#I kinda gave up at the council members

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I wasn't even gonna post this but I kinda liked it :) random fun doodle

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Bond by Love and Fire - Chapter Four

Dragon Twins Series

Aegon Targaryen x Dayne!fem!reader x Aerion Targaryen

[synopsis: Aegon tries to find the culprit of your attack, however the small council’s focus is at another thing. Which is your duty as his wife, to give him an heir. Aerion is starting to get jealous.

[warnings: mature/explicit (mdni), 18+, eventual smut, exhibitionism, vouyerism, making out, touching, fingering, cursing, worship, balcony sex, breeding, degrading, rough sex (kinda), smut with plot, not proofread (kinda)

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[a/n: took longer due to my brain wanting to write other things, however it’s here now! enjoy pls and if you would like to be tagged for the next chapter let me know!!! also the balcony part was inspired “Owned” by @peachysunrize <3

[note l it would greatly appreciated if you would not only just like, but also reblog & give me feedback. thank you!

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Birds chirps and sun shining, it was the next morning and it couldn’t been a beautiful day. However, the Red Keep was abuzz with the news of the attack. Guards were doubled, and everyone was on high alert. Aegon and you met with the small council to discuss the incident.

In the council chamber, the atmosphere was tense. Aegon, you, and the council members were gathered around the large wooden table. The guard captain gave a report on the investigation so far, noting that the assassin wasn’t sent by Aerion.

Lord Hand cleared his throat. “We’ve interrogated the remaining guards, and it appears the assailant was acting under orders from an unknown source. We suspect a plot within the court.”

Aegon squeezed your hand tightly. “We need to find out who’s behind this. My spouse’s safety is paramount.”

You nodded in agreement. “I want to know why I was targeted. We need to uncover the truth.”

Master of Whispers leaned forward. “I will deploy my spies to gather more information. We’ll get to the bottom of this.”

The tension in the room was palpable, each council member wearing a serious expression. The discussion continued, each voice contributing to the plan to secure the castle and find the perpetrator.

Later that day, Aerion sought you out. He looked genuinely concerned, having heard about the attack.

“Aerion,” you greeted him, a mixture of relief and tension in your voice.

“I heard about the attack,” Aerion said, his eyes searching yours. “Are you alright?”

You nodded, though the memory of the guard’s assault still haunted you. “I’m fine, just shaken.”

Aerion stepped closer, his expression softening. “I’m glad you’re safe. I can’t bear the thought of anything happening to you.”

Before you could respond, Aegon approached, his eyes narrowing at the sight of Aerion. “Is there a problem here?”

Aerion straightened, his concern for you momentarily overshadowed by his rivalry with Aegon. “No problem. Just making sure they’re okay.”

Aegon’s jaw tightened. “They’re my wife. It’s my duty to ensure their safety.”

You placed a hand on Aegon’s arm, trying to diffuse the tension. “I appreciate both of your concerns. But right now, we need to focus on finding out who’s behind this.”

Aerion nodded reluctantly. “Of course. Just know that I’m here if you need anything.”

With that you stood up from the bench and walked away without looking back. You didn’t want anything else to happen between the two of you since you were now officially married to aegon. And it wasn’t like he wasn’t being kind towards you. It was the opposite and you didn’t want to rude that. Not after you were complaining about not getting aegon attention. Matter fact you were getting more than you bargained for.

The crackling of the hearth was the only sound that punctuated the serene ambiance of the chamber. The fire cast a warm, flickering glow across the room, creating a dance of light and shadow that made the atmosphere intimate and inviting. You sat near the hearth, deeply engrossed in a book, its pages illuminated by the fire’s gentle warmth. It seemed like the day was dragging on as you spent them at the library reading and learning about the culture in kings landing. However the nightly hours came sooner than expected.

The tranquility of the moment was abruptly disturbed as the heavy door to the chamber swung open with a groan. Aegon’s tall, imposing figure filled the doorway, his presence commanding and filled with a palpable tension. His eyes, usually soft and affectionate, were now stormy and intense, reflecting a turmoil that immediately set your heart racing.

“Aegon,” you said, rising from your seat and closing the book with a soft thud. “What’s wrong?”

His voice was low, almost a growl, as he crossed the room with determined strides. “Why were you meeting with Aerion in secret? Do you have any idea the scandal this could provoke?”

A pang of guilt pierced through you. “Fuck-Aegon, it wasn’t intended to be a secret rendezvous. I only needed to speak with Aerion about something personal, something I couldn’t discuss openly.”

He stopped before you, his eyes blazing with hurt and frustration. “Personal? Is that what you call it? Do you understand how this affects us, how it fuels the rumors that can jeopardize everything we’ve built together?”

You reached out instinctively, placing a hand on his chest. “I wasn’t trying to betray you. I am deeply sorry for the distress I caused. Please, let me explain.”

Aegon’s expression softened, the fierce anger giving way to a more subdued pain. “I know you didn’t intend to hurt me,” he said, his voice wavering slightly. “But seeing you with him again like that made me feel as though our bond was being questioned. It’s a wound I didn’t expect.”

Tears welled up in your eyes as you looked up at him, your heart aching with remorse. “I never wanted to make you feel that way. I love you, Aegon, and I’m truly sorry. I should have been more mindful.”

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close in a protective embrace. His warmth enveloped you, offering solace as you buried your face in his chest. “I forgive you,” he murmured into your hair. “And I’m sorry for my outburst. It’s just… my love for you is so profound that the thought of losing it or having our marriage questioned is unbearable.”

You clung to him, feeling the depth of his words. “I love you too, Aegon. I promise, I will be more considerate. I never want to hurt you.”

Aegon pulled back, his gaze intense and earnest. “We’ve been married for a few months now,” he began, his voice filled with a trace of apprehension. “The small council has been relentless in their pressure. They demand that we secure an heir to ensure the future of our line.”

A realization dawned upon you, a mix of anticipation and tenderness. “You mean…?”

He nodded, his expression softening into a tender smile. “Yes. They expect us to conceive an heir. And I desire that as well.”

You nodded, your heart swelling with both affection and understanding. “Oh…Well I want that too then.”

He approached you with a gentle grace, lowering himself to kneel before you. His hands, warm and reverent, rested on your thighs as he gazed up at you with adoration. “Let me make amends for my earlier reaction,” he whispered, his voice a low, reverent murmur.

As you settled back into your chair, Aegon’s hands began to knead your thighs with a worshipful tenderness. His touch was a blend of soothing pressure and affectionate caresses, each movement a silent expression of his devotion. He leaned in, pressing delicate kisses along the inner curve of your thighs, his lips moving with a reverent touch that made your breath catch.

“I love you beyond words,” he murmured between kisses, his lips brushing against your skin with the lightness of butterfly wings. “I am devoted to you in every way, and I cherish every moment with you.”

You closed your eyes, overwhelmed by the depth of his affection. “I love you too, Aegon,” you whispered, your voice filled with a profound sense of connection. “You are everything to me.”

Aegon’s touch remained tender and adoring, his kisses a constant reminder of his unwavering love and commitment. In the glow of the hearth, surrounded by the warmth of his devotion, you felt a deep sense of peace and closeness, knowing that together, you could face anything.

The atmosphere was rich with an intimate, serene quality, punctuated only by the soft rustling of fabric and the occasional, contented sigh.

Aegon, having guided you to the edge of the sofa, looked at you with a tender, focused gaze. His touch remained gentle and adoring as he carefully spread your legs, allowing them to cascade over the armrest. The position was comfortable, giving him easy access to you while allowing you to remain relaxed and at ease.

As you adjusted to the new position, Aegon's fingers continued their tender exploration. His hands were warm and skilled, moving with an almost reverential touch. He guided you closer to the edge, making sure you were supported yet relaxed. His movements were slow, deliberate, as though each gesture was an act of worship.

You let out a surprised yelp and a soft giggle as he made you shift, the playful nature of his touch bringing a lightheartedness to the moment. Aegon's eyes sparkled with affection and amusement. "I want to make sure you're as comfortable as possible," he said softly, his voice filled with warmth.

Aegon's hands traveled up your thighs with a gentle, loving pressure. He leaned in, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. Each kiss was soft and lingering, a testament to his deep affection. His lips moved in a slow, worshipful pattern, kissing and nuzzling with a delicate tenderness that made you shiver in pleasure.

"You are so beautiful," Aegon whispered, his breath warm against your skin. "Every part of you captivates me."

As he continued his loving exploration, his fingers began to caress with a more intentional touch. They moved slowly, tracing along the contours of your thighs with a practiced, reverent caress.

The combination of his kisses and gentle touches made your heart race, a feeling of deep connection enveloping you.

Aegon's fingers explored with a careful, adoring touch, his movements considerate of your responses. He pressed tender, fluttering kisses along your inner thighs, his lips a soft, affectionate pressure against your skin.

Each kiss was accompanied by a whispered word of praise, a reflection of his adoration.

"You are everything to me," he murmured, his voice hushed and filled with emotion. "I cherish every moment with you, and I want to show you just how deeply I love you."

The combination of Aegon's kisses and touches created a cocoon of intimacy and warmth. His hands continued to move with a loving, deliberate pace, his touch both soothing and exhilarating.

The firelight played across his face, highlighting the tenderness in his expression as he continued to adore you.

With each kiss and caress, the bond between you grew stronger, a testament to the depth of your connection. Aegon's devotion was palpable, expressed through every gentle touch and affectionate word. The intimacy you shared was both profound and comforting, creating a moment of deep, heartfelt closeness.

Aegon's touch was skillful and deliberate, his fingers pushing into you with a rhythm that left you breathless and wanting. His blue eyes were filled with a mixture of desire and determination as he watched you writhe and moan beneath his touch. The heat of the room seemed to intensify with every passing moment, sweat beginning to bead on your skin.

"You're so beautiful like this," Aegon murmured, his voice husky with desire. “with your legs wide open for me."

You moaned in response, your body instinctively arching toward his touch, seeking more of the exquisite pleasure he was giving you. The feeling of his fingers inside you, moving with such expertise, was driving you to the edge of your sanity.

"A-Aegon," you stuttered, body unraveling with sheer pleasure as two of Aegon’s fingers happened to fuck you relentlessly throughout these past few seconds. The pleasure took overdrive, and you were in so much pleasure that you needed a few minutes to calm down. Shaking hands gripped on weakly to aegon’s wrist, showing the lack of you actually wanting him to stop. Aegon slightly smirked, and curling his fingers up inside of your folds which caused you to arch your back against the couch, loosening your grip entirely.

"I want to make you cum just like this." Aegon whispered, his gaze looking up towards you with desire. How stunning you looked intoxicated, half naked and brilliantly decorated with patterns of hickeys and love bites. "With my beautiful hands, as you say." he precisely added on, pressing his fingertips down onto your sensitive thighs which earned him a choked moan.

Aegon ran his tongue up your neck, suckling on the your jawline as he continued his pace gently with his fingers. "I told you to move your hands, dear wife." He whispered huskily into your ear, afterwards, he drove his teeth into the soft skin of your ear which caused the other's breath to hitch.

"You like that, my love?"

"Uh-huh, yes, so fucking much." you whimpered, your folds throbbing with intense pleasure. Aegon started to rut against the coach and he started to also get evidently hard. But he had to wait for you first, making sure you were well prepared. However he couldn’t wait much longer. He was desperately in need to be inside of you.

Aegon paused, his fingers stilling inside you as he looked up with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "It's too hot in here," he declared, a smirk playing on his lips. "Let's take this outside."

Before you could protest, Aegon stood, his strong arms lifting you effortlessly from the chair. Your legs wrapped around his waist, and you could feel the hard, insistent press of his arousal against you through his clothes. The sensation sent a thrill through your body, heightening your anticipation.

Aegon carried you out to the balcony, the cool night air a sharp contrast to the heat you had just left behind. The moon hung high in the sky, casting a silvery light over the stone railing and the sprawling landscape beyond.

He pressed your back against the cold, rough stone, his body shielding you from the night's chill. The sensation of the cool air against your heated skin was exhilarating, adding a new layer of intensity to the moment.

With a deft movement, Aegon lifted your thighs, draping them over his arms so that you were completely open to him. The position made you feel vulnerable yet intensely aroused, your body eager for what was to come next.

Aegon's eyes were dark with desire as he aligned himself with you. He pushed into you slowly, the sensation of him filling you making you gasp. His pace was deliberate, every inch of him driving you wild with need.

“You feel so good, hugging around me like that," he groaned, his voice thick with pleasure. "So tight and wet. You're perfect."

You moaned, your fingers digging into his shoulders as you tried to pull him closer, needing to feel every part of him. Aegon's movements became more urgent, his hips thrusting with a rhythm that matched the frantic beat of your heart.

"Look at you, taking me so well," he growled, his tone dripping with a mix of lust and disdain. "Such a needy little cunt. You like being filled, don't you?"

The cold stone against your back, the night air on your skin, and the heat of Aegon inside you created a heady mixture of sensations that left you breathless. Every thrust, every whispered word of praise and degradation from Aegon, pushed you closer to the edge.

Aegon gripped your hips firmly, his eyes locking onto yours with a fiery intensity.

"Look down," he commanded, his voice a rough whisper. Your gaze followed his, looking down between your bodies. The sight of him disappearing into your folds, the slickness of your arousal coating him, made your breath catch in your throat. The view was almost too much to bear.

"You see that?" Aegon rasped, his voice thick with desire. "You're taking me so deep, so perfectly. Fuck, you're amazing."

The sound of your bodies moving together, the wet noises, and your mingled moans filled the night air, creating a symphony of shared pleasure. You watched in fascination as Aegon's length disappeared into you again and again, the sight driving you to new heights of ecstasy.

"Aegon," you gasped, your voice trembling with need. "I can feel you so deep... don't stop. Please, I need you."

He responded with a deep, guttural groan, his pace quickening as he drove into you with a relentless rhythm. The sensation of him stretching and filling you completely was almost overwhelming, each thrust sending shivers of pleasure through your entire body.

"You're going to give me an heir," he rasped, his voice rough and

commanding. "I'm going to fill you up until you're carrying my child. The small council will finally shut up when they see you swollen with my seed."

His thrusts became even more aggressive, each movement driving you closer to the brink of ecstasy. The wet, slick sounds of him plunging into you echoed through the night, mingling with your desperate moans and his harsh breaths.

"You're nothing but a breeding cunt for me," he continued, his words sending shivers down your spine. "'ll fuck you every night until I'm sure you're filled with my heir."

As the waves of your climax began to build, Aegon's grip on you tightened, his thrusts becoming more urgent and desperate. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his breath hot against your skin as he whispered,

"Come for me. I want to feel you come around me." His words, combined with the intense rhythm of his thrusts, sent you over the edge. Your body convulsed with a powerful, shuddering orgasm, your cries of pleasure echoing into the night.

Just as he was reaching his peak, Aegon's grip tightened on the stone railing behind you, holding you in place as his body pressed flush against yours. He followed you moments later, his own release crashing through him as he filled you completely. The slickness between your bodies made every movement smoother, more intimate. Your thighs and hips were coated with the evidence of your shared pleasure, as was his lower abdomen.

For a few moments, the world seemed to stand still. The only sounds were your heavy breaths and the distant crackle of the hearth inside. Aegon remained pressed against you, his body still intimately connected with yours, as you both savored the afterglow of your intense connection.

As you clung to him, lost in the sensation of his body against yours, you didn't notice the door to the balcony creaking open. It wasn't until you heard a gasp that your head snapped around. Standing there, eyes wide with shock, was Aegon's twin brother, Aerion.

"What the-" Aerion stammered, his face a mix of surprise and amusement.

Aegon's reaction was immediate. He moved to shield your body from his brother's view, his face contorted with anger. "Get out!" he barked, his voice harsh and commanding. "Now!"

Aerion raised his hands in mock surrender, backing away with a smirk.

"Alright, alright. I didn't see anything," he said, disappearing back inside. Aegon turned back to you, his expression softening. "Are you alright?" he asked, his voice gentle despite the lingering tension.

You nodded, still catching your breath. "Yes, I'm fine," you assured him.

Slowly, he eased out of you, his hands gentle as he helped you back to a standing position. His eyes were soft, filled with a mix of satisfaction and tenderness as he looked at you.

Aegon looked at you with a soft, lingering gaze, his fingers tracing gentle patterns along your back.

"You should relax," he murmured, his voice a tender whisper. "Let me take you to the bath."

You nodded, feeling a warm flush of gratitude. Aegon wrapped an arm around your waist, guiding you back inside the room. The warmth of the hearth welcomed you once more, the flames casting a golden glow over the opulent surroundings. He led you to a spacious bathing chamber, the air filled with the soothing scent of lavender and rose.

The bath was already prepared, steam rising from the clear water, inviting and serene. Aegon helped you undress, his touch gentle and reverent, before guiding you into the tub. The warm water enveloped you, easing the tension from your muscles and wrapping you in a comforting embrace.

Aegon knelt beside the tub, his fingers brushing a stray lock of hair from your face. He pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering as if to savor the moment. "Relax, my love," he whispered. "I need to take care of something, but I'll be back soon."

You watched as he left the room, his figure disappearing down the hallway with purposeful strides. You always wondered by he would always leave after spending time with you, in the guise that the council is summoning him. Left alone, you allowed yourself to sink deeper into the water, the warmth seeping into your bones. The events of the night played over in your mind, Aegon's sweet and harsh words echoing in your thoughts.

"You're nothing but a breeding cunt for me," he had said, yet there had been an underlying tenderness in his eyes, a depth of emotion that spoke of more than just desire.

As you reflected, the door to the bathing chamber opened once more. Handmaidens entered, carrying fresh clothes for both you and Aegon. They moved with quiet efficiency, laying out the garments on a nearby table. One of them approached the tub, her expression respectful and serene.

"Milady, we've brought fresh clothes for you," she said softly. "Is there anything else you require?"

You shook your head, offering her a grateful smile. "No, thank you. This is perfect."

The handmaidens bowed slightly before exiting the room, leaving you once again in peaceful solitude. The soothing scents and the gentle warmth of the water lulled you into a state of deep relaxation. Your eyelids grew heavy, the exhaustion of the night catching up with you.

As you reclined in the tub, your thoughts drifted, mingling with the soft murmur of the water. You remembered the way Aegon's eyes had darkened with desire, the way his hands had claimed you with both gentleness and ferocity. A small smile played on your lips as you recalled the mix of sweet words and degrading commands that had left you breathless.

The memories sent a shiver through you, a lingering thrill that kept the embers of your desire burning. But the warmth of the bath and the comforting scent of lavender began to weave a drowsy spell over you. Your head lolled back, your muscles loosening as you gave in to the gentle pull of sleep.

You barely noticed when your eyes closed completely, the soft embrace of slumber enveloping you. The last conscious thought you had was of Aegon's tender kiss on your forehead, a promise of his return. The crackle of the hearth and the soothing warmth of the bath became a lullaby, guiding you into a deep, restful sleep.

Time seemed to stand still as you drifted in a dreamlike state, your mind filled with the remnants of the night's passion and the promise of Aegon's return. The water cradled you, its warmth a gentle cocoon that kept the world at bay. Lost in your dreams, you didn’t hear the door to the bathing chamber creak open.

A light tap on your shoulder jolted you awake. Your eyes snapped open, and you found yourself face-to-face with Aerion. His presence startled you, and a mix of fear and anger surged through you.

“What in the Seven Hells are you doing here?” you spat, your voice trembling with indignation. “Get out, now, before I summon the guards!”

Aerion raised his hands in a placating gesture, his expression earnest. “Wait, just listen to me for a moment,” he implored.

“I don’t want to hear anything you have to say,” you snapped, sitting up in the tub and clutching the edges for support. “Leave now, or I swear I’ll have the guards drag you out of here.”

Aerion’s face contorted with frustration, but he didn’t move. He stepped closer, his face mere inches from yours, staring into your eyes with disbelief. “My dear,” he began, his voice tinged with a mix of frustration and pity, “you are so oblivious to everything. Finding the good in everything and being so optimistic when it’s the direct opposite. The world isn’t how you dream it would be.”

You could feel his breath on your face, his intensity making your anger flare even hotter. You bit your tongue, holding back the torrent of words you wanted to unleash.

“You were fortunate enough to have a perfect life,” he continued, his tone almost accusatory. “You don’t see the reality, the scheming, the manipulation. Aegon is using you, and you’re too blinded by your feelings to see it. Once he has his heir, he’ll cast you aside, just like he did in the beginning.”

Your anger flared even hotter at his words. “How dare you! You don’t know anything about our relationship. Aegon cares for me, and I care for him. You’re just trying to cause a rift between us, something you’ve always tried to do.”

Aerion’s expression softened, his eyes pleading. “I’m trying to protect you. Aegon is using you, and you’re too blinded by your feelings to see it. Once he has his heir, he’ll go back to ignoring you, to treating you like you’re nothing. Don’t you remember how he was before?”

The memories of Aegon’s distant behavior in the early days of your relationship flashed through your mind, but you pushed them aside. “People change, Aerion. He has changed.”

Aerion shook his head, stepping closer to the tub. “You’re deluding yourself. I’ve seen how he looks at you—like you’re a means to an end. He’s sweet now because he needs you. But once he gets what he wants, he’ll go back to his old ways.”

You clenched your fists, your nails digging into your palms. “Enough. You need to leave, now. I won’t let you poison my mind with your lies.”

Aerion sighed, his expression a mixture of sadness and resignation. “I’m telling you this because I care about you. I don’t want to see you hurt.”

You glared at him, your voice icy. “If you really cared about me, you’d respect my wishes and leave. Now, get out.”

Aerion’s shoulders slumped, and he nodded slowly. “Heed my warning, my dear ___. Don’t let him break your heart.”

With that, he turned and left the room, leaving you alone with your swirling emotions. The bathwater had lost its warmth, but you stayed where you were, your mind racing with conflicting thoughts. Aerion’s words echoed in your head, sowing seeds of doubt that you desperately tried to ignore.

You knew you had to trust Aegon, to believe in the changes you had seen in him. But Aerion’s warnings gnawed at the edges of your confidence, leaving you feeling unsettled and vulnerable.

As you finally climbed out of the tub and dried off, you couldn’t shake the feeling that your relationship with Aegon was standing on precarious ground. You dressed in the fresh clothes the handmaidens had left, your mind still a storm of uncertainty.

When Aegon returned, you’d have to confront these doubts, to seek reassurance and clarity. Until then, all you could do was hold onto the hope that the love you and Aegon shared was real and enduring, strong enough to withstand any challenges that came your way.

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[mythicmanuscripts]

Hey, Sea! I'm kinda crazy about your work and I'm always sooo happy when there are new posts from you. I love the way you write the characters, it's so delicate, sweet and just amazing! And truth be told, I came for sub!aemond, but now I'm so hooked up on sub!aegon

In one of your previous posts you said something that made my mind spiral: himbo!aegon. Now I just need to read something, anything about it, if it's not too much to ask

This is so funny to me because I too started writing for sub!aemond and then ended up hooked on sub!aegon so I'm glad to hear others are in the same position.

I have plenty of asks with Aegon angst, which is absolutely brilliant we all know I love torturing the lad, but I think this could be the perfect ask to actually have some happy Aegon? So there will be happy subby himbo!aegon below the cut! Oh and I've made himbo!aegon a tag so that we can discuss it more!

So firstly, very early in your marriage to Aegon you discover that he just functions better when he has instructions to follow? At first this confuses you so much because you've seen how angry and irritable he gets when Allicent orders him to do something, and yet when you do it he almost seems relieved?

It takes a long time for Aegon to talk to you about Allicent and about how she affects him, but eventually he explains that Allicent just has this way of speaking to him and instructing him that makes him feel inferior and stupid? She will purposefully insult him while giving him an order, breaking his confidence and self image down enough that he doesn't trust his own thinking.

But then with you, you're so sweet about it? You listen to him and you help him and you praise him when he does as you ask. You never, ever, make him feel useless or stupid and you always make sure to show him how proud you are of him.

So when you smile at him and ask him to do something, he doesn't even consider disobeying? He's almost giddy as he runs back to you to tell you that he's done as you asked. You always praise him and give him a kiss and him feel so so good, so of course he listens to you!!

His mother is wholly incapable of understanding this by the way.

Anyway, so you quickly realise that Aegon really does function better when you instruct him. You first realise this at your wedding when you ask him for something, and the way he absolutely BEAMED at you when you thanked him and said he was perfect? You immediately knew you'd have to look more into this.

Pretty soon you’ve got Aegon wrapped around your finger and honestly he is loving it. Aegon thrives on feeling owned? He absolutely loves being able to refer back to you for guidance, loves being able to slip onto your lap whenever you two are alone and nibble on your collarbone and ear while you explain what you think he should do. It’s the freely given affection that makes him feel so so special and allows him to let his walls down enough that being told what to do no longer feels insulting.

Of course this works in the bedroom too, but that you knew from day one. The moment you gave Aegon the smallest pushback, he relented and when you responded by taking charge, he was completely enamoured and never looked at another again. It’s like you just claimed him and he’s so so pleased with it.

For a while he tries to not seem as reliant on your guidance as he actually is because he’s scared you’ll see him as too weak if you knew the truth. He’ll ask your opinion on something in passing and try to act all nonchalant about it, but in truth he’s hanging onto your every word because he’s not sure what to do and he knows he can trust you.

Eventually when he realises that he can be more open about it and you’ll never tease him or patronise him, well then you pretty much rule the seven kingdoms. He puts you on his small council, and while you don’t always say much in the meetings, Aegon can tell by your expressions what you think of things and when you do speak, it’s always impactful.

The other members of the small council were originally uncertain about him adding you but after one meeting they were to glad he did. It’s like you’re able to perfectly toe the line between understanding Aegon and also understanding what the realm needs. Aegon doesn’t snap when you steer him in a different direction, so the small council is very very grateful (except Allicent but thats not exactly new or surprising).

Also, Aegon isn’t just a himbo because he’s obedient and pretty and little dumb, he also LOVES his wife. He’s considered to be the most in love king in history. The whole of the seven realms knows how much King Aegon loves his queen, and how important it is for them to get on your good side.

If Aegon had it his way, court would be held with you sitting on the iron thrown and him across your lap, his legs dangling over the side of the thrown. Of course you don’t allow this during court because he needs to maintain some semblance of control in front of the noble lords and ladies, but when everyone finally leaves then he jumps off the thrown, waits for you to sit down and gets back on the thrown, this time across your lap. You hold him and have a little debrief.

The first time you suggested a debrief, Aegon had rolled his eyes and refused. But your tone was firm, and you both knew he’d never tell you no when you spoke like that.

And now he absolutely loves the debriefs. Irrelevant of whether you were at court that day or not, Aegon always starts with telling you everything that happened and venting about whatever he needs to vent about. One of the many things Aegon loves about you is how you can joke with him? When he insults a member of court you respond with an even funnier insult. More than once you’ve had to grab him to stop him from falling off your lap from laughing too hard.

Then he gets to hear your thoughts on everything and he’s so so thankful that the two of you seem to just speak the same language? He always knows exactly what you’re doing about and why, you can just explain things in a way that he absolutely loves.

So yeah, himbo!aegon!!

[0cta9on]

Unlikely Duet - 4

length: +7k words

Genre: Fluff

NewJeans Minji x Male Reader (OC)

(Author's Note: Kinda went crazy with this one, don't know if it's a good crazy or a bad crazy yet. Also, TW: Blood and violence.)

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Yuno’s POV

The English teacher, Mr. Fillips, was droning on about Shakespeare or some other dead writer, but my mind was too preoccupied to pay attention. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop thinking about earlier this morning.

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I randomly awoke in the dead of night, finding myself with my arm wrapped around Minji’s waist. Panic surged through me as I attempted to disentangle myself, but she suddenly tightened her grip, anchoring us together. Sweat beaded on my forehead as the warmth from her body was becoming unbearable.

“Minji?” I whispered. “You awake?” I waited for what felt like an eternity, but silence was the only response I received. Any efforts to remove my arm from her grasp proved futile as it only strengthened with each attempt. I had fought members of the school’s wrestling team before, but all of them paled in comparison to sleeping Minji’s anaconda-like grip on my arm. I silently cursed my predicament, praying to whatever god out there that Minji never found out about this.

She began to quietly murmur in her sleep. Most of it was incomprehensible, but I managed to make out some of it: “Yuno… stay with me… please…”

My face turned warm as she uttered words I probably wasn’t supposed to hear. I tried one last time to free myself, but my body gave out from exhaustion and I surrendered myself to my unfortunate fate. My heart was beating too hard for me to fall asleep, so I had no choice but to lay there in silence, Minji’s sleeping body pressed against mine. I couldn’t help but stare at the peaceful expression on her face, illuminated by the moonlight peeking through the window. Her soft lips curved slightly into a grin and the faint scent of roses emanated from her silky black hair. Even when she was wearing a simple oversized tee shirt, she still somehow managed to look so…

“Mr. Lin!”

I jumped in my seat as I was forcefully torn from my daydreams. Mr. Fillips loomed beside me, a disapproving glare in his eyes. The entire class watched, looks of confusion and fear etched into their faces as they anticipated my reaction. In the corner of my eye, I notice Tyler McGraw and his band of goons snickering to themselves.

“That’s the third time I’ve asked you to read the passage, Mr. Lin. Are you paying attention now?” he asks in a stern tone. 

“Y-yeah, I am. Sorry.” I awkwardly clear my throat, trying my best to focus on the class while images of Minji flash through my mind.

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“A-are you alright, Yuno?”

I turn to see Winter appear next to me as I make my way towards the cafeteria for lunch. Truthfully, all three of my classes were incredibly difficult to focus on. No matter what, I couldn’t get Minji out of my head and I didn’t know why.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I lied. 

“Are you sure? You seem distracted. Is this about what happened yesterday?”

I panicked for a moment before realizing that she was talking about the attack and not the “sleepover” incident. My train of thought is interrupted as Yujin spots us from the end of the hall and waves.

“Hey, you guys!” He exclaims, causing a scene. Yujin runs up to us with a goofy smile on his face, attracting looks of disdain as he bumps into upperclassmen in the process. “What are y’all talking about?”

I quickly go through the lunch line and grab my food, the two of them in tow like baby ducks following their mother. My body shivers at the unpleasant thought, only for it to be swiftly replaced by Minji yet again. I faceplant into my usual lunch table and groan, my own mind becoming my worst enemy.

“S-some drunk creep attacked the student council president last night and Yuno jumped in to save her. I think he’s a little shaken up over it,” Winter explains. I was too busy suffering in mental anguish to correct her.

“Wow, Super Yuno swoops in to save the day again!” Yujin beamed.

I snapped my head up and glared at him. “Don’t. Call me that. Please,” I muttered before lowering my head back onto the table. 

“Okay, we can workshop the name a little, but…” Yujin rummages through his backpack and pulls out a notebook. He flips through the pages before revealing a pencil drawing of me wearing a Superman-esque outfit. “What do you think about the suit? Pretty sick, right?”

“Oh w-wow, that’s really well drawn, Yujin,” Winter compliments. I nodded in agreement, both impressed and slightly repulsed by the lifelike drawing of me in a cape and tighty whities. “D-did you really draw that?

“Yup, spent all night on it. Here,” Yujin says, ripping the drawing out of his notebook and handing it to me. “Consider it a token of my appreciation for saving my life.”

I reluctantly accept the drawing, placing it into my backpack. “Thanks. It’s… nice.” 

“So, what exactly happened yesterday? Tell me everything and don’t spare a single detail.” Yujin gazes at the two of us expectantly, an excited glint in his eyes.

“W-well,” Winter begins. “I was working the night shift at the convenience store and-”

“You work at the convenience store? So cool,” Yujin interrupts. Winter giggles at his innocent reaction before continuing the story.

“Y-Yuno came in and bought some things, but he forgot his change, so I followed him outside and saw him protecting the student council president from a drunk man.”

“Who’s the student council president?” Yujin asked.

“Minji Kim,” I mumble in response, staring blankly at my tray of food. “And I didn’t do anything; it was Winter who pepper sprayed him.”

She shakes her head in disagreement. “Y-you stepped in front of Minji. I just happened to be there.”

Yujin was too busy excitedly jotting something down to listen to her protest, mumbling to himself about “pepper superpowers”. Before I knew it, the end-of-lunch bell rang without me taking a single bite of food, my appetite lost from my mind being plagued with visions of Minji. I toss out the contents of my tray and leave for my next class.

“See you guys later!” Yujin says before running through the crowd of students trying to exit the cafeteria.

Winter waves at him as he leaves. “B-bye, Yujin,” she called out to him, but her quiet voice was drowned out by the surrounding chatter. “Bye, Yuno.”

I give her a nod as I take my leave. A sudden shiver runs down my spine as I sense a familiar set of cat eyes glaring at me from the edges of my vision but the presence disappears as soon as I turn to look at it.

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Minji’s POV

The calm silence of the library usually offered me solace, but I couldn’t help but feel helpless as I stared at my phone, the source of my distress. My parents hadn’t texted me since this morning, yet the suspense of waiting for their next message crushed me like a bug underneath a heavy boot.

“Minj, are you alright, girl?” Hanni asks me, her expression filled with concern. She accompanied me to the library while I worked on prom preparations, but it was impossible to work under these conditions.

“I’m fine,” I lied unconvincingly. Despite knowing for the past week that my parents would be flying in today, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of dread. They were hardly ever home due to constantly having to go on business trips, but when they were home, my mental health went down the drain. Even the thought of having to be face-to-face with them made me dizzy.

Hanni gently rubs my shoulder in an attempt to comfort me. “I can go home with you if you want. Your parents looooooove me,” she jokes.

My lips curl into a faint grin. “I don’t know if ‘love’ is the word I would use,” I shoot back, prompting her to playfully punch me in the arm. “Anyways, I think I’ll be okay. I’ll have to face them alone eventually.”

“It’s your funeral. The offer is always on the table if you need it, Minj.” Hanni flashes me a reassuring smile, momentarily easing my nerves. 

“Thanks, Hanni.” I return her smile with one of my own before looking back at the pile of work I need to do for prom. Picking a prom theme, finding a venue within the school’s budget, setting up events for the week leading up to prom - each responsibility felt like a massive weight on my shoulders. It was already super stressful with the entire senior class depending on me to host a successful prom, I didn’t need my home life to add to that stress.

Hanni shakes me from my thoughts. “Girl, you’re making that face again.”

“What face?” I ask, my head tilted in confusion.

“That face you make when you're stressed and stuff. Like, you scrunch up your eyebrows and your face gets all serious,” she explains while making the expression. I opened my mouth to protest, only to realize that, indeed, my eyebrows were scrunched. 

My attention is diverted to the library entrance as Yuno walks through the doors. Hanni laughs at me as I instinctively hide my face with a stack of papers. The memories of accidentally spending the entire night in his arms flood my mind, and a warm blush creeps onto my face.

“Oooooh, are you all nervous with your little boyfriend around?” she teases, her words making me squirm.

“He’s not my- Shut up, Hanni!” I retort, my face growing warmer with each passing second. Yuno briefly exchanges words with the librarian before turning around, our eyes locking inadvertently. His cheeks tint with a faint pink and his eyes grow slightly wider, almost as if he’s surprised to see me. Hanni, sensing an opportunity for mischief, beckons him over.

“W-what are you doing, Hanni!?” I panic, smacking her arm. She chuckles, undeterred, as Yuno makes his way towards our table. I bury my face in my hands, wanting to disappear from this moment.

“Heyyyyyy, Yunooooo,” she calls out, earning a shush from the librarian which she promptly ignores. “What are you doing around here?” Her signature impish grin is etched onto her face, a sign that she’s up to no good.

“Just need to print something out.” Despite his gruff tone, his eyes shift nervously back and forth. I had never seen him look so anxious before.

“That’s coollllll. Minji’s here too, you got anything to say to her?” Hanni gestures toward me, and I offer a shy smile, trying my best to act composed despite the unmistakable blush on my face.

Yuno stutters for a moment before managing, “U-um… Hi.” He nods awkwardly before hastily retreating behind a bookshelf, tripping slightly on the shelf’s edge. A chuckle escapes my lips as he disappears from view.

“That’s the guy that everyone’s so afraid of? The one that beat up Bryce?” Hanni asks, her eyebrow raised in disbelief. “He looks like he wouldn’t hurt a fly.”

I shook my head, a flashback of my first encounter with Yuno in the detention room vividly playing in my mind. His face had been marked with fresh cuts from his fight with Bryce just moments before. At first, I thought he was just another brute who liked causing trouble, but the past few days with him have proved me wrong.

“I mean, he did beat up Bryce, but he had his reasons. I don’t necessarily agree with him getting into a fight, but he’s not a bad guy. Maybe people should try to get to know him better instead of just assuming he’s just another delinquent. He’s kind, and thoughtful, and he has a good heart, a-and…” I felt the heat rise to my cheeks, realizing I had been unintentionally rambling about Yuno. Hanni stared at me in awe, the corners of her lips curling upward.

“OMG, Minj… You have a crush on him!!” she squeals. Panicking, I clamped my hand over her mouth. 

“N-no I do not! Can you please shut up, Hanni!?” I struggled to silence her as her whole body shook with laughter.

“You totally do, Minji!! Just look at yo-”

“SHHHH!!!! Ladies, this is a library!” Both of us freeze as the librarian glares at us with contempt.

“S-sorry…” I mutter before gathering up all my papers. Ignoring the sounds of Hanni giggling behind me, I quickly exited the library, eager to escape the embarrassment. My mind, already burdened with student council responsibilities and the impending meeting with parents, is suddenly occupied with a third weight - Yuno. Images of him fill my thoughts as I think about what Hanni said.

“I-I don’t have a crush on him. I can’t. My parents would never approve… I-I mean, he’s nice and all, and he did help me a lot yesterday. B-but we’re just friends… I guess? Friends can cuddle after a traumatic experience, right?? Omg, Minji, you are doomed…”

The stress that had gripped me earlier increased tenfold as I made my way towards my next class, uncertainty plaguing my mind with each step.

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Yuno’s POV

As the school’s printer whirs to life, I mentally facepalm myself for acting like an idiot in front of Minji. It didn’t help that I tripped on the shelf like a moron. 

“Hey, Yuno!” A voice from behind calls out to me while I wait for my papers. I turn and see Minji’s friend - Hanni, I think it was? - approaching me with a phone in her hand. “Minji forgot her phone on the table before she left, do you think you could give it to her later?” She punctuates her question with a mischievous smile. 

“Why can’t you do it? You’re her friend,” I ask, questioning her intentions. 

“Because, I have, uhh… stuff to do.” My skepticism only grew as she flashed me another offputting smile that made it obvious she was up to something. Before I could decline, she shoved the phone into my hands and skipped away without another word. Regretfully, I placed the phone into my pocket and grabbed my papers from the printer, leaving the library with more questions than I entered.

Walking through the halls back to class, I hear a commotion coming from the boys’ bathroom. I try to ignore it and keep walking, but something in my gut stops me from moving on. I push open the door, and the voices from within become much clearer.

“You little shit.” *THUD* “Not so tough without your little friend, huh?” *THUD*

I round the corner and my heart instantly drops. Yujin’s normally cheerful face was painted with cuts and bruises, blood dripping from his mouth and nose like a leaky faucet. His limp body was being held up by one of the football players while Tyler took free shots at him. 

“Get the fuck out of here before I-” Tyler turns around, noticing my presence. His eyes go wide with fear, but he keeps up his tough guy act, scoffing at me. “What the fuck do you want, Yuno?”

My heart pounds in my chest with anger. It’s taking every fiber of my being to stop me from smashing his skull against the porcelain sink. “Let him go. Please.”

Tyler laughs defiantly in my face. His friend, on the other hand, loosens his grip on Yujin, dropping him to the floor. 

“What the fuck are you doing!?” Tyler yells, glaring at his friend. “Pick him back up, you idiot!”

He looks back and forth between me and Tyler, his hands fluttering nervously. “S-sorry, Ty, b-but I’d rather live,” he stutters before running out of the bathroom. 

I pushed past Tyler and kneeled beside Yujin, examining his condition. His chest rose with shaky breaths while his droopy eyelids glanced up at me. A faint grin appears on his face.

“H-hey… S-super Y-Yuno… C-coming to the rescue…” He mutters, wheezing with every word. Enraged, I stand up and turn towards Tyler, dropping my backpack on the ground. His tough guy act completely melts away, revealing a terrified boy underneath.

“M-my dad w-will sue y-you if y-'' His words hang in the air, cut short as my hand clamps onto the back of his head. With a swift, forceful motion, I slam his face onto the tiles of the bathroom walls, the sickening sound of bones breaking echoes between the walls. 

A guttural wail escapes Tyler’s lips, muffled by his hands clutching his broken nose. Thick, crimson liquid seeps through his fingers, coating his hands and face. The metallic scent of blood permeates through the air, a scent that I’m all too familiar with. I shove my foot into the side of his ribs, the impact punctuated by the wrath filling my veins. Tyler crumples to the ground, writhing in pain. The sound of my heart thundered in my ears, drowning out the world around me. Hovering over Tyler, I draw back my elbow, ready to deliver the final blow. With all my power, I drive my elbow into his already battered face. The impact sends a shockwave throughout his body, knocking him out cold.

I stand over his unconscious body, the acrid taste of adrenaline lingering on my tongue, and slowly unclench my fists. I swallowed hard, attempting to steady my breathing while the ringing in my ears faded away. The anger I once felt is now replaced with a slight guilt as my mind travels back to Minji, her unapproving expression from my fight with Bryce echoing in my mind. I shake my head and turn my attention back to Yujin.

Kneeling beside him, I carefully sit him up against the wall. “Can you stand?” I ask, my throat feeling dry from the sight of his battered-up form. Yujin tries to stand up on his own but groans in pain from the slightest movements. 

I turn around, offering him my back. “Get on. I’ll carry you to the nurse.” Carefully, he wraps his arms around my neck while I carry him in a piggyback. Grabbing my bag, I step over Tyler’s unconscious form right as a freshman boy enters the bathroom. A look of shock paints his face as he scans the blood on the wall and the body on the floor. His body shivers in fear as I loom over him, his legs frozen in place, preventing him from escaping.

I try my best to look less threatening and give him what I hope is a reassuring smile. “He slipped and fell. I’m sure he’ll be fine.” I pat his shoulder and exit the bathroom, Yujin resting on my back.

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My already sullied faith in the education system manages to go even lower as I find the nurse’s office completely empty, with no nurse in sight. I sign in frustration, opting to find help off campus instead of waiting for someone who might never come.

As I round the corner on my way to the exit, I inadvertently bump into a girl, jostling the glasses from her face. “Oh, I’m so sorry about that,” she apologizes, hastily retrieving her glasses from the ground. “Are you alr-” She freezes as she secures her glasses, undoubtedly shocked at the sight of Yujin’s unconscious body. “What did you do to him!?” she exclaims, hurriedly checking on Yujin.

Confused, I took a defensive step back, shielding Yujin from her. “I didn’t do this. It was Tyler McGraw.”

“As if I would believe someone like you. Why didn’t you take him to the nurse!?” She slaps my arm in exasperation. I scoff, slowly becoming more and more irritated.

“The nurse wasn’t there, so unless you’re a doctor or something, get out of my way, or else he might die,” I snapped, glaring at her. Her irate look melts into one of sympathy, a look I’m not used to receiving. 

I clear my throat, attempting to ease the tension. “S-sorry,” I stutter awkwardly. “I just need help. Please.” 

She studies my expression for a moment before sighing, relenting to the urgency of the situation. “There’s a first aid kit in the student council room. Follow me, it’s closer.” I followed her silently, wondering why her face looked so familiar. 

The student council room exuded an air of organized chaos, with papers sprawled out all over the table in the center of the room. The floor was littered with various colored paper scraps, a by-product from the posters advertising prom that line the hallways. A whiteboard on the far end of the room was covered with notes, important due dates, and random drawings. On the opposite side of the room, a well-worn green couch sat, its fading color a testament to years of use by both former and current student council members.

The student council girl grabbed a first aid kit from a cabinet while I gently lay Yujin down on the couch. His chest slowly rises and falls with each shaky breath. 

“Th-thank… Thank you… Y-Yuno…” he wheezes in a strained voice. Yujin reaches out with a trembling hand, finding mine in a weak grasp. An unfamiliar tenderness wells up within me as I squeeze his hand reassuringly. The girl sits beside Yujin and begins delicately cleaning the dried blood from Yujin’s face. She meticulously applies antiseptic to his cuts, the clinical scent stinging my nose.

As she worked, her eyes briefly flickered toward me. “So,” she starts, her tone measured. “What happened to him?”

A heavy sigh escapes my lips as I relive the past hour in my head. “Tyler and one of the other guys on the football team were beating him up in the bathroom, so I stepped in and…” My words trail off as I catch the unmistakable glare she’s directing at me. I gulp, suddenly feeling sheepish in front of her. Shaking her head, she diverts her attention back to aiding Yujin.

“I don’t know what Minji sees in you,” she mutters under her breath. My ears burn at the mention of Minji, and then it hits me - this girl is one of her friends I saw two days ago (Danielle, I think). Despite not talking to her at the time, I remember the distinct icy stare she gave me that day.

“H-how is Minji?” I stutter awkwardly. I didn’t get a chance to talk to her this morning after the incident last night, except in the library where I… My body shivers at the embarrassing memory.

Danielle abruptly stands up, staring daggers at me from behind her frames. Despite being much shorter, I suddenly felt like an insignificant bug as she loomed over me. “I don’t know what you're planning here, but you better stay away from Minji. She has enough going on already and she doesn’t need a troublemaker like you to add to that,” she snapped, fire in her eyes. We stood there in tense silence for what felt like years before she went back to tending Yujin’s wounds. 

I open my mouth to argue, but stop, considering her words. What was I planning with Minji? We’re not exactly friends, but we’re not strangers either. I mean, I slept over at her house. Hell, we slept in the same bed together. What could she even gain from being close to me? My head begins to ache as I get more and more confused.

Danielle gets up from the couch, breaking me from my thoughts. “I did all I could with the first aid kit. I think it’s best to alert his parents,” she states.

Yujin, with the very little energy he has left, shakes his head. “N-no… Don’t… D-don’t tell… m-my parents…” he grunts. 

Danielle frowns. “Why not?”

“I-I live w-with… M-my grandma… D-don’t… Worry her… P-please…” A single tear rolls down from his swollen eye. Danielle holds his hand reassuringly, her expression full of sympathy.

“Okay. I won’t,” she assures before turning to me, her expression hardening instantly. “He can rest here for the rest of the day. I’ll let his teachers know to excuse him from their classes. You, on the other hand, need to go back to class. I’ll watch over him.”

I nod, surrendering Yujin to her care. Despite her intense distrust toward me, I acknowledge that she can do a better job of taking care of him than I ever could. Grabbing my bag, I leave the student council room, stealing one last glance at Yujin. He grins and gives me a small wave right as I close the door.

A splotch of red stains my sleeve, a symbol of the violence I committed. Feeling disgusted at my lack of self control, I roll it up to hide the part of me others are scared of.

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The bell rings, signaling the end of the school day. I quickly grab my things and make my way towards the student council room, the crowd parting as I walk by. Upon barging in, I find the room empty aside from a folded-up note on the couch with my name on it. Curious, I unfolded it and it read:

Hey Yuno, thanks for saving me again. I owe you one, big time! Danielle said her mom is a nurse and she offered to check me out for free so I don’t burden my grandma with any hospital bills. Her mom is giving me a ride home from school early, but I didn’t want to leave without saying anything, so I’m writing this note to you. Danielle and I talked a lot after you left and she’s really nice! I tried to convince her that you’re a cool guy, but she still seems skeptical. Don’t worry though, I’ll change her mind eventually :) Anyway, my hand is starting to hurt now, so I’ll end the note here. See ya tomorrow! - Yujin

I smirk to myself and fold the note, placing it in my pocket. As I place the note inside, I feel something strange and smooth, and I suddenly remember - Minji’s phone. With everything that went on with Yujin, I completely forgot to return her phone. Rushing out of the building, I scan the courtyard, looking for Minji, but she’s nowhere in sight. I flinch at a tap on my shoulder and turn to see two more of Minji’s friends - the tall one and the one that looks like a cat.

“Hello!” the taller one greets with a bright smile. “Your Minji’s friend, right? Haerin told me to get your attention. I’m Hyein by the way, it’s nice to meet you again!” She sticks out her hand, which I clumsily shake. The shorter girl, Haerin, steps in front of her and stares at me with an odd, unreadable expression that sends a shiver down my spine.

“You are looking for Minji,” she states matter-of-factly.

I stagger backward, taken aback by her accuracy. “How did y- never mind. Do you know where she is?”

“She went home early,” Hyein says. “Her parents are flying from their business trip today, so she rushed home to go see them.”

I nod and turn to leave before Haerin stops me. “What’s your relationship with Minji?” she interrogates.

“We’re uhh…” I hesitate, uncertain about my answer. Shaking my head, I decide to change the subject. “Minji left her phone in the library. I’m just trying to return it.”

Haerin’s eyes narrow, studying my expression for a moment. The hair on the back of my neck stands on end as her feline eyes stare into my soul. Minji’s friends always find a way to make me feel uncomfortable.

Hyein steps in, smacking Haerin on the shoulder. “We’ll let you go on then. Tell Minji we said hi!” She tugs Haerin away, nodding apologetically. It looks like she’s the only normal out of Minji’s friends.

As I walk along the familiar path towards her house, the once serene blue sky suddenly fills with gray clouds, reminding me of my first meeting with Ms. Student Council President. If I had just left the detention room instead of offering to walk her home, would fate still have pushed us together? Would she have gotten hurt last night if I hadn’t bumped into her by chance? In the grand scheme of things, what does meeting Minji Kim mean? Droplets of rain start to fall as I ponder these questions, the weight of uncertainty bearing down on me like the rain clouds above. The thread of my life has changed directions after meeting Minji, now woven with hers, for better or for worse. 

Before I knew it, I found myself in front of her house, an unfamiliar and expensive-looking car in her driveway that must belong to her parents. I gawk at it for a moment, wondering how loaded her family is, before knocking on the front door. 

The door swings open, revealing a tall and impeccably groomed man, donning a perfectly tailored suit that I’ve only seen in movies. His eyes, sharp and calculating, seem to dissect me with every glance. “Hello there, can I help you?” he greets, his deep voice as polished as his appearance.

I gulp, my confidence dwindling in the face of his stature. Everything about him reminds me of a world of privilege and opulence that I could never hope to be a part of. “U-uh, hi, I-I’m Yumo- I mean Yuno,” I stammer, my throat suddenly becoming dry.

He raises an eyebrow in concern. “Okay… Can I help you, Yuno?”

I shake my head, mentally facepalming. “R-right, sorry, uh Minji forgot her phone in the library, I’m just here to return it.” I take the phone out of my pocket and show it to him, my hand trembling slightly, betraying my nerves.

He squints, scrutinizing my expression with an intensity that could rival Medusa’s. A woman - Minji’s mother - glides into view from behind him, adorned in fabrics that are equally as elegant and intimidating as Mr. Kim’s. 

“Who’s at the door, honey?” she asks him, her voice exuding authority and lavishness. I suddenly felt self-conscious in front of the pair, crossing my arms to cover my shabby-looking school uniform.

“He’s a classmate of Minji’s. He says he’s returning her phone which she forgot in the library,” Mr. Kim says, his eyes still nitpicking my every move. 

“A friend of Minji’s, how wonderful!” Ms. Kim exclaims. “Come in dear, let’s have a little chat.” She gave me a warm welcoming smile, yet lingering underneath the surface, there was a subtle glint of concealed intentions that sent a shiver up my spine.

“U-um, okay…” I reluctantly accepted, fearing the consequences if I declined. Ms. Kim ushered me inside her home, unaware that this was the third time I’d been here in a row. At this point, I’ve seen more of Minji’s house than I have my own.

“Minji dear, your friend is here,” Ms. Kim calls out. 

“Is it Hanni? I told her she didn’t have to-” Minji rounds the corner, and our eyes lock in a moment suspended in time. She’s dressed in an elegant white blouse that amplifies the innocence of her natural beauty, paired with a simple black skirt that accentuates the grace in her every movement. Minji exuded a completely different aura compared to when she’s wearing her school uniform or the oversized T-shirts she wears as pajamas. It was almost as if she was a different person entirely.

“Y-Yuno! What are you doing here?” She asks, a hint of anxiety in her voice.

I snap out of my trance and hand her the phone. “You forgot your phone in the library. Hanni asked me to hand it to you.”

“Oh my god, thank you so much! I’ve been looking everywhere for it!” Her face lights up in a grateful smile that makes my heart skip a beat. My cheeks flare up with warmth and the corners of my lips instinctively curl upwards, which I try to hide with my hands.

“Yeah no problem, I should probably get going now-” As I turn to leave, Ms. Kim places a hand on my shoulder, stopping me

“Yuno dear, why don’t you stay for some tea? Sanghoon and I would love to get to know another one of Minji’s friends.” Despite her cheery tone, there was something in her voice that let me know she wasn’t just asking - she was commanding. I reluctantly comply, taking a seat on the couch.

“Minji, come help me in the kitchen,” Ms. Kim commands, pulling Minji with her. Minji gives me a sympathetic look before she disappears, leaving me alone with her father. Mr. Kim sits on a reclining chair, leaning forward as he stares me down. I fought guys that were triple my size before, yet none of them intimidated me as much as he did.

“So,” he begins, his expression unreadable. I gulp as I await the inevitable onslaught of questions. “What are your grades like, Yumo?

“U-uh, it’s Yuno. Sir,” I stammer. He grins at me with amusement, like a predator playing with his food.

“My apologies, Yuno.” Mr. Kim leans back in his chair, a sign that he doesn’t view me as a threat. Even with his relaxed demeanor, I couldn’t let my guard down.

“R-right, u-uh my grades are alright.” I clasp my hands together in an attempt to hide my trembling. He raises an eyebrow at my answer, unconvinced. My gut is telling me that I said something wrong.

“What are your goals for the future?” He continues.

“I-I’m not really sure yet. Still thinking about it,” I lie. Up until recently, I’d always assume I would die young from getting mixed in with the wrong crowd, so I never even humored the thought of actually having a future.

“That’s normal for kids your age,” Mr. Kim says, nodding in understanding. “You might wanna hurry up though; it’s best to get a headstart on college.”

I breathe a sigh of relief, his genuine advice easing my nerves a bit. However, I could still feel alarms going off in my head, the tension in the room at dangerously high levels. Something was hiding underneath their kind facade that made the hair on the back of my head stand up on end.

“I’m sure you were expecting me to ask you this, but what is your relationship with my daughter?” He folds his arms, expectantly awaiting my answer. 

I open my mouth to respond, but nothing comes out. The answer to the question has evaded me the entire day, my mind clouded with uncertainty like the rain clouds outside. It would have been easier for me to lie and make up an answer, but my gut was stopping me. I needed an answer, right here and right now.

I take a deep breath to clear my mind, hoping the answer will come to me at the last second. “Minji and I are-”

“The tea is ready!” Minji swoops in, briskly placing a tray of mugs on the coffee table. “Actually, I forgot to tell you this, but Yuno and I are working on a project for science class.” My eyes widen with confusion, but before I can react, Minji grabs me by the sleeve and pulls me up the stairs. “We’ll be in my room if you need us!” she announces. I catch a glimpse of her parents’ bewildered look right before we turn the corner. She pushes me into her room, shutting the door behind her. 

The walls of her bedroom were covered in posters of various singers and groups with odd names, like “Red Velvet” and “Twice”. Various stuffed animals were neatly arranged on top of her bed, a testament to her meticulous nature as student council president. A desk sat in front of the window, its surface covered with random stickers, polaroids with her friends, and sticky notes containing due dates and reminders. I would’ve been impressed with how cozy the room was, if it weren’t for the fact that I was inside MINJI’S BEDROOM, alone with MINJI.

A thousand- No, a million questions fill my head as I glance at Minji, who’s begun pacing nervously around the room. “U-uh, Minji?”

“I’M SORRY, I PANICKED!” She covers her mouth almost immediately after her outburst, offering an apologetic look. Taking a breath, she sits on her bed, fiddling with her fingers. “I’m sorry about my parents, they can be a bit much, even for me. Especially my dad. I’m sure he means well, but he has a tendency to push his ideologies onto others. I suppose he is a businessman after all.” Minji grabs a stuffed bear toy, holding it for comfort. I bite my lip in an attempt to stifle a grin at how… “cute” she looked.

“It’s cool, I didn’t even notice,” I lied, feeling the sudden urge to look impressive in front of her. Instead of looking impressed, however, she giggles in my face.

“No offense, Yuno, but I could hear you stuttering from the kitchen.” My entire face burns red from her words. I pretend to inspect one of her posters in an attempt to hide my embarrassed expression. 

“Sooo… Why did you tell them we had a science project together?” I ask, changing the subject. “I’m not even taking a science class this year.”

Minji sighs, squeezing her bear toy. “My parents are always hypercritical of my friends, they have been since I was born. If they find even a single flaw, they’ll tell me I can’t be friends with them anymore. Hanni is the exception, of course, they couldn’t get rid of her no matter how hard they tried,” she explains, chuckling at her own joke. “I didn’t want you to be uncomfortable, so I lied to get you out of there.”

There’s that word again - “Friend”. This whole time, I had been thinking about whether or not I thought of Minji as a friend. But… Did Minji see me as a friend? The thought was unfathomable, but I needed to know the answer.

“Minji,” I say, getting her attention. She looks up at me expectantly, her dark brown eyes making my heart flutter. “A-are we… friends?” I avert my gaze, awaiting the rejection. To my surprise, the rejection never comes.

“Of course we are! It would be weird if we weren’t friends after everything we’ve been through,” she states.

My body suddenly felt lighter, as if a thousand-pound weight had lifted off of my shoulders. The question that has been stuck in my mind all day finally had an answer. My lips instinctively curl into a smile, the first one I’ve had in a long while.

Minji giggles at my reaction. “I’ve never seen you smile before, Yuno. You should smile more, it’s nice,” she compliments. The room falls silent as a warm, pink hue graces both of our faces. Minji covers her face with the bear toy while I turn towards the wall, hiding the goofy smile that continues to grow on my face. I had been called a plethora of things under the sun - son of a bitch, motherfucker, and piece of shit, to name a few. Never in the last four years of my existence has anyone complimented my smile. 

A strange and unfamiliar feeling bubbles in my chest. It wasn’t fear, anxiety, or anger; It was happiness. Minji Kim had given me a compliment, and it made me happy. I can’t help but wonder if I had knocked one of my own screws loose during my altercation with Tyler.

Minji looks up from her bear, her face still as pink as cotton candy. However, her face instantly darkens with concern as she tosses her bear on the bed and grabs my arm.

“Yuno, is that… blood?” she asks, inspecting my sleeve. Unknowingly, my sleeve had unfurled, revealing the crimson stain. The joy from Minji’s compliment sours into guilt as her worried eyes meet mine. “A-are you alright? Did you get hurt or something?”

My throat grows dry as I search for an answer, my mind devolving into chaos. The thought of her disappointed face if I told her the truth sent a pang through my chest, a pain more acute than any punch I’ve ever received. Frozen in place, I stood helpless as the weight of my actions slowly crushed me.

A knock at the door jolts me from my thoughts, and Minji’s mother peeks her head in, breaking the uneasy silence. “Hey you two, just wanted to know how the project is going. You left so abruptly that the tea got cold.”

Minji swiftly steps forward, shielding my blood-stained sleeve from her mother’s view. “Sorry about that, mom. The project is going well, we’re just brainstorming some ideas right now,” she says, her composure unbreaking.

“Alright then. Yuno dear, will you be joining us for dinner?”

I clear my throat, attempting to keep up a normal facade. “S-sorry Ms. Kim, but I should probably get going. My dad is waiting for me at home,” I lied. Truthfully, I have no idea where my dad is, but that didn’t matter at the moment. I roll up my sleeve and walk past her, beelining it towards the front door, only to be greeted with a curtain of pouring rain. To add insult to injury, a bolt of lightning rings out from the sky.

Ms. Kim places a hand on my shoulder from behind, and as I glance back, I catch a subtle tinge in her eyes that sends a shiver down my spine. She hid it well behind her warm smile, but I could tell there was something off about her.

“Oh no, looks like it’s raining,” she says, feigning concern. It was almost as if she somehow made it rain to keep me trapped here. “Why don’t you stay here until the rain dies down? It’ll give us a chance to get to know you better.”

I gulp as she shuts the door, prying me from my chance at freedom. The ominous feeling in the air intensifies as I reluctantly agree to stay, unsure of the web I’m becoming entangled in. Minji’s worried expression mirrors my own as I’m pulled towards the kitchen, the front door fading from view.

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How Literate Arcane Characters Are - Headcanon Thread

(Vander, Silco, Benzo, Caitlyn, Vi, Mylo, Claggor, Powder, Ekko, Jayce, Viktor, Mel)

I’ve never used tumblr before so please be patient w me 🙇‍♂️🙇‍♂️🙇‍♂️🙇‍♂️ some minor spoilers for arcane 1 ahead!!

Vander:

Barely literate. He gets by mostly but he reads increasingly slow and needs to read out loud. The undercity doesn’t have an actual school system so the kids usually have to teach themselves or have their parents teach them. Vander was just a little shit as a kid, thought it was useless then and now he’s trying to learn since he’s running a business and all that. He can write, but again, barely. Has to sound out every word and even then it’s not guaranteed to be spelled right. He doesn’t understand how people read for fun. You give him anything thicker than a pamphlet and he’ll look at you like you’re crazy

Rat bastard Silco 🥰

A lot more literate than his brother, he was always more of the brains than the brawn anyway. For his work the ability to write well is a must, and he was a little less of a shit in his childhood than Vander so he actually started learning early on. He does enjoy reading actually!! He’s a bit of an elitist though and thinks he’s better than everyone else for “enjoying” classics. Probably wrote some fanfics as a teen, If Vander could read then he would definitely bully Silco.

Benzo (off topic but he doesn’t get as much love as he deserves)

He’s around the same level of literacy as Silco. Read data sets and instructional pamphlets all the time as a kid. Probably stumbled upon an IKEA furniture assembling guide once as a kid and was so fascinated he just had to figure out what it meant. Vander always comes to Benzo for help when he gets an especially fancy message from Grayson. I think Benzo would actually have some nice handwriting and would be super proud of his signature. He’s used to tinkering with very small and complex machines so he’s got good control.

Caitlyn

Idk what you want me to say here she’s a piltie with a council member for a mom I don’t know how she could be anything less than that one kid in elementary who was reading at a 12th grade level in 3rd grade. Read fanfics as a kid. Still does occasionally. Probably figured out she was a lesbian from reading fanfics. Had a weird obsession with mystery novels back then which may or may not have led her to become an enforcer.

Vi

Yeah she’s obviously Vander’s kid. Didn’t see the need to read and Vander didn’t really push her to so she just kinda never learned to read. To her the most important thing is to be able to speak well and not die. Probably liked to flip through comic books and try and piece together the story from the pictures (that or she just made up her own). Being locked up in prison for several years also doesn’t really help with literacy so yeah. Vi is illiterate.

Mylo

Most literate of Vander’s kids. He’s not super advanced but he’s doing a LOT better than his siblings. Benzo probably gave him a book on lockpicking without telling Vander once and that’s probably where Mylo actually began to read a lot more. He enjoys the usual fantasy and adventure books but rarely has the time to read them. He’s probably around a 5th or 6th grade reading level. Likes to rub the fact that he can understand the comic books into Powders face.

Claggor (I couldn’t find any good gifs of just him sorry 😢😢)

A little less literate than Mylo but he can still read pretty well! Probably likes to flip through craft books and then never make any of the projects shown (cough cough I’m projecting cough). Same with cooking books except he actually MIGHT make a thing or two shown in the book. Likes Fantasy books as well.

Powder / Jinx

As a kid she definitely loved flipping through kids’ encyclopedias with different animals in them. That’s partly why she started reading, cuz she was so interested in what those animals were. She also had a lot of spare time since Mylo would always insist on leaving her behind and sometimes it was enough to convince Vi. Once she got older I think she stopped reading as much. She still knew how to read she just lost the love for it, reminded her too much of her past life. Silco didn’t push her to keep reading either.

Ekko 😢😢😢😭😢😭😢😢😢😭😢🥺😢

Benzo actually pushed him to read a ton, and Ekko absolutely loved and respected Benzo so he wasn’t a tough student. He loved loved loved learning from Benzo and just honestly enjoyed spending time with his mentor. Benzo wasn’t too bad of a teacher either so Ekko became very literate very quickly. Again, after the events of the first arc he also lost his love for reading. He’s a great letter writer tho especially when he needs to give instructions.

Jayce

He got into a university I think you gotta be pretty literate for that. Idk tho. Could be wrong. Again idk what you want me to say for him. Oh but! I think he speaks atleast one other language just not well. He’s highly literate in English but not in the language his mom speaks. He can understand it and can speak it but can’t read or write in it.

Viktor

Kinda like Jayce I think he speaks another language EXCEPT he can also read and write in the other language too! So he’s very literate in both of the languages he speaks. He may be from the undercity but from his accent I want to make the guess that he may have moved to the undercity when he was very young. Maybe the place he was from actually had a decent school system where he learned to read and write in both his mother tongue and English. Seems like a fan of French novels and poetry books. You give him Frankenstein and he gets excited as hell.

Mel She comes from Royalty so she is very very well educated. Speaks several languages that her mom made her learn and can probably read and write in atleast 4 different languages. Traumatized girlboss polyglot!!!

Once she was no longer living with her mother I think she really started to indulge in fiction while before her mom would rarely allow it, saying it was a waste of time or that it promoted degeneracy (off topic but if Ambessa was a politician irl she would 100% use woke unironically). Seems like she’d be a big fan of Jane Austen and Emily Dickenson.

End of thread!!

[web-kindle]

!MASSIVE FOOLIVERSE RAMBLE! Read at your own peril!

Congratulations Erik! 🎊🥳🎊

You have successfully made me care more about the Fooliverse than ANY canon storyline you've currently got going on rn (Except for Hush and Vega, I'm still very invested in that). Forget the Balance, forget Sovereign State, forget the currently kinda stagnant DAMN storyline, I need more Fooliverse Lore! (Note: mildly hyperbolic, I do want Erik to push major storylines, but with the new schedule they're gonna take ages)

Like each character we've gotten so far have been so fun, but with them comes so many questions about the universe around them. For example (this is your final chance to escape, its a long one):

What's the rest of the DAMN crew like? Are they all complete opposites of their canon counterparts, and if not what stays the same. Gavin although quiet and submissive, still very much enjoys sex and partaking in it when he wants like in canon. So what about the others? Is Huxley less friendly in this AU, is he rude or just an actual loner that gave up on making real friends? Is he smarter or still a bit goofy? What about Lasko and Damien, what are their differences? Is Damien a member of staff or is Lasko a really extroverted student? Where's Kody in all this? Is he still a mild extremist or is he actually a cool dude? Maybe he's a jock unlike Huxley??? Like I'M SO INVESTED!

What's going on with the rest of the Rebaine Clan? Where was Marie when Milo's dad drunk himself to death and Milo got lost in the system? Was she an absent mother or was she just not related to Milo at all? Is she in the Rebaine Clan or is she the Queen of a Clan of her own? Where. Are. The Solaires?!?! I have to know if Vincent is still a human who survived The Surge and is just living life, or never got on in the first place. Did he ever meet Lovely, did he die on The Surge and not get saved? Was he born a Vamp, turned by William still, or someone else? Is William a minor Duke or something or still a King but not as important? What about being one of those High Council Vamps Milo mentioned? Is he even around? We know Porter is, like did Demetri save him, get Porter indebted to him, or was Porter born a Vamp and just joined the Clan??? And how close is the Clans relationship with the Talbot Pack. Like yeah their friends of the Clan, but to the same level as in canon, or more? Or less? We know Asher is more serious in this AU being the Alpha, so what's his relationship with Milo??? Are they close friends, or reluctant allies on a personal level? IS MILO STILL SHORT?!?! These are the questions we need answered

James we know is a stoner and that he doesn't see himself as a good person. Is he still part of ETS, doing stuff that doesn't sit well with him to the point he smokes to get away? Does he even have a job currently? Why does he feel like he's not a good/kind person? What did he do? Maybe it's just his personality this AU... But if James isn't part of ETS and Anton is in the Pack, who's running Project Meridian? Is the project even needed, cause if the Miridian is OK in this AU, maybe the company that would do it is just sticking to normal science projects (whatever that means). Where's Marcus in all this, is he still a weirdo, but in a different font? Maybe he's just a dude too, living life, or maybe Asset is just a person and they actual love Marcus and they live together with no issues... GOD this is so unfair that I don't know 😫

And more on Anton, we know he is a member of the Talbot Pack. It's cute he's so fun and carefree, not wondering when he'll see his Love again. He's flourishing in the Talbot Pack! I'm guessing he's just an ordinary member, but is he part of security (if the Pack still does that) or does he do his own thing. Maybe he's a stay-at-home partner, I wonder if he's still responsible somewhat to maintain the house easily or if he's completely a menace on that front.

What. Happened. To. Guy??? Cause why's my Guy so depressed? Is he still sharing an apartment with Mikayla, but Honey isn't there, so its sapping him of all his happiness? Did he confess but Honey was like "nah" and he's completely defeated in life. Maybe Guy tried to do more with his writing degree but it's not working out and him delivering pizza on the size is really knocking his motivation? What if he's just like that and things are a-ok overall. Maybe he barely reacted to Anton' wolf for cause he knows about magic (accidently or not) and is completely disillusioned about life cause "why are things still shit if magic exists" so he just doesn't care??? You can't leave me hanging like this Erik!!!

More on the Pack, DAVID IS OPENLY CALLED DAVEY! First, that's so fucking cute as hell, but I gotta know is it an inside joke, did Angel push for this, or maybe is naturally evolved and David doesn't mind anyone calling him that. Curious to see which one it is. We at least know based on his personality he's not highly likely to hate on it. Secondly, HIS DAD'S ALIVE (and seems to call his son for tech help lol). That's so sweet! ☺️ Shows how different he would be with his dad still around. And finally, damn he's such a sweetheart, and Angel is still a menace but a grumpy one instead. Its hot how he wants them to take the lead, begs for it even.

Overall love how cute he is in this, makes me question what his dynamic would be interacting with Milo in this universe. In fact, I wanna see more of his and Asher's best friend relationship in this AU. With their personalities, I feel like it would be really chill. Anyway, who is the Beta? It's not Davey and it doesn't seem to be Anton, so who is it? Maybe, it actually is Darlin like some people have been theorising. (Oh god Where's Sam in all this???) Or maybe Christian, which also makes me guess what the dynamic between him and Asher is like. Maybe it's not so different to his canon interactions with Alpha David.

And a side note, Alpha Asher just can't catch a break, it's like being the Alpha of this Pack curses you to be gruff and broody no matter what universe it happens in. At least no one close to him has actually died or something like in The Imperium. Unless if one or both of his parents died for him to become a grumpy Alpha!!! Who knows, its up for headcannon to decide. Mildly bummed out that we don't get a full vid or even an Asher cameo in this AU. A few references on his seemingly responsible lifestyle and kinda gruff character by other people is not enough. GIVE ME MORE OF THE FOOLIVERSE PUPPY!!! (Respectfully)

If you got to the end I sincerely apologise, you shouldn't have done that, but know you know the thoughts that have plagued my brain about this AU. Whilst there were some lighthearted demands in there just know they were all made in good faith and is just an indicator of how much I've enjoyed this AU. Its honestly been so fun and I hope it gets a comeback in some way.

Now it's time to bet on who the BAs gonna be about next month!

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No Kisses | KTH Chapter I: Captain vs. President

Pairing: Captain of the Football Team fuckboi Taehyung x Class President goody two shoes Reader

Genre: FWB AU-ish, enemies to frienemies? with benefits to lovers, smut, fluff, angst?? I guess

Summary: It's championship week! The most anticipated week of the school year; however, leading up to the events, you and your council must collaborate with the football team to promote school spirit and pride. Unfortunately, you're forced to work with your number one enemy, Football team captain and fuck boy, Kim Taehyung, known for having a mysterious "no kisses" rule.

Chapter I: Captain vs. President || Series Masterlist

“Meeting adjourned at 4:52 pm.”

The familiar sounds of chairs scraping the council room floors tore the air. The soft sunlight beaming through the windows as the day dwindled down. It was in the middle of the semester. Around this time, the days got shorter and darker within a blink of an eye. Most people felt rather exhausted once the light was gone, but you were eternally grateful for your council to stay attentive and creative as ever. You stood in front of the room, observing as your members began leaving the room after another successful meeting.

You were the student body president of your college campus as well as the youngest elected in history, elected in your second year but inducted in your third year. You honestly didn’t think you were gonna win. You didn’t consider yourself well-known. If anything, everyone knew your outgoing cousin, so maybe you got a couple of brownie points. But sure enough, you won by a landslide after your competition; a pretentious business major got canceled for some reason.

Anyway, you were honored to represent your college and the student population. You took pride in it, and for the most part, in anything you did. If you were going to do something, you’d give your 125%. Call yourself a Type-A personality, but it has always benefited your life up to this point. You were top of your class in both high school and college, and you excelled with flying colors in classes and internships. Yeah, you failed sometimes and hurt like a bitch, but no one ever caught you slipping, which gave you the infamous nickname “President Goody Two Shoes.”

When people said that, they assumed it meant that you didn’t party, you were a prude and uptight, especially with talking about sex, you never got suspended or got called into the office for expulsion, and you always followed rules. You knew this wasn’t entirely true. You just liked staying at home and drinking, you weren’t experienced enough in sex to have an input, and you were so shy in that sense, and why would someone even want to get suspended at a place you’re paying big banks towards.

Judging by all of this and your status, you still wondered how you were president. But luckily, your officers, some of them being your best friends, helped reassure you that you were doing a great job. You eventually embraced what anyone said about you, well, almost everyone.

“Another job well done, Miss President.” Your vice president and best friend, Jung Hoseok, complimented you as he walked towards your large desk. “We must celebrate with some alcohol and a movie marathon at your place.”

“Are you making plans behind my back?” Your treasurer and other best friend, Min Yoongi, yelled from the back of the class. You didn’t understand why he always did that despite being an officer, but you let him be.

“Kinda because you usually fall asleep before you even come to my place.” You shrugged. “Either way, I can’t do this weekend. I have a huge paper to write in my child adolescence class.”

“Can you not do work three weeks before the due date?” Hoseok pouted, knowing that fact because he’s also in that class. “Give yourself a break once in a while.”

“I do give myself a break.”

“I mean, yeah, reading Crying in H-Mart and rubbing one out, but not in the standards of Hoseok and me.” Yoongi got up from his seat and walked up to you both.

“Yoongi, shut up!” You punched his arm, blushing at the information you told them in confidence. “Don’t talk about that, it was a one time long ago and never again. I’m sorry I’m your boring friend. This is who I am, and you’re not going to change me.”

“We want you to have a little fun. We’re at that age to fuck up and get away with it, but you don’t seem to like that.” Hoseok mentioned. You sighed, knowing how they have certain feelings about experiencing your goody-two-shoes role firsthand.

“Fine.” You were guilt-tripped into agreeing, but the smiles on both of their faces were absolutely worth it for you. You loved them to death and vice versa. They accepted you for who you were and were as passionate as you within this council. They stood by you no matter what, and you appreciated them. “But not today. I have a couple of things to handle. We can do it tomorrow.”

A knock from the door caught all of your attention. Your heads revealed your slit-eyed smiling cousin, practically brother, Park Jimin. Being a year older than you, he felt obligated to protect you and push anything potentially dangerous out of your way. When you were five and fell down, he cleaned your wound. When you were pushed by a bully at twelve, he scared them away. When you got heartbroken by your crush at sixteen, he comforted you and gave you advice. You were very close with him and were able to talk through any problems you may have.

“Ya ready, ____? You also hungry?” Jimin spoke as he waved to you and your friends. They knew the routine since Jimin offered to drive you back to your apartment after every meeting to avoid walking and riding the bus alone late at night. “We finished practice 30 minutes ago, but it was alright.”

“Wrong, we waited for almost an hour. We’re starving, waiting for your annoying ass.” The abysmal voice of the devil shattered your eardrums. Your eyes shifted from your cousin to the useless piece of existence coming from behind.

There he was, hair messy and dampened from showering after practice. He had on an oversized red hoodie with loose black pants and matching slides. He shouldered his crossbody bag and duffle filled with his dirtied clothes from practice. His cocoa-covered eyes eyed you with an amusing tinge, making you want to throw up.

Kim Taehyung, the captain of the football team and Quarterback, was the bane of your existence. It doesn’t help that he has been best friends with Jimin since they started college and joined the football team together, so he was there all the fucking time. You don’t know why though, since Jimin was sweet, affable, and caring. Once you got into college, he introduced you to Taehyung, and it went downhill from there. He ridiculed you, teased you, every negative thing you would think of because one, you were Jimin’s little cousin, and two, you were the goody two shoes, and three, the complete opposite of him. 

He wasn’t wrong, though. Everything said was who you were on a surface level. With your hair was tied up in a ponytail or braids every day without fail (anything to get it out of your face), followed by your gold-framed glasses because you can’t fucking see for the life of you, you walked proudly around school, knowing you were respected and somewhat well-loved by both students and faculty. If any insults came your way, your stoic expression gave you the power of being unbothered. However, with Taehyung, it wasn’t what he said, it’s how he said it, and you absolutely despised it. Taehyung was nothing but rude and egotistical. 

Long story short: he was an irritable popular fuck boy who liked to get what he wanted. An advantage of being president, you heard more things about him than you should. All give evidence on him being the best fuck on campus. They float around like mosquitos, and for some reason, unnecessary people told you. You heard from many cheerleaders, club officers, ravers, and the list went on. It was like a five-star review on Yelp that you didn’t care about (okay, maybe you did think about it). However, something that was constantly mentioned and really stood out to you in curiosity was that Taehyung never kissed his hookups.

The no kisses rule apparently started way before you came into college. Every person who encountered Taehyung sexually spoke about how adamant he was about not wanting to kiss. Some attempted to but were immediately shut down or never went any further. Maybe he wasn’t into it, maybe he didn’t want to contact mouth herpes; who knows, really? It was an odd thing but never got the full answer about it.

“Ugh, why did you bring him again?” You groaned. Jimin knew you weren’t as fond of Taehyung—or so you liked to say—judging by your disgusted looks and followed bickering every time he showed up with his best friend. He tried his best to make you both become friends, but it didn’t happen, so he just got numb to your hatred against each other. At least he tried, right?

“Always excited to see me, princess?” Ahh, there it was. The teasing that you most definitely hated about him. It was like his life’s duty to get some kind of reaction out of you in any way possible, whether it was getting you flustered or angry. He didn’t care and rather enjoyed it as that cheeky smirk morphed into his gorgeous face.

“Ecstatic, I can hardly keep myself still.” You said dumbfoundedly, trying your best to create holes in his head through your intense bored glare.

“Don’t move around too much. Save your energy when you’re alone with me.” He smirked before winking, causing you to groan angrily.

“F-fuck off, you’re so annoying!” You could feel your cheeks heating as you quickly grabbed your backpack and two large boxes of office supplies to bring home. You’ve never met someone so forward in such a way. Was this how he was able to get people in his bed? If so, they may need some therapy.

“Taehyung and I wanted to get some burgers after practice, hence, why he’s here,” Jimin replied. “You ready?” You nodded and were about to carry the boxes out, but Jimin offered to carry them to his car, leaving you with Taehyung and your best friends.

“I’ll see you two tomorrow.” You bid goodbye, but Hoseok stopped you before you could leave.

“Can you hurry up? I’m hungry.” Taehyung whined.

“Shut the fuck up and starve! I don’t care!” You rolled your eyes before smiling cutely at your friend, not noticing Taehyung clenching his jaw.

“I forgot to tell you that you have a meeting with the dean on Monday. Last week, the admin’s office told me to tell you, but I forgot.” Hoseok giggled nervously, knowing how annoyed you get knowing things last minute.

“You didn’t give me enough time to mentally prepare, but I suppose it’ll do. Thank you for telling me.” You said your final goodbyes and left the council room, mindlessly pushing past Taehyung. You didn’t want to give him any more attention you were forced to give, but you heard his footsteps coming closer to you until he walked beside you.

“Meeting with the dean, huh?” Taehyung started, “Seems like Miss President might get in trouble for once.”

“Why would I even get in trouble? I don’t even do half of the stupid shit you did this past week.” You continued to walk, looking forward to avoiding his intense stare.

Out of nowhere, he bent down to your height to whisper in your ear, “Mmmm, princess, what you say as stupid shit I call life pleasures.” He chuckled, and you felt the vibration course through your body, specifically in places your mind wished to not have. “Maybe I should show you sometime.”

Trying your best to not give a reaction, you cleared your throat and snapped back, “What you can show me is sticking your mouth up to your asshole. Maybe you’ll be able to say wiser things than the shit coming out right now.” With that, you stomped your way towards Jimin’s car, all while Taehyung stayed a bit back to observe your reaction pleasingly.

-

“I can’t believe we made it to the championship!” Jimin exclaimed as he parked in front of your apartment complex. “Twenty-four years, our school has been in a drought, and our year’s team brought the gushing water.”

Ahh, yes, the national championships. Like what Jimin said, our college has reached all the way to the finals after having years of stagnation. This was huge; it will be the most anticipated week of the school year, probably your entire college career.

Jimin mentioned how Taehyung really wanted this year’s team to bond and have great sportsmanship. From what you heard, the past team captains were complete and utter shit. They didn’t care about winning, yet they were sore losers, but most importantly, they wanted the title to show face. There were cliques within the single team, and most of the time, clashed differences, which resulted in shitty football seasons. 

Taehyung wanted none of that. He insisted on working closely together and proactively solving fights right away when the team did run into it. He was a liaison between Coach Bang and the team. He advocated what the team wanted while also demonstrating authority when needed. As of result, they developed a brotherhood and respected him as a leader. You guess you can give Taehyung respect for that.

“We’re gonna destroy our opponents!” Jimin roared out of the blue, shocking you and Taehyung.

“Calm down, Chim. I admire your confidence, but it’s months away, and we still need a lot of practice.” Taehyung smiled endearingly at his best friend.

“I know, but it’s so exciting.” Your cousin jumped in his seat, then turned his torso around to face you. “You’re coming, right? You have no choice. It’s an obligation as my cousin.”

“Jimin, I wouldn’t miss it in the world.” You smiled as you unbuckled your seat to get out of the car.

“Why? Because you’ll see me hot and sweaty playing?” Taehyung pushed as he let the passenger’s window down.

“Not everything is about you, fuck face.” You shouldered your backpack behind to grab the boxes. “And for your information, I’ll be there as student body president and Jimin’s cousin. Nothing in that statement mentions me being your little fuck reward at the end of the night.”

“You can if you begged oh so sweetly.” He smiled. Though that smile looked so cute and innocent, you knew it was his devil way to trap anyone under his command, including yourself, but you were smart enough to be aware.

“Nah, you got a catalog filled with potentials. Don’t be so selfish about your choices.” You slammed the car door with your foot.

“Okay, ladies. Enough fighting for today. You’ve drained my energy to hear it.” Jimin chimed in before any of you could say anything. “____, do you need help carrying them up?”

You shook your head, “No, I’ll be okay. I’m strong and independent. Need no man.” Though your statement made Jimin giggle, it only made Taehyung comment rudely.

“Though I think you need dick.”

You decided to ignore him, yet you flared your nostrils to, unfortunately, show he got to you. “Goodbye, Jimin. I’ll see you later.” You turned around and headed towards the main entrance.

“Aww, Princess, don’t I get a goodbye too? You’re making me super sad. You’re hurting your daddy!” Once you reached the entrance, you could sense the cute little pout he made as he fake sobbed. Though he did the bare minimum, you didn’t understand why it urged you to face back to the car to tell him off.

“Will you shut the fuck up? You insufferable, attention-seeking bastard wh–ahhh!” You couldn’t finish your sentence because the door flew open, causing you to lose balance and fall over the single step. You dropped the boxes to the ground in front of you. Fortunately, the boxes broke your fall and saved you, almost face-planted as you barely held yourself with your palms meeting the concrete. Unfortunately, it didn’t save your embarrassment. 

“Oh, shit…My bad.” You heard your next-door neighbor Yeonjun apologize. His tone was slightly amused at the last part. You lifted your head to turn to Yeonjun, mumbling out it’s okay, but you didn’t meet his eyes when you did. He looked elsewhere on you.

“Hey, Princess. Pink looks good on you.” You were confused when Taehyung spoke out. You had nothing pink on except…

You felt a slight breeze up your uniform skirt, immediately noticing how it’s now scrunched up on your pelvic. You picked a bad day to forget to wear your safety shorts (because you didn’t do laundry) underneath, revealing your pink bow underwear. You yelped in shame before rolling over to the side and off the boxes, but you landed on your butt and feet, hurting yourself and your pride.

“Wow, open legs too. This is a great goodbye, doll.” Taehyung whistled as he stared in between your legs. He didn’t lie when he said pink looked good on you.

You looked down, seeing your legs spread for his eyes to see. You instantly closed them and looked down at your lap, hiding your red face. You knew he’ll never let you forget this moment, adding another thing to tease you. You couldn’t believe you flashed Taehyung twice (with Yeonjun, who didn’t know how to leave the scene).

-

Monday came along quicker than you imagined. Though tired from all your classes, you walked down the hallway towards the administration’s office. It wasn’t rare for you to meet the dean, given that you had to meet mandatory a least once or twice a semester to ensure any upcoming events for the school. It was a rather big thing that you were honored to do, so you always tried to make a good impression.

After checking in with the front desk, you waited patiently until your name was called. The receptionist instructed you towards the dean’s office before you knocked on the door. Once you received approval from the other end, you confidently opened the door. However, once you did, you weren’t met with just the dean.

Your eyes moved towards Coach Bang and…Kim Taehyung. What the fuck is he doing here? Even though Coach Bang stood straight in front of the seated dean, Taehyung sat down sluggishly with his arms crossed over his chest, protruding his large biceps and his thighs spread open for the whole world to see.

“Pleasure to see you, pink princess.” He smiled, seeing your right eye twitch. God, he made you aggravated. He was in his football uniform minus the helmet and pads. They were still clean. It was a little over past one in the afternoon, so he was probably on his way to practice, but why was he here? Hoseok didn’t tell you that they would be here too, so you were utterly confused.

Knowing you had many questions, the dean greeted you. “Hello, ____. How are you?”

“I’m doing well. May I ask why Coach Bang and the thing over there are here?” You politely asked. The adults in the room glanced at one another, confused as to why you referred to Taehyung as that, but they let you be.

“Yes, well. I asked them to be here prior as well.” The dean explained. “I hope this isn’t an inconvenience for you.”

You eyed Taehyung from the side, looking very comfortable at your uncomfortable state as he bounced his right leg as a reflex. “Not at all. I was not informed beforehand.”

“Hmm, interesting. I did report it to your VP.” Damn you, Hoseok. You loved him, but he was forgetful, especially with details like this. “But anyway, I brought you and the football coach and team captain here regarding the national championships.” You nodded and listened carefully. “As you know, the championships have become a great deal to our university and our school history. It’s an incredible thing that has happened in a long time, so we appreciate the football team for your hard work.”

“Thank you, but it couldn’t have been done without Taehyung. He has been a great captain to the team.” Coach Bang mentioned.

“Of course, with that being said, the higher-ups and I decided that we must have a week-long celebration before the day of the championships.” The dean then turned to you with a great smile. “We wanted your council to be in charge of the celebration in promoting school spirit and pride as well as conducting a parade around the local area, which you’ll get more help on. We want to develop a fair hours before the game that will attract the community to come and watch history being made.”

Wow, this was a great opportunity for you and your council. Typically your council oversaw fundraisers, club rush, and overall on-campus events. To your knowledge, something like this wasn’t done in the past. It didn’t involve anything beyond the university, definitely not beyond the city. But this was also a very large responsibility. Did you even have the time, resources, or the actual mental capacity to do this?

“Uhh, Dean…Kwon. On behalf of the council, we appreciate this opportunity to help the university to great lengths.” You began. Before you continued, you heard a snort from your mortal enemy and saw his head shake incredulously at how proper you acted. Your lips twitched, wanting to cuss him off. Again, the adults were curious about your interactions but didn’t speak about it. “But I’m concerned about how my council alone will help and contribute to the production. We are only 30 people, and we do have classes as our top priority.”

“Of course, I understand your concerns about the workload that we’ll be given to you on top of being college students. I will make sure you have as many resources and support as possible. We contact other local organizations and businesses to help our college. All we need from you is a structured plan of what will specifically happen within the week. I’ll send you an email on a list.”

You nodded, mentally making notes of the information. “Will that be all?”

“Actually, no.” The dean replied. “Coach Bang and I actually met before this, and we thought it would be a great idea to work with the football team.”

“Excuse me?” You and Taehyung questioned in unison, to which you both grimaced.

“I don’t wanna work with goody-two-shoes over there. She’ll kill off the vibes of the championship, football team, and the overall flow of life.” Taehyung argued ridiculously as he looked away to stare outside the nearby window.

All your rationale, poise, and professionalism were thrown outside the window and replaced with the irritation and want to kill that thing in front of you. “I refuse to work with a pretentious imbecile who only thinks with his impotent dick.”

The dean and Coach Bang were taken aback by your foul roast. But before they could do anything, Taehyung spoke back, “Honey, I’m sure you know that my dick is anything but impotent.” He winked, making you gasp. The way he said it made it seem that you did things with him and right in front of authority too, which was not true.

“I-I-I did not do anything with him whatsoever.” You tried saving yourself, waving your forefinger all willy-nilly. “I only heard of it from your catalog!”

“Only heard, but you wish to experience it firsthand.”

“Alright, you son of a b–”

“____, Taehyung!” The dean cleared their throat. Though they wanted to hear more about it, they knew it was the right thing to stop the fight before it got messy. Sad, but they had to be “professionals.” “I ensure you both can be professional despite your…vocalized differences.”

“We suggested this because it’s a great help and additional people on your end, ____, but also it shows how invested and supported the team is within the school, which is great for publicity, Taehyung. Also, how could you not involve the football team in the events you’re creating without the football team.” Coach Bang explained further.

You and Taehyung stayed silent, knowing the reasons were throughout. They meant well, but that didn’t mean you liked the idea. Creating the events for championship week sounded exciting and fun to prepare, but all while working with the football team, specifically Taehyung? Absolutely not. 

You refused to do it.

-

You had no choice but to do it.

Though you personally didn’t want this, as student body president, you had to suck it up and do it for the betterment of the university and school pride. You didn’t want to disappoint the dean because your personal interests got in the way. It’ll be okay. It’s only three months, it shouldn’t be that bad…right?

You and Taehyung argued about where the joint meeting would be located. You did not want your council to be stuffed like sardines in the odor-filled locker rooms, but Taehyung countered that it was a safe haven for his members and would be more in their zone. You stood your ground and added the fact that the council room was large enough to fit all the people involved, with everyone having enough space to enjoy their surroundings and sit comfortably at a desk each.

Five minutes before the scheduled joint meeting, you wrote the agenda on the whiteboard while mentally preparing what would happen in the next hour. Not that you were afraid of the football team because you met some of them through Jimin, but it’s just new territory that’s being walked on. The council and football team together is an odd mix.

From what you know, your council was similar to you, a bunch of honorable overachievers who were passionate about doing something for the school. They were in other clubs, ranging from cultural to educational to campus ministry. You trusted them with any task you gave, and they respected you with the authority you had.

From what you know about the football team, they were much different. Imagine Jimin, Taehyung, and 28 other Taehyungs but weren’t as bad as Taehyung. Yeah, let’s go with that description.

“Prez?” Your fellow council member and second-year student, Soobin, called for you after putting the marker down and looking back at him. “Is it true that we’re collaborating with the football team from now on?”

“Only collaborating for championship week. After that, we’ll go back to doing our own thing, and they go back to whatever ball they have to throw.” You answered, but most of your council seemed a bit apprehensive from their glances at one another. “Come on, everyone. It won’t be that bad. Hopefully, this is a great opportunity, and hopefully, it’ll be fun!”

Your council looked at you as if you were crazy and you didn’t understand why. Everything you said was normal and what you usually said to cheer them on. You shifted your head towards Hoseok, who had the same look like the rest of them.

“Are you all okay?” You questioned.

“____, we’re good…like with the football team coming and helping,” Hoseok said on behalf of the council. “But are you good with it?”

“Of course, I am. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because you’re fucking working with Kim Taehyung! We all know how irritated you are with him.” Yoongi blurted out from the back. Everyone around you nodded, silently praying to your treasurer, who had the balls to mention your feud.

You scoffed, “Okay, I know Taehyung and I have our difference—” Murmurs of “you fight like animals,” “$5 says that they’ll full-on scrap in front of us,” “make that $10,” and “oh you think I got money.” “Council.” You pulled your authoritative tone, making them quiet down. “I can assure you I will act as your president and not as ____. It’s only three months, and I will do everything with respec—”

“Sup, bitches!” You were interrupted by a boisterous voice, and a slamming of the door opening as a herd of large men started filing into the room. Judging by the potent smell of various cologne and the look of wet hair, you assumed that they had finished practicing. They were too loud for your liking but seeing that their captain, the last to come in and close the door, was unbothered by the noise, you made a sour expression and had to accept that fact.

“Guys, take a seat. Don’t look too intimidating to the fawns around you.” Taehyung commanded, and his team members did what he said. Shockingly, some council members knew some football team members, so you guess they were going to get along really well.

“Hey, princess.” Taehyung greeted arrogantly as he came towards the front. “Can’t wait to spend some time with you.”

“Taehyung, please take a seat next to Hobi.” You ordered, gesturing towards the vacant seat next to your best friend.

“Why? I’m captain. I should be taking the lead on this.”

“But I’m the president. Dean Kwon instructed me and my council to develop championship week. Your football team is here to assist us.” You explained.

“But didn’t they say we needed to work together?” Taehyung began playing with your flames of annoyance. “And plus, this is about football, something you know very little about, my dear.”

“Yes, it revolves around football but this whole working together is making plans for events, something you know very little about, my dear.” You used his own words against him. You could see his jaw clenching, knowing you hit a nerve. You felt somewhat satisfied, but still, he wasn’t willing to give up.

“I think I deserve to be in front as much as you do.” He stated as he took a step closer to you.

“Please, do tell.” Now it was your turn to play with the flames. No way in hell you were willing to give up leading this whole thing, especially when you’re forced to do it.

“My boys only listen to me.”

“I think they’ll be okay with listening to their student body president.” You rolled your eyes as you pushed the bridge of your glasses up. You wanted to end this discussion, so you faced your back towards him to meet the eyes of everyone.

Before you could even greet them, a sudden tug on your braided hair pulled you back. You winced as your back slammed onto a hard surface, realizing it was Taehyung’s chest. You sensed his lips hovering over your ear as you felt his heated breath say, “Princess, don’t get me angry. I’ll punish you in front of your little council members.”

You exhaled so feebly. You felt chicken skin running through your body from his baritone voice, hating how affected you were by it. You closed your eyes to control and suppress any emotions. With all your might, you pushed him away from you, almost making him fall, but you weren’t as strong to bring him down.

You were ready to explode as you yelled, “Stop fucking around, you fuck face! This is serious. I ca–”

“____.” Hoseok got out of his seat. Your vice president went up to you and said, “Perhaps I can take lead for today. Give you a break…and hopefully, go through this meeting without you potentially ripping Taehyung to shreds.”

Your eyes observed the room. The aura was awkward as the council members and football team stared fearfully at what had happened. The first meeting hadn’t officially started, and it already wasn’t going well. Although one thing is for certain, none of them saw you this angry. You were typically kind and understandable. It was amazing how one man could make you act irrational and ruin your entire reputation that took years to build.

Not wanting to interrupt any further, you nodded and sat on the desk Hoseok previously was on. You were slightly ashamed of yourself, letting his words get to you with such ease. What’s wrong with you? You were supposed to be the professional president here.

“Taehyung, why don’t you have a seat too? I’ll ask you for any help if needed. For now, we need to report a brief understanding of this.” Hoseok civilly suggested, and much to your dismay, Taehyung fucking obliged to your vice president…instead of you?

The fucking audacity.

-

The hour and a half were brutal despite Hoseok’s cautious orders and demands, and it continued for the next couple of meetings. Within the agenda, you were split into groups, each mixed with your council and the team. It did go well, and they liked each other’s ideas that were being said; however, every time you reported for your group, Taehyung was always there to counter or comment on anything you said, and it was only you. It was like it was his mission to do this to you.

You tried your best to really be patient and not let it get to you. You really tried. You wanted so badly to be the bigger person, but all you wanted to do was strangle that thick fucking neck of his. At least once in every meeting, you snapped at him. And after each meeting, he would bid goodbye so grossly sweet as if he didn’t do anything to you. He enjoyed getting you riled up, and you were bothered that you gave him what he wanted.

It shamed you how Hoseok had been leading the meetings and not you. Though you knew he did well leading, and you were proud of him, you wished you were able to prove how worthy you were as student body president. You hoped to redeem yourself sooner or later.

“____. Tae. Hoseok and I wanna talk to you.” Jimin announced after the meeting. Almost everyone was gone by now, apart from your best friends and Jimin and Taehyung’s friend group all piled in the back corner interacting with one another. They were attentive to whatever Yoongi spoke about them.

“What’s up?” You asked as Taehyung slowly walked beside you.

“You both need to be respectful to one another for us to execute championship week,” Hoseok ordered with no silliness to his tone. Usually, your best friend was a radiant ball of sunshine, so seeing how serious he spoke terrified you. “Sure, it’s completely fine outside of council, but your bickering interrupts work getting done. It makes me disappointed to see you like this, ____.”

“Hobi, I understand, but he’s being rude!” You whined as you stomped a foot down. You looked childish, but you couldn’t help it. He irritated the fuck out of you. “Everything I do and say is talked down upon by him.” You pointed at the tall frame next to you.

“What happened to being a respectable president and pushing your personal issues aside to lead?” Hoseok countered, making you stay quiet and look down at your shoes.

“I agree with Hoseok, but I also agree with what ____ said because Taehyung, your side comments are not getting us anywhere. They’re a nuisance, and sure, they’re funny. I laugh at them too because fuck, I couldn’t control myself when you commented on selling dildos shaped by our own dicks–” Hoseok nudged your cousin to focus on the greater problem. Once Jimin realized it, he went back to his statement, “The point is, please don’t do things like that right now.”

“Come on, Chim. You know I like to play around with you guys.” Taehyung tried to lighten his blow.

“Yes, but you’re captain, and if you do that, the boys will copy you like the fucking seagulls from Finding Nemo. They respect you, and they see you disrespecting ____, then it won’t go well. Plus, we’re in their space; you need to at least have some respect on that.” What Jimin said had his best friend frown in shame and nod weakly.

“Look, we’re not saying you need to be best friends forever. We want you to be civil within our council room and until the championships. We don’t give a fuck if you kill each other outside that; just don’t plan to kill one another here.” Hoseok continued, “To make things a bit better, we separated tasks within each designated group so you’ll be apart from each other, but we wanted to assign you on a specific banner.”

You shot your head up as you stared at your vice president, “Isn’t it even better if we don’t work together at all?”

“We thought about that, but we also know you both were creative. You have the vision and like to paint, and Tae likes to draw and paint. It works out.” Jimin reasoned.

“This also creates bonding skills for both of you.” Hoseok pointed out. “I don’t know how the fuck you ended up hating each other, but I’m getting annoyed by it. In and out of council. Jimin may be unbothered by it but not me, so fucking work together.”

-

You didn’t want to work with Taehyung. You knew it wasn’t going to end well. Taehyung knew how to push your buttons. But you had to, at least for Jimin and Hoseok’s sake. You promised that you should at the very least be indifferent to any comment Taehyung had towards you while he promised not to do any of that. You both promised but let’s see how well you kept those promises.

You finished your classes, and now you were waiting in the council room. There was no meeting today, so you were the only one there. Surprisingly, you and Taehyung agreed to meet after both of your classes. He didn’t have a practice that day, too, so it worked out. However, once you made it five minutes before your scheduled time, you found yourself waiting for him for more than half an hour.

You thought though he couldn’t say anything back to you, it didn’t mean his actions couldn’t irritate you. You shook your head at how foolish you now were in believing that he was willing to be cooperative. There you decided to start outlining your own idea on the banner and choosing what you wanted on it. Taehyung had no choice but to accept whatever you did since he wasn’t here to help you. You eventually had the small draft of the banner made and was satisfied with how it looked. You pulled some banner paper out from the small supply room connected to the back to start working.

When you laid out the paper on the multiple desks you pushed together, the door opened to reveal your supposed banner partner. He was in his school uniform with his tied loosened and shirt untucked. His hair fell messy on his forehead, and his shoulder bag swung around his body as he walked in like it was no big deal and he wasn’t in trouble for coming here late.

“Wow, you’re super early. You must be very punctual.” You spoke out, then ultimately ignored his existence completely. You began sketching your design on paper.

Sensing your sarcasm, he knew you were upset. “Well, we did agree on 1:30 pm.” You said nothing but pointed at the clock, which revealed it was almost 3 pm. “Yeah, sorry. I got held up doing something.” It stunned you how he apologized so effortlessly, but you didn’t want him to get that appreciation, so you dismissed what he said. 

“I’m serious when I say I’m sorry.” You continued to not give him the time of day and focused on the banner, outlining the words you wanted on it. “Hey, aren’t we supposed to work on the banner together? We didn’t agree to do this design.”

Oh, how much you wanted to tell him off on how he wasn’t even here for you to “work together,” but decided against it and ignored him. It relaxed you at how well you were treating him like the wind. You should have done this a long time ago. Your blood pressure was stable as ever!

“I’m talking to you!” Taehyung got aggravated at your doing. You weren’t giving the usual attention he usually got from you. There was no response, no reaction, nothing coming from you. Did this mean you were really pissed off? “Hey, ____.” He called out to no avail as you continued to draw the letters onto the banner. So, he did it again but still nothing.

Then he decided to walk up and rip the pencil out of your hand and throw it on the ground. Okay, now he infiltrated your space, so you were about to yell at him when he turned your stature around to face him. He pressed his body onto yours and held your wrists on your sides. You attempted to break free from his grasp as you complained, “Let go of me!”

“Why are you ignoring me?” Taehyung pouted as he loosened his grip, careful not to hurt you but still enough to keep you still.

“You’re really asking me that.” You rolled your eyes before lifting your head up to see him. You never realized how much Taehyung towered over you. Maybe it was because you were never this close to him. 

Torsos touching, faces centimeters away, feeling each other’s breaths wash your faces. You had a closer look into his features; caramel skin glowed under the artificial lights, his silken lashes were long, his moles were clear and noticeable, his plush lips looked soft to touch, and ki–

A smug smirk on his face formed as he noticed you looking at his features, completely distracted. “Yes, I’m asking you that.” His voice broke your staring and made you realize what you were doing. You looked away and down to the floor, hiding your heated cheeks. He lets go of one of your wrists to clutch your chin so you can look him in the eye. “Princess, I asked a question. I deserve an answer.” Once you met his eyes, you saw something rather different from his cocky and rude demeanor. His irises darkened and were larger than usual. You suddenly feel rather small and intimidated by him. You didn’t know what to do, but you found yourself willing to do what he said.

“Y-you came late and made me work on this alone.” You hated how weak your voice was, but you couldn’t help it. Taehyung watched you as your large doe eyes stared back at him innocently through your glasses. Your bottom lip pushed out so cutely from your pout. It got him riled upon how willing you looked.

“I’m sorry, baby. I got held up with classwork. I hope you can forgive me.” He caressed your cheek as you hummed before closing your eyes, taking in his touch that felt so good. His thumb ran through your skin, feeling its softness before he grazed your lips. Ever so slowly, he swiped his thumb across your lips for a bit until he suddenly pushed it into your mouth. Your eyes opened up from the surprise and were about to protest, but he spoke before you. “Suck my thumb, princess.”

All you could do was nod before sucking his thumb gently while looking at him with hooded eyes. His eyes filled with lust, wanting more from you. His other hand moved from your wrist to wrap his arm around your waist to lift you up and sit on the desks you gathered. He pushed your legs apart, slotting himself in between them. When you accidentally swiped your tongue onto his thumb, you swore you heard him let out a low moan before pulling his digit out of your mouth. He grabbed your waist, pulling your frame closer to him.

You almost fell back, but you hooked your arms around his neck for support. One of his hands traveled down your body before landing on your higher thigh. You grew tense, then he began massaging the flesh before you relaxed under his touch. You wanted more, and you weren’t sure of “what more” you wanted. But all you know was that you felt your underwear dampening and sticking to your sodden cunt.

That said hand moved higher until it landed on your covered ass, giving a playful squeeze before he leaned closer. You inhaled sharply when you felt his hard-covered erection pressing into your core. The feeling was sensational, almost zapping electricity through your frame. You never had something like this happen to you. Then Taehyung rolled his hips, making his dick rub onto your pulsing clit.

You let out a squeaking moan. You were embarrassed by the sound that came out of you, attempting to put your palm over your mouth, but Taehyung caught your hand and placed them back over his shoulders. His hands rested on your waist as he lowered his head to meet you at eye level. “Princess, lemme hear your pretty voice.” He cooed, resting his forehead on yours. He pecked the tip of your nose before going at a slow pace. He continued to push harder every time his erection hit your clothed pussy.

Each hit made you whine softly, feeling heat form in the center of your body then gradually spread everywhere. You were easily responsive, so sensitive to the brim. You raised your gaze at him, seeing how flushed his face was and how hooded his erotic eyes were. He sensed you were enjoying this dry humping, so he took it up a notch to speed up his thrusting, to which you felt a knot twisting inside your stomach.

“Taehyung!” You squealed as your fingers reached the threads of his raven hair. Your legs wrapped around his waist. Your head twitched forward, resting your forehead on his shoulder. You couldn’t control your breathing and instead kept repeating his name.

“I like the way you say my name, princess.” He chortled darkly without missing a beat to his thrust. “But I prefer you call me daddy. Say it, baby. Lemme hear it.” You whined and shook your head, too shy to even attempt it. It felt too much for you. “Princess, don’t make me stop. You wouldn’t want that, right?”

“N-no.” You sniffed, suddenly feeling something come closer and closer to you.

“Then call me daddy. I’ll give you what you want.” He proposed as he went rapidly, making you groan in such immense pleasure. “Tell daddy I make you feel good.”

“Please, daddy. I want more!” You wept out as you pulled onto his strands. Your seeping hole ruined your panties, but you didn’t care at all. All you wanted was this amazing pressure Taehyung gave you that made the swollen nub twitch that made you lose all your morale.

“Daddy will give you more. He’s also sorry for making his baby wait on him for so long. I hope you can forgive me.” He breathed out before bending down to your neck. He licked a trail on the column before creating a blooming bruise of carnality. His hands pushed through your skirt to knead the fat of your ass, urging you to meet his pace despite your struggle.

“Don’t do it again. I won’t forgive you next ti–unghh.” That one pressure to the clit made you insane. You gripped his hair tightly, feeling the pull coming to its end. “Daddy, I don’t know what’s happening. A-am I-am I gonna cum? Is this it?” You foolishly asked as you bit your lip so hard that you thought you drew blood.

Not that you were completely ignorant to the world of sex. You knew a few things here and there. You heard many stories from your friends and, regretfully, your cousin. You knew both anatomies, but you were never curious about them. You weren’t a prude either. You tried masturbating, hence why Yoongi likes to tease you, but nothing came out. If anything, it hurt like hell, and you refused to do it again. The topic wasn’t all that interesting in resulting in being a virgin with very little experience with their own body.

Taehyung growled lowly, not realizing that you were untouched and pure, so so so pure. It sparked a luscious interest in you, even more so. The idea of him being the first person doing this to you…His dick twitched at the thought of it. He was ready to do more, give you more. “Baby, have you not done anything like this? Haven’t been touched?” You shook your head quickly before retreating back to breathy moans. “Oh, Princess. I’m gonna fucking ruin you.” You struggled to respond as you could feel the coil about to snap within you. You couldn’t wait any longer. You wanted to know how it felt to come. It was coming closer, almost to the finish line–

“_____!” A voice yelled out from behind the door. Though your mind was distracted by a covered dick, it was Taehyung to realize who was coming and what was about to happen. Before you could even finish, he pushed himself off of you and closed your legs. He went to the nearest desk to sit and act casually while hiding the painful tent in his pants.

You almost fell back but stabilized yourself, holding your weight on your palms resting on the desk surface. You were confused. What the hell happened? What was Taehyung doing? Why’d he stopped? All these questions popped into your fucked out mind. You were also angry because you weren’t able to finish. How dare he? 

Before you could protest, you noticed your surroundings and what was happening. Though you say Taehyung acting like nothing happened, you noticed Hoseok and Yoongi walk in with puzzled looks. Their gaze went from a rather calm Taehyung leaning on a chair to you, flushed and sitting on top of the banner.

“Hey…” Hoseok greeted suspiciously, feeling the weird atmosphere. “Are you both good? How’s it going?”

Taehyung hummed, avoiding his eye contact. “Fine.” He spoke no further and practically ignored everyone in the room, including you.

Your best friend’s head turned to you, analyzing your features. You acted strange, never seeing you like this before. You looked completely hammered and frazzled in your spot. Your baby hairs were sticking to your forehead. Your bottom lips were so red and plumped, almost as you broke into the usual hives. He barely noticed your crossed thighs shaking because he spotted a dark spot forming on the side of your neck. He wondered what happened but decided against it and will ask you later. That’s if he’ll remember.

Meanwhile, Yoongi was too invested in his phone to even assume anything. He only paid attention once he put his device in his back pocket before saying, “Sup, how’s the banner?”

“Uhh, huh?” You questioned, tilting your head to the side. “Wh-what are you talking about?”

Yeah, you were definitely not yourself right now because Yoongi cocked an eyebrow and nodded towards you, “The banner you’re sitting on. Have you done anything?” You looked behind you and stared at the paper that barely had any pencil smears and eraser shavings.

Suddenly your brain switched gears, and your sensible switch flipped on, realizing where you were and what you’d done. You dry-humped Taehyung in the middle of the council room. But before you could even orgasm, Hoseok and Yoongi almost walked in on you. Taehyung had his hardened dick hiding under the desk, and you feel your underwear drenched by your essence and the paper damp and darkened.

You couldn’t believe what just happened, feeling your already heated cheeks grow red as the sexual scene replayed in your head. How did you let him get to you? But you wanted to hate it, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t like it. Yet this should not have happened in the first place. Your feelings were all over the place, including the emotions of anger, horniness, and shyness.

Before you could indulge yourself in your private thoughts, you snapped back into reality. You jumped on your two feet, catching the attention of all men. However, your legs wobbled, acting like a baby deer, before reaching the desk again to keep you standing. Noticing the large wet spot on the banner, you crumpled the paper into a large ball to hide the evidence and sped to the nearest trash can.

Hoseok was about to open his mouth to question your questionable actions, but you quickly grabbed your things at such speed and evacuated the premises. You didn’t even close the door behind you. You wanted to get away as fast and far as possible. You didn’t want anyone to see you like this, you didn’t want to talk to anyone, and certainly didn’t want to speak on anything you and Taehyung did.

[i-am-baechu]

Title: Switched!! (M)

Genre: Class President! Jin, College! Reader, strangers to lovers, Bts are witches, magic, switched bodies, romance, comedy, fluff, smut, and angst

Summary: There was a rumor through the school of Bangtan that there were seven witches in the school but L/N Y/N thought that was stupid. Being in her final year of school, she could finally leave the rumor behind her and move forward with her life with her best friend, Yeri. Meeting the class president by running into him wasn’t the plan but what most definitely wasn’t the plan was switching bodies with him. Now, what's going on in this school? 

Warnings: Explicit language, Y/N is kinda dumb and selfish in this, Jin just wants love, angst, and smut

Rumors are the cruel versions of the truth, at least that’s what L/N Y/N thought. All her school life she's heard about this rumor, the seven witches of Seoul. A very specific number but that was the rumor. She’s heard that they brainwash you to get what they want or they steal from you by using “magic”. It just sounded like a scam artist using their power on the locals. Even now in college, she’s still hearing this but it was much more relevant on the campus. Clubs were looking into the “witches” and it doesn’t help that her best friend, Kim Yeri, was the president of one of the clubs. 

“Yah! Y/N, stop sulking in the corner and help staple these papers together!” 

“I’m not sulking, I was just reading something on my phone.” 

Y/N got up from her chair and walked towards Yeri who was checking things off of a list. Y/N tilted her head at the papers and looked back at Yeri with an amused look, “You're going camping this weekend? You?”

Yeri pouted and rolled her eyes at her friend, “Yes, there was a sighting in the forest and the club is taking a field trip there.” 

“Make sure you pack extra hair ties, you always lose them.” 

“Yeah, yeah. I was wondering-”

“The answer is no.”

Yeri sighed and looked up at the ceiling. She looked back at Y/N with a pout, “Please. It could be fun, being around nature.”

“I love you and I have accepted your passion for the “witches” but I won’t be participating in those activities that involve them.” 

“What if I told you that Johnny was going to be there...” 

Y/N stopped in her tracks and slowly turned towards Yeri, “Why would he bet there? He doesn't even believe in the rumor.”

“I have my ways. So, are you coming?” 

“I guess...” 

In another classroom, the student council sat there discussing things that weren’t school-related but something else related. Kim Seokjin, the class president, stood in front of everyone with his arms crossed staring at the six men in the room, “What did I say about going to the forest?” 

Park Jimin, the commissioner of public relations, groaned and leaned back in his chair, “Me and Tae were just messing around. Never let us have fun.” 

“That’s because people are curious and they will investigate.” Kim Namjoon, the vice president, shook his head at the younger member. 

“Hyung, we didn’t even do anything.” 

“Taehyung, you literally made a flower garden in the infertile soil. It’s going to raise questions.” 

Kim Taehyung, the secretary, looked at Min Yoongi, treasurer, with a frown, “It was just flowers...” 

“Guys, we need to be more careful. I don’t want to move to another school. I want to finish here.” 

“Kook, it's going to be fine.” 

Jung Hoseok, the treasurer, rubbed the back of the youngest member, Jeon Jungkook, commissioner of athletics. Jin rolled his eyes and clapped his eyes making everyone quiet. They looked at him as if they were getting scolded by their father, “No more forest. I’m about to graduate which means I can’t watch you guys as much.”

“You can still watch us at home, so what’s the problem?” 

Jin shook his head and gave Jimin a pointed look, “I don’t trust you guys here.”

“But Yoongi-hyung can watch us.”

“If he isn’t lazy. Guys, just follow the rules. I made the rules for a reason, just listen to me. Please.” 

“Sorry, hyung.”

Jin sighed and let a smile appear, “Now, let’s talk about the fundraiser.” 

•❅──────✧❅✦❅✧──────❅•

After being here at Bangtan University, you would think Y/N would know more people. She only knew Yeri and a few other students but she wouldn’t count them as friends. She can’t see herself hanging out with them outside of projects and she didn’t want to give them the title of acquaintances, it felt too close still. The one person she knew and wanted to be more of was Johnny Suh. Johnny was everything she wasn’t. He was extroverted, popular, funny, and most of all he was hot. 

She met Johnny when they had a project in history class, she was expecting to do all the work but Johnny changed her mind. He actually taught her some things about the subject and she was smitten by him. He would always make his way to her and ask her how she was doing or even drop off a sandwich because he knew she forgot to eat sometimes. She liked him but she would never do anything because she was more reserved. Even with the camping trip a week ago, she didn’t dare to talk to him about dating. So instead, she stuck with Yeri. 

Y/N walked into her class and her eyebrow raised when she saw one of the student council members sitting at the desk with a girl in front of him. It was clear they were making out and she interrupted them. She let out a small cough and bowed her head, “Sorry.” with that, she ran out with her face feeling hot. Jimin was a known playboy but she thought the classroom would be off-limits for him. 

She walked into the lunch court and she felt a small tap on her shoulders. She turned her head and she swore she felt her face get hotter. Johnny was close to her face giving her a small smile, “Good morning, Y/N. I was looking for you.”

“O-Oh? Why?” 

He let out a small chuckle and took a sandwich from his bag. He placed the sandwich in her small hands and smiled at her, “Yeri told me you were going to class early and I just knew that meant you didn’t eat breakfast.” 

A small smile appeared as she shyly glanced down at the floor, “You know me too well...” 

“I just want to take care of you...you're not in class though. Did something happen?” 

She let out a sigh and looked at him with an annoyed look, “Park Jimin happened.” 

“Oh? He was fucking in the classroom?” 

She scoffed at this and shook her head, “Not yet. I just wanted to get my laptop set up for class.” 

He let out a small laugh and wrapped his arm over her shoulders, bringing her into him, “Looks like we can spend time together.” 

“Yo-You want to spend time with me?” 

“Of course I do, let’s go to the corner.” 

The corner was the center of everything. Where couples went on dates or students wanted fresh air. The corner was also where people watched the student council speak. Even though Y/N has been here for four years, she has never been to one of the speeches. She just didn’t see a point to it but that was going to change today. 

It was a sunny day, not a cloud to be seen. It was the kind of day when people would have to take allergy medicine. Y/N glanced up at Johnny who was talking about his recent art class and how he had to draw someone’s dick. He was just so handsome to her and it made her happy that he could easily talk to her (she wished she could do the same). They stopped walking when they saw the student council with a microphone. 

“Neh, Johnny, who is that?” 

Johnny glanced at the stage and then back at Y/N, “That’s Kim Seokjin, the president. Jeez, Y/N, you don’t even know the president. You're about to graduate, you should know him.” 

“I just don’t pay attention...”

She looked up at him and he stood there in a white dress shirt and loose black tie around his neck. His hair was puffy but it shaped his head perfectly and she wondered how soft the black strands were. She watched him adjust the stand and she saw the veins on his hands appear making her heart beat a little faster (which was weird). He let out a small cough and moved his plump lips, “I am Seokjin, your class president. I would like to tell you guys about a fundraiser we are going to have for the soccer team.”

She looked around the small crowd and noticed that it was mostly girls looking at him. It clicked that this was the reason why everyone was at the corner, it was for him or the other members. She rolled her eyes at the girls and looked at Johnny, “Do you want to eat at the benches?” 

“I am hungry, doesn’t your class start in thirty mins though?” 

“I have some nuts to snack on, I just want to sit down...and catch up. Is that okay with you?” 

Johnny smiled and nodded his head. He wrapped his arm over her shoulders again and started walking away from the crowd. Before they left the corner, she glanced over her shoulders to look at Seokjin one final time. 

After his speech, he bowed to the students and turned towards Taehyung with an annoyed look, “Where was Jimin?” 

“He’s on campus.” 

Jin sighed and looked at Jungkook who was avoiding eye contact, “Jungkook, where was Jimin?”

“I-I don’t know what you're talking about...” 

“You know-”

“I’m here!” 

Jin turned around and saw Jimin, just by his appearance his eyes twitched. His shirt was inside out, his hair was messy and he had lipstick stains on the side of his neck. Jin shook his head and looked down at the ground, “Where were you?” 

“I-I was coming here.”

“Oh really because you don’t look like it.” 

Jimin looked down at himself and looked back at him, “Don’t judge a book by its cover...I didn’t get laid.” 

Jungkook let out a loud laugh and pointed toward him, “Loser!” 

“Shut the fuck up, someone barged in and it kinda killed the vibe.” 

Jin looked at Jimin with a curious look, “Who was it?” 

“I think it was L/N Y/N, I don’t know I was too busy with Soojin.” 

“Y/N...” Jin turned his head towards the crowd and looked through everyone. He frowned and looked back at his members, I guess she left...

Y/N sat with Johnny and looked up at the sky with a small smile. Johnny glanced at her and smiled at her, “You look content.” 

“I feel it...it’s a nice day. The sun feels warm and the winds aren’t too cold the perfect weather.” 

“Oh, very poetic, Ms. L/N.”

She rolled her eyes and tossed some almonds into her mouth, “It’s just the truth...How was English this morning?” 

“The same. Yeri was trying to convince the teacher about the seven witches thing. It killed time, so I had no complaints.” 

She laughed at this and shook her head, “That sounds like her...what can you tell me about Seokjin?”

Johnny took a sip of his water and glanced at her, “He’s the same age as you and he's the class president. Other than that, I don't know anything else about him, why?” 

“I don’t know...I’m curious about him.” I’m not sure why though...

Johnny shrugged his shoulders and looked down at the ground. She glanced at him with a worried look, she's never seen him nervous before. He let out a deep sigh and looked at her, “Y/N, I was wondering if you would like to go on a date with me.” 

Her eyes widened and for a second her mind malfunctioned. Johnny, the guy who she had a crush on for two years, is asking her out. She blinked her eyes and covered her mouth, “Holy shit, it's happening.” 

“What?”

She shook her head and smiled at him, “You want to go out with me?” 

“Of course I do. I really like you and I want to get to know you more.” 

She felt her face getting hot and she nodded her head, “That sounds fun. When do you want to go on the date?” 

Johnny gave her a wide smile and nodded his head, “I was thinking this Friday. We can go to that new cafe down the street, Cherry Bomb.” 

“Yeri said they have good lemonade...I’m excited.” 

Johnny rubbed the back of his neck and looked at his watch, “Your class is about to start, I’ll walk you.”

“Yo-You don’t have to...you're already taking me on a date. I don’t want to bother you more.” 

Johnny rolled his eyes as he stood up with his bag on his back, “Shut up let’s go.” 

She smiled and gathered her things as she stood up. She started walking away but this caused Johnny to roll his eyes. He quickly walked up to her side and intertwined their fingers together. She glanced down at their connected hands and smiled to herself. They continued to walk towards the building but her eyes landed on Seokjin who was scolding Jimin. For some reason, she wondered about the class president. Who was Seokjin truly? 

•❅──────✧❅✦❅✧──────❅•

Y/N was in study hall typing away for her upcoming physics exam. It’s been a week since she saw Seokjin at the corner and for some reason, she's been seeing him everywhere. She never really paid attention but apparently, they shared three classes. There was something about him that drew her in and it annoyed her. She couldn’t figure out why she was so infatuated with him. As far as she knew, they never interacted with each other. Not even with class projects. It was annoying because she finally landed a date with Johnny but here she was thinking about someone she has never met. 

She let out a frustrated sigh and closed her laptop with annoyance, “Why am I thinking of him? This is so weird.” She gathered all her things and walked away from the library each step she took, she felt the frustration leave her body. Maybe all she needed was a small walk. It was probably stress, it has been a busy exam week. 

She walked into Yeri’s club and she froze in her spot. The guy who she was thinking about was standing there talking to Yeri with no problem. The way the sun highlighted his features made her feel weak to her knees. She shook her head and set her things on the table causing Yeri to look at her with a smile, “Ah, Y/N!”

“Hey, Yeri.” She glanced at Jin and gave him a small smile, “Hello, class president.” 

Jin swallowed some spit and gave her an awkward smile, “H-Hey.” 

Yeri glanced between the two and shrugged her shoulders. She looked at Y/N and clapped her hands, “I was just talking to Jin about the fundraiser. He wants us to take part in it.” 

Y/N raised her eyebrow and looked at Jin, “Oh? What would we do?” 

Jin felt his hands get wet with nerves and wiped his hands on his jeans, “I-I was thinking about doing a booth. So many people believe in the seven witches that I thought it would be fun to incorporate it with the soccer fundraiser.” 

“That sounds fun. How do witches connect with soccer?” 

“I-I just know this club is super popular, I just thought it would be a good collaboration.” 

Y/N nodded her head and looked at Yeri, “That’s good news for you Yeri. Just tell me what to do and I’ll help.” 

Yeri let out an excited squeal and clapped her hands, “I can’t believe I'm working with the class president! All the girls will be jealous of me.”

Y/N let out a small laugh and glanced at Jin. She tilted her head and squinted her eyes. She could’ve sworn that she saw sparkles in his eyes but it could’ve been the sun's glare. Jin looked at her and their eyes connected. He felt like his soul was ripped out of him at her curiosity and he knew she had no idea what was going on. He let out a small cough and bowed at them, “I have to go. Thank you for collabing with me.” 

“Of course class president! I’ll see you this Wednesday!”   

Jin nodded his head and waved at the two girls. He quickly made his way out of the class and ran straight to the student council room. He slammed the door closed and leaned against the door with sweat coming down his face. 

“Hyung, are you okay?”

Jin looked to see all his members looking at him with worried looks. He swallowed his spit and looked at them with a scared look, “I-I...I’m pretty sure that Y/N is my soulmate.” 

“L/N Y/N, Yeri’s friend?” 

Jin looked at Jungkook and nodded his head, “I kinda knew it was someone in my classes because I felt sick but I didn’t think it would be her.” 

“What’s wrong with Y/N?” 

“Nothing...it’s just we’re so opposite. She's so quiet and barely talks to anyone...What if she hates me?” 

Yoongi rolled his eyes at this and sat on the couch, “You won’t know unless you try. Just be careful because you don’t know what the side effect is with her yet.” 

“Thanks for the confidence.” 

“Noona is really nice. She helped me with my English assignment for tutoring. You just have to break her shell.” 

Jin smiled to himself and nodded his head, “We are working together for the fundraiser.”

“See, it's perfect! Now don’t be a pussy and talk to her.” 

“Yah! Jimin, I still need to punish you for not showing up for the speech!” 

“Kinky.” 

Y/N sat next to Yeri and let the couch swallow her, “You had a good study session?” 

Y/N sighed and shook her head, “Not really...I had things on my mind.”

“Is it the date this Friday?” 

“Yeah...and something else.”

Yeri raised her eyebrow and turned her body towards her, “Is something else going on? Tell me~.”

Y/N sighed and glanced at her before looking back at the ceiling, “I’ve been thinking about Jin...I don’t know why but there’s something about him that caught my eye.”

“Like romantic? You finally have a date with Johnny. It could be your brain playing games on you because you're nervous for Johnny. You know, your brain wants you to fail before you start.” 

Y/N nodded her head and looked at Yeri, “Yeah, that could be it. Johnny wants to take me to the park afterward.”

“Oh, tell me more.” 

Y/N found herself back in the library the next day reading more folktales for her literature class. The subject was the myth of the seven witches. She wasn’t shocked when the professor said this because she was Yeri’s mother. Like mother, like daughter. She pulled a book out of the shelves and started reading the book, “...The seven witches are known throughout the land as the healers of humanity. Saving those who are in need regardless of what it is. For generations, they will continue this until they find their soulmates. Once they find their soulmates then the witch can’t function right. Which is very dangerous. The seven witches have different side effects, the one that is known is switching bodies...” 

Y/N closed the book and grabbed another book heading to the checkout station. She placed her books on the dark wood as she took out her student ID, “Hello, Mrs. Conner. I would like to check these two books out.” 

“Y/N?”

She looked up from her wallet to see Jin looking back at her with a surprised look. She smiled at him and looked behind him, “Is Mrs. Conner not here?” 

“Sh-She’s in a meeting.” 

Y/N nodded her head and handed her student ID to him. Jin felt sweat form on his neck as he gently took the card out of her hand. He scanned her ID and then her books. He tilted his head at the book choices and looked up at her with a smile, “Your reading about the seven witches?” 

“For a project.”

“Do you believe in the seven witches?”

Y/N let out a small laugh and shook her head, “Not really. I think it's a scam...but if you believe in it then don’t let my opinion alter your views.” 

Jin let out a small laugh and scanned the books, “I believe in them...I think it's...fun to believe in it.” 

“Yeah, Yeri’s been believing that since we were kids. Her mom takes her to the shrine with the seven witches statue in Busan every summer.”

“What about the shrine in Anyang?”

Y/N shrugged her shoulders and put her ID back in her wallet, “I’ve been there once. It’s nice and peaceful but I only go for the scenery.” 

“Do your parents believe in the seven witches?”

Y/N scoffed at this and nodded her head, “My mom has these stones for them and my dad does the prayer thing to them. I just watch on the sidelines.”

“You know the seven witches are different each generation.” 

“That makes sense...can I take my books?” 

Jin nodded his head and slid the books towards him, “Enjoy the books...before you go. Do you want to pick a coffee with me right now?” 

Y/N glanced down at the books and picked them up. She looked at him with a confused look, “Sure...” 

Jin smiled to himself and moved away from the desk. He grabbed his jacket from the coat hanger with a wide smile on his face. He walked towards her with his hands in his pocket, “What kind of coffee do you like?” 

“I like iced americano...that's it.” 

“I like my coffee sweet if I’m being honest. White chocolate mocha is super good.” 

Y/N nodded her head and glanced down at her shoes, “Yeri likes that too...” 

“I like dipping my bread in the mocha. It's super good. You should try it.” 

“Jin...why do you want to hang out with me?” 

Jin raised his eyebrow at her, “Do you not want me to hang out with you?”

“That’s not what I meant...it’s just...we're so different.” 

“Opposites attract.”

“But we never spoke to each other. I know we're working together on this fundraiser but you don’t have to hang out with me.”

He rolled his eyes and opened the door (thank god there was a cafe in the library), “I just want to hang out with you. I know Yeri because she's the president of her club and we had meetings. I know you but I don’t know you.” 

She nodded her head and looked at the menu, “It’s weird. You're easy for me to talk to.”

“Is that a good thing?” 

“I haven’t decided yet.” 

Y/N said her order and went to take out her phone to pay but Jin beat her. She looked at Jin and frowned at this, “Why did you do that?” 

“You can pay for me next time.”

“Next time?” 

Jin didn’t say anything and ordered his drink. Jin is so weird but enduring I guess... They walked to a table towards the back as they waited in silence. She glanced down at her phone and started reading an article as Jin just sat there with nervousness. What do you say to your soulmate that doesn’t know that they're the soulmate? It's a complicated situation and Google can’t help him figure it out. He opened his mouth but it was quickly cut off when he heard someone say Y/N’s name. She looked up and a smile appeared on her face, “Johnny.”

He glanced at the man who was now at their table and felt his heart drop at the look they shared, “Hey, why didn’t you tell me you were at the library?”

“I just needed two books. Jin invited me to the cafe.”

Johnny glanced at Jin (with a small glare that only Jin saw), “That’s nice of the class president. Y/N, are we still up for that date?”

“Unless you change it then yes.” 

“Alright, I’ll see you later. Bye, president.” 

Jin watched him leave and his chest felt heavy. He looked at Y/N with a small (fake) smile, “Are you with Johnny?”

She let out a small laugh and shook her head, “No.” 

“You seem happy with him.”

“I guess. We should get our drinks.”

Jin let out an awkward cough and nodded his head, “Yeah.” This whole soulmate thing just got more complicated.

•❅──────✧❅✦❅✧──────❅•

“Class president, where do you want me to put these papers?” 

Jin glanced up at Y/N and let out a nervous laugh, “What is it?”

Y/N glanced down at the papers and then back at him, “It’s just...posters. Yeri just handed them to me so I wasn’t sure what they were.”

Jin nodded his head and stood up from his desk. He walked towards her and glanced down at the posters trying his best to ignore her eyes, “I’ll look at them and sign them off.” 

“Okay, class president.” 

“Please call me, Jin.” 

Y/N nodded her head and glanced at the window with a frown, “It's so windy...hopefully the winds don’t blow off the posters.” 

“Don't worry, I have it under control.” 

It's been a week since Y/N’s meeting with Jin at the cafe which means it's been a week since Johnny’s date. The date was everything she wanted and something was missing. She didn’t know what it was but it could be the nerves. When she left Jin that day at the cafe, for some reason it hurt her heart to see his sad face but she continued to walk away. 

“Y/N, are you okay?”

She looked up from her lemonade drink and nodded her head, “Yeah, why?” 

Johnny shrugged his shoulders and took a sip of his drink, “You seemed distracted. I was just worried.” 

She shook her head, “I’m just nervous that's all.” 

“Ohhh, I make you nervous?” 

“Shut up.” 

She gave him a smile and went to walk out but her foot got caught in the rug (the day before Hoseok and Namjoon were trying to sew something. Everything was going well until Namjoon accidentally cut the rug). In a matter of seconds, she felt something hard against her back. She closed her eyes waiting for impact but when she opened them she was standing up. She was really confused and looked down to see herself in her arms, “What the fuck?”

Jin opened his eyes and looked up to see his face, “Oh, shit.”

Y/N quickly dropped Jin and looked down at her hands with wide eyes. She rushed to look at herself in the mirror and her mouth dropped. There she was in Jin’s body. She let out a small scream but it was soon covered with Jin’s (her own) hand. She pushed him off and looked at him with furrowed eyebrows, “What the fuck is going on? Oh my god, am I drunk? I don’t drink though...What the fuck is going on!?”

“Calm down...I-I...fuck.”

“Don’t tell me to calm down. I’m in someone else's body.”

Jin sighed and went to his table ignoring her distress. He pushed some paper away and opened a fancy red book. He read away and his eyes widened at the words “...The one side effect of soulmates is body switching. This is the only one that is known throughout the community. The only way to switch back is a kiss on the lips. The body switching will continue until both soulmates accept each other.”  

“Jin!? Stop ignoring me!” Jin sighed and walked towards her ignoring her confusion. He leaned forward and placed her lips against his own. He watched her eyes widen and then slowly close as he did the same. When they moved away, Y/N looked down to see herself in her own body but that didn’t stop the questions, “Jin, what the fuck just happened?” 

“We switched bodies.” 

“I fucking got that! Why did we switch!?” 

He rubbed the back of his neck and let out a nervous laugh, “What if I told you I was part of the seven witches?” 

Y/N blinked her eyes and let out a small laugh but when she saw his serious look she stopped. She blinked her eyes again and then all of a sudden she fell to the ground. Jin's eyes widened at this and cursed under his breath, “Oh shit she fainted.” 

He picked her up (with his sleeves covering his hands so they wouldn't touch) and placed her on his couch and rubbed his forehead roughly, “Fuck...she already has a boyfriend. I can’t just come into her life and change it, I’m not a homewrecker. I’m not Jimin.” 

He walked towards his mini-fridge and took out a water bottle. He placed it on the coffee table and sighed to himself, “Why does this happen to me? What did I do?” 

Y/N let out a small sigh and opened her eyes slowly. She turned her head to see the water bottle and glared at it. She quickly shot up and glared at Jin, “YOU’RE A FCUKING WITCH!” 

Jin jumped at the sudden loudness from her and was actually shocked that she could be that loud, “Don’t yell that so loud!” 

“Oh, I’m sorry. Let me be quiet about this. You know switching bodies is fucking normal.” 

“Y/N, I’m sorry-”

“We just fucking switched bodies I-I...Whose the other witches?” 

Jin looked at her with a confused look, “What?” 

“Don’t what me! Who are the other witches?” 

“The other student council members...”

Y/N stared at him and let out a sarcastic laugh, “Of course, they are...why am I not shocked by this? Is that why Jimin fucks so many people because he uses his magic?” 

“What? No, he’s just a whore.” 

They stared at each other and the tension between them was awkward but also sexual. Jin knew why it was sexual but he wasn’t going to act on that. Y/N pointed at Jin with a wide smile, “We can switch bodies...I want us to switch bodies tonight.” 

Confusion was painted on Jin’s face and he titled his head, “What?” 

“I have a date with Johnny tonight and you’re more extroverted...I need you to be extroverted for this date because I was so awkward on the first date.” 

“You want me to go on a date with Johnny!?” You’re my fucking soulmate!!! 

“I think that’s fair...I don’t know okay damn. I just want a good date with him!” 

My fucking soulmate wants me to go on a date with someone who already hates me...nice, “What do I get out of it?” 

“I mean...you get kisses from me. That’s good?” 

“Are you asking me if it's good or are you asking yourself?” 

“Yes.” 

Jin let out a deep chuckle making Y/N swallow her spit at how hot it sounded, “Your kisses are a good prize. Fine, I’ll do it.” 

Before Y/N could say anything, Yeri barged in with papers in her hands. Yeri glanced between the two with a raised eyebrow, “Did you guys fuck?” 

“WHAT!?” 

Yeri shrugged her shoulders and placed the papers on Jin’s desk, “The aura just feels like when someone just got fucked.” 

Y/N glanced at Jin and she didn’t miss Jin looking her up and down. She shook her head and bowed at Jin, “Bye, president.” 

“By-Bye.” 

Y/N grabbed Yeri’s wrist and quickly made their way out of the room with her face feeling hot. What did I do to deserve this? 

“What did I do to deserve this?” Jin plopped down into his chair and stared at the poster. Yeri wanted to find your soulmate booth and Jin smirked at it. An idea popped into his head. 

“Wait, so you're going on a date for your soulmate?” 

Jin sighed and nodded his head towards Yoongi, “Yes I am...”

“You know how stupid that sounds, right hyung?”

Jin glared at Jungkook through the mirror and sighed, “Aren’t you guys supposed to support me through this difficult time?” 

“No, it's our job to make things hard for you.”

“Thanks, Taehyung.” 

It was time for the date and Jin was already dreading it. He just wanted to help his soulmate but fucking hell. Going on a date with another person isn’t what he wanted. He turned around and put on his jean jacket with a frown, “I’ll be going.” 

“Good luck, hyung.” 

“You need it!” 

Jin rolled his eyes at his members and left the house with a weight on his shoulders. He always thought finding his soulmate would be the happiest moment of his life. His parents always told him that finding his soulmate would be life-changing and they were right. He can’t believe that Y/N was infatuated with someone else and he was such a fool that he would do anything for his soulmate. He just wanted to feel love and even though this is wrong, he was still going to do it to feel something at least. 

He knocked on the door and Y/N opened it. His mouth dropped at the sight. She was wearing a floral deep v-neck blouse that had bell sleeves and a bow in the back, she had a white mini skirt on with white knee socks underneath with black mary janes. Her hair was just a simple braid and her makeup was soft, she looked beautiful, “Jin did you hear me?” 

He shook his head and smiled at her, “What was that sorry?” 

“I said, did you want a drink and you can come in?”

He nodded his head and walked into the door. He took off his shoes as they headed into her small living room. It was a very neat living room with everything in its place and everything was clean. Y/N sat on the couch with Jin sitting next to her, “What drink do you want?” 

“Oh, water is good.” 

Y/N nodded and got up from the couch with a smile on her face. He watched her leave the couch and he couldn’t help himself from looking at her bare thighs. The knee socks hugged her legs perfectly and he hated how distracted he was with her. She was someone else's, he needed to remember that.  

She handed him the water looking at the ground with an awkward look, “Th-Thanks for doing this. I appreciate it.”

“Yeah, it’s no problem.” It’s a big problem.

“Do I just touch you?”

“Physical touch…that’s it.” 

She gently placed her hand on top of his and his touch sent an electric shock through her body. She ignored it because it could be magic.  When she opened her eyes, she was taller. She glanced to her left and saw her body. It worked again, “Thank you again, Jin.”

“Yeah…where’s the date?”

“It’s at Simon Says.”

He can afford that? “That sounds like a good date.” 

“Johnny said it took him months to get it.”

“I’m glad he got it for you. I should get going.”

Y/N nodded her head and stood up with a smile. She gave him a quick hug, “Thank you for doing this. I appreciate it.” 

“Anything for you Y/N.” 

Jin left her apartment with a dark cloud over his head. He couldn’t explain this feeling, heading to your soulmate's date. It’s a weird feeling and it hurts if anything. With each step he took, he felt his heart breaking. The only thing he wanted was for Y/N to be happy and if he had to do this then so be it.

•❅──────✧❅✦❅✧──────❅•

Y/N felt like shit. It’s been two weeks since the body switched and she fell ill. Every time she switched with Jin, she felt sick. On top of things, she was spending more time with Jin for the fundraiser and she felt her heart beat faster. It was so confusing because she really liked Johnny and it’s been two years of having her crush. Dating Johnny was the only thing she wanted but now she’s rethinking everything. Jin changed her thoughts and she didn’t know if she liked this. 

“Y/N did you hear me?”

She looked up and the person that was on her mind was staring at her with a raised eyebrow, “I’m sorry what?”

“I said, are you excited for the soulmate booth?”

She glanced at the booth and let a small smile appear, “I guess…I feel indifferent.”

“How’s your seven witches project?”

“Oh, I haven’t been doing it. She extended it so it’s due at the end of the month.”

Jin frowned at this and nodded his head, “So you haven’t been doing any research on it?”

“I had a chemistry project. You just want me to learn more about you.”

He let out an awkward laugh (something Y/N didn’t pick up), “Yeah…”

“I don’t understand this soulmate thing.”

Jin smiled and picked up one of the rocks, “The seven witches created this spell that when soulmates grab the same rock, it lights up to this pink color.”

“Oh they like rocks like penguins then?”

“I guess.”

She glanced at the rocks and then back at Jin, “Have you found your soulmate?”

“Yeah, I have.”

For some reason, Y/N's heart broke at this. She had Johnny so she couldn’t focus on Jin, “O-Oh really. That’s good. I’m happy for you. What’s she like?” 

Jin let out a small laugh and smiled softly, “She's shy but at times she isn’t. She’s super smart and helps everyone who needs it. She’s also beautiful, the most beautiful girl I have ever seen.”

Her lips formed a tight smile and nodded her head, “I’m happy for you…When is the booth opening again?”

“Tomorrow night. I’ll see you there?”

“Of course, I’ll be there, Jin.”

He gave her a quick smile and left to go look at the booth. She frowned at this when she saw a shift in his demeanor. Something was wrong with him and she felt she was at fault but she didn’t know why. She felt a heated look on her and she turned to see Namjoon glaring at her. She looked around to see if he was glaring at someone else but now it was towards her. She frowned and let out a nervous laugh, “Is everything okay, Namjoon?”

“How long?”

“How long what?”

Namjoon sighed and glanced at Jin before glaring back at her, “How long are you going to keep this up with Jin?” 

“Well the fundraiser is-”

“That’s not what I meant, Y/N.” 

She looked at him with a confused look, “Namjoon, I’m so confused...” 

“You have a textbook, use it.” 

She watched him leave and she stood there confused. The textbook? What does that have anything to do with this? She brought out her thoughts when she felt a touch on her shoulders. She turned around and saw Johnny smiling at her, “I bought you doughnuts.” 

She smiled at this and took the bag out of his hand, “Thanks...Are you coming to the soulmate booth tomorrow?” 

“No, I have a test online during that time. I was wondering if tonight we could go on a date.” 

She glanced at Jin but shook her head, "I don't need Jin, I can do this myself, “Yeah, I’ll go.” 

Johnny smiled and intertwined their fingers together. As they walked off, she glanced over her shoulder to see Jin talking to Jimin with a small smile on his face. She wanted to run to him and hug him but she couldn’t. She realized at that moment she had feelings for Jin and she was basically leading Johnny on. They went to the corner and sat at the bench together as she frowned to herself. 

Johnny saw the frowned and looked at her, “Is something wrong?” 

“Yeah...Johnny I-”

“You like Jin?”

She looked at Johnny with wide eyes and nodded her head with shame, “Ho-How did you know?” 

Johnny smiled at her and took a bite of his doughnut, “I kinda figured.” 

“I’m sorry...I did really like you...Oh god, I’m a horrible person.” 

“Look, no hard feelings. I just need some time away from you to heal. I just want you to be happy Y/N.”

She looked at Johnny with a frown and gave him a quick hug, “I’m sorry...” 

“Go get him.” 

Y/N gave Johnny a quick kiss on the cheek and left, leaving Johnny there. He sighed to himself and leaned back into the wooden bench. He took another bite of his doughnut and felt someone sitting next to him. He turned his head and smiled, “What are you doing here?” 

“I wanted to check on you.” 

He let out a small laugh and glanced down to see her holding a rock, “Why do you have a rock, Yeri?” 

She let out a small laugh, “Just take it...it will be good for you, trust me.” 

Y/N ran back to the booth and looked around to see that everyone was gone. She frowned at this and took her phone out. She clicked on the icon and sent a text, Where are you? 

I went back to my dorm. I’m tired...make sure you read the textbook

She bit her lip and sighed. Whatever Jin wanted to tell her, it was in the textbook. She ran towards her apartment and tried her best to avoid everyone to get there faster. She ran into her bedroom and grabbed the textbook that was on her desk. She opened her textbook and her mouth dropped, “Jin’s my soulmate...” 

“Welcome to the soulmate booth! Let the seven witches find your soulmate this evening!” 

Jin sighed to himself and he watched everyone go up the booth, everyone but that person he wanted. He leaned back in his chair and felt a hand on his shoulder, “Hyung it's okay.” 

“Hoseok it's not okay...I should’ve told her.”

“Hyung, it’s not your fault. The whole situation is messed up.” 

Jin sighed and nodded his head, “Yeah it is.” 

Yeri overheard the conversation and glanced at them with their curious eyes, “Who's your lucky girl?” 

“Somone...”

“Do I know them?”

Jin sighed and nodded his head, “Yeah, you do.” 

“Oh! Is it Y/N?”

“Go do your job, Yeri!” 

Jin stood up and was about to leave when he heard his name getting yelled out in the crowd. He turned around and saw Y/N panting. He raised his eyebrow and made his way towards her, “Y/N, are you okay?” 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” 

“Tell you-”

“Grab a rock with me, Jin.” 

He was about to walk away but Y/N forced his hand open. She dropped a rock into his hand and grabbed another rock just to have pink light shining against her skin. She glanced at the rock and then back at him, “I’m your soulmate Jin...why didn’t you tell me?”

“You had someone else...I didn’t want to take advantage of you.” 

“I liked you for a while but I just thought of myself liking you as a friend. The more I thought about it the more I realized I liked you Jin. Please give me a chance...please.” 

He blinked his eyes and leaned forward placing a quick kiss on her lips. When he pulled away he gave her a smile, “Of course I would give you a chance...I would give us a chance everyday for the rest of my life.” 

On the other side of the booth, Johnny held the rock with an uninterested look, “It’s a rock, that's it.” 

“Are you sure about that?” 

He glanced up and saw Yeri grabbing a rock and he watched his rock lit up, “No way...” 

“Yes way.” 

•❅──────✧❅✦❅✧──────❅•

Jin tugged at Y/N’s shirt, their faces centimeters away from each other, “Ji-Jin...”

His eyes slightly glaring at her threateningly, “What does the shrine do for the witches?” 

“So the witches can hear their prayers and help them.” 

“Correct.” 

Jin let her go and she let out a small cough, “Your boyfriend is part of the seven witches and you can’t even remember anything.” 

“Jin, I told you I’m not good at remembering these things...just two months ago I didn’t believe in it.” 

Y/N’s project was due next week and she was having trouble making her powerpoint. She couldn’t tell what information to use about the seven witches and Jin was insulted by this. This is how she found herself getting harassed by her boyfriend alone in the council office. 

“Jin, aren’t you being harsh with me? I’m just going off by the text!” 

“You don’t need the text when you have me. Y/N, what’s the main power that witches have?” 

“I..”

There was an awkward silence that fell upon the both of them. Jin waited for the answer and sighed when he knew he wasn’t going to get one, “Healing. Every answer you get wrong, you have to take off a piece of clothing.” 

“Eh!! But Jin!”

“Now, Y/N.”

She sighed and kicked her shoes off. She rolled off her thigh-highs down her leg giving Jin a full view of her bare legs. She balled up her stockings up and put them into her shoes, “Jin, I’m still reading the books-”

“Again, you have me for the source material. You have pretty legs.” 

By the end of the questions, Y/N was left in her shirt ( and her underwear) as she stared at Jin with a red face, “is the door locked?”

“Do you want it unlocked?”

“No!” 

Jin let out a small laugh and leaned forward placing a quick kiss on her lips making her smile. He leaned back onto the couches as Y/N sat still in front of him. He sighed and gave her a gentle smile, “I’ll give you an easy one. What's one of the side effects of a soulmate?” 

“You can’t control your magic.”

Jin stared at her with his jaw dropped, “Take it off.”

“That’s right though Jin!” 

“WE LITERALLY SWITCHED BODIES! TAKE IT OFF!” 

Slowly hesitatingly, she started to unbutton her shirt. Her shirt slid down her arms revealing the matching bra to her underwear. Her face was red as Jin tried his best to hide his red face, “Get up, Y/N.”

“What?”

“Do it.” 

She slowly stood up from the couch and looked at him with a confused look. In one swift movement, Jin pinned her onto the coffee table on top of her papers, “Jin!?” 

He didn’t say anything and leaned forward pressing his lips onto her. Her eyes widened at the soft touch but her eyes slowly closed when she felt her heart melted into it. Jin pressed harder and she felt his tongue playing with hers making her accidentally let out a moan. He nested his head on her shoulders and placed kisses against her neck. He pulled down her bra and he leaned in sucking on her nipple. His tongue twirling around making her squirm, “It’s okay to moan, Y/N.” 

He switched to her other breast giving it the same treatment. She tried her best to keep in her moan but she couldn’t hold it anymore, “That was a good moan.” 

He stood up but got on his knees, spreading her legs apart so that he was in between them. He slowly pulled off her underwear. Just then, she felt his tongue insert itself and she let out a loud moan. She tried to push him away but this caused him to take out his tongue and started to spread her folds with his fingers, licking every part, “Do-Don’t do that or I’ll-” 

She felt the sensation take over her and she closed her eyes tightly, “J-Jin!” 

He removed himself and licked his lips, “I love it when you cum at foreplay.” 

He stood up and threw his top off along with the rest of the clothing except for his student council tie because he knew it was one of your kinks. He climbed back on top of her and the tip of his length teased her entrance. He leaned down and kissed her and he fell into her arms as she embraced him. She felt his kisses go along her neck and she let out a small laugh at the touches. The more he kissed, the deeper his tip played with her, “You want this don’t you?” 

“I-I wouldn’t say that...” He slid her bra off and let out a chuckle at her answer. He cupped her face and brought her in for another kiss, “You’re so cute.” Without warning, he slammed his whole length into her making her moan so loud that she knew the whole building heard it. 

“Th-This is what you get for not knowing anything about the witches.”

[catierambles]

Feral Instincts Ch.27

Pairing: The Rogue’s Gallery (Geralt, Syverson, Mike, August Walker, Walter Marshall) x Stephanie Daniels (OFC)

WC 1564

Warnings: uhhhhhhh *shrug*

It took coordination with Heather, but she had the next couple weeks off from work. Mike, unfortunately, wasn't included in that so he still had to work while Stephanie stayed up at the cabin with the others where they could keep an eye on her. A few of the Betas in the pack were going to stay over in the apartment during the day, as well as a couple of the other Omegas so Albert felt more comfortable. Mike and Hunter had become fast friends, a routine set up where he and Mike played Warhammer 40k twice a week with Hunter’s set laid out on the dining room table.

“I swear to all that is good and holy, Mike,” Stephanie said as she put clothes in a duffle bag, “If I get back when this mess is over and the apartment is trashed, you’re sleeping on the couch until the end of time.”

“Have a little faith in me, babe.” He said, rolling his eyes with a smile.

She and August headed up to the cabin in his truck, Stephanie throwing her bag down on the floor of Mike’s former room once she greeted the others in turn.

“I know this is tough, doll.” Sy said from the doorway, “But we’re just tryin’ to keep you safe.”

“I know.” She said, sitting down on the bed. “First Jordan and now potentially a Council hitman. Can I go back to the most stressful part of my life being work when something explodes?”

“Trust me, this shit ain’t normal. Even for wolves.” He said.

“It’s ridiculous, is what it is.” She said, “If you explained this entire thing to me as an outside observer, I would tell you it's a shitty D movie plot. Direct to streaming, no theatrical release, but no, it’s my goddamn life and I just--” She made a frustrated sound, flopping backwards onto the bed with her hands pressed to her face.

“Geralt is going to talk to his contact on the Council, see if there’s any weight to it.”

“The Council strikes me as a very “the left hand doesn’t know what the right is doing” kinda organization. You know, plausible deniability and all that. The Councilors themselves have no idea what their underlings are doing in detail so it can’t blow back on them. If the shit hits the fan, they just step to the side of the fan.”

“Wouldn’t shock me.” Sy said with a shrug, “I’ve learned more about it in the last few weeks than I have my entire life. They were just this…thing when I was growin’ up. I knew they were there, I knew what they did, but it didn’t affect me none so I ignored’em. They didn’t bother me, so I didn’t bother them. But now…shit Steph, if they try to come after you, I’m goin’ down swingin’.”

“Don’t.” She said, sitting up again to look at him, “Don’t talk like that. Don’t place my life above yours. Don’t any of you place my life above your own. I’m not more important than you, my life doesn’t mean more than yours or anyone else’s.”

“You don’t get it, and I understand why. You weren’t raised wolf.” He said, “You’re our Alpha. More than that, you’re our Mate, and we protect our Mate. With our lives, if it comes to it. It ain’t a matter of choice.”

“I don’t like that.”

“I know.” He said,  “Alphas protect the pack, and Alphas protect their Mates. You just happen to check both boxes. Wouldn’t’ve mattered if you were still human and our Mate, or just a member of our pack but not our Mate. Either way.”

“I really don’t like any of this.”

“I know.” He said, “Hey, maybe when this is all over and done, you can introduce us to your folks.” She gave a snort that was devoid of humor.

“I told you my dad was a SEAL, right?”

“Yeah, retired when you were sixteen.”

“Well, I haven’t seen my dad since I was sixteen.” She said, “He and my mom got divorced right after he retired, and I stayed with mom while he took off for parts unknown. My brother had already moved out of the house at that point.”

“You got a brother?”

“Yeah. Jack.” She said and there was pause.

“You got a brother named Jack Daniels?”

“Mom was sixteen when she had him.”

“Yeah, that’ll do it.” Sy said, “What about your mom? Don’t think she’d approve?”

“Not even remotely.” Stephanie said, “And not because there’s more than one of you, but because you’re wolves, and she doesn’t like wolves.”

“Ah.” Sy said after another moment's pause. “Does she know you’re…”

“Nope, we haven’t talked in years and I plan to keep it that way.” She said, “She disowned Jack after he got married to a wolf he went to college with and she infected him at his request. Getting married to one is one thing, she can just freeze his wife out, becoming one was too much for her. I thought she was going to have an aneurysm when he told her.”

“When’s the last time you talked to him?”

“Couple years back?” She said, “Jordan kinda…alienated me from him after I told him my brother was a wolf.”

“Probably because he woulda seen him for what he is, a Feral. If not him, then his wife.”

“Probably. I tried to call him a little while back, but he must have changed his number because someone else answered who didn’t know who he was.”

“Want me to find him?” Sy jumped about a foot in the air, Geralt having appeared behind his shoulder.

“Shit!” He exclaimed, “Did you know he was there?” He asked, looking at Stephanie and she nodded with a small smile. “Fuck, man, damn near gave me a heart attack.”

“Do you want me to track him down, Steph?” Geralt asked again with a snort, “Him and your father.”

“If you want to,” She said, pulling a leg under her, “But don’t go sweaty on finding my dad. If he had wanted to stay in our lives, he would have.”

"Jack, right?" Geralt asked and she nodded, "Jack Daniels?"

"Their mom was a teen when she had'im." Sy said and Geralt arched a brow at him for a moment before shrugging. "How old was your dad?"

"Seventeen." Stephanie said and he sighed.

"Lemme guess, found out he got his girlfriend knocked up and enlisted in the military, marryin' her when she turned eighteen." He said and she nodded, "Knew a few boys just outta boot with the same story. Seein' as they got divorced…doll, don't tell me…"

"I was supposed to be the fix-it baby." She said, "Because bringing a child into a loveless marriage is always a great idea. It didn't work. Shocker. Jack was seven."

“And she don’t like wolves?” Sy asked.

“Last time I spoke to her, she told me, laughing, how she had called Animal Control on her neighbors while their son was outside doing yard work. He wasn’t shifted, obviously, but she called Animal Control on him saying there was a “rabid dog” in their yard.”

“Fuck.” Geralt said and she sighed with a nod.

“Yeah, and it was the last time I spoke to her.” Stephanie said, “She tries to call me every now and then, but I let it go to voicemail.”

“I’ll see what I can find.” Geralt said, giving her a small smile and walked away, heading back to his room. With an exaggerated sigh, Stephanie flopped back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. She heard Sy come closer before he laid next to her, settling on his side and lacing their fingers together where her hands lay folded on her stomach. She could see him watching her out of the corner of her eye and she started to run her thumb back and forth over his skin.

“Can I switch gears?” She asked and he hummed. “Do you resent me?”

“Why would I do that?” He asked, a scowl furrowing his brow.

“Because I can’t give you kids.”

“I don’t resent you, babe. Not even close.” He said, “Thought about gettin’ it reversed, though? If it’s buggin’ you that bad?”

“I thought about it.” She admitted, “If you had answered yes, or something to that effect, I would have seriously considered it. I got it done for medical reasons, for the shit that runs through my head. Don’t want to pass that onto a child knowing what their life is going to be like through no fault of their own.”

“Yeah.” Sy said, “Not wantin’ a child to suffer is a damn good reason, even if that child is just an idea.”

“Do you think the others--”

“Not even a little bit.” He said, cutting off her train of thought. “I’d say maybe in vitro, as you still got your eggs, they just can’t make the trip, but you’d still be passin’ on your genes.”

“Yeah.” She said, “Kinda invalidates the reason why I did it. If they could single out what causes mental illness and make sure it doesn’t get passed on…maybe.”

“We’ll love you no matter what, Steph.” Sy said and she squeezed his fingers gently. “Pups or no pups, as long as you’re happy, we’re happy.”

“I love you.”

“Love you more.”

[mablikethequeen]

How Auguste Gave Laurent ‘The Talk'

The best thing about an Augustelives!verse where the Regent never existed is that young Laurent gets to learn about sex in a normal way

CW: 'the talk', discussion of consensual sex, coming out? kinda, mention of Hennike's repeated pregnancy loss. The whole thing is just Auguste being a good brother

Read on AO3 (rated T, 2k words)

“What’s a consummation?”

Startled, Auguste looked up from his work, the endless papers scattered in piles on the table before him.

Laurent stood at the other end of the table, reading from one of the pages. It was a drafted schedule for Auguste’s wedding celebration, one of the countless items he had worked on with the council to prepare for the days ahead.

“It’s part of the wedding ceremony,” Auguste said, trying to keep the response light and easy, hoping Laurent didn’t pry further. He continued his letter writing, his pen scratching across the page.

Laurent didn’t let him off easy. “I’m not invited to it.” It was not a question.

Auguste paused his writing mid-sentence. His brother was young still, and sweetly innocent. Auguste would not initiate a conversation he was not ready for. “It's for the adult guests only.”

Laurent’s brow furrowed. Auguste could sense an internal debate being endured— there was something else.

“Is that because there will be fucking?” asked Laurent.

"What?" He nearly dropped his pen. “Where did you hear that?”

Laurent stood straighter, flush rising in his cheeks. “The councilors told me.”

Auguste raised his eyebrows.

Laurent quickly caved: “I overheard them talking about it," he said, which meant that he had been sitting outside of the council room door for the entire meeting. Again.

"Laurent--" Auguste sighed, pressing the pads of his fingertips to his eyes. It wasn't the first time Laurent had overheard something he was not supposed to hear, especially during meetings of state. The council members tended to use colorful vocabulary amongst each other, resulting in occasional slips that were overheard by his brother's innocent ears. With Auguste's impending wedding, the topics of conversation at this week's council meeting had strayed into the business of the marriage bed. He should have expected Laurent to overhear, should have prepared something to say.

"It's not--" Auguste started, but he stopped and tried again. “‘Fucking' isn't a polite term to use.” It came out sterner than he intended.

The tips of Laurent's ears flushed pink, the color slowly spreading across his cheeks. "Sorry," he said, dipping his chin.

Auguste sighed, softening. "Do you know what it means?"

Laurent's flush deepened, as it always did when he was asked something he did not know. It didn’t happen often.

Auguste surveyed his little brother across the far end of the table, really seeing him, as was so easy to overlook in everyday life. Laurent was almost a young man now.  He was sharp, inquisitive. He studied whatever texts and maps and treaties he could get his hands on. But, like all scholars, he was limited to the contents of the library in which he dwelled, in this case, the royal library in Arles. Someone needed to tell him about the ways of the world, the things that he could not research in books. Both of their parents were gone now, and with startling realization, he recognized that the responsibility fell to him.

Auguste pushed out the chair adjacent to him, where his most trusted advisor would sit if this was a council meeting.

Laurent had joined him at this table countless times before, the act comfortable to them both, but today he approached tentatively, his posture rigid. He sat.

Auguste peered at Laurent’s downcast face. Was he—shy? Perhaps he had already been too harsh. Pity welled within him, deep in his stomach. “You're not in trouble," Auguste said.

Laurent sat very still, avoiding his gaze. They sat for a moment in tense silence.

Finally, Auguste said, "Tell me what you’ve heard.” He knew Laurent would be honest with him. Even if his cheeks colored and he stumbled to find the words, he would tell the truth.

“They said you would…” Laurent paused. “That the marriage,” he continued, “would be consummated after the ceremony. And that the council would witness it.”

“Yes, that’s true,” Auguste said.

Laurent held his gaze. “I looked up consummation in the dictionary.”  His expression changed, his brow furrowing. "It doesn't-- I don't get it."

Auguste pursed his lips; his tongue felt like sand in his mouth. “Have you read about sex before?”

Laurent gave the slightest shake of his head. His cheeks darkened further.

“It’s hard to… It isn’t…” Auguste felt the heat start to spread across his own face. He might actually catch fire any second now.

Laurent sat very still and straight on the edge of his chair. He waited.

Auguste rubbed his weary forehead. It was during moments like these that he missed their parents the most. “I wasn’t expecting to have this conversation with you tonight,” he admitted, releasing a half-formed laugh.

Laurent didn't waver.

Auguste felt sweat beginning to prickle the back of his neck. He hoped no one was around to hear this, for both his and Laurent’s sake. “When two people love each other very much,” he started, but that made him cringe. He cleared his throat. “When people,” he started again, “wish to be physically intimate, and it’s what they both want, they can choose to have sex. Erm, with each other,” he finished awkwardly. He actually wanted to catch fire now.

Laurent was still looking at him inquisitively.

“Those people can use their genitals, and, uh, put them together,” Auguste swallowed thickly. He could tell Laurent was trying to compose a neutral expression, trying and failing to hide his disgust. “During a consummation, that’s what the council needs to witness.” Auguste scratched at his sweat-dampened temple.

“Do you really have to?” Laurent asked.

“In front of the council?” Auguste asked. Consummations were voyeuristic in nature, yes, but it was tradition. He didn’t think about it too much.

“No,” said Laurent quickly, shaking his head. “Do you have to do.. uh.. it.”

Auguste examined his brother’s face carefully. “You mean if I have to have sex?”

Laurent paused, but slowly he nodded, his eyes round and blue. 

Auguste knew his brother was a very green innocent, as he had intentionally kept him so, especially after their parents were gone. The burden of raising Laurent himself was a heavy weight to bear, but it was one he bore with great sincerity. As far as he knew, Laurent was still unaware of the functional purpose of pets, what happened at late-night arena shows, and the business of the brothels in town. Even now, the young man sitting before him may not understand the full implications of what he was asking, but Auguste wouldn’t lie to him.

“Yes,” he said, carefully. "I do."

Laurent’s face scrunched in his distaste. “But do you want to have sex?”

“Well, um, yes,” Auguste replied, stumbling, unable to contain his blush. “But that’s okay. I want to have sex with her, as she does with me.”

Now Laurent just looked alarmed.

Auguste’s mind reeled as he tried to explain this in a way that made sense to a naïve mind. “It’s, uh, generally thought of as a pleasant thing to do.”

“Oh,” said Laurent. This was news to him. His brow was still furrowed, his eyes cast to the table in thought.

Auguste softened, wishing he had prepared for this moment. His own feelings of inadequacy as a stand-in parent loomed over his head. “A lot of people have sex regularly. It’s normal. And fun, even. For a wedding, the council observes the first time to make sure the marriage is properly consummated.”

“Why?”

“It validates the union. And in this case, to make sure the heirs are the king’s.” Auguste had carefully avoided an extra-marital pregnancy for years, which was especially forbidden for the Crown Prince of Vere. He had not yet adjusted to the idea of pregnancy being desirable. It was strange for him to think about, even now, days away from the wedding.

Laurent’s expression opened up at the mention of heirs, as if he hadn’t connected babies with sex until just now. More questions formed. Auguste prepared himself.

“You're going to make an heir in front of the council?” he asked.

“Perhaps,” said Auguste.  “I'd like to, but it may take a while."

"How, exactly? Why does it take a long time? Could it take all night?"

Auguste wondered if he looked as sweaty as he felt. "No, I mean..." he waited for the words to come. They didn't.

Laurent waited patiently.

Auguste cleared his throat. “When a penis is put in a vagina during sex, and at the end there’s…” he didn’t finish that sentence. Too much for today, perhaps. Thankfully, Laurent didn’t ask, so he didn’t elaborate. “Sometimes, a few weeks later, a pregnancy will take, and eventually a baby is born.”

"Sometimes," Laurent echoed.

“The right, uh, parts have to be present during sex for a pregnancy to happen. And even then, it doesn't always happen right away. Sometimes you have to have sex many times over many months to conceive a baby. You took years for Mom and Dad—” he stopped abruptly.

Perhaps this was too far. 

But Laurent perked up at the mention of their parents. “Mom and Dad?”

Auguste remembered his mother, the pregnancies, the life that drained from her with each passing loss. The joy when, finally, a second son was born. He remembered, even though he was only a boy at the time. Carefully, he said: “You were very wanted.”

Laurent seemed somewhat satisfied with this answer. He mulled it over, deep in thought. Auguste saw another question coming before Laurent spoke.

“What if,” Laurent started to ask, but he lost his confidence halfway through, and went silent again.

“Go on.”

Laurent spoke slowly, each word carefully selected. “What if the sex doesn't have the right parts for pregnancy? What if two men...?”

Auguste felt a knot in his chest. They had danced around the conversation of Laurent’s tastes for months, but it never quite came about. He wanted Laurent to realize for himself what he wanted, and to trust him with the information, knowing either of those could take a long time. They had come close to speaking of it only once, when Auguste caught Laurent lingering around the soldiers’ training arena, nervously saying he was there to study, the book in front of him unopened. At the time, Auguste hadn’t pried.

“That’s okay too, although there would be no heirs. But many people prefer to have sex that way.”

Laurent thought about this.

“Does everyone have a consummation when they get married?” Laurent asked.

“It's traditional in noble families,” said Auguste.

"Will I?"

“Only if you want one. You get the final say.”

Laurent pressed a crumb into the table with his index finger. It crackled against the wood. “I think I’d like to marry a man, one day.”

Auguste's heart bloomed with warmth, bursting outwards with brotherly affection, watching his brother grow up. It sparked the flame of protectiveness within him, the same that had been burning ever since Laurent was left within his care. He would do anything for his little brother, to make sure he got the life that he wanted, to provide for him in all the ways their parents would now never be able to.

“Then you shall,” Auguste said, more of a promise than anything else.

Laurent smiled at him like he was his entire world. The tips of his ears were still pink, but his shoulders began to relax. “I’m glad I don’t have to go to your consummation.”

Auguste laughed, genuinely. “I’m glad you don’t either.” The pressure eased a bit from his broad shoulders.

Auguste felt like Laurent was growing up too fast, that they were running out of time. His baby brother wasn’t a baby anymore. “One day, when you’re ready, you can decide to have sex with someone, if you’d like.”

Laurent scrunched his nose, a half-hearted expression that Auguste saw right through. The day would come, was coming, when someone would catch Laurent’s eye. No matter how long it took, Auguste would never be ready for it. He felt a knot rise in his throat, and with it the impulse to beg Laurent to stay little forever.

Instead, he said: “You should love him, whoever he is. I have no doubt you will choose someone worthy of you.”

Laurent nodded sincerely. “I will.” And he would, for no other reason than to honor his brother’s advice.

Auguste knew his words would not be wasted. He paused for a moment, allowing Laurent to ask additional questions if he had them, but none came. Auguste sat forward in his chair again, picking up his pen.

“I have a few more letters to get through, if you want to stay,” he offered. He knew Laurent's favorite way to spend an evening was at his side, answering letters, trying to run their country, together.

Laurent nodded eagerly, sitting forward as well. He picked up the next letter in the stack, broke the seal, and began to read.

[copwef]

A turtle called sensei(Rottmnt au)

Chapter 1

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"The world needs Master Leonardo. And all we got is this guy..."

Leo remembers these words vividly. While they weren't last Casey had spoke to him, they where most important. A much needed wake up call before the hell he would have to face.

Leo remembers the image vividly. There strongest attack, the sum of all his brothers mystic power being flicked away by krang prime. However he doesn't remember much of the fall.

All he remembered was waking up on the ground, holding Casey's mask with his brothers no where in sight. Watching the technodrome completely pass through the portal.

Leo could hardly think. He definitely had a concussion and the thought that everyone he cared about could very well be dead wasn't helping.

He may have stood there for the rest of his life had Casey's mask not began to play that grim warning.

"Sensei... The plan failed... Your brothers were-" The audio briefly cut out, leaving him unaware of his family's fate. "I've been spotted. It doesn't look like we can stop the invasion after all. But as you told us, there is still hope."

Leo could almost laugh.

"How" he thought.

He couldn't comprehend how there could still be hope after he had doomed the earth in his ignorance.

"Master Leonardo mentioned to me once a place called the hidden city. He said that if his team had gotten their in time they may have been able to close the connection to new York and evacuate civilians there. He said it could've given us a advantage against krang."

Casey had stopped talking. His breathing be came frantic and Leo though he heard the sound of running footsteps.

"Listen. If you can, find Draxum, April, and splinter. And go to the hidden city. It may be our last hope..."

Casey's message ended there. No screaming, no crying, no panic. Just a desperate attempt at saving his sensei.

Looking back on it. Leo sometimes wonders if this gave Casey a form of peace. A feeling that at least he could save his sensei the second time around.

Leo's body practically acted on auto pilot after that. He quickly found his swords as portaled over to April and splinter. He didn't listen to there frantic questions about if he was alright and where his brothers where.

He opened a Portal to the hidden city and shoved them through.

He then portaled to the school where Draxum worked. There Draxum had been gathering survivors. There was were around 300 people. Men, women, children, and teens. People who may have lost their families.

Kinda like Leo did himself.

Leo quicky shut that thought down. There was no time to think about his mistake. He quickly opened another Portal to the hidden city and yelled at everyone to go inside.

The people were already freaked out and a giant sentient turtle definitely was not helping.

However Draxum was able to convince most people to go in willingly. The rest Leo practically forced into the portal. Before stepping in himself.

Now that everyone was in the hidden city, it was time for the second part of the plan.

He practically screamed at Draxum.

"WHO RUNS THE HIDDEN CITY AND WHERE ARE THEY!?

Draxum with both confusions and terror in his voice and expression responded.

"The council... The mystic counsel runs the hidden city. The should be in the massive structure to the east."

Leo wasted no time, portalling there instantly and barging in.

"SHUT DOWN THE CONNECTION To NEW YORK!" Leo screamed at the council.

The three members of the council were inraged, demanding who he was and why he thought he could order them around.

All Leo did was show them footage from Casey's mask of the apocalypse happening above ground. The counsel was horrified but still reluctant to listen to him.

Leo however, held up his sword's and opened a Portal. And threatened to lead krang here if they didn't

The council quickly complied and shut down the connection to new York. Leo than teleported to his remaining family. But before they could say anything, Leo's injury's and fatigue caught up with him, and he passed out.

As he felt himself falling unconscious. Leo could only pray this whole thing was a horrible nightmare.

But little did he know, this was just the beginning...

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So what do you think of the first chapter of this series. I'd love to hear some feedback! Also sorry for lack of dialogue. I'm writing This as im about to go to bed. So I'll try to improve for the next chapter!

[princessasmosprincess]

Charmed, I'm Sure

Chapter 22

Summary: No human has ever avoided Asmodeus's charm. Except for you.

Pairing: Asmodeus x GN Reader/MC

Genre: Drama, angst, fluff.

Warnings: None.

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Author's note: Sorry for the wait on this, recontextualizing an existing scene is harder than it looks. Also, Nightbringer came out and my hyperfixation kinda took over :)

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“Oi, human,” Mammon nudged your shoulder frantically. “Time to get up!”

You fumbled for your D.D.D. in the dark. You peered at the display with one squinted eye. It was 6:00 am on a weekend.

You groaned, rolling onto your side.

Mammon grabbed half of the clothes in your closet, hangers and all, and tossed them into old-fashioned leather trunk.

“Come on, ya gotta hurry!” He zipped over to the bathroom and knocked the entire contents of the counter into a matching hatbox.

“I’m not skipping town with you, Mammon.”

He stopped short, a pitiful expression on his face. “Ya mean ya wouldn't if I asked you to?” Mammon frowned.

You snuggled deeper into the covers, mumbling into your pillow, “Not at this hour.”

“But ya would if it was later in the day?” He asked quietly. “What am I sayin’? We ain't skippin’ town, We’re supposed to be gettin’ ready for the retreat.”

“Retreat?” You sat up, still bleary eyed.

“Student council and exchange students are spendin’ a few days at the Demon Lord’s castle.” Mammon threw your RAD uniform into your lap.

“Since when?”

“It don’t matter, just get ready. Lucifer wants us downstairs in twenty minutes.”

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Less than an hour later, you and the brothers arrived at the Demon Lord’s castle, your luggage in hand, all dressed in your RAD uniforms.

Lucifer made everyone stand like soldiers, lined up by rank, except he placed you between himself and Mammon.

“I expect you all to be on your best behavior,” Lucifer looked down the line. “This is to be a weekend of harmony and fun.” From the tense way he glared at everyone individually, it really didn’t feel like he was encouraging you to have fun.

Lucifer moved to straighten your lapel. “And if any of you–”

The door to the castle burst open.

“Well, good morning.” said Diavolo, he resembled an excited puppy as he answered the door. Much less intimidating than your previous interactions with him. You relaxed slightly. “I must say I couldn't wait for you to arrive.”

“Welcome to the Demon Lord’s castle. It’s a pleasure to have you here.” Barbatos stood to the side as Diavolo ushered everyone in, the orderly line now devolving into a clump as you entered.

“Good morning, Diavolo. And you too, Barbatos.” said Lucifer, peering around the castle’s foyer, a smug expression on his face, “Well, it seems that neither Solomon nor the angels have arrived yet, have they?”

Mammon scoffed, “Man, now that's just shameless. Listen to you pretendin' like you didn't hurry over here, all frantic to make it to Lord Diavolo before Solomon and the angels could.”

Lucifer’s smile turned almost vicious, his red eyes flashing, “Hm? Did you say something Mammon?”

“D'AAAAAH OW OW OW! My foot! You're steppin' on MY FOOT, Lucifer!” Mammon exclaimed, trying to pull away from his older brother. “Lucifer sir!”

Diavolo chuckled, “Well, Lucifer, Mammon, I see that you two are getting along swimmingly as usual.”

Asmo sighed, setting his bags down on the floor, “At least Mammon is predictable. No matter what, you can always count on him to act stupid.”

You gave a little laugh, mostly surprised that someone had voiced what you’d always thought of Mammon, that he was predictable. In return, Asmo pretended he hadn’t heard you, coming to stand at Lucifer’s side, his back to you.

You frowned, once again hurt by Asmo’s rejection.

You tuned out the rest of the conversation as you took in the castle’s grand foyer. Nearly everything was in a shade of gold, from the floor to columns to the intricate frames that held portraits of who you assumed were demon nobles and members of the Devildom’s royal family from millennia past. A gilded crystal chandelier shined up above, its flames large and flickering but so bright.

Levi elbowed you gently in the side. “You’re staring,” he said. “You’re not like Mammon, are you? Sizing up the Demon Lord’s riches?”

“No, I’m just admiring it,” you said. “I’ve never been in a real castle before, it's spectacular.”

“It is a pretty cool place,” Levi agreed, following your gaze to the gallery above the stairs, “Wish we lived in a castle.” He muttered.

You opened your mouth to respond to him when you were practically tackled to the floor.

“MC!” It was Luke.

Solomon and Simeon trailed behind him as Barbatos bolted the castle’s doors.

Luke hugged you tightly. “I’m so happy you’re alright!”

“Normies and your hugs, SMH…” Levi sneered, slinking away to a corner.

You and Asmo, who had turned when he heard the commotion, shared a wide-eyed glance over Luke’s head, the first real interaction you’d had with him in days.

Luke continued, “So, SO HAPPY! There aren't even words!”

What did the little angel know?

“What's all this about?” asked Satan.

Asmo gave a nervous laugh, coming up with a quick cover, “I'm guessing he must feel responsible for what happened. You know, for how Lucifer nearly attacked MC…”

Satan and the others seemed to accept that answer. Lucifer scowled, crossing his arms and looking away.

"Ya don't think this could be because MC was bedridden for a week?" Asked Mammon, trying to break the tension by changing the subject. He tugged on Luke’s golden hair, prompting him to turn his head and glare.

"I suppose it could be that too..." It was Asmo's turn to frown and look away. He decided to occupy himself by throwing his arms around Solomon's neck, planting kisses on both of his cheeks, leaving faintly pink lipgloss marks behind.

"I've heard rumors that Simeon and Diavolo met and mediated a solution together. Is that right?" Solomon asked as he attempted to extract himself from Asmo's arms.

"Yes, we did," said Simeon.

Diavolo nodded seriously, "Indeed, yes. Isn't that right, Lucifer?"

"...Yes." He continued scowling, irritated that his folly was in the spotlight for everyone to judge.

Luke squeezed you tighter. "It's such a relief to see you safe and sound. I've been beside myself with worry..."

“I am ok, Luke,” you finally hugged him back, relieved that it seemed he and everyone else were still in the dark about the incident with those lower level demons the other night. “Did you have any reason to doubt?”

“You’re only a human and you’ve been through so much already,” said Luke, releasing you from his hug. “You’re still wearing your bracelet, right?” He looked down at your ankle.

You shifted, tucking your bare ankle behind you and out of view, the gesture somewhat useless. Even if he couldn't see the bracelet or lack thereof, he would be able to tell you weren't wearing it if he focused, just by the lack of its magical signature. You’d just learned about the existence of magical signatures in class, the telltale signs an object was imbued with magic. Touching a potentially magical item or even getting too close to it could be dangerous if you didn't know what kind of magic it possessed, but the essence of magic could be detected if you knew what to look for.

“About that…” You didn't know how to tell him the bracelet had broken. You’d cried for hours over the snapped thread and loose beads. Part of it was because you’d just escaped death and the realization had caught up with you, part of it was because you had fought with Asmo, and part of it was because a gift given to you by a dear friend had been ruined. You still had all the pieces so you’d tried to reconstruct it, but the magic hadn’t returned. “Luke, I-”

“All right, then,” said Diavolo, calling everyone’s attention and effectively ending your conversation, “Now that we're all here, perhaps we should go ahead and explain how this retreat is going to work.”

“Certainly, my lord,” said Barbatos.

“I can’t wait to spend the weekend with you,” Asmo cooed in Solomon's ear, still clinging to his arm, “Maybe we can get some cuddle time in.”

Solomon struggled to stand up straight with Asmo pulling him down, “We’ll see…”

Barbatos stood at the front of the room, “The aim of this retreat is for demons, angels, and humans to intermingle so that each may gain a better understanding of the other.”

“Well, as we're stayin' the night, I say the best way to intermingle is by havin' a pillow fight!” said Mammon.

Diavolo seemed to like this idea, his eyes lighting up. Lucifer stood beside him, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Barbatos continued as if he hadn't just been disrupted. “Now then, I'll begin by explaining what we have planned for each day of the retreat.”

“Wha- so you're just gonna ignore me?”

You gave Mammon a sympathetic pat on the shoulder.

“After you've taken your belongings up to your rooms, we'll begin with a tour of the Demon Lord's Castle, where you'll have a chance to learn about Devildom history.” said Barbatos. “We'll be serving Devildom cuisine for dinner tonight, and I've taken the liberty of volunteering to prepare tonight's meal myself.”

“Mmm, Barbatos's authentic Devildom cuisine…” Beel drooled.

“Tomorrow we'll be having a scavenger hunt.”

Everyone seemed to be excited about that, especially Mammon and Solomon.

“Each day, we plan to have a representative from one of the three worlds prepare a meal for us. So, tomorrow Luke will be making food from the Celestial Realm. I'm sure it will be quite a treat.”

Beel’s stomach growled loudly, but Barbatos pretended he didn't hear it. Diavolo stifled a laugh.

“Incidentally, there will also be a dance following dinner tomorrow.”

You shot Mammon a look that he tried to ignore, his face turning red. A dance? You weren't prepared for this. You had no idea what proper etiquette was like at a formal Devildom dance or whether you had even brought anything acceptable to wear. Lucifer had reminded everyone that morning that you would be stuck at the castle for the weekend, there would be no going back to the House of Lamentation to retrieve anything left behind. Whatever you brought with you would have to be good enough; hopefully you wouldn’t embarrass humankind with whatever you and Mammon had hastily shoved into your suitcase.

“Then on day three, the final day, we'll get to enjoy food from the human world for lunch, which MC will be preparing for us.”

“No one told me about this…” You murmured, your head spinning, more focused on the dance than your cooking assignment. That, you were sure you could handle.

You hadn't realized you’d said it that loudly, forgetting the demons’ superior hearing.

“I did send notice regarding our plans.” said Barbatos, his eyebrows raised, concerned.

Lucifer grabbed Mammon by the upper arm, his eyes glowing red, “Mammon, I believe I told you to let MC know about this?”

Mammon squirmed in his grasp, “H-Huh? W-Wait a minute, didn't I, um, mention that?” He looked to you with pleading eyes.

You shook your head.

“No? Well, THAT'S weird... Ahaha…”

“I’m sure it will all turn out…” Barbatos sighed, “Well then, why don't we move on to the room assignments?”

“We can’t just choose for ourselves?” Asmo frowned.

“Don’t be ungrateful, Asmo,” Lucifer hissed.

Barbatos listed off the first assignment, “Lord Diavolo will be sharing a room with Lucifer.”

Lucifer turned to Diavolo as he let go of Mammon’s arm, “You have your own bedroom here. Why share a room with me?”

“Now who’s ungrateful?” Satan smirked.

Lucifer ignored him to keep the peace.

“Luke, Beelzebub, Leviathan, you will be sharing a room.” said Barbatos.

“I have a really, really bad feeling about this…” Luke whimpered.

Asmo and Solomon would have to be assigned a room together. They had a pact, didn't they? Just like you would probably be in a room with Mammon since Lucifer had assigned him to you from the beginning and now you had a pact together. Diavolo had even entrusted Asmo with Solomon’s safety when he’d first arrived in the Devildom and he was to be Solomon’s guardian on the future hot springs trip. It just made sense.

“Simeon, Asmodeus, MC, you'll be sharing a room.” Barbatos said, “And Solomon, Mammon, Satan, you'll be sharing a room as well. And that covers everyone.”

Asmo was stunned. This is not how he thought things would go.

“What?” said Mammon, saying exactly what Asmo was thinking. “Yo, Asmodeus. Switch rooms with me!”

“Hmm?” Asmo blinked, hardly registering what Mammon had said, “What? Why?”

“Because, um...y'know…”

As Mammon rambled his excuses, Asmo’s mind wandered. He had been able to avoid you pretty easily so far. At mealtimes he stuck around Lucifer, who was always at the opposite end of the table from you. And at night he partied and drank just the way he loved to do. It was easier this way, the more he filled up his time, the less he thought about you. With you as his roommate for the retreat he wouldn't be able to ignore you any longer. He was devastated that he’d be separated from Solomon and have to room with you. But at the same time he felt… excited? He had the urge to explore that feeling a little more.

“...And when you sleep in the same room as a human, their smell ends up rubbin' off on ya. So you should be grateful I'm even willin' to trade with ya! You should be HONORED, actually!”

“Ah...I see. So that's why you want to switch rooms, is it?” said Asmo. Your scent rubbing off on him, wouldn’t that be nice… Asmo’s cheeks warmed at the thought. He shook his head, shrugging it off. What was he thinking? He returned to Mammon who looked so pathetic as he begged to switch rooms. Asmo’s gaze hardened. “Well, in that case, the answer is no. Too bad!”

“WHY NOT?!”

Asmo simpered. “Maybe because I enjoy seeing that bitter, frustrated look on your face?” Served him right. Mammon had just been babbling on like an idiot in love as if he hadn’t left you alone to fend for yourself the other night. There was no chance Lucifer or Barbatos would allow a room change anyway. The plans had already been made.

“Gr…”

“Ahaha! Yep, that's the one! I really DO love that look!” Yes, Mammon deserved to be punished for almost getting you killed and this was just the way to do it. And maybe it wouldn't hurt to get to know you a little better…

“How long do you all plan on goofing around?” said Lucifer. “Let's go. Time to take your belongings up to your rooms.”

“OWWWW!” Mammon exclaimed. “Hey! Lucifer, stop! Quit pullin' me along by the ear!”

Everyone followed as Mammon’s cries echoed down the halls.

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Cross-posted on AO3

[jedifarmerr]

Chapter 9

Pairing: Frankie Morales x F!Reader/OFC (no y/n or physical descriptions)

Rating: E (18+ blog)

Word Count: 4k

Chapter Warnings: language?

Series Masterlist

You watched as Santi tacked five pieces of paper on the wall, one for each member of Council. You would need their stamp of approval like some rite of passage to prove yourself. Without it - well, you didn’t like to think about that. 

You watched Santi tack five pieces of water-crinkled paper on the wall, one for each member of Council. 

Like some rite of passage, you would need their stamp of approval to get in. Without it - well, you didn’t like to think about that. 

Whack. 

Santi hit the wall, the middle piece of a paper with a plastic ruler. “Preston Garvey. Mayor of Sanctuary. He’s the one who’ll run the session.” 

Benny leaned in and whispered, “Nice guy. Don’t worry about him.” 

“Like that’s possible. I’ll be worried even if he’s wasteland Mother Teresa.” 

“Who’s Mother Teresa?” 

Whack. 

“Kasumi, Preston’s right hand and Head of District Planning. Deacon - Trade Relations. Then, Curie, Technological Advancement.” Santi turned to Will with a mischievous smirk. “Got anything you’d like to add about her, Ironhead?” 

Santi wiggled his brows, and Will swatted the ruler out of his face. It boinged, but somehow didn’t break. Even though Will was trying to act annoyed, the tiny smile on his face gave him away. 

Will crossed his arms. “Curie’s easily the smartest person on that Council. Hell, she’s probably the smartest person in all of Sanctuary.” 

“No joke. She’s got it all,” Benny tagged in. “Brains, looks, and funny as shit. I think the two of you will get along just fine.” 

Fingers crossed. Hopefully their confidence wasn’t misplaced. 

Santi took a deep breath before looking at the last paper on the wall and tapping the crusty edge. “Tom - Military Operations.” His voice dimmed out like a dying light as his gaze swept across the room. 

You wondered if this could be the same Tom from their stories. Redfly. If so, why were they acting so weird? 

Your fingers drummed against the throw pillow in your lap. “So, what’s the deal with him?” 

Will peered up at you. Furrowed brows - ice-blue eyes. 

“There’s something you should know about Tom,” he said in that steady, even tone of his. “Tom grew up in the vaults, and it wasn’t good. We’ve been friends with him for a long time, and so we know he’s not gonna be too happy about this.” 

“Oh.” You didn’t know what else to say. This was the same Tom who took down a monster bear, so he could easily squish you like a bug. You cocooned into the musty, dusty and mildewy armchair. The carpet was stained in swirls of brown and green.

“Hey, we’re gonna talk to him, alright?” Frankie’s eyes bore into you. Burnt-umber. Determined. “We’ll deal with him.” 

You tugged at a loose thread on the pillow, twisted it around your finger. “Do you think that will help?” 

Santi wobbled his head from side to side. “Probably not, but technically - you don’t need his vote. Just the majority.” 

You almost chucked this pillow at his head. “What the hell is wrong with you? Why wouldn’t you start with that?” 

Santi gave a guilty smile - conceded. “My bad,” he muttered with a small chuckle. 

“Anything else I should know?” 

“Deacon also came from the vaults,” Will added, “But he’ll come in with an open mind. He’s not - he was too young to remember it.” 

“Kinda like how Piper is,” Benny threw out casually, as if you somehow would know that. 

You blinked, and suddenly your conversation at Fallon’s made a lot more sense. I’m not one of those, you can talk to me. 

It was a relief to think not everyone would hate you. At this point, you kinda thought they might, and if they did, you couldn’t really blame them. 

After all, your family had done something incredibly fucked up. 

—-

After a few days of planning and prepping her, Frankie stuffed his sleeping bag into his pack and swung it over his shoulder. He’d finally get to sleep in his own bed tonight. 

Frankie adjusted his cap before walking over to her. “How’re you feeling?” 

“Like I’m ready to get this over with,” she said, following him onto the front porch. 

They were back on the road and headed towards Sanctuary. It was just north of Salem, south of Lynn - a coastal town crowded into a peninsula. 

“Does anyone ever go in there?” She pointed at the riled up ocean, murky and brown as boa skin. 

“Not unless you got a death wish.” Benny snorted. “Whole things swarming with irradiated sharks and these giant crabs.” 

“Well that’s fucking terrifying.” 

“Exactly.” Frankie huffed out a laugh. “That’s one of the main reasons they chose this place.” 

“And here I thought they picked it based on its charm.” She grinned at him. “I always loved Marblehead. Nora had gone to college at Salem State, so on weekends when I’d stay with her, we’d always come over here and shop and eat by the water.” 

“Nora? Is that a friend of yours or something?” Benny asked and her head tilted. 

Surprised, she turned to Frankie. “I thought - did you not-”

Frankie shook his head. Even though he told them about her agreement and conditions, he’d left out the part about Nora. It didn’t feel like his story to tell. 

Benny eyed him with rapt suspicion before slowly turning away as if he was intruding. Frankie was willing to bet that Benny was gonna hassle him about that later. 

She didn’t get a chance to say anything else before they arrived at their destination. A rundown Baptist church. 

Santi checked his watch as he stepped through the large double doors. “Patrol should be here soon, so don’t get too comfortable.”

“That won’t be a problem,” she mumbled under her breath as she plopped down on a wooden pew without any cushions and threw her bag on the hard ground. 

He dropped down beside her, dug two granola bars from his bags, and offered her one that she eagerly accepted. Before she could grab it, he switched the flavors. 

Cautiously, she plucked it out of his hand. 

“I’m not trying to poison you,” he said. “Those are your favorite, aren’t they?” 

A teensy smile toyed with the edge of her lips as she nodded. “I didn’t think you would know that.” 

He shrugged, and maybe he shouldn’t have said that. Silently, he ate his own granola bar. 

The sun burnt through the stained glass windows, igniting the room in a burst of jewel tones. He could remember coming to this church in his early days as a lowly private when there wasn’t a lick of stubble on his chin. It was usually Santi and him on this route, their name scribbled over and over in the log book under the gangrene cross at the altar. 

“Do you really think this is gonna work?” Her voice was small and timid, her big eyes peered up at him.

“I wouldn’t put you up for this, if I didn’t think so.”

She bit at the inside of her cheek - chewing on it thoughtfully. She glanced at where Benny and Will and Santi were talking, a few rows away. They seemed engrossed in their own conversation. He assumed it was about Tom.

“Is there a reason you didn’t tell them about Nora?” 

Frankie shrugged. “Just didn’t feel like my place, I guess.” 

She smiled at that. She opened her mouth to say something, but Benny interrupted.

“Guys, they’re here.” He pointed at the shadows passing the windows. 

Frankie felt his stomach twist. There was no going back, now. 

—

Tom’s relief quickly morphed into confusion as the two guards shared the news. 

They were back, but nobody could know. 

Immediately, Tom stormed out of the Council building and towards the wall with the two guards trailing behind him. 

There were no bells - no family - nobody running from town to welcome them home. He didn’t know what the fuck was going on or why they wanted discretion, but he knew it involved that girl. 

The Diamond City caravan had come through town recently and told him about her. They didn’t know who she was or where she came from, and neither did these guards. 

As he approached the gates, Sergeant Kessler saluted him. Most of the time, she was surrounded by a small army, but the majority of their soldiers were out doing rounds. Smart move. Less people, less witnesses. It had Santi written all over it. 

At his command, the gates opened and they were home. Tom couldn’t help but smile when he saw them intact, every arm and leg accounted for and barely a scratch. 

“Well, look who finally decided to show up.” He gave each one a hug. It’d been too long. 

When he finally spotted her, he stepped back and puffed out his chest. His lips formed into a flat line as he crossed his arms. He was fully aware of his size, used it to his advantage as he scrutinized her. 

She didn’t squirm like he’d expect. Her expression remained unreadable, but she appeared to study him. 

Blue. What a stupid fucking name. 

He didn’t extend his hand, neither did she. He checked her finger for a ring - nothing. Thank God, though her nails were surprisingly clean. Enough for him to notice. 

“It’s nice to finally put a face to the name,” she said. “I’ve heard so much about you.” 

Tom curled his lips into what could translate as a smile or sneer. “Likewise.” 

Frankie blinked - she glanced over at him, uneasy. 

“The Diamond City caravan said there was a girl traveling with you,” he explained. “And they sure had a lot to say.” 

“How much did you have to pay for that?” Santi scoffed at him. 

“Couple bucks,” he lied. In fact, Molly had forced him to sleep on the couch for how much he spent. 

The stupid caravan had baited and taunted him like bratty kids: I know something you don’t know. 

“Well, I can only hope it was all good things.” She smirked. “Or, at least that you got your money’s worth.” 

Tom’s nose twitched - what the fuck did that mean? He squinted at Frankie, who gave a puny smile. 

“Why don’t we talk in your office?” Will patted him on the shoulder as if to placate him. 

Tom went over to Kessler and stared down each and every guard individually. “Make sure they know one word about any of this, and there’ll be consequences.” 

The Council building was a lone wolf aside from the wall. Town was over a half-mile down that dirt road, so they didn’t have to worry about anyone catching them. 

Benny dragged a chair from the lobby to outside of his office for her to wait. Then, he closed the door. 

“Everyone was beginning to think you guys were dead after nobody spotted you for what? A month.” 

Santi sat down in the chair across from Tom’s desk, “Yeah, we got a little held up.” 

“A little? I’d say that’s more than a little. I hope it was worth it.” 

“I would say so,” Santi said before telling him about the vault, the hall of frozen bodies and Tom could not believe that those rumors were true.

He’d nearly forgotten about the woman outside the room until they mentioned a girl, alone in a vault suit. 

Tom’s hands began to shake - his skin felt hot and stiff and too tight over his bones. They had brought the enemy into their home - into Sanctuary. 

“You can’t be serious.” Tom spotted Frankie in the corner. The gray t-shirt nearly blended into the wall. He wondered if Frankie wore it on purpose, like camouflage. 

“She’s agreed to help up,” Santi stated, too calmly. “But she does have a few conditions-”

Tom could not bear to hear anymore. He smacked his desk with a flat palm, rattling the jars of pens and pencils rattled, the picture of Molly and the girls face-planted. This was not happening. 

Santi sighed, “Look, I know you don’t want to hear this, but we need her help-”

“Fuck her help. We’ll be fine without it.” 

Santi’s gaze flickered to the thin stack of files on his desk. Tom almost flung it across the room. 

“How long’s it been since we actually found a Vault? 6 years? 7? Come on. We don’t stand a chance without her. Think about it - she’s the answer.” 

“Goddamit Santi. Don’t you feed me that bullshit.” 

“It’s not bullshit, man,” Will interjected. “She’s our best bet. We’re fucking dead in the water without her.”

Tom stared dumbly at Ironhead.

“She’s willing to go against her own family-” 

“What’s that say about her?” 

“Fuck you,” Benny shot from his seat. His nostrils flared as if he was personally offended. “You don’t even know her-”

“Oh, and you do?” A chuckle twisted Tom’s lips into an ugly sneer. This was insane. None of them knew this woman. She could be a spy or a liar of a fucking lunatic. “Fish, come on. You’re not really going along with this, are you?” 

Frankie’s gaze was slightly pained, but sure and steady as he looked at him. It plunged through his stomach - carved out his insides. He felt betrayed. He felt wronged and raw and he could barely stand the sight of him - any of them, in fact.

“I wasn’t sure at first, but -” 

“Fucking save it.”

“Just give her a chance.” Frankie’s voice was soft, pleading and suddenly, Tom realized this wasn’t just about the vaults. 

No - this was about her. They actually fucking cared about her. 

Tom stared at the plaque on the wall - ten years of service. He knew this never would’ve happened if he was still out there with them. She’d be dead or, at the very least, in cuffs. 

Tom picked up the knocked over picture frame of his family, and set it back into place. “If you’re looking for my approval on this - it’s not gonna happen.” 

“We didn’t expect you to,” Santi answered. “We just thought you deserved a heads-up.” 

Curtly, he nodded. There was nothing else to say. 

The first person to stand up was Will. He came over and squeezed Tom’s shoulder, followed by Benny and Santi. As they left, Frankie stepped in front of his desk. 

“Tom-”

“Do you actually trust her?” Tom interrupted. “Even after everything you know - all we’ve seen - what we’ve been through - you trust her?” 

Frankie’s boots scraped over the course carpet when he shuffled from one knee to the next. His hands were firmly latched on his hips, and Tom thought he was about to shake his head. He expected Frankie to say he was overruled - outnumbered - of course he didn’t trust a girl like her. 

He waited for Frankie to say no, but he nodded instead. Under the brim of his cap, his eyes were clear as he looked at Tom. It felt like a knife in his sternum. 

Tom sniffed, half of his face twitched. His anger bubbled into an uncontrollable rage. “I wonder what your dad would think of that - about all of this.” 

Frankie’s lips parted; his face blanched. The corded muscles in his neck tensed as if he was about to be sick. It was a low blow, but Tom didn’t fucking care. They had carelessly decided to bring her here, putting everyone, Molly - his girls - in danger. 

Right now, he couldn’t find it in him to regret what he said. Not even as he watched Frankie silently leave without looking back. 

—

The Council building was nothing special, despite the name. It used to be a convalescent home - Chambers was the cafeteria. 

The founders of Sanctuary had created this bench by shoving two banquet tables together, casing it with red cloth, then setting it atop a small stage on the eastern wall. 

Tom took his seat at the far, right end. The guys went first, Santi as the mouthpiece, and while he went into slightly more detail, it still didn’t sway him. Tom was rooted firmly in the opposition. 

The double doors opened and Tom frowned as she stepped in, everyone in the room stared at her.

“Damn, she’s kinda hot,” Deacon gaped and Tom rolled his eyes. 

He scrutinized her again. Just like Frankie and them, she had not bathed in days. She’d probably look much better clean because she was not ugly, he supposed. Different - but not someone who would catch his attention. 

During her introduction, she added two hundred years to her age and he gagged at her attempt to be cute. Everyone else laughed, of course, but he swore Tess could’ve come up with something better and she was eight. 

He tried - really, he did - to give her a chance, but every detail he learned about her only soured his opinion.

Her sister worked for the company, as well. Alice had been involved with figuring how to keep the vaults sustainable in the long-term. Hello - red flag? 

Her mom was the fucking lead architect - her dad was Chief Director. One of the top dogs. 

“You said earlier, you weren’t very close with your mom and sister, but what about your dad?” Kasumi twirled a pen in her hand. Out of everyone, she seemed to be the only one on the fence, though barely. These people were eating out of the palm of her hand. 

Blue frowned. For a moment, he thought she was gonna turn on the water works, but she didn’t. She seemed to swallow it down with as much grace as a shot of bathtub bourbon. 

“My dad and I were close. We have - had a good relationship.” 

“And he never said anything to you?” Tom had to interject and she shook her head. “And you never overheard anything? Nothing?” 

“Trust me, I’ve spent the last few days thinking about the same thing, trying to figure out if I missed something, but nothing has come to mind yet,” she said. “My family was pretty tight lipped about Vault-Tec. I used to think it was because they wanted me to work there - and what they could tell me was pretty limited with their NDA-”

“An ND-what?” 

“A non-disclosure agreement.” 

Preston cleared his throat. 

“From what I’ve read, it basically prevented the person from sharing information with anyone outside the company. If you did, there could be severe repercussions,” Preston clarified for him, and Tom huffed. 

Preston spent his free time reading any and every pre-war book that he could get his hands on about law and government and espionage. In another life, Preston would’ve been an attorney - or the fucking president. He was a distant relative of Barack Obama. At least, according to him. 

Again - Preston regained control and asked a few bogus questions before one perked Tom’s interest. 

“So, why you? Why did you get out?” 

She shrugged, seemingly at a loss. 

“I wish I could tell you. It had to be some mistake. There’s no other explanation.” 

Shit answer. Too bad no one else seemed to think so since Preston moved on to her version of events with the guys. 

“-so, once I had a few days to think about it, I decided to help-” 

“Why?” Tom interfered - Preston’s eyes seared into his profile. 

She raised her chin - her gaze level with his. “It’s the right thing to do-”

“And what makes you say that?” He, again, cut her off. Her head tilted in what seemed to be confusion. He scoffed. “What changed? What happened? You said it took a few days to decide, so what made you-”

“Guilt.” Her voice didn’t waver. “It became pretty clear I couldn’t live with myself if I just sat by and did nothing. It’d make me no better than them-”

“So, you think you’re better than them?” 

“Tom.” Preston hissed, but Tom’s eyes remained glued to her face. 

She swallowed - her fingers curled at her side. “I’m not perfect, but I’m not a bad person-”

“But you’re not helping us for free, right? Don’t you have conditions?”

As she let out a huff, Preston pounded on the table, a single strike of his gavel. 

He pointed the gavel at Tom’s chest and warned him, “Don’t push it.” 

Tom’s nostrils flared. There was a bitter taste in his mouth and he grimaced. 

Preston nodded at her. 

“I do have some conditions, but they’re not what you think.” 

“Go on,” Preston encouraged her, then shot Tom a pointed look. 

“I’m not just gonna hand over all the information at once. As much as you may not trust me, I don’t trust you,” she said, looking directly at him. “We don’t know each other. So, we’ll start with one vault and go from there.” 

“Would you be willing to tell us how many locations you know?” Curie thoughtfully pursed her lips as she twirled one of her box braids around her finger. 

She agreed, “Let's say around 20.” 

“The exact location?” 

“Yeah and I could get you within a mile or so of a couple others. I believe there are two, possibly three more vaults like mine, as well.” 

That was a lot of intel, but it still didn’t change his mind. 

“Okay, what’s your second condition?”

Her feet shuffled along the gritty cafeteria tile - black and white checkerboard. “Everyone in those vaults will receive a fair trial-”

Tom jolted, nearly shooting from his seat. “No fucking way-”

“It’s not just Vault-Tec employees down there. It’s families - kids - people who might be innocent.” Her jaw started to tremble. She rubbed at the center of her chest as if it burned with acid. Then, she took a deep breath. “There has to be others like me. I can’t be the only one who didn’t know. I can’t.”

“So, you’re leaving it up to us to decide whether they’re guilty or not?” Kasumi asked, her brow arched, pen stalled above her notepad. 

“Just as you’re doing for me, today,” she pointed out. He hated that she was actually kinda smart.

“Anything else?” 

“I want immunity for me and anyone else found innocent. They’ll get a chance at a new life.” 

“Is that it?” 

She hummed - nodded. 

Preston looked down both sides of the table, and with no further questions, he dismissed her. 

“The Council will now convene and we’ll call you back once a decision has been reached.”

—

You were in the lobby, waiting - pacing. Everyone, but Frankie, was knocked out. There was a soft snore coming from either Santi or Will. 

For a moment, you lingered around the double doors leading to the Council Chambers. Perhaps, if you got close enough -

“Don’t even try - soundproof.” Frankie leaned forward in the chair that must’ve been taken from a waiting room at a doctors office. It was shocking that he could fit in the space between the armrests. His legs were stretched, open wide - arms draped across the two empty chairs beside him. It was like he was purposefully taking up as much space as humanly possible. 

Groaning, you flopped onto the worn loveseat that stank of dust motes and elderly, forgotten ghosts. The ceiling tiles above you were bruised with water stains. After a moment, you rolled over onto your side and traced along the coarse, tufted buttons on the cushion, examined the pattern - maroon and amber florals, olive leaves. 

You let out a long sigh. “How much longer?” 

Frankie snorted, likely finding you dramatic. It felt like you’d been out here for hours, but it’d probably been somewhere closer to 45 minutes. If even that. 

“You’re so impatient.” 

“And you wouldn’t be?” 

His head ticked to one side - fair. 

Behind those doors, there were five strangers who were determining your future; a fact you were trying very hard not to dwell too much on. Easier said than done. 

“Would it help if I told you how great you did, again?” 

You hummed, slowly tapping your chin. “I mean, it couldn’t hurt.” 

The corner of his lips twitched with a smirk. “You were perfect.” His voice dipped low - you couldn’t tell if he was taunting you or not. Either way, it made your stomach feel warm. 

Immediately, you sat up and petted your shirt. “I was, wasn’t I?” 

He huffed out a laugh, then looked away. For a long moment, he stared at an oil painting on the wall - a lighthouse under a dark, stormy sky. He bit down on his cheek, nibbling it pensively. 

You figured he was likely thinking about Tom. Their early conversation in his office didn’t seem to go well. 

“What about you, Frankie?” 

“What about me?” His head rolled back in your direction. 

“How’re you doing?” 

He brushed you off with a wave of his hand. “Don’t worry about me.” 

“Too late.” 

The words had slipped out so easily, it seemed to surprise both of you. His eyes met yours and the double doors opened. It jolted the guys awake. 

“We’re ready.” 

Again - you entered the room with a pit in your stomach. The Council’s expressions were as blank as the King’s Guard, except for Tom, who appeared annoyed and slightly disgusted. Same as earlier. 

Despite the pounding of your heart, you managed to smile. Under the can lights, you wondered if they could see the sweat on your temples. Your hands were equally as damp as they twitched at your side. 

Preston rose from his seat. 

“After much deliberation and based on majority vote, the Council has reached a decision.” He paused and a smile spread across his face. “Blue - welcome to Sanctuary.” 

[spaceagebachelormann]

the girl is mine . -> amber von tussle

✧ warnings: none !

��� summary: amber stands up for you after you get unwanted attention from another council member

✧ ziggys notes: nobody can stop me from writing for amber she’s my pookie. also i genuinely believe that she became a better person after the movie!! based off that scene where amber yells at shelley and the song by brandy & monica ! also it’s kinda bad cause i’m getting used to writing for amber still

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“and that’s the wavin’ raven! we’ll back after a quick break!” “we’re off!”

“amber!” tracy called, sprinting over with her classic big smile which amber returned. “you did so well!”

she was joined by link, who added, “you’ve really gotten a lot better since your mom got fired.”

she laughed. it was true, she had gotten better since maybelle had started teaching them to dance instead of mrs. von tussle.

the three talked for a few more minutes while they had their quick break, joined by inez and seaweed a few moments later, not noticing the situation happening across the room.

“well, last time i heard from her, brenda said the father was—” “amber!” inez had interrupted suddenly, pointing across the room. “look!”

and there it was.

y/n, looking rather uncomfortable, backed into a corner by fender, a council member amber had never been typically fond of.

“isn’t that your girl?” seaweed joined in, a slight look of concern across his face.

amber didn’t even respond, and nobody could say anything else until she strutted over and gently took y/n’s hand and pulled her away from fender.

“y/n, baby, good job dancing today!” she said in a sweet voice, leaning in to kiss her cheek. “why don’t you go talk with tracy or corny or someone? i’ll be there in a moment.”

y/n only smiled and went to talk to inez and seaweed, since they were the closest to her because they wanted to get a better look at amber yelling at fender.

“that’s your girl? really? much rather she’d be mine, she’d probably be better off.” fender said, watching with a slight smirk as she walked off.

“i’m sorry,” amber began, trying to hide her annoyance under her sweet voice despite the tone she was taking on. “but you seem to be confused.”

“i’m anything but confused. i mean look at her! she’s pretty, smart, has a nice body—“ she had stopped listening after that, letting out a soft scoff.

“the girl is mine.” amber said in a harsh tone. “if you try something like that again, you’re gonna get kicked so hard in the d—” lucky for him, he was saved by corny, who seemed to have noticed something going on.

“fender, would you please help me make sure everyone looks perfect?” “but—“ “great!” corny gave him a charming smile with eyes that held a warning in them.

when fender was gone, he gave amber a look. “i know what he did was.. well, not right, but you can’t keep threatening everybody. go talk to y/n, after that i doubt there’s anybody else she’d want to see other than her girlfriend.”

amber only sighed and nodded, her anger fading away as she went to speak to her girlfriend, as if nothing had happened at all.

[limpfisted]

so ideally. my act 3 threads would be. wyll breaksvthe pact with his father at tav’s request after being unable to make the decision for himself, he then starts using his connections as the son of duke ravengard and also the cute kid the common people used to know, to find out where his father is located

he is no longer passive, tav will either take him to the places he wants to go, or he will go there himself

most nobles are all beholden to gortash’s mind control, or completely susceptible to his charms and idea of the steel watch. the ones that aren’t, gortash wants u to kill for him in his elaborate cat and mouse game with the player where he wants to form a proper partnership. all the while, ur also going into the lower city and helping oocal unions work against the crimes of the dead three and the guild, only for the guild to eventually side with you as theyre PROFESSIONAL criminals—and too much senseless death is bad for business.

orin keeps sending u bodies as love notes, n just fenerally appearing unhinged as both noble and merchant alike. trust no one.

orin of course kidnaps a party member. by default, i want to say its wyll as having the son of the frandduke is a better token for politics. u can realize hes a fake bc he is NOT INCREASINGLY UNHINGED N FRAZZLED IN THE SEARCH FOR HIS FATHER. before wyll is taken out, he left a map with the location of the iron throne

this then leads to u deciding between taking down the steel watch, saving the gondonians, etc, to “save” wyll, or still siding with gortash. either way u can save wyll, bc duh, but if u side with gortash, and DON’T go save ulder, he kills ulder, and wyll will try to kill him and be killed in the process.

you of course can also kill both orin AND gortash! (wyll heavily approves.)

by default, you save wyll, you then go save the gondonians and ulder, u disable the steel watch, u free florick from the prison, u free the wyrm, wyll has to make the difficult decision of whether he wants to rule baldur’s gate or be his own man,

and then u fight gortash, gortash becomes a political prisoner either under ulder or wyll, they go fight the netherbrain, the dead three are defeated, yippee

except NO, because there are still HUNDREDS of refugees outside baldur’s gate. ansur has been killed, thatsa big enough crime to start a new cult abt. the tiamut cultists want their stolen gold back from what remains of bhaals chosen. the guild has more power than ever. vanthampur hasnt been taken care of. most of the nobles believe in gortash n not the ravengards, the flaming fist is in shambles, the steel watch has turned to shit, the amnh can finally take away bg’s power from the council of the sword coast, there are TWO VACANT DUKE SEATS, elections to be had, there is literally NO SPACE for the refugees, there Awill Be a struggle of politics, wyll will gave to fend off assasination attempts as he tries to do The Right thing

theres also the githyanki, the shar thing, the vampire spawn, gale and the mystra of it all, karlach in avernus.

and they STILL HAVEN’T DONE ANYTHING TO STOP ZARIEL FROM BALDING THAT GATE!

wyll either has to go to avernus with karlach and (ur party) and try to find the sword of zariel becoming a badass hell pirate in the process, making deals with war bosses and shit, ending with the party deciding who the NEW leader of hell is

OR

wyll stays behind in bg3 and cleans up the absolute (teehee) mess left behind, while dreaming of avernus

also thus isnt “canon” to descent of avernus, but i want ulder to be like, kinda posessed by visions from baphomet that make him kind of ill, lol.

[resolvebound]

RP CANON: FAIRY TAIL DISBANDMENT – GUILDMARKS

Breaking up the guild was a decision Makarov made with the intention that it was for their own safety. Predicting an invasion from Alvarez, and knowing Lumen Histoire was their main goal, he figured Fairy Tail would be targeted and wiped out for holding it.

Of course, there were other ways he could have dealt with his concerns, without disbanding the guild, but oh well. It happened.

He made the decision, much to the shock of everyone, and gave no explanation.

The fairies lost their family, their home, and their sense of stability with that one decision of his. A great deal of them had been in the guild for more than half their life, so to suddenly be without it was unthinkable. They fought against the idea of disbandment, but when they did so and said they would simply continue without Makarov, he yelled and threatened them.

In canon, they all disperse eventually, and somehow all retain their guildmarks. I know this is to carry on the idea/hope that Fairy Tail is not truly gone etc, but it is kinda inconsistent.

With Makarov’s announcement, Fairy Tail was disestablished – removed from the list of active legal guilds. Any guild not active/recognised by the Council is counted as a dark guild, as mentioned by Levy when the guild reunites and she is working on paperwork. She states that just saying FT is back isn’t enough, and that they need to register with the Council or else they’re a dark guild. So it seems during the whole year, some of them (who didn’t join a new guild or remove the FT mark) could potentially have been viewed as ‘dark mages’.

So if a Fairy Tail mage took up a posted mission while wearing the FT mark during the time of disbandment, the job would be unable to be considered officially accepted and they would likely be committing a technical crime, and also not be entitled to any reward.

The presence of their guildmarks is a somewhat small detail really, but I’m going to say for my muses that when Makarov disbanded the guild and the members protested, he then removed their guildmarks to make the matter final.

Though viewed as the ultimate betrayal for some, Makarov felt it was the only way to stop them clinging to the guild and to force them to move on safely. The lack of guildmark was especially difficult for certain members and made the year even harder for them to bear.

And now, because in my head Gray and Juvia didn’t learn of the disbandment until a few months after the event, and because they and Natsu (probably Gildarts too), would have rushed to Magnolia if their guildmarks had disappeared (and that would change a few things too much), I’m going to say that Makarov’s magic to remove the marks was limited to those present/within range. Gray, Juvia, Natsu, and Happy were outside of that range and so their marks were retained.