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Along Came A Spider…2099

Warnings-Sexual content, and adult content. Some mentions of multiple dimensions. Rough oral sex, rough sex, fang play, size kink, breeding kink, hair pulling.

(My Spanish isn’t great, so I did use google translate to help…)

Chapter 8- In A Snap

You feel air fill your lungs and when your eyes open you see all white. You blink several times as you notice you’re in a hospital room. You go to sit up but your ribs hurt. “Baby cakes.” You turn to see your grandmother enter the room and she cups your face and kisses it.

“Oh thank you lord for keeping her with us.” She looks back down at you and you go to speak but your throat feels raw. “Be careful. Here have some water.” She brings a straw to your lips and you take a sip.

The cold liquid felt good to your throat as you lay back on the bed. “W..what happened?” You ask looking for Miguel. “You were in an accident four days ago. That goblin thing had set off some bombs that had hurt a lot of people. From what the EDC says, those bombs were laced with some toxins that if ingested, can cause your insides to liquify. You somehow inhaled more than others but it didn’t hurt you too bad. Your stomach did lose a bit of its lining but you will be okay.”

“That’s, scary. Where’s Miguel?” You ask. “He was here everyday you were in here. It took me, your grandfather and several nurses to convince him to go home and get some rest. He had wanted to be here when you woke up but he looked so tired.” You nod and hear the door open. Your grandfather walks in through the door with your friends. “Hey T!” Erica says as she walks over to you. “Hi.” You say sitting up. Monica and Jerry had placed some flowers down for you and they give you a group hug.

“I know we all just came here, but let’s let her have some rest. Baby cakes we will be back tomorrow.” You nod as your grandparents guides everyone out of the room. You look out the window and see darkness.

You hear the door open and when you turn around you expect to see your grandparents, maybe they forgot something but instead. It was Miguel.

He looked so tired and you see a bit of grey at the temple of his hair. You lift your hand to him and he comes to you. He takes a hold of you and he carefully hugs you.

He looks down and he kisses your lips. “Hi.” He breathes out to you. “Hi…you look tired. Please tell you got some rest.” He doesn’t answer you, instead he smoothed out your sheets. “You might not know it, but you had a lot of people waiting for you to wake up. Even Mr Stark had showed up.”

“He did? Wow, I’m…shocked.” Miguel pulls up a chair and he sits down. “Did you catch that goblin person?” You ask him. He shakes his head. “No, they had got away. I don’t know why they attacked that part of town like that. But if they did so to cause panic then they succeeded.”

You reach out and touch his face. He had a bit of a beard. “I’m sorry if I worried you. You look like you missed a month of sleep.” He gives a weak side smile. “Puedo dormir más tarde, mi amor. I’m just happy that you’re okay. I thought I had lost you.” You see his eyes water and you crawl over to him. “Don’t cry. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. And from how I’m feeling I’m pretty sure I’m going to be home for a while. I’m sure you’re going to get tired of me.” You tell him but he shakes his head.

“Imposible. I could never get tired of you. Now please lay back down and rest, amor.” He helps you lay back and he tucks you in. “What are you going to do? I’m sure you can’t stay here all night, the visiting hours are over.” He gives you a look letting you know that visiting hours aren’t going to stop him from staying. “Don’t worry, amor. As long as I know you’re fine, then I’ll be fine.” He yawns as he leans back in the chair.

You see him close his eyes and after a few minutes you hear his breathing evens out. You slip out of bed and you take one of your sheets and lay it across Miguel. You lean in and carefully kiss his forehead. He sighs and you decide to go use the bathroom.

When you finish up, you wash your hands and you lift your hospital gown. You see your ribs were bruised black and blue. “Damn I look crazy as hell.” You say as you smooth the gown back down. You go back to the room and make sure not to disturb Miguel.

Instead of going to sleep, you flip on the tv and watch it on the lowest sound you can manage. You start watching an old western that you’ve seen when you were little with your grandfather. The cowboys were about to ride off to the enemies territory when a the just in news headline crawls across the screen.

“The latest attack on Downtown Nueva York Residents has rocked the nation. The villain of this event is called the Green Goblin. No one knows where they’ve came from but they’re wondering has Spider-Man met his match?”

You turn to your sleeping boyfriend and worry for him. Those pumpkins that the green goblin had released could’ve hurt more people. They could’ve hurt Miguel.

You know Miguel wouldn’t want you in his line of work, but you’ll be damned if you didn’t put your tech engineering skills to use to help him. You were going to be home for a while, so why not make a few gadgets for your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man?

••••

“Where do you think you’re going?” Erica says stopping you at the door of the apartment. You sigh and lift up the trash bag. “I was going to take the trash out if you must know, mother hen.”

“Alright smart-ass, your grandparents and our friends have put me in charge to make sure you don’t choke on your oatmeal. I’m just making sure you make it another day.” You kiss your middle finger and flip her off as you head outside of the door.

As you walk to the garbage shoot, your mind starts to tinker with the secret gadgets in your room. “If I connect the green wire with the orange one, I’m sure I can get the boosters in a better recoil. But how do I stop the smoke smell?” You turn and you bump into Miguel.

“Amor, what are you doing?” He asks as he crosses his arms looking down at you. “What? Can’t a girl take out her trash in peace and not get the third degree?” He laughs at your reply as he walks back with you to your apartment.

Once he’s inside, he says hello to Erica while Milo climbs up his leg. “Hola niño.” He scoops him up and you walk to the kitchen. “Miguel, do you want anything to eat, while you’re here?” You ask him as you wash your hands. “I’m fine amor. I just came over to check on you. I heard your getting the green light on going back to work next week. You must be happy, finally leaving the house after being cooped up for the past two weeks.”

“You have no idea. But I have been keeping my mind busy. Can I show you some stuff at your place?” You ask. “Sure, amor. Do you need me to help you with anything?” You shake your head. “Nope, I’ll meet you at your place in ten minutes.”

“Hey, you better not be going over to Miguel’s place to get busy. You know the doctor said no strenuous activity for a few more days.” You glare at Erica. “Shut up.” You tell her. “Miguelito, you better get your girl. She ain’t have dick in so long she done lost her mind.”

“I’ll make sure she behaves. And we won’t do anything crazy. Amor, let’s go.” You give him a one second hand signal and you go to your room and grab your duffel bag.

Miguel eyes the bag in your hand as you two leave the apartment. “What’s in there, mi corazón?” He asks as he lets you into his place first. “I’m glad you asked, wait, let me just put this on the table. And you might want to sit down for this.”

You open your bag and place the items on the table. “So I know you don’t want me near your other job. And while I was on bed rest I was thinking maybe I can help you in another way…” You hand him the first gadget.

“What’s this?” He asks studying. “That is an exoskeleton. You can have it on under your spider suit and when you’re hit, it gives a great recoil that when hit it will be sent back 100% at the enemy. But don’t press that button, it’ll make it activate now and I’m sure you don’t want it attached to your face.” He places the gadget down. “What’s this? It’s looks like a pen.”

“Oh that is a neutralizer. It’s a base for any antidote. I’m still working the kinks out for that one but this gadget, is my favorite.” You lift up a small ball and balance it between your fingers. “That’s just a ball, amor.” You shake your head. “No, this is a web bomb. I know how your webs work, and if you ever have a web block, then you can release this and it’ll stun your enemies, in a non lethal way of course.” You hand it to Miguel and he just looks at you in awe.

“Tienes una mente increíble, mi amor.” Your face warms from the compliment. “It’s my strongest muscle, why not flex it from time to time? Oh there’s this small button on it, an-” You accidentally press it and you get sprayed with the webbing.

Miguel holds in his laugh but you shake your head. “No, it’s funny. Go ahead and laugh.” You grimace as you get the sticky substance off of your face. “Here let me help you.” Miguel helps gets the webbing out of your hair and off of your face. “You might need to go wash yourself up. You can use my bathroom. I’d say you can use the shower but I’m switching out the shower heads.”

“That’s fine, can I borrow a shirt?” You ask as you head to the bathroom. “I’ll go get you one and a towel.” You enter his bathroom and you get the bath ready.

You had left some things at his place so you use your bananas and cream bubble bath to make bubbles.

Once you strip off your clothes you dip your toes into the bathtub and you sigh feeling the hot water. You settle in the tub and relax. “This feels so good.” You say as you use some of your soap and wash your arms with your wash cloth. “Amor, I got you a shirt, and you had a pair of shorts here.” Miguel says as he pops his head in. “Thank you, baby. And I hope those gadgets help you.”

“They will, I’ll make sure I use them.” You lift your leg to clean it and from the corner of your eye you see Miguel staring. “Would you like to join me?” You ask as you blow some bubbles off of your hands. “No, because you and I both know what will happen if I join you. You won’t be getting clean only dirtier. I should go.”

“You don’t have to leave. You can just help me wash my back.” You flirt as you sit up, letting the soap and suds wash down your breasts. You hear Miguel gulp as he enters the bathroom and places your things down.

“I’m just going to wash your back and then I’ll leave the rest to you. Okay amor?” You nod as you look up at him as he kneels besides the bathtub.

You shift forward and lift your curls as you let him have access to your back to wash. As he gets the cloth soapy, you look at his biceps and bite your bottom lip. “Have your arms always been that big?”

“Sí, mi amor. Why?” He asks as he washes your back. “No reason, I guess I’ve never really took notice on how big you are. Or just how big you are in general.” Your eyes land on his crotch and he tsks.

“I know that look, Tommie. Your bruises have only just started to fade away. I can’t give you new ones.” You turn your head slightly to him. “Yes you can, you can leave bruises on my thighs. Like when you grip them. Or you can just give me love bites on your favorite parts of my body.” You take his hand and guide it under the water between your thighs.

He clenches his jaw and moves his hand. “Amor, I can’t.” He tells you. Feeling rejected you look away from him. “I understand, I…I get it.”

“I will continue being a gentleman, and I will help you continue cleaning.” You shake your head but he insists. “Amor, what man would I be if I just let you do this on your ow? But while I have you here, let me show you the shower head I purchased. It’s a double head and it has amazing pressure from what the reviews say.”

Miguel pulls the lower shower head out and he turns it on. “Déjame ver tu mano, mi amor.” You offer him your hand and he sprays the shower head, showing you the pressure. “Does it feel nice?”

“It does, I like that actually.” Miguel then sprays it against your breasts and you jerk back. “Was that too much?” He asks in a soft tone. “Not too much, it’s just my breasts are kind of sensitive.” You tell him. “Hmm, I’ll be careful. Why don’t you lean back and relax for me. I’ll have you cleaned up in no time.” He gives a smile that doesn’t quite meet his eyes and you lean back.

“Princesa, you’re almost clean but you missed an important spot.” He brings the shower head between your legs and you grip the bathtub as the water pressure massages your clit.

“Oh god.” Your head falls back as Miguel watches you. “I bet you’re going to love taking showers here more often, amor. I think you’ll love this setting even more.” He switches the setting and you jerk and grab his arm. “Mi…Miguel, right there, right there, right there.” You moan out to him. “Tommie, my sweet girl. I don’t want the whole building to hear you. Pero tengo algo para esa bonita boca tuya.” Miguel unzips his pants and you watch as he strokes himself in front of you.

“You want to taste this amor?” You nod and you reach out to touch him but he shakes his head. “First things first, show me how you play with yourself with the shower head.” He hands it to you and you watch him stroke as you let the water pressure fuck you.

Miguel stands up as he stroke from the tip all the way down to the base. “Go to the third setting, Tommie. And don’t move it until I say so, I want to watch you squirm for me.” He says as he watches you with hungry red eyes.

You switch to the third setting and you practically jerk your legs closes. “No, no, mantén las piernas abiertas.” You open your legs back up and you massage one of your breasts as you continue spraying your clit. “Someone is being loud. I’m sure the neighbors will be knocking any moment now. Keep up with that and ponte de rodillas.” He says as he moves close to you.

You get on your knees for him and he gets a hold of your hair and he slaps the tip against your tongue. “See I won’t leave any bruises on your body. Maybe just in your throat. Open for me.” You open your mouth for him and he sinks in.

He places both of his hands in the back of your head and he tells you to suck slow while you turn the setting back to the first. You do as you’re told and he bites his lip watching you suck.

“Ay…mi amor. Suck it just like that.” He starts to penetrate your mouth and you make noises with your throat. You move your hips as the water pressure causes a build up in your lower stomach. “You want me to come down your throat don’t you?” He asks as he slides his dick all the way out of your mouth. “Yes please.” You moan. “Mmm, say it in Spanish for me.” He says to you.

“Por favor, ven papi.” His eyes rolls back and he holds your head still. “Good girl, good fucking girl.” He starts bucking his hips as he face fucks you. You suck him deeper as his dick hits the back of your throat.

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” Miguel moans as he grips your hair. Your walls clench for a second as you moan and cum as he shoots down your throat. He sags a bit as he slides his dick out of your mouth. He turns off the shower head and you look at him like he’s meat and you’re a hungry lion.

“Are you sure you don’t want to leave any new bruises on my body, baby?” You ask as you suck his thumb. He gives a slight growl and he snatches you out of the bathtub not caring that you’re making him wet from the water. “Fuck it.”

Is all he says as he leads you to his bedroom…

••••

It was time for you to go back to work. You were all healed, and refreshed. When you make it to the building, earlier than normal you see Mr Stark in passing.

“Good morning Mr Stark.” You greet. “Morning Miss Valentine. I take that you’re well rested and feeling better.”

“I am sir, thank you for the time off.” He nods. “Right well be sure not to get into a situation like that again…this place would be lost without you. Now today we will be going to Trenton, there is a school there that I am opening. It’s for gifted minds.”

“That’s sounds very nice of you sir.” You compliment him. He gives a small smile but fixes his face. “Right, anyways along the way to Trenton I will make a short stop to have a meeting with Mr. D’Angelo.” You clench your jaw and give a nod.

“I’ll be sure to have all of your paperwork ready then sir.” You start walking to your office but stop only when Mr Stark calls out after you. “It’s good to have you back, Miss Valentine.” You give a nod and smile as you open your office door. I guess Mr Stark has his good days...

The stop before Trenton was making you drag your feet. As you sat with Mr Stark in his jet you had heard him talking about the current events of Spider-Man.

“…he is a mad man. And not only that, I don’t trust him. Who is the man under that mask?” He says to Bruce. “I don’t know sir, I like him. He does steady work and he keeps Nueva York safe. Besides, what about those other vigilantes? Uh their names I think they’re called the Aveng-” There was a bit of turbulence.

Once it is settled you clear your throat. “Mr Stark, I have to say I admire Spider-Man. If you recall he saved my life those weeks ago from the Green Goblin attack.”

“He is still a mad man. If he is a hero shouldn’t he want to be unmasked so he can get some credit for his so called good deeds?”

“I’m sure he has a family he has to look out for. He has enemies and those enemies would target them. What if your son were Iron Man? And his enemies targeted you and your wife? How would you feel?” Mr Stark was silent. “Miss Valentine knows what she’s talking about. I say Spider-Man is one of the good guys.” Bruce gives you a wink and you smile in a matter of fact way.

Mr Stark brings up another subject and you look at your laptop to check for updates. You get a ping and see Miguel had left you a message.

I tested out your web bomb and it works perfectly, amor.

Your heart swells with joy after reading that.

I’m so happy! Please be safe out there. And you don’t have to check up on me today, I’ll in Trenton with Mr Stark.

He writes back immediately.

I can swing to Trenton without breaking a sweat, princesa. But I will let you do your own thing. If anything happens please remember to call me immediately. I will be there.

You go to write back but you hear the flight attendants say that you will be landing soon. You power down your laptop and put your things in your bag.

When you finally land, you take your phone out and you mention to Miguel about Mr Stark having a meeting with Mr D’Angelo.

Your call screen immediately lights up. “I’ll be right there, Mr Stark I just have to answer this call.” You pick it up and walk a few feet away and answer. “Miguel, I’m working right now.”

“I know, amor. But I just want to be sure, Dana won’t be there will she?”

“I don’t believe so. Mr Stark did only mention that he was meeting with her father. I’ll be sure to keep away from her if she does pop up.”

“Okay, good. And Tommie I mean it. If you need me just call me and I will come no matter what.” How did you get so lucky to get a man like this in your life?

“Okay, now I need to get going. I love you and I’ll text you when I can.” Miguel tells you he loves you as well and you hang up, walking back to Mr Stark.

The meeting place for Mr D’Angelo was in a private massage parlor. You and Bruce share a look and he puts his hands up. “Your guess is as good as mine. Rich people are a mystery to me too.”

You go sit in the lobby and you decide to do some planning for Mr Stark’s schedule for next week. But just then something in the air was different. When you look up you see three girls enter the lobby. The first two girls were a blonde and a redhead. But the third one you knew very well.

“Oh, hello Tommie! I didn’t know you’d be here?” Dana says as she walks over and hugs you. You don’t hug her back but you give her a fake smile. “Really? Your father didn’t mention that I would be here with Mr Stark?” You just knew she was lying somehow.

“Nope, he didn’t tell me a thing. But since you’re here how about joining us? This place is the best, it has mud baths, hot rock massages and even facials.”

“Dana we could’ve went to any of the fifty ones in this cit-” Dana cuts her eyes at the redhead and then back at you. “What do you say?” Dana asks.

“Sorry, but I will decline. I am on the clock and I have some emails to answer and schedules to plan.” You tell her. She pouts like a child. “You can’t take a small break? I figured you’d want some relaxation considering what happed to you. That was truly scary. Wasn’t that scary Jules and Mellisa?”

“Definitely scary.” The blonde and redhead answered. “I am relaxed. Thank you for the offer but I just want to get back into the swing of things.” You tell her hoping she’ll give up.

“Okay, I guess I’ll leave you alone for now. But I do want to tell you I apologize for my behavior for last time. I had a few too many drinks before you came and when you left I just felt so shitty. Do you forgive me?”

Is she? Is she serious?

“Yeah, I forgive you.” You lie. “Oh thank goodness, I don’t know how I’d feel if you didn’t. Well I guess I’ll never know. I’ll let you get back to work. Have a nice day Tommie.” She walks away with her friends and you go on your phone to tell Miguel but she came right back.

“Oh! Tommie I almost forgot to tell you. My parents are holding an event and I wanted to invite you and Miguel. I’m sure you two will look so adorable dressed up.”

You keep your face relaxed when she mentions Miguel. “I’m sure we will be busy around that time.” She raises a brow at you. “Funny I didn’t mention the day.”

Shit she caught you.

“What I meant to say is that he and I are often busy these days, so it’s a possibility that we won’t be able to make it.”

“Oh alright. Well just in case you can, the dinner will be held next month, in Le Rose. I really hope you two can make it.” She walks away from you and the fake smile you had instantly goes away.

“I’m not going to that, and neither is Miguel.” You mutter as you side eye where Dana was standing moments before.

••••

It’s been a long time since you’ve hung out with your friends. So when Monica had sent a group text, you were actually looking forward to going out.

Miguel was driving you and Erica to the location and Erica was feeling a bit iffy about the plans. “…no because who told Monica that this was a good idea for all of us to try this horror restaurant? T? Miguel? I’m telling you right now. If something jumps out at me? I’m swinging first and asking questions later.” Erica says leaning between the two of your seats. “E, it’s going to be alright. I looked up the place. They have a menu that represents the different horror movies and they have a really great alcohol selection.”

“That’s why she chose this place. She’s about to get drunk. Well if that’s the case, I’m not holding her hair in the bathroom. And you two better not leave me either.”

“We will not leave you behind, Erica. Right amor?” “Right, we won’t leave you. Besides, Monica only reserved a table for us to eat and talk. It’s not like she did the group specials.”

“What’s the group specials?” Erica asks. Even Miguel looked curious. “One of them is you have a group reading. Another is where you summon up spirits to talk to them.”

“Oh no, no, no. You guys can drop me off at the next McDonald’s because I’m not playing that. Don’t look at me like that guys. We are people of color. We don’t do stuff like that. And T you know how Monica is. She will get drunk and want to do one of those activities. I don’t know about you but having the Green Goblin or the Vulture or that alien thing terrorizing the city is enough for me. Thank you.”

You take a hold of Miguel’s hand and he squeezes it. “I’m sure we’re going to have a good time. I mean what could possibly go wrong?” Erica groans from the back seat. “Why did you say that?”

When you three arrive you enter inside and see Monica and Jerry already at the booth. You all join them and you see Monica already having a few drinks in front of her. “Hi guys.” Jerry says greeting all of you. You all greet back and take your seats in the booth.

“This place-how did you find out about it?” Erica asks as she looks the menu over. “One of my co workers was telling me about this place. He said the drinks here are really good.”

“Oh the drinks…like the two you have in front of you.” Erica says through her teeth as she glances at you and Miguel. You mouth for her to behave and you look the menu over with Miguel.

“I think I’ll have the mini Freddy Krueger pizza. That sounds good, with the pepperoni and mushroom slices. What are you getting?”

“The hell-raiser sampler platter sounds good. It comes with blacked chicken tenders, fries and…bloody honey mustard.”

“Oh can I try one of your fries then?” You ask as you both decide on what you two will be eating. The waiter comes over to the booth and asks what drinks would everyone like to start with. “I’ll have another one of the child’s play margaritas.” Monica replies.

“No, she will have some water. I’ll have the we all float down here screw ball.” Erica orders. “I’ll have a refill on my not so lucky leprechaun dirty ice tea.” Jerry tells them. “I’ll just have a candy man honey whisky neat.” Miguel says. “I’ll have the dawn of the dead chocolate spiced mixer.” You all put in your food orders in as well and the waiter lets you know that the food and drinks will be ready shortly. When they walk away, you all start light conversation.

“So, Tommie how have you been?” Monica asks as she sucks down the last of her drink. “I’ve been good. I’m all healed up.”

“That’s good, Miguel I bet you’re happy. You looked miserable for those few days.” Jerry comments. “I was.” Miguel looks at you and you look away. You don’t like the thought of Miguel being miserable because of how you were hurt.

“Enough about the past, we all wanna know something. When are y’all getting married?” Erica asks as she eats one of the rolls on the table. “Well uh-”

“We will when the time is right. There’s no rush right Miguel?” You say expecting him to agree but you see he’s quiet. And you take notice but the conversation changes again.

“Miguel?” You whisper to him. “Yes amor?” He turns to you and you can’t help but ask. “There’s no rush right? To get married?”

“Amor, there is no rush, but I want you and I to be married one day. Don’t you ever think about it?” You’d be lying if you said no. You often get random thoughts about walking down the aisle and seeing your family around to witness the two of you getting married. You don’t reply but you’re grateful when the drinks make it to the table along with the food.

You look down at your pizza and change the subject. “Your food looks good.” You snag one of Miguel’s fries and take a bite, burning yourself in the process. “Amor be careful.” Miguel tells you as you try to wave him off. “Damn those are hot but the chili powder on them is good. Here have a bite of my pizza.” You offer him some but he declines and makes sure you’re okay…

After the food was devoured and the glasses were empty. You look at the devilish grin that crawled across Monica’s lips.

“Alright, now it’s time for the real fun to begin.” She says with a bit of slur in her words. “Oh nope, I’m out. Miguel, Tommie, we gotta go.”

“Come on guys, it’s nothing crazy it’s just a group reading. We can even go as couples if you guys want.” Erica scowls at her. “How do we go as couples genius? There’s five of us. And I’m not going by myself.”

“Then we can do a group of two and a group of three. I already paid and I’m not wasting my money. Let’s go to the back.” Monica sits up and Erica was pouting with her arms crossed.

“Got us doing this scary shit knowing damn well we not suppose to be doing this scary shit. Monica after tonight don’t invite me anywhere. You hear me?”

You five were lead to the back for the group activities and one of the workers speaks to you all. “Alright so you five have the group reading. Will you all be going together or in sets?”

“Erica, you’re with me and Jerry.” Monica says as she grabs her and pulls her along. Erica looks back at you and Miguel and she whimpers. “If I die, call my mama and daddy. Tell them I was brave.” Monica rolls her eyes at her. “Don’t lie to her parents.” Jerry comments as they go to the back.

As you two were left alone, Miguel holds you from behind. “Qué hay en tu mente, mi corazón?” You relax in his touch and you sigh. “I think about it, a lot. About the future with you. Sometimes it’s scary because it’s like I can see it happening right now. I can see us married, living in our own place, we have the careers we wanted and I see you coming home to me every night. But the scary part is…I feel that I’ll lose you.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” You turn to him then. “I know that. I know you’re not going anywhere, but Miguel this…this all feels like in a snap of a finger you could disappear. Or I could disappear.”

“I won’t let that happen again.” You frown at his words as you open your mouth to speak, but you’re interrupted by a loud clapping noise coming from the room. “It sounds like they’re having a good time in there, amor. Are you excited for your reading?”

“I guess so..” What did he mean by again? You wonder.

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(Bonus! I drew some Miguel art cause I was bored)

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August 7th, 2007

It's been forever since I've used this thing. I honestly thought I threw it out. Mom bought me this notebook assuming I'd use it for songs and feelings or shit like that. Instead I found my old angsty poetry and a bunch of dick drawings. Why did I expect nothing less? Anyway, Sung is probably the reason I’m writing this down. He seems like the type of nerd to journal. Speaking of Sung, I actually took his advice and started working on No Pants Dance again. It’s actually sounding pretty rad if I do say so myself. I’m still kind of embarrassed about showing it off, though. Mom came in earlier today while I was working on it, and I totally freaked out. Luckily, (I think??) she noticed the random traffic cone Sung had brought home from the Atomic Hawk. He said he needed to "study it further". I just hope the construction guys he took it from didn't notice. He better help me think of an explanation for why I have it. I think Mom is genuinely starting to worry about me, even more than usual.

Ship's log 08-87007

The findings from Mission Atomicawk were a total success. I don’t care if that is not the name of the food place, the human said it was close enough. From my observations humans have stricter social habits than I initially realized. Honoring Stone's request, I did as his brother would do. I stayed silent, and did not speak unless spoken to, or if it wouldn’t listen laughter from the group. It’s strange to me, how those were. The only times the human feels qualified to speak. It continued like that throughout the night. According to Stone that is a common occurrence on earth. Fascinating. I need to conduct additional research and what better subjects than my own bandmates? I will report my findings as ASAP as possible. The human taught me that.

August 11th, 2007

Sung and I are freaking the fuck out at the moment. I mean, changing emotionally is one thing, but we did something NUTS today. Even he was confused. At what he called "musical combat training", it was going pretty well. I was having fun playing, the guys thought I was funny, Stan even complimented me directly, instead of referring to the group and tacking me on at the end. Everything was fine until I went to tuck my hair behind my ear. It was more pointy than usual. I booked it to Andy’s bathroom and sure enough, they were Sung's ears, alright. I had no clue what to do, but luckily Sung reminded me about the disguise from the other night. Thank God I forgot to take it out of my backpack. I put them on and no one noticed until dad picked us up. The second I got in the van he asked about it. I told him I was trying something new, and he didn’t believe that for a second. I should feel more freaked out about this, but honestly, the fact that Sung is nervous about this too, is kind of comforting.

Ship's log 08-81200727

Holy shit, I have a ton of findings to report! First, I inquired about my colleagues pasts which led to interesting results. Lord Phobos informed me he felt a similar way to the human. The key difference being that while his choices were made for him, the human chooses not to make a choice. Both circumstances seem to have left them with profound levels of anxiety and loneliness. Commander Meouch was slightly harder to crack. He wouldn’t tell me anything directly, but I did overhear a conversation between him and Lord Phobos. Apparently, his rough exterior is a defense mechanism developed over his time with those brutish smugglers. To take his words, when the smugglers hit him around, he hit them right back, even harder. Havve's story was quite similar. Deemed unworthy of artificial life, he was tossed aside at the first imperfection. It was strange hearing these stories. My empathetic inclination acted in a way I’d never felt before. I was genuinely sad for them, independent of influence, coming from deep within my being. It was unexpected. Just like the accident at the human's musical combat training. I needed to know why. For the first time in my life I wondered what exactly I was. I didn’t find anything definitive, but I didn’t find a damn close match in a study on ancient galactic beings. I found this description of a being made of star dust and soundwaves, that was traditionally solitary, and could perceive the emotional energies of lifeforms around them. The most damning piece of evidence came from the last sightings of these beings; 13 billion years ago. I read the rest of the study, completely engrossed, finding similarities between myself and the descriptions. Suddenly I found the explanation for the unique incident:

"I theorize that due to their impermanent, genetic makeup, if the species were to take a host for an extended period of time, eventually the two beings would fuse into one. Each retaining half their genetic makeup, but still remaining whole. They would live as a fully new, being, not remembering their separation." - Prof. Rakken Heliat.

I must tell the human at once. As much as I’d love to test the theory, I fear it may be permanent. I couldn’t do that to either of us. I have a mission, a noble purpose. He has a life, a loving family. I couldn’t selfishly take that from either of us. I’ll discuss it nonetheless.

August 19th, 2007

Holy shit, I think they’re onto me!! Mom and dad have noticed for sure!!! Last night while Sung(who has been weirdly quiet recently) and I were trying to sneak out, we heard them talking about me. They heard on the news that if your kid is super distant and weird they're probably on drugs. They don't genuinely believe that shit, RIGHT?? To be fair I am writing this in my room with my disguise on. I somehow woke up with Sung's eyes and ears so I’ve been in here all day. Sung won’t answer me. I KNOW YOU'RE THERE ASSHOL

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"Hey, pal."

Jack jolted at the sudden sight of his dad, standing in the doorway with the dad look that Jack knew anywhere.

"Whatcha up to, bud?"

"J-just writing." He adjusted the sunglasses in case his dad could see the cosmic horror that lie beneath, but it only made him more suspicious.

"Ok, kid. Cut the bull. What's going on with you?"

"Uh, I..." His mind begged for Sung's help, but he still didn't answer. "Come on, man!" He muttered.

"Alright, take off the sunglasses"

"What? I can't!"

"Take em off or I'll take em, your choice, kid." Curt ordered.

"I really can't. You just have to trust me on this one, dad." The panic in his voice was barely hidden. Either he let his parents think he was on drugs or he let his parents think he'd gone insane. Both were terrible options to be fair.

"Please, dad. Trust me."

Curt paused for a moment before backing away from the door.

"Ally!"

"No! Please don't tell mom!"

Ally dashed up the stairs to see her husband and son pulling the bedroom door open and shut, specifically Jack nearly pulling the doorknob off.

"Jack! What is going on?" She scolded.

Jack paused to come up with a plan. He couldn’t lie to his Mom. He couldn’t lie to either of his parents. What was the alternative? Reveal his recent disfigurement and scared of the hell out of them. What would they say? How would they react? The fear he felt while telling Stone was tripled in this moment, he felt paralyzed.

Curt ripped the hat and sunglasses from Jack's head, expecting to find large pupils or red eyes. Both parents screamed upon seeing their son's face. Fortunately, Jack wasn't there to see it.

"The initial state of bewilderment will pass I assure you."

The parents stood in shock, unsure what to make of this situation. Sung sighed as he took a step forward, but the adults recoiled in response.

"Greetings. I did not anticipate we'd meet this way. I sincerely apologize for any terror and apprehension I have caused."

"What the hell have you done to my son?" Ally demanded.

"I was just getting to that. I-"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU KNOW, STANLEY?" Curt shouted into his cellphone.

#twrp #twrp band #twrp au #twrp origins #doctor sung #oc character #my fic

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moriartyluver · 2 years ago

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FALSE LOVERS CHAPTER VIII

WARNING: this chapter contains detailed descriptions of violence and slight implications of SH but not really directly mentioned

"AH, SO THIS IS WHERE you've wandered off to, doll," a voice called out to (name) in the dark room, making her hairs stand on end. "I see you've found my little..operating room."

(Eye colour) eyes landed on the tall man as she turned around. They were brimming with tears while her (lip colour) bottom lip was quivering. She held back a stream of wails as she made eye contact with him.

"All these pathetic maids," said Edward Ashfordshire as he slowly approached the woman in front of him. She backed away slowly, the only sounds coming from her were the clacking of her heels which eventually halted as her lower back hit the edge of one of the tables in the basement. "..could never compare to the beauty and grace you exude."

The woman in question felt her hand brush against a stain of dried blood which seemed to have absorbed into the rough wooden table. She could already feel the splinters digging into her soft skin.

"What is this..are those r-real people..?" She asked with a stutter, feigning ignorance as she tried to maintain the facade of the timid and fearful woman, the persona exactly opposite of Lady (name) (last name). As he continued moving, (name) found herself leaning against a wall.

Ashfordshire stroked his stubble as if it were a full grown beard and leaned forward, trapping (name) between his oddly short arms. "Hm? You found this place by mistake then, and not by curiosity?" He asked rhetorically. (Name) remained frozen in fear, unable to say another word. "I had assumed that you broke in but now it seems I was foolish and forgot to lock the door. That bloody maid must've given you the wrong directions, my flower."

'Or rather, this was all planned, you foolish man'

(Name) trembled as she looked around for an escape, but with no avail. "Please don't hurt me, my Lord! I promise I won't t-tell anyone!!" She exclaimed in a panicked tone.

Lord Edward laughed as (name) looked at him in confusion. "I am so incredibly sorry, sweet cheeks, but that is the only wish I cannot grant you."

"You aren't going to turn me into one of them..are you?!" She said frantically, leaning further away from his face. Ashfordshire responded negatively to this gesture, grabbing (Name)'s gloved wrist, his grip incredibly tight and painful.

"Oh how wonderful this is! I had thanked the heavens for nights after you approached me first at that recent ball, and with such innocent enthusiasm too!" Ashfordshire's face contorted into a repulsive grin, his breath tickling against her face. She had to resist the urge to vomit then and there. "And now i am able to add the rarest prize of them all to my collection, my own to use and do with as i please!"

How could he be so comfortable to say such things to the victim he was speaking to? (Name) felt real disgust as he continued talking. The way he spoke of her made her almost resort to taking her weapon and killing herself on the spot.

"And look at you, so submissive for me, so beautiful. No, that wouldn't be anywhere close to capturing the exotic appearance you hold. It's like a collectors item has made its way into my hands!" He continued while (name) grew more and more agitated, closer and close to snapping. "Don't make that face, gorgeous, you may be radiant no matter what you do, but I would much prefer a scared look to a mean one when I have you killed, after all, there is no escape."

This statement caused (name)'s (eye colour) eyes to widen. The man before her noticed this and explained further as (name) felt her throat dry.

"That meal you had, I slipped some poison in there after it was prepared and laid out before you," his grin widened "what? You didn't expect me to use methods that would cause any markings on you, did you? I could never! Even a single small scar on your face was decrease your value to me by tenfold, therefore I can't use a knife or gun unless necessary, unlike how I did upon these harlots you see around this room of mine."

She finally managed to croak out a few words "you're a sick man!" She exclaimed, tears running down her face as her makeup smudged slightly.

"That's more like it. A scowl doesn't suit you, pumpkin. These tears, though, are much more attractive. Seeing a woman, rumoured to be so strong, like yourself falling apart at my hands really is enticing. It's like I'm a deity of some sort. Like Neptune taming a sea-horse!" He continued to ramble on, unaware of (name) reaching down to her skirt, rolling it up slightly to reach her thigh and pull her favourite dagger out of its sheath.

"Am I really going to die..?!" She whispered in anguish, tears still flowing down her cheeks. A pale and callous hand reached to her face and held it closer to him, making (name) even more uncomfortable than earlier, which she had seen as practically impossible, but as usual, men were full of surprises.

Lord Ashfordshire inspected her face, inches away from his own. Each time his thumb ran itself along her face, she was closer and closer to considering stabbing him right in the chest.

A disturbing smirk painted the man's face "Of course, and you'll end up as my most prized possession, what an honourable way to die, doll.." he said, placing a kiss to her free hand. His lips were dry and gave her an terribly uncomfortable feeling, unlike whenever William would kiss her hand like a true gentleman despite being so irritating. Was William still in the dining room? She thought. "Ill wait a while till you die from the poison, maybe I'll continue toying with you further, and then once you die, I'll remove your organs and have you stuffed and taxidermied like an exotic animal."

The constant reminder of being exotic had started to get to her. If she hadn't any sense, she would have cut his tongue out by now.

"By the way," Ashfordshire started again, not even giving (name) a chance to speak as his hand inched closer to her throat "what's this in your hand?"

Ah. He had finally seen the dagger.

'How stupid..'

He roughly grabbed her other hand and took the dagger from her, threatening to stab her right in the chest as the blade was only a mere centimetre away from her.

"Don't fight it. I should have know such a cunning woman would have something up her sleeve, or rather on her thigh." He laughed obnoxiously, as if he were funny. (Name) on the other hand was not laughing, instead her timid look had shifted to a glare. Back to her original self, one could suppose "still, having the gem of (home country) at my mercy really is thrilling, even if she is more of a pathetic whore than I thought..after all you brought another man to our little dinner date...It seems the poison is taking quite a while so I may as well have some fun with you whilst I have the chance.."

"Don't you dare fucking touch me, you son of a bitch." She spat, much to Ashfordshire's surprise. "And don't you ever call me a pathetic whore. Or any other woman for that matter. Women are not yours to use as you please, you bracket faced fumbler."

The nobleman pressed the blade to (name)'s chest, not hesitating to kill her then and there, contrary to his previous statements.

Except the blade was a fake. A mere prop in which the blade would retract when force was applied to it.

This was planned.

Just then, (name) quickly kicked him in the crotch and rushed to the other end of the room, looking for a weapon to take him down with as he groaned in pain.

She couldn't find anything until she spotted a scalpel on a little operating table but was beat to by Ashfordshire who took the blade, tripped her over and pinned her to the ground, ready to dissect her whilst she still breathed and her heart still beating.

The (hair colour)-ette winced at the sharp pain in her leg, which had broken her fall before Ashfordshire managed to trap her onto the filthy floor

This was not planned.

(Name) mentally scolded herself for not planning every single outcome. She couldn't die. Not here anyways. And not yet either. What would Josephine do without her? What about William who had put faith in her to take on Ashfordshire on her own? What about the little girls of high society who she wanted to help achieve the same goals as men?

Well, she supposed, another could always come along. William could take Josephine under his wing and she knew she would get along well with Louis too. William would find another person to trust, although (name) secretly disliked the thought. Another role model could come around to advocate for women's opportunities to be equal to that of men.

No. None of that would do. She had to live. She had to kill Ashfordshire, if not for herself then for all those she cared for.

(Name) felt a hand wrap tightly around her throat, but before he could choke her to death, she let out a loud yell, overexerting her voice box as far as possible to signal she needed backup. A pale, large hand clasped itself over (name)'s mouth attempting to muffle any sounds she made. In retaliation, she bit down on it. The nobleman grimaced and instantly moved his hand away.

"You bastard. Get off me, you oaf..!" (Name) struggled beneath the dark haired man but he still had her arm in his other and wasn't planning on getting off her any time soon. The woman continued cursing him out in (mother tongue), words that he could not understand but could tell by her tone were certainly not compliments.

Suddenly, as if on cue, the door burst open, and (name) expected to see the muscular former solider, Moran, who was stationed in a room above the basement for backup,but instead, her eyes widened to see William, stood right at the door with a look of pure rage in his eyes and an unreadable expression otherwise.

It had all happened rather fast to (name), one moment Ashfordshire was about to take her life and the next, she was sat by the side, watching William make the disgusting man regret even being born.

As soon as William saw the hand shaped bruise on (name)'s neck and the scalpel threatening to cut her, he didn't even need a weapon to administer a thorough beating upon the demon before him, it was as if he were a feral beast. He quickly shoved him off the woman and guided her away to the side, draping his blazer over her shoulders because her dress had been torn before he beat Lord Ashfordshire bloody, insulting him with each punch and smack. Within seconds his face was bruised and bloody, his teeth had fallen out and he overall looked more of a mess than he did when not injured. Upon hearing his terrified screams, the noblewoman couldn't help but smile, even laugh slightly at his suffering.

Amidst all the screeches and groans of pain, the bloodied man had managed to utter one sentence with a laugh and the disgusting grin (name) had seen earlier had cursed his face once more.

"There's no point.." he choked as William stood up, looking down at the pathetic man with the utmost silent disgust "there's no fucking point in beating me up now..she gonna die anyways..ha...I poisoned that bitch, she'll be dead before you know it...she's just using you to get her own satisfaction like she used me"

"When the hell did I ever use you, you piece of shit?" She called out monotonously from the other end of the room.

William didn't look towards her and instead stamped on the Lord's face, which couldn't be ruined because it was already ugly, then repeatedly kicked him, crushing his internal organs with the ultimate goal to kill the disgusting bastard beneath him. Eventually it had gotten to the point that he could no longer breathe, probably because his broken ribs had punctured his lungs.

The most painful part for the fallen noble was that he was still alive. Even after being beaten he was still alive and breathing, albeit very poorly, and apart from the fear, all he could think of was how much he wished he had stabbed that foreign whore when he had the chance.

William had removed the scalpel from his hand, which Lord Edward had clutched so hard that his own hand was bleeding and was about to stab him with it to finally kill him but was stopped by (Name) who stood up and made her way over to the blond, placing her hand on his shoulder, with his jacket still draped over her own and pulling the scalpel out of his blood stained hands forcefully. She wrapped her arm around his torso and pulled him close to her whilst he rested his head on her shoulder, not saying a word.

"I thought I told you, Moriarty, I wanted to be the one to kill him," (name) said seriously but then chuckled and smiled., real tears threatening to fall from her eyes "Thank you, William"

"He's not dead yet," he muttered against the collar of her dress. "If you really wish to kill him then take the scalpel and cut his neck, although I'd much rather you not filthy your hands and have this bastard die slowly and painfully"

(Name) raised an eyebrow at his words then smirked and patted his back affectionately before keeling down with William still resting against her.

"Even hell is too lenient a punishment for you." She whispered into Ashfordshire's ear before she slit his neck quickly and let him bleed out before rising once more. She kicked his lifeless body after a few minutes to check he was dead and confirmed it.

The devil was gone.

As they left the room, (name) took out a familiar embroidered handkerchief and wiped the blood of William's face gently as she stood before him. He remained quiet, which (name) had assumed might have been because of how much energy he had exerted whilst trying to kill the now dead Ashfordshire.

"You kept it.." William eventually whispered as (name) cleaned off some blood from his nose.

She looked at the now red cloth in her hand and ran her thumb against the embroidered 'W.J.M' "I did.."

"You aren't hurt, are you? I'm sorry I arrived so late..it must've been frightening." He worried as he placed his hands on her shoulders then remembered what Ashfordshire had said earlier "Please tell me he was bluffing about the poison-"

"I'm immune to a most poisons. I'll be fine." It was true.

As a child, her mother had given her small doses of common and rare poisons alike, gradually increasing the dosage day by day until she became immune to large amounts of poison. As the only daughter of the Grand Duke and Duchess, they feared (name) would get assassinated by a power hungry family so in an attempt to protect her, she had been trained to be resistant to poison and become skilled with both the sword and martial arts to prevent any physical harm befalling the girl.

"I should be asking you the same thing," she said after a moment. "You really showed that son of a.. I mean, you delivered a good punishment upon that dead lord."

William smiled and took (name)'s hand into his own and brought it up to his cheek, feeling the warmth of her skin through the glove against his cold yet flushed face. "I'm alright aswell, I'm sorry..I lost my composure, (name)"

Instead of responding with words, (name) pressed her lips against his now clean cheek as a thanks, whispering another 'thank you' into his ear. The man had a look of surprise on his face as his ears and cheeks grew even more pink than before and it wasn't because of the cold weather.

The lady wiped his lipstick stained cheek with her gloved hand but was interrupted by Moran and Fred who had come out to check on the duo. Fred had tried earlier when he heard (name) yell for help to enter through the trap door but as if by a strange coincidence, the door was jammed and wouldn't open so he went to go and retrieve Moran to get into the basement to act as back up, except they were a little too late.

"Ah, William, you dealt with Ashfordshire already?" The colonel asked, watching as (name) backed away from the man in embarrassment.

William nodded as (name) said "Unfortunately his body isn't very intact, so we'll have to dispose of it another way, any ideas?” Even though she had known the pair for a day, she easily was able to take authority as give commands to them in regard to the plan.

“Feed his filthy corpse to pigs,” William muttered once more, causing (name) to laugh quietly.

The story they had chosen to go with was the following:

Lord Edward Ashfordshire was to go bankrupt and had many loans to pay off. He ran away and left behind his manor in fear of tax collectors finding him. Detectives would come to investigate, eventually finding the stuffed corpses in his basement and exposing his misdeeds to the public.

(Name) had arranged for the remaining staff to be sent to other noble families who she trusted and once the corpses were discovered, she had payed for each of the deceased maid’s funerals and made sure they were remembered in the most dignified way possible. The manor where Ashfordshire once lived was rumoured to be cursed and haunted by Ashfordshire’s spirit, who had been assumed to have died of suicide and madness shortly after his disappearance.

Josephine, all her colleagues and any other potential future victims of Ashfordshire had all been avenged and that brought (name) great satisfaction.

After all, Ashfordshire had severely underestimated the power a ‘dumb’, ‘submissive’ and most of all ‘exotic’ woman could hold.

As planned, he had died at the hands of the same lady he wished to break, the unbreakable Lady (name) (Last name)

BONUS:

“Welcome home brother, Ashfordshire has received his rightful punishment,” William reported as he greeted Albert who had just arrived home.

“I see you were right about Lady (last name) being a valuable member to be added to our team,” Albert smiled “Well done.”

As Albert watched William eventually leave to return to his office, he noticed a little red mark on his younger brother’s cheek. The corners of his lips turned upwards in a smirk as he called out to him.

“Oh William, you have a little something on your cheek“ and the door to his office slammed shut as William wiped at the stain furiously, unable to stop the heat rising to his cheeks.

A/N: Gawd damn this chapter was longgg 3k+ words wow. There’s a lot to unpack here but feral liam??? 😍😍. Poor fl bro. She’s been through it. And yes I did add them being all cute after brutally killing someone so what. Again, pretty long chapter so I don’t know whether I should apologise or not lol. Have a nice day because the proposal, meeting the parents and wedding chapters are all next hehe

#—a’s anons 💄#moriarty the patriot #william james moriarty #william moriarty #william moriarty x reader #mtp william #yuukoku no moriarty #yuukoku no moriarty x reader #moriarty the patriot x reader #yuumori x reader #—false lovers 💋#william james moriarty x reader

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dhr-ao3 · 8 months ago

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Seven Minutes.

Seven Minutes. https://ift.tt/1QjDgyM by Geografica 11 years after the final battle of the Second Wizarding War, Hermione finds herself working for the ministry of the New Order, lead by the King and Queen; Lord Voldemort and his wife. While sent on a mission to the United States, she meets 'The Fox.' a seperate fighter for the same cause of the New Order, in the United States. After meeting him she comes to realise that everything that she thought she knew about her time at Hogwarts, was a lie and as her world comes crashing down, she must figure out how to not only deal with her new perspective, but also figure out a plan to overthrow the indestructible King and Queen. I just want to make it abundantly clear that this isn't a happy light story; it's dark. Look at the tags for any potential triggers. I will try to add triggers in the notes before each chapter. If you come across any tags that I forgot to add, please let me know. This story starts off in 2009, but the majority of the story will be told in Chronological order, starting at the summer before the first year of Hogwarts. Words: 4212, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con, Underage Categories: F/M Characters: Harry Potter, Original Female Character(s), Draco Malfoy, Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Tracey Davis (Harry Potter), Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson, Nott Sr. (Harry Potter), Lucius Malfoy, Rabastan Lestrange, Rodolphus Lestrange, Sirius Black, Bellatrix Black Lestrange, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Ginny Weasley, Severus Snape, Albus Dumbledore Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Original Female Character(s), Tom Riddle/Original Female Character(s), Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Tracey Davis/Blaise Zabini, Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Theodore Nott/Everyone, Theodore Nott/Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Original Character(s), Original Character Death(s), Alternate Universe - Voldemort Wins, No Horcruxes, Smut, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Minor Character Death, Rape/Non-con Elements, Consensual Underage Sex, Underage Rape/Non-con, Battle, Post-Battle of Hogwarts, Mystery, Flashbacks, Espionage, Alternate Universe - Hogwarts, Hogwarts Era, Possessive Tom Riddle, Protective Draco Malfoy, Possessive Behavior, Praise Kink, Emotional Manipulation, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Aftermath of Torture, Psychological Torture, POV Original Character, Original Character-centric, Explicit Language, Rough Sex, Violent Sex, Manipulation, Past Child Abuse, Child Abuse, Child Neglect, Sane Tom Riddle, POV Draco Malfoy, POV Hermione Granger via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/cMaltns April 30, 2024 at 06:30PM

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tokiro07 · 1 year ago

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Undead Unluck ch.168 thoughts REDO!

The bulk of this week's review wasn't directly related to Undead Unluck, so I'm going to delete that one and rework it into its own standalone post later. This post is going to start the same as before, but now it's going to address a point I meant to talk about and simply forgot because I got sidetracked

So, once again:

[Time for School]

HIGH SCHOOL! AU! HIGH SCHOOL! AU!

Man, this was one of the funniest chapters in a long time, from Fuuko ripping open Shen's eye to force Untruth onto Feng to Feng realizing that he's been reduced to a gym teacher and won't get to fight anyone, I was laughing start to finish

I really needed it, too, I was having a rough day at work (when normally Jump day is my day off...), and this chapter cheered me right up!

Shen and Mui's relationship developing into an actual romance of course was a great way to start us off, and seeing Fuuko continue to wrap Feng around her finger gives me great hope for how his character is going to interact with the story going forward, but of course the real meat of this chapter was the Union infiltrating Chikara's school

I'm sure that Tozuka will think of a way to actually incorporate everyone into the plot to save Chikara's parents, but man...do they really need to be here? I think that any one of them would be sufficient to stop a truck from hitting some pedestrians, and yet here everyone is, wearing costumes and faking credentials to get close to an underage boy

Boy, sounds bad when you put it like that...

Anyway, of course this is the mission that Fuuko is the most excited about. Fuuko's greatest regret is that she couldn't live a normal school life, so while this is clearly wholly unnecessary to helping Chikara, it's absolutely vital to Fuuko to do this. I imagine it's going to help endear the group to Chikara, too, but this isn't really about him. It's the one truly selfish thing that I think Fuuko is going to be doing in the series, and she deserves it! Treat yourself, girl!!!

And again, there is no need for her to bring everyone else along if she just wants to play high schooler. But let's be honest, there was no way she wasn't going to bring them along. Not only would she want all of her loved ones to be present for what is going to be the most important side quest of her life, but consider this: NO ONE ELSE HERE HAD A NORMAL LIFE EITHER!

Shen and Mui grew up on the street, Billy's been a mercenary for lord knows how long, Sean was in the cartel! I could go on! Sure, a lot of them probably went to high school normally and had these experiences already, but their lives have been screwed up for so long by this point that it'd definitely be good for them to have a taste of normality. Not even just by virtue of being Negators, the way that everyone here has lived their lives has simply been abnormal, so letting them have normal jobs and normal friends is a great way for them to get a basic idea of how their lives could look once everything with God is resolved. Many of them likely won't choose a life like that, but still, having that perspective could really change the trajectory of their lives by expanding their horizons

I just think it's a shame that so many other characters don't get to be here. Sure, world-famous boxing champion Void Volks and American military captain Creed wouldn't make much sense to be here, but c'mon...you did this arc BEFORE recruiting Tatiana?!

The other girl who missed her entire adolescence??? The other girl who can never touch another person??? THE GIRL WHO CHIKARA HAS A CRUSH ON??? She would have been perfect! ...Assuming that she won't be stuck in Sphere this time...oh god, that's probably why, she's still going to be in Sphere and wouldn't be able to go to school...

Also sad that Andy can't be here, but it was established LOOONG ago that he can't pass for a kid in this very school, so while it would be nice to see Fuuko and Andy play high school sweethearts, it would definitely be tricky to pull off. But who knows, maybe this is where we'll finally get him back? Probably not, but I'd like it

I don't expect to see much if any combat in this arc, but weirdly, I'm perfectly okay with that. I'm really excited to see a more domestic look at this cast, and as we've established, Tozuka is just super funny, so this is probably going to be, at least for the next couple weeks, a fantastic slice-of-life manga. I know I said it about the Hong Kong arc too, but I think this is the most excited I've been about an Undead Unluck arc

It definitely says something about Tozuka's quality as an author that he's made me say that two arcs in a row

#undead unluck #fouryearsandananime #4y1a reviews

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biffhofosho · 2 years ago

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Prisoner to Temptation | Chapter Two

Word Count: 7.8k

A/N: Rough, rough, rough week last week, so I didn’t get this out as planned. Needless to say, I was more than happy to teleport to another universe with Prince Chae Hyungwon tonight. *sob*

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Most of the royals who had attended the ill-fated ball had stayed at the khan’s palace for a week after, which meant a tedious amount of handshaking and bowing and simpering, which had drained Naran of most of her spirit. Prince Hyungwon had been by her side through much of it, and he seemed to wear far better than she—not that she’d asked—but even his shoulders had slumped by the end of the week.

Though obligation now bound them, the couple did not converse with each other as they had to with others. It wasn’t for the prince’s lack of trying, but Naran had no heart for anything but the bare minimum of politeness no matter how relentlessly handsome he was, especially after spending hours sitting between the Empress of Goryeo and her own mother as they talked wedding plans over her head. To be fair, the ladies tried to include the princess, but she just waved them off with as pleasant a “as Your Highnesses wish since you know best” as she could manage.

Her dowry had to be negotiated, too, which felt much more like haggling with the town grocer over the price of a sack of potatoes. For that, Naran chose to leave the palace entirely and breathe the fresh air in the palace gardens. Under the open sky and before the might of the mountains, she forgot everything that was and tried to imagine what could once have been. Maybe she could steal a horse from the stable tonight and go for a ride before she had to return to her palace in Urga to collect her things. Just the thought of packing up her life brought a fresh wave of nausea.

She took a deep breath. Morning was giving way to the day, and the damp fog had burned away before the yellow sun. The world smelled of greenery and faintly of the horses across the grounds.

“I thought I might find you here.”

Naran swiveled and found her betrothed approaching. Her exhale came out in a choked cough.

“What are you doing here, my lord?”

“Queen Jigme sent me to find you.”

Naran narrowed her eyes, but it was for her mother this time. “Of course she did. Have I finally been weighed and measured?”

“I have no idea. I stay as far away from those discussions as I can.”

“You're as shrewd as your father then, I think.”

“And you're as tenacious as that weed,” observed Hyungwon is he nodded toward a small bundle of feathery-headed flowers clustered beneath one of the hedgerows.

Naran shot him a withering look. “The prince is off to a terrific start with his future wife by comparing her to a nuisance.”

“Hey,” he said. Hyungwon reached for her but stopped just before he touched her. His ears were pink, and his expression was strained. “My apologies, my lady. That's not what I meant at all. I meant you are the kind who thrives in places no one expects you to. You can withstand anything. Besides, it is a pretty flower.”

“It’s covered in thorns,” Naran quipped. “I thought you were supposed to be good at talking to women.”

The prince sighed. “Actually, my kingdom, my rank, and my looks do most of the talking for me. Often, I say very little, so in the interest of being a little less awkward, I’ll just say you're very beautiful today, my lady.”

“Yes, well, I think my mother is afraid you'll rescind your proposal, so she has subjected me to an hour’s worth of preparation every morning since.”

“That’s not it,” Hyungwon insisted with a gentle shake of his head before his fingers gripped a lock of loose black hair along her jaw. “It's the way the wind frames your face. The wildness suits you.”

In that moment, Naran swore the wind stopped just to spite her. She took a step back and cleared her throat. “You do not need to flatter me, my prince. It’s not necessary because I can’t go anywhere. Our fate is already bound.”

“As you wish,” he said, but out of the corner of her eye, she caught him studying her.

Naran had told Hyungwon her vanity didn’t need to be fed, but with the side of her skin still burning at the mere proximity of his touch, she could admit to herself that his words had swelled a certain pride in her chest. Then she remembered he had compared her to a weed and it tempered. Instead, she plucked the nuisance plant herself only to get jabbed by its prickly stem as its last protest. Reluctantly, she had to concede that maybe his metaphor wasn't as far off base as she'd like to believe.

“Are you all right?” he asked as he craned his head to inspect her finger, but Naran clutched the injured digit to her chest. He was far too close as it was.

“It's nothing, your grace. We have these back home, too. I’ve pricked my fingers on them hundreds of times. I guess I never learned my lesson.”

“Too busy trying to make a point?” the prince suggested with a raise of an eyebrow.

Through gritted teeth, she replied, “I suppose.”

“Shall I see you back inside then?”

Naran shook her head. “I’m not ready to go back in there. The air is so much easier to breathe out here.”

“Then I shall wait out here with you.”

“That’s not necessary, Prince Hyungwon—”

“Of course not, but you’re right. The air is sweeter here.”

The princess resigned herself to the company. She would have to get used to it soon enough anyway, but she was hoping for a bit more time to herself before all of it was stolen from her. Even though the prince made no further attempts at conversation, he also showed no signs of leaving, and while the silence wasn’t awkward, Naran felt obligated to say something.

“I take it it’s rather crowded in Goryeo.”

Hyungwon shrugged a shoulder as he surveyed the countless steeples and spires that pierced the skyline beyond the palace walls. “The cities are, especially Namgyeong, but we have a home in the country, too. It’s smaller and much more secluded. It’s my favorite. Sometimes it feels like the only place I can think.”

At this, Naran’s interest reluctantly piqued. “Are there mountains?”

“Many, and a river that, in the summer, sometimes turns the exact color of the sunset so you cannot tell where earth and sky exist apart from each other.”

“Really?”

The prince nodded, a slight smile on his face. “It’s as though it’s been painted that way. Other times, there are rivers of clouds swirling between the mountains instead of the water below.”

Swaths of emerald and pearl unfurled in her mind as Naran drifted with the vision Hyungwon had conjured. Beside her, his gaze trained on her misty-eyed profile.

“There are hot springs nearby, too,” he added.

“Hot springs? I’ve only ever heard of those. They sound…”

“Healing?” he suggested.

“Magical.”

Hyungwon outright grinned now, and it transformed his face into that of a boy’s. “I'll take you to them, Princess. One day soon.”

That was Naran’s ice-cold reminder of their contract, and as gentle as the prince’s words sounded, they were mere obligations that came with fulfilling their terms.

“As you desire, my lord.”

His smile vanished with her intrigue, and idly, they strolled around the palace gardens, the prince always a step or two behind her, which only managed to provoke the princess. Men always wanted to set the pace as well as the route. With his long legs, Hyungwon should have been eating up the pathways. What was he doing back there?

Eager to end what was becoming an increasingly uncomfortable walk, Naran rounded a corner back to the palace proper, and just as the doors came into view, the prince spoke: “Do you know any Goryeon?”

“I’m afraid not, my lord.”

Hyungwon hummed. “Shall I get you a tutor then? Perhaps it will make you a little more comfortable. And you will need to speak the language of our people, of course.”

“Of course,” Naran said though she resented it to her core. They weren’t her people. Her people lived unmoored in the grasslands as far as the sky stretched or in sturdy tents around the palace walls. They certainly did not live in Goryeo.

“And on our ride there,” he continued, “I could help prepare you for our Court customs to make things a little less overwhelming once we arrive.”

“How thoughtful, your highness.”

At last, Hyungwon pulled up alongside her with a side-eye at the ready. “You know, Princess, I’m not going to rescind my proposal, I swear to it.”

It was all Naran could do to keep her composure now that the doors were nearly in reach. “I’m sure not.”

He sighed. “If that’s not it, then did I do something wrong?”

“Sire?”

This time, Hyungwon outright grunted. “Can we please go back to the way we were speaking a bit ago? You're talking to me like you're putting on a show for your mother. It's just us out here.”

That was the problem. There were no other distractions. Playing formal was easier than admitting that she felt the tug of superficial attraction to the man who had shackled her by force to him for the rest of her life. It was terribly unfair that he could be so handsome and yet also so casual about upending her whole world.

“I thought you might like the change of pace,” Naran said, and Hyungwon vehemently shook his head.

“I hate it. We swore we would be our true selves with each other, did we not? With you is the only place I can receive such equality. Please don't take it away.”

The princess swallowed hard. “Very well, my lord, but remember that I tried to spare you once. If you want openness from me, you shall have it—all of it. I hate that I have to move to the other end of the Earth to accommodate you and your family, I hate that I have to speak a language I have no desire to learn, and I hate that I’m not allowed to hate any of that.”

Stunned, Hyungwon stared until she sighed and stomped at last to the doors. The moment her hand fell to the handle, he asked, “Feel better?”

“Hardly, but I did enjoy the awkward look on your face for a change,” Naran replied. “Doesn’t any of that bother you?”

“Yes, all of it.”

“Are you sure you’re not going to rescind your proposal now?”

“Do you want me to?”

Naran exhaled long and low. “No. I don’t trust much of anything out of a royal’s mouth, but I do believe without our alliance, your father will have my homeland, and I cannot bear the thought of my grasslands being trampled for pointless war. No, I will marry you as planned, but don’t presume for a second that I will ever accept it as anything other than a business contract.”

“As we agreed then,” he said with another nod.

“And since we have not had time to expound upon terms, I should like to add one other.”

“Okay?”

Naran tugged at the collar of her deel as she drew herself up as tall as she could be. “I shall bring my own servant with me to Goryeo.”

“We have more than enough skilled servants at our palace, my lady, I promise you.”

“I don’t doubt it, my prince,” she echoed, “but Magda has been with me since I was born. In many ways, she raised me, and I trust her with my life. It’s the only way I will be comfortable in a palace that has been plotting to invade my country for who knows how long.”

Hyungwon hummed. “I suppose that’s fair. You may bring her.”

“Well, I wasn’t asking, but thank you all the same.”

“Is there anything else I can do to make you more comfortable?”

Naran cocked her head to the side as though she hadn’t heard him right. “Why do you care so much?”

“Should I care less?” he retorted.

“I mean it. You have all the power here, my lord.”

Hyungwon shoved his hands into his pockets. His head dropped low, and for the first time, he didn’t look at her as he spoke. “Power isn’t something I desire.”

“What do you desire then?”

Naran hadn’t meant to let her voice plummet, too, but she wished harder than she ever had that she could bring those words back into her mouth because the way his head raised so hesitantly, with his dark eyes peeking up at her under a darker brow, made her throat go bone dry.

“I desire peace,” he said simply. “I am not a great leader, Princess, nor am I a great man, but I will always try to be fair to you. I wish I could give you more, but I do swear to try my best to give you a good life, even if it isn’t the one you desire.”

Naran stared at him, numb from the inside out. She wasn’t even sure she could move her limbs if she tried. She was cold and hot at all once and somehow so sad she could burst into tears.

Maybe Hyungwon saw it, for he tilted his head and said softly, “Princess Narangerel?”

Her name was like icy water dumped over her head, and she shook to life with the urge to run far and fast from it.

“Yes?” was all she could muster.

“Do you hate me?”

With a deep breath and a trembling heart, Naran opened the door and let it slam behind her.

I should, she thought. I really should.

The rest of the week passed in a purgatory of tense politeness. Queen Jigme surveilled the empress through a veil of hospitality while Naran’s grandfather schmoozed the emperor with the finesse of a man thirty years younger. If the princess didn't hate the whole spectacle, she would have been impressed.

Meanwhile, Prince Hyungwon easily curried favor with his future in-laws with every flash of his round-cheeked smiles. No one was immune to the prince’s charms. Her grandfather's servants doted on him as though it were his palace instead of the khan’s. Once, Naran had run face-first into her betrothed in the hallway, and when she turned the corner to gripe to herself about how absent-minded he was, one of the passing maids remarked, “Perhaps Her Ladyship might mind where she is going.”

How was it possible that in a mere fortnight’s time, the prince had won over the entire khanate? The world had descended into madness around Naran without her ever realizing. To cope, every morning, she took to the country, riding as fast and as far as her horse could carry her, and only when the fish ceased their morning leaping in the river did she return to the palace to hide out in her room for as long as her mother would allow (which was never long enough).

The rest of every day was spent being scrubbed and painted and groomed and finally paraded around the grounds in the orbit of the queen and the empress. Unless coerced, Naran rarely had anything to contribute to the conversations about caravans and wedding plans and court customs. Instead, she imagined herself high above them, soaring away like her eagle in search of something that could catch her interest, and the only thing to send her crashing back down was the inevitable run-in with her fiancé.

Prince Hyungwon, like the princess, was always in the presence of the emperor and the khan, only he looked far more natural than she did. He always had a smile at the ready for the ladies and a bow that could only be described as gentlemanly. Once, Naran had made the mistake of looking at his fine face, and she remembered their last conversation in the courtyard.

Do you hate me?

For some reason, it drew heat up her chest and made her shift in her skirt. For that, she supposed, she should hate him.

Other than that, though, the princess had done a respectable job of avoiding the prince, his husky voice, and his piercing questions, and it gave her hope that maybe she might actually be able to artfully dodge him for much of their married life. Perhaps she would still be able to sneak away for rides or hunker down in her chambers in peace. Of course, the long, quiet ride back to Moghulikhan would be her last chance to be single and free.

Except it was never to be.

Queen Jigme had insisted Naran ride back to the capital with her in-laws. It was truly draining, and from the looks in her mother-in-law’s face, the princess knew she’d likely been labeled as “taciturn” or “surly,” though she couldn’t fault the empress for either description. Naran was. There were only so many times she could discuss the climate or the rugged state of the roads or the thinness of the air before the princess could manage only grunts in reply.

At least dinners were a welcome respite. As the servants set up the gers for the evening, Naran could escape to her mother’s side and relax. Every night, when she curled alongside the queen in their tent, the princess was so exhausted by pretense that she would pass out immediately. But the very next morning, everything would be packed up, and she was once again stuffed into her gilded cage.

It was easy to lose track of time when every day passed exactly the same way. Naran had no idea how long they’d been traveling nor how far until the moment she caught sight of the first homespun ger. She pressed so hard against the glass that the carriage rocked and the empress let out a little cry.

“What is it?” asked Hyungwon, leaning a bit too closely over the princess’s shoulder though Naran was too excited to care.

“I’m home!”

The empress squinted out the window as another ger and then another and another tightened ranks. With a scowl, she asked, “Your whole country lives in tents? Is the palace just a bunch of tents strung together?”

“Mother!” Hyungwon scolded. His ears turned red in an instant as he glanced apologetically at Naran.

“It’s better than those mud huts in Sygnak…” mumbled the emperor.

“Father,” the prince snapped now, but Gongmin waved him off.

“No, Your Highness,” Naran interrupted through gritted teeth, “our palace is not a ger. While it is quite permanent—and grand in its own right, despite what you may be used to—many of our people live in gers because the ground here is as hard as the weather. This way we can move with the seasons and thrive anywhere. Very few cultures can say the same, I think. They must take to conquering their neighbors to thrive as we have, wouldn’t you say, my liege?”

The emperor narrowed his eyes while tightening his lips before he returned his gaze out the window.

It wasn't long after that that they entered Urga’s city limits through one of the two main gates, and with no more walls impeding their views, the palace appeared as a crown on the skyline. Since most everyone outside the palace wall lived in a ger, it was easy for the center of their kingdom to dominate the eye. With the rolling emerald mountains as a backdrop, the sharp-tipped wings of the palace proper flared upward while the central tower thrust its patinaed, three-story crown even higher. It was surely nothing compared to the wealth and majesty of Goryeo, but its green tiled roof shone in the late afternoon sun and loomed over the spiderweb of white-skinned tents.

The closer they drew to the city center, the more crowded the streets were. Eyes bugged beneath sheepskin hats as citizens took in the gold leaf and vibrant paints of the Goryeon carriages. People were quick to bow as the caravan trundled down the hard-packed streets, and Naran’s heart lifted at words once again in her mother-tongue. She felt like crying—at first from the end of her homesickness and then immediately again from the fact that she might never see or hear this ever again.

At last, they pulled in through the gates to the palace and stopped at the foot of a wide flight of stairs leading up to a mammoth terrace on which the palace proper sat. Torches had been lit along the length of the footing and stacked up toward the grand entrance to dispel the shadows under the carved overhangs.

When she set foot once again on Moghul soil, Naran felt at last like she could stand at her true height. There was already a long procession of palace staff waiting to receive the royal family and their guests, chief among them her father.

The khan was stocky, ruddy-cheeked and well-weathered, with sunken eyes framed by small glasses and lifted by his wide smile. Though he relied upon his cane to stand, he moved surprisingly fast to grip his daughter warmly by her shoulders.

“Narangerel, my dearest, welcome home! I have missed you nearly more than I could bear.”

“Father,” she said with a bow he quickly interrupted with a hand under her chin.

In a whisper, he continued in Moghul, “I have heard the news, my child. I am so very proud of you. You could not have made a more suitable match if you tried.”

“Fa—”

But before Naran could say another word, the khan drew alongside her and faced the growing party of strangers lined up with faces of exemplary apathy. It was almost as though someone had forgotten to teach the foreign family how to emote.

“Esteemed guests,” boomed her father in the customary English of travelers, “welcome to the Kingdom of Moghulikhan. We could not be happier to have you here, and on such an auspicious occasion! I am Delger Khan, who is proud to call you family now.”

The might of his voice contradicted his withered limbs, and Naran felt comfort for the first time in weeks. The khan bowed as deeply as his body would allow, an introduction that was followed by the emperor as well as the rest of his family. Just as they were finishing up their greetings, Queen Jigme’s carriage pulled up, and she hurried out faster than Naran had ever seen her mother move.

Not a moment later, a spritely, effervescent child with glossy cinnamon hair and freckles to match Naran’s own, stepped forward. She was dressed in a lavish deel of gold and crimson Naran had never seen before, fresh and bright to match her complexion, which was festooned with a painted smile. “Pleased to meet your graces. I am Princess Sarangerel of the Kingdom of Moghulikhan.”

A second round of bows were traded, with Prince Hyungwon rising with a sweet smile of his own. “I can see the resemblance between the princesses. How pretty you are, young lady.”

Saran’s blush was instantaneous and fierce, lighting up her neck with little red firecrackers. With an awkward mumble, she said, “Thank you, Your Grace.”

“Please, come inside,” said Delger Khan. “You must be exhausted after such a long journey. What Moghulikhan may lack in splendor, we make up for in comforts. I think you’ll find our beds warm and our food sumptuous. We shall feast tonight as Urga has not seen in a generation!”

The emperor and empress exchanged perfunctory smiles with their hosts and followed them into the palace while Naran and Hyungwon trailed behind, with Saran wheedling her way between the two betrotheds.

“I can’t believe I’m going to have a brother at last!” proclaimed the little princess softly as she looked up with moon eyes at the prince.

“And I have never had a sister,” he returned with cheeks as puffy as clouds. “Maybe now I can have an ally at last.”

“What do you mean? Narangerel is the greatest ally a person could have. She’s fiercer than all the golden eagles in the land.”

“Is that so?” Hyungwon said, amused. He glanced at his fiancée, who was doing her very best to keep her eyes on the parents ahead of them even as she burned under the weight of the otherwise lighthearted conversation beside her. “I’m afraid I haven’t had that privilege yet. To tell you the truth, dear sister, I have a feeling she doesn’t like me very much.”

Saran gasped. “How could you say that? She’s marrying you! I know my sister. She would never marry for anything but the deepest love.”

Naran jammed her eyes shut to tamp down the rage bubbling inside her, so she misjudged her step and tripped over her slipper along the flagstone. Just in time, the prince grabbed her forearm with both hands to steady her, but the commotion caused the entire parade to stop and stare at the crown princess now supported by the prince and the little princess.

“Are you all right?” whispered Hyungwon.

“Fine, my lord,” Naran insisted and shook her arm free of him. “Thank you.”

“Sister?” asked the small, sweet voice beside her.

Naran soothed her sister’s braid and thumbed at the girl’s freckled cheek. “You know me. Just clumsy.”

Saran raised an eyebrow. “You’re never clumsy. You’re the most careful person I know.”

The crown princess huffed lightly and nodded ahead. “We’re falling behind, you know. Mother will be cross.”

The trio picked up speed, with Naran leading the charge, and they rejoined the party in time for a stop in the back of the Great Hall to view the mammoth white and gold stupa, the cultural centerpiece around which the whole palace revolved. Even the emperor seemed impressed with its magnificence, and, satisfied, the royal families convened in the palace dining room.

The room itself was large, with the 20-person table swimming in the center of the red and green walls. Long tapestries counteracted the stone floors while dozens of candles warmed the shadows. Windows high up in an inset in the ceiling let the sunset shine like a chandelier down upon them, but since it was fading fast, servants rushed in from every corner with more candelabras to conquer the oncoming evening.

The khan left the head of the table empty to sit across from the emperor and his wife did the same with the empress, and while Naran was glad she didn’t have to sit next to the prince, she was seated across from him, the expectation of conversation clear. Luckily, Saran was to her right, and she reached under the table to squeeze her sister’s hand.

“Seriously, are you okay?” Saran whispered.

She patted the back of Saran’s hand and replied, “I just missed you so much. Did you miss me?”

“If I had known you would actually come back engaged, I would have stowed away in your trunk! I can’t believe you.”

“Oh hush, it wasn’t at all like you’re thinking. The whole trip was extremely tedious, and the actual proposal happened so fast, I don’t even really remember accepting. You didn’t miss much.”

“Liar,” hissed Saran. “If you’re trying to make me feel better, it’s not working. I know you, Naran. You’re harder to move than Mother. You never do anything you don’t want to do.”

“I went to the silly party, didn’t I? I didn’t want to do that either, but sometimes life doesn’t give you a choice.”

Saran put her glass down and stared hard at her big sister. “Are you telling me you’re being forced to marry the prince?”

There was so much concern—no, outright fear—in the little princess’s face that Naran immediately backpedaled. The last thing in the world she wanted was her innocent sister fearing her own fate when Saran was a huge part of why the crown princess took the deal with Hyungwon in the first place.

“Don’t trouble yourself, my little fox,” Naran said with a genuine smile. She tugged Saran’s braid again and returned her attention to her wine. “Our future is safe and secure, and that makes me happy.”

At this, the girl beamed. “And you’re in love and will make the prettiest babies! You have to let me hold them all.”

Instead of screaming, Naran downed her goblet of wine.

“He’s so handsome,” continued her sister as she stared with her cheek in her hand across the table.

Naran scoffed. “Oh, you just like him because he complimented you.”

“He complimented you, too!” the girl reminded.

“Exactly. Shouldn’t that tell you something about him?”

Saran sneered at her sister, and Naran returned it as though she didn’t have a decade of maturity on the girl.

The next thing she knew, there was an elbow in her side as Queen Jigme hissed, “Quit prattling on with your sister. You’re neglecting your husband.”

With none of her own wine left to drown out her next scream, Naran swiped her sister’s and drained it.

“Hey! That’s mine!”

“Sorry, I got our glasses confused,” lied the crown princess.

Thankfully, the first course was served before conversation with the prince became unavoidable, and with most everyone travel-weary, the party was only too eager to eat in happy silence. With so many choice distractions available, Naran kept her focus low, but she was lying if she said her ears didn’t perk every time the prince offered a kindness to her family or a witty remark. No matter how much nudging her mother did, she could not steer her daughter into lively conversation. The only thing Naran wanted to do was lie in her room and stare out the window at the stars she knew she’d never see the same way again.

Instead, after dinner, the group continued their palace tour, and with good food in their bellies, the emperor and empress seemed more engaged than the princess had ever seen them. They complimented every room and much of the art, which the queen was only too happy to offer up as wedding presents as well. Surprisingly, the khan set a lively pace through each wing, and Naran wondered where the man found the reserves considering he’d been mostly confined to the palace for the last two years. He looked every bit the lord who controlled one of the largest empires in the realms despite the cane and wrinkles like drapes.

When at last they’d finished touring the palace, the Goryeons were shown to their rooms, which, happily, were far enough away from Naran’s own that she felt like she was free again. Even when Saran came bounding into her sister’s room unannounced, it seemed, for a moment, that nothing at all had changed.

“So,” asked the teenage princess, who was draped across the furs on her sister’s bed, “have you two kissed yet?”

“Sarangerel!”

“You can tell me! Who will I tell?”

“I know your mouth, little fox. Any news I had for you would reach the other side of Urga within the hour.”

Saran rolled her eyes. “If you’re engaged, you must have though, right?”

The crown princess tossed a pillow on top of her sister and sighed. “It’s really not like that.”

“I don’t believe it. Prince Hyungwon is far too handsome not to kiss.”

“You marry him then!” said Naran with a laugh, and her sister flopped onto her back with a groan, clutching the pillow to her chest.

“If only I were a few years older... But, sister, I’m very serious about this. What if he’s not a good kisser? What if the rest of your life is just filled with bad, wet kisses that leave you all slobbery?”

“I’m going to throw you out, you know,” Naran warned.

“I worry about that kind of thing though,” her sister admitted. At first, Naran thought she’d misheard her because Saran’s face was buried in the pillow, but as soon as she put it together, she joined her sister on the bed and rubbed her arm as the girl continued, “If I don’t know what I’m doing, how could I expect my husband? What if we’re both terrible at everything so we stay terrible at it because we don’t know better? Will we be doomed forever to a miserable, boring, slobbery life?”

Always a romantic, Saran’s fantasies were evidently catching up to the more adult parts of love and relationships, and it gutted her big sister to know she would be abandoning her to society without a guide. It made Naran more determined than ever to give every bit of what was left of her heart to her sister.

She propped herself up on her arm and stared down fondly at Saran. “Nobody said your husband has to be your first kiss…”

Saran bolted up on the bed, criss-crossing her legs and leaning forward so hard she almost tumbled into her sister. “Are you saying Prince Hyungwon won’t be yours?”

Naran simply shook her head lightly, and when Saran’s eyes continued to widen, she raised a finger and jabbed it at her little sister’s puffy cheek. “I mean it, this better never leave the room. Swear it.”

“I swear it,” said the girl. “But don’t you think Prince Hyungwon will be mad about that?”

“It’s really none of his business, but I dare say I wouldn’t be his first kiss either. Not with a face like his…”

“I knew it! You are in love with him.”

“Psh! I may have some appreciation for his natural… endowments… But that doesn’t mean I’m in love with him. I’m realistic, Saran. And either way, it’s not something I have to worry about particularly with him.”

Saran raised her eyebrows again. “Why’s that?”

The crown princess worried she might betray something, and that was the absolute last memory she wanted to make with her sister with such little time left for them to be their simplest selves, so Naran sneered and lobbed another pillow at the girl. “Because I’m too busy chaining you up in the dungeon to keep you from blabbing all my secrets to the whole palace!”

And just like that, the natural order of things was righted. After a good tussle and more than enough laughter, Saran sat back, and through gulps for air, she asked, “Can I sleep in here with you tonight? I mean, since we’re not really going to have a chance to do that anymore…”

Naran grinned from ear to ear. “I would love that.”

Once tucked in, Saran quickly fell into her soft little snores, but as tired as the crown princess was, sleep eluded her. Naran thought about how few days she had left in her homeland and more importantly, how few she had left of her freedom. She thought of her sister alone in this palace without a bed she could dive into and confess all her fears for her future. She thought of her eagle soaring over the steppe searching for its companion and finding only ghosts. She thought of how happy everyone was to watch her leave all of that behind her.

Eventually, there was no point in the pretense of staying in bed any longer. Her limbs were as restless as her mind, so Naran took to prowling the halls. The few servants who were still awake checked relentlessly on her at first, but after she rebuffed them enough times, they let her wander in peace.

Midnight turned into morning though the sun was still hours from rising. Instead, as she leaned against the terrace railing overlooking the sleepy tent city, the only thing that rose was the princess’s anger. She had no power over anyone in the palace anymore, so with no other options, she planned to take it out on the one person who was as trapped as she was.

It was in the heaviest part of the night when Naran broke into the prince’s chambers without heed for decorum. Though the servants had done their jobs, stoking the fire in his hearth throughout the night, a chill still bit her skin upon entry. Hyungwon was adrift in a sea of quilts and furs, everything but the moon-white of his face swallowed up in coziness. His thick lips were parted for his shallow breaths, and his long black hair fringed across his eyes.

His nose was no doubt ice-cold, and Naran had the strangest flash of it pressed against the back of her neck as he curled into her from behind, a surreal reminder of the inescapable future that loomed mere days ahead of her.

With a little indignation and maybe more anxiety than she cared to admit, the princess tossed a pillow onto Hyungwon’s bed and said, “Wake up, my lord.”

The prince barely stirred but for a drowsy, dismissive wave.

“I said wake up,” Naran demanded louder, this time shucking the fur coverlet off the bed.

Hyungwon growled, his lips pulling into a snarl as he tugged the rest of the blankets up to his neck.

“If you don’t get up this instant, I’ll let my eagle into your chamber.”

He sat up at that, rubbing his eye with the back of his hand. His hair fuzzed upward from the electricity lingering in the blankets from the cold, dry night air. It would have been cute like a boy’s were it not for the way his robe split open across his toned chest. They might have been betrothed, but, at this, Naran felt like she was prying, so she turned toward the fire.

“What’s so urgent?” Hyungwon mumbled. “Am I sleep-blind or is it still dark outside?”

“It is dark, my lord.”

“Then why on earth am I awake at this ungodly hour?”

“Because I wish you to be,” Naran said.

The prince let out a frustrated sigh that morphed almost instantly into a yawn. “Couldn’t you just wait to be mad at me until after breakfast?”

“No. Now, get up. We’re going to look at the stars.”

“I don’t know what you’ve heard,” Hyungwon grumbled as he collapsed petulantly onto the bed with his back now to her, “but we have stars in Goryeo, too, Princess.”

“Not like this you don’t, and you’re going to see them before we can’t again.”

Groaning all the way, the prince rolled out of bed, wrapped himself in a blanket, and shuffled down the hall with his fiancée at his side. They garnered a few looks from the servants again, and Naran was certain the gossip would make its way to her mother by daybreak, but for now, she didn’t care.

She led Hyungwon to the same patio she’d been to earlier. They lingered under the overhang for a moment as the princess gathered her many thoughts. She had spent hours trying to cobble together exactly what she wanted to say to the man exactly the way in which she wanted to say it, but now that he was beside her, she’d forgotten damn near everything but the raw emotions.

“You’re right,” he said after a minute of peering at the horizon, “the stars are beautiful.”

His words jarred Naran awake. She gestured to the wide-open terrace beyond them, and again with a sigh, Hyungwon followed her onto it. The princess looked up while, beside her, she heard a gentle gasp.

“Oh.”

Beyond the palace walls, there wasn’t a candle to be seen, only the vast canvas of heaven and flickering starlight. It was a moonless night, and a pennant of peach and vanilla arced above the kingdom from one end of the mountains ringing the city to the other. There were as many stars dappling it as there were grains of sand in the Gobi, each one twinkling impishly at the unexpected couple.

“Mm. Okay, yes,” the prince continued, “this is better. I’ve never seen such an enormous sky.”

“Sometimes, it feels like you’re the only one looking at it,” Naran confessed, “like it’s all yours and no one else could ever possibly understand its beauty.”

Hyungwon opened his mouth but stopped himself before any words came out. Instead, they stared upward for a long while as the occasional flare of light streaked beyond the mountains.

“It is rather romantic,” he conceded.

At this, Naran scowled. “If you try to make this something it isn’t, I swear, I shall call for my eagle.”

Hyungwon laughed, dispelling any ambiance she thought he might be building. “Why do you keep threatening me with a bird?”

Naran stifled her own reluctant laugh as she answered, “I take it you’ve never seen a golden eagle in action?”

“I haven’t. Are they scary?”

This time, the princess had no hope of keeping in her laughter. “There’s not much they can’t kill. They have claws like razors and beaks like scythes, and they always have the advantage, flying down like a falling star and with just as much force.”

Hyungwon’s eyes bugged. “And you have one as a pet?”

“Not as a pet,” she corrected. “As an ally. My grandfather’s people use them to hunt in the mountains. My father never cared to learn, nor did he have the time, but I loved my grandfather’s stories of his own eagle, and I begged him to teach me. Girls aren’t supposed to hunt with them, but he taught me anyway. I raised her and rode with her every day for six years. This trip was my first time away from her. My mother said now is as good a time as any to break the bond between us seeing as she is due to be released back to the wild anyway. We do not tame these creatures so much as befriend them for a while.”

Just as I am to be tamed, Naran added bitterly to herself.

“I’m sorry. That must be very hard,” said Hyungwon.

“At least I always anticipated that part. She will be happier with no restrictions and no master. She will be where she belongs.”

Their eyes met and a beat passed before he added, “But she will miss you just as you miss her.”

Don’t cry, Naran, she warned. Not in front of him.

“Will you be the one to set her free?” asked the prince.

“It’s only right. Then we can part with clear hearts.”

“Would you—” Hyungwon stopped himself and rephrased, “Could I meet her before you do?”

The princess closed her eyes. Waves of unfamiliar emotion crashed over her in ways she couldn’t have fathomed, and they threatened to suck her down if she didn’t pull away quickly.

“I can have one of the servants take you to the falconry room if you’d like to see them, but I think it’s best if we keep certain boundaries up between us.”

It was clear from the fall at the corner of Prince Hyungwon’s full lips that he was disappointed with her answer, but he nodded like he understood. “As my lady wishes. You may name them.”

Naran wasn’t ready for him to be so agreeable, and it made it very hard to guard against him. “We’ll leave it at that for now, I think.”

Time passed in silence with just the thrum of the wind across the plains between them. If the prince was uncomfortable, he certainly didn’t show it. Only the princess shifted and twitched and gnawed on her lip. She had brought the man out here to gain some control, but instead, she felt… Well, she wasn’t sure what it was because she hadn’t really felt it before, but she didn’t know what to do or what to say, and her head was preoccupied solely with the fact that her future husband was standing right beside her under the same stars, ones he had just named as romantic. That, more than anything, didn’t sit well.

Eyes still on the sky, Hyungwon asked, “Have you lived in Urga your whole life?”

“Except for our winter travels, yes, as did my father, though my grandfather was born in Kipchak. My mother was born in Ladakh. Perhaps you’ve heard of it? Though I hear it’s called something else now.”

Naran felt the prince’s gaze slide from the sky to her profile, and she felt the smallest blip of triumph.

“I have,” Hyungwon said carefully.

“I guess that is the way with empires, isn’t it?” she continued. “What you are one moment, you might not be the next. Maybe it wouldn’t matter if I married you or not. I might have become Goryeon either way.”

The prince faced her fully now. Only the torchlight at the base of the palace brought warmth to his features. “We’ve talked about this, Princess Narangerel. It is not my intent to change who you are.”

“I’m not trying to start a fight,” she insisted, but he squinted and she flashed another brief grin. “Well, maybe a little, but really, I’m just thinking out loud. Even this city has grown up from nothing. It wasn’t here two generations ago, but what was once tufts of grass now serves as the capital of one of the largest kingdoms in the realms. The world is always changing. I just never thought I’d be at the center of that change.”

“For me, that has always been inescapable.”

“So here we are. A woman who always expected to fade into obscurity and a man who has only ever lived in the spotlight. How did we end up here?”

“A twist of Fate?” the prince suggested.

“A test,” Naran added solemnly.

Hyungwon gripped the railing and squeezed.

“Failure isn’t an option anymore,�� she continued. “I’ve disappointed everyone my whole life, but it was okay—it was even expected. The moment you emerge into the world a female, it’s a letdown. I learned how to use those low expectations to my advantage. I learned how to get out of things, how to slip under noses, and how to disappear in a crowded room.”

The prince turned then, his hip leaning on the railing as he faced her.

“I saw you,” he said.

The princess stared back.

“I wish you hadn’t. Your pretty promises aside, we share the spotlight now, and obscurity will never be an option for me ever again, nor will it be for our children.”

“Are you telling me this to make me feel guiltier?” Hyungwon asked.

“I’m telling you this so you understand.”

“Understand what?”

Naran steadied her expression until it was as cold as the night air and as resolute as the darkness.

“Why I can never forgive you.”

With that, the princess turned back into the palace, the bewildered prince trudging behind on her heels.

#monsta x smut #multichapter #prisoner to temptation #hyungwon smut #royal au #romance #slow burn #bodice ripper #third person #arranged marriage

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celeste-fitzgerald · 1 year ago

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thou brought this upon thyself.

get to know your fic writer asks:

7, 10, 11, 12, 19, 20, 23, 24, 25, 34, 37, 43, 45, 46, 53, 56, 59, 63, 64 and 74

Girl you're crazy lmao ily

7) How do you choose which POV to write from?

Oh damn that's a good question! I don't have a good answer to this one, I usually just think about whose eyes it would be more interesting to see through for each fic.

10) Cltr+f "blinks" on your WIP & copy paste the first sentence/paragraph that comes up

Uhhhh. I haven't been doing much writing lately. And the one fic I have been working on, "blinks" isn't in there (and neither is "blink"). So I went back to 2 other wips I haven't added to in a couple months and THOSE DON'T HAVE "BLINKS" EITHER. So I just searched "wink" instead so here's that one. (Unfortunately for you dear rufusrant you've already read what I have so far on this wip, but for everyone else, here's a teeny tiny snippet of the next chap of Learning How To Love You.)

Richard winked and inched toward the seat on George’s right. “Well?”

11) Link your three favorite fics right now

Oh lord let's see. I'm interpreting "right now" as "currently on my mind," so these are ones that I've been reading and/or have been posted recently. for mutual benefit by thestartofnothing (fandom: JJBA; ship: jotakak) Not Lost In Translation by @007waffles007 (fandom: JJBA; ship: avpol) She Makes Me Smile by @007waffles007 (fandom: ELO; ship: mik/kelly)

12) how does receiving or not receiving feedback/support impact you?

Well as with any writer, I love feedback! Though after being in some tiny fandoms (or at least tiny from a fanfic perspective) I've gotten more used to not getting much feedback. All feedback is very very very appreciated of course, but feedback/support from 1 or 2 friends tends to make me very happy regardless of what other kudos/comments I get.

19) What is the most-used tag on your ao3?

To the surprise of literally no one, it is "fluff" (283 fics).

20) Have you noticed any patterns in your fics? Words/expressions that appear a lot, themes, common settings, etc?

Already answered!

23) Best writing advice for other writers?

Write what YOU want to see, regardless of whether you think other people will like it.

24) Worst writing advice anyone ever gave you?

I honestly can't think of any?

25) What fic do you wish you got more of a response on?

I don't knowwwww!! I spent a while looking through my fics to see if any of them fit, but that just ended up being me going "oh I forgot I wrote that, that one was cute!" for 15 minutes haha. I think I'm fine with how things are tbh.

34) Five years from now, where do you see yourself as a writer?

Man I don't know where I see myself in five weeks XD Mostly I just hope I'll still be posting fluffy oneshots on ao3 and sharing fic ideas with friends.

37) How do you choose where to end a chapter?

Not really a good way to answer this one, just where it feels right. But that's entirely dependent on the context of the fic.

43) Do you take a sadistic joy in whumping your characters, or are you more the "If you hurt them I would kill everyone and then myself" kind of person?

😭I'm definitely more of an "I want everyone to be safe and happy" kinda girl. When I make the characters suffer it's usually very mild suffering. Though, fun(?) fact about me, when I daydream about my fandoms, the daydreams often get pretty angsty and rough. But those ideas usually remain as daydreams because it would be too hard to actually write them.

45) Do you want to break your readers‘ heart or make them laugh?

Laugh and smileeee.

46) How would you describe your style? (Character/emotion/action-driven, etc)

Oh emotion-driven 100%.

53) How do you spend your time when it comes to fanfiction? Are you primarily a fic reader, writer, or a perfect 50/50 split of both?

Ooh, that really depends on my mood and how long I've been in the fandom for. When I get into a new fandom, I tend to read tons and tons of fics, then much later I'll actually start writing for it. And I tend to spend less time reading the longer I've been in a fandom. But every once in a while I get hit with an urge to spend all night reading fics.

56) What’s something about your writing that you pride yourself on?

Oh boy let's see...I think I'm pretty good at giving readers warm fuzzy feelings? And I love when I'm able to do that.

59) Does anyone in your personal life know you write fic? if not, would you tell anyone?

Yes. A small number of my in-person friends. Plus my parents and my sister. But I'm pretty sure my sister still thinks it's stupid lmao. My dad's great about it though. Oh and my gf!!

63) Something you hate to see in smut.

Huh, when I read this question, I thought "oh boy, I'm gonna have lots of things I hate." But now I'm...struggling to come up with any? There are certain things I like more than others, and things I need to be in a certain mood to read. I guess maybe just when the relationship feels unequal. Don't like that.

64) Something you love to see in smut.

When the characters laugh/joke around/etc. Just anything to show them being really comfy and genuine with each other in such an intimate moment.

74) You’ve posted a fic anonymously. How would someone be able to guess that you’d written it?

I have posted a fic anonymously. Try to find it >:) (not you, rufusrant, you already know it's me.) Haha but in all seriousness, probably by me going "ahhhhh thank you" in every reply to every comment lmaooooo.

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yawnjunie · 2 years ago

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Chapter 1 (Little Orchid Had Basically Imploded)

Little Orchid sat in the jail cell, staring at the girl outside that sat in intense meditation, who was so silent that even the sound of breathing could not be heard. How many days has it been… Little Orchid stuck out her chin, expressing great concern. That dude outside… is he even breathing properly? If he dies like that it would suck so much for me to just be stuck here alone!

Plus, the body outside is her actual body!

And the one she’s in right now…

Little Orchid grabbed the long hair that fell to her waist, and used her huge hands to rub her flat chest for the hundredth time. “It’s. So… firm.” She choked out.

Those few syllables came out of her mouth in the deep, rasp voice of a man, and it echoed throughout the Hao Tian Tower. But the sound disrupted the long-held silence, as the woman outside the cell finally exhaled. With her eyes still closed, she said, “Little flower demon, if you feel my body up one more time, I will not hold back from doing the same to you.”

“You’re so whiny. What’s wrong with touching your chest, you’re literally a grown man…” Little Orchid trailed off, suddenly feeling a wave of heat over her face. “Ayo hold on, where did you think I was touching? Ew! You’re actually so disgusting!”

The woman’s almond-shaped eyes opened, and her face held an expression that was completely out of place with her features. “He” chuckled sarcastically, “A girl who can say something like that can hardly be so innocent herself.”

Little Orchid blew a raspberry at Dong Fang Qing Cang, before taking a breath and finding something new to squabble with him about. “By the way, aren’t you the primordial Demon Lord? Legend says that you were quite the “stealth-lord.” He lifted an eyebrow, causing her to gulp before she continued, “If… if you’re that smart and stealthy, then you should have some way to get out of here…”

Dong Fang Qing Cang closed his eyes once more. “If you want to leave, start by not making this harder for me.”

Little Orchid’s eyes widened in anger. “The one in the cage is me! How is this making things harder for you? If you want to talk about making things harder, I think you’re the number one, super expert at making everyone’s lives so much harder!”

If not for him, why would she be here right now, stuck in the Hao Tian Tower? Why else would she go from a small, orchid girl to a rough, barbarian of a man… to be fair though, this demon guy does have really delicate and soft skin… and a nice body… and nice hair… and pretty features… and long fingers… with pretty fingernails…

Little Orchid shook her head vigorously. “…in any case! If not for you unlucky demon, I wouldn’t be stuck in such a horrible place!”

“Unlucky?“ Dong Fang Qing Cang’s eyes reduced to slivers. “Addressing me as such, I see you really have some guts.”

Seeing those eyes that were clearly her own yet now somehow had the most frightening gaze, Little Orchid felt her insides freeze up and her stomach churn. Maybe, just maybe, her kidneys were beginning to fail too. But the bars of the cage in front of her gave her the courage to retort him. She puffed up her cheeks and huffed, “If you’re so powerful, try hitting me!”

Upon hearing that, Dong Fang Qing Cang’s face broke into a smile. He grabbed the hair that was neatly draped over his shoulders, and before the tongue-tied orchid could say anything, her hair fell to the ground with a snap and a swish.

She sat there, totally frozen.

M-my hair…..

Dong Fang Qing Cang played with the cut hair in his hand, “You don’t have the brightest head around here, though your hair did grow out pretty nicely.” Once he finished, he casually tossed away the hair. Her luscious black locks, like the tail of a peacock, beautifully spread across the ground. Dong Fang Qing Cang sat there, toying with the hair that had already been sliced to ear-length. Sitting back now with his legs crossed, he flashed her the most outrageously cruel smile, “How’s that? You forgot that right now, you’re in my hands.”

What a monster! A perverted, sick-in-the-head monster!

Little Orchid felt her knees give out as she looked at the ground littered with her cut hair. Finding the heart-wrenching pain unbearable, she burst into tears. After crying for a while, she decided that she wanted to seek revenge. Angrily, she ferociously stared him down. “I’m not done with you yet!”

Little Orchid reached behind her and grabbed a strand of those long, silver locks. Imitating Dong Fang Qing Cang, she tried snapping her fingers.

That made her want to cry even more.

Inside this guy’s body, she had no way of doing any magic. She had no idea if it was because she had no idea how to control the power, or if she had no powers at all.

As if Dong Fang Qing Cang had anticipated it all along, his smile grew even bigger. “Good luck cutting off my hair! You might need to cultivate for another good 10,000 years to do that.”

Little Orchid grit her teeth. “I don’t buy a single word you say!” As she spoke, she grabbed a few strands of his hair and yanked really hard, pulling them out completely. The pain sent shivers down her spine. Dong Fang Qing Cang froze, and his smile waned a bit. Pretending to not feel the pain, she mimicked his evil smirk, “Today I shall make you bald.”

His face visibly darkened. “Stop it.”

Before he could finish, she plucked another four or five strands of hair from his head.

Dong Fang Qing Cang’s eyes narrowed. “If you continue to be so reckless, I will fracture your elbow.”

Hearing that made her blood boil. “If you break my elbow, I’m going to slit your throat!”

“Speak another word and I’ll slice your tongue off!”

”Do that, and I’ll have no choice but to castrate you!”

Having no comeback to her last remark, he grew silent. The two of them sat and stared at each other for so long that Little Orchid felt her eyes become sore. She shifted her gaze, and blinked a couple of times, taking in the image of her hair that was strewn across the ground.

She felt upset and wronged, and totally helpless to do anything about the situation. So she chose to bury her head in her knees and bawl her eyes out.

It’s gone.

I’ll never be able to tie up my hair in pretty braids, or put cute flowers in my hair ever again. All thanks to this demon guy, I’ll have to live out the rest of my life in this sad jail cell… I have nothing else to live for…

From outside the cell, Dong Fang Qing Cang saw the girl curl up into a ball in his body and let out the most agonizing sobs with his deep, husky voice.

He couldn’t even describe how dismayed he felt at the sight.

“You’re not allowed to cry.” He requested rigidly.

She was so heartbroken that hearing that made her cry even harder.

To Dong Fang Qing Cang, her cries sounded like the claws of ghosts scratching at the insides of his head. It more intolerable than the feeling of Chi Di’s black ice needles coursing through his veins.

“Get up!” He commanded.

Little Orchid lifted up her head, face covered in tears and snot. “Give me back my hair!”

Seeing his own face in such a mess, he did his best to contain his shock. “You get up first!”

“Give me back my hair first!”

“Fine! Here!” Dong Fang Qing Cang flicked his wrist and all the cut hair on the ground flew up, and each strand filed neatly back onto her head where it belonged. It only took a moment for her hair to neatly cascade down her back and be perfectly restored to its original state.

She stared dumbfounded at her newly reconnected hair, so amazed that she had totally forgot about seeking revenge. “Since when was my body able to do magic like that…”

The man in her body only flashed her a look of disdain. “Clean up that face of yours for me.”

Now that her long hair was restored, she wasn’t so sad anymore, so she started to wipe her face down with her sleeves.

Dong Fang Qing Cang sat back down and looked at her, “Being able to successfully threaten me… you really are the first person in history to do that.” He sighed, with a strange tone of admiration.

“You are also the first person in history to make me cry with the voice of a man.” She wiped her face with exasperation. “I don’t want to stay with you for a minute longer! Do you even know how to get out of this tower?”

“Of course I do.”

“What’s the plan?”

“We blow this tower up.” He said nonchalantly, as if it were as easy as killing a mosquito.

Little Orchid was absolutely dumbstruck, hanging her head down sadly. “That’s it. I’m never going to see my master ever again in this life.”

Who could blame her? Hao Tian Tower was a primordial celestial object, and it was no easy feat to blow it up. Besides, they switched bodies, and she had no way of determining the power contained in his body; even if she were able to tell, she wouldn’t be able to use his demonic powers anyways.

But Dong Fang Qing Cang…

Little Orchid could only let out a laugh. She knew exactly what she was capable of, and even though he was able to completely restore her hair, it wouldn’t change the fact that her body only had a tiny bit of power from her few hundred years of cultivation. With that power, it would be a piece of cake to kill a couple of small demons. But to explode the Hao Tian Tower? Maybe, after hundreds of thousands of years of more cultivation.

The tip of her nose felt a bit acrid, as she recalled the moment she first met Dong Fang Qing Cang. She really gave up her whole life in exchange for that moment of curiosity.

“How are you stupid enough to still be stuck here? Since you’ve already switched into my body, you could’ve stayed that way and ran out,” She explained regretfully. “Then when you got out, we could’ve switched back and our chances of escaping would’ve been much greater.”

He scoffed. “Doesn’t the heavenly realm love to boast about their moral altruism and selflessness? But to escape, you would go as far as to ‘switching back’ with me once I got out? You really trust me to not wreak havoc in the outside world, and burn all life as we know it to the ground?” Dong Fang Qing Cang leaned in, imitating her posture. “Where’s your integrity, hmm?”

Pouting, Little Orchid replied, “I already thought about that. That’s the job of the guards out there and the Heavenly Emperor. My master once told me that the worst thing a person could do was to steal another person’s job. So nope! It’s not my problem anymore once you get out there.”

Dong Fang Qing Cang rubbed his chin, deep in thought. After a moment of silence, he finally said, “How about you join me and enter the ranks of the demons? Seems to me you have quite a few qualifications, little flower demon.”

“Nope! My master would feed me to the pigs.” She paused, then let out a deep sigh. “But if I’m in here, she can’t really feed me to the pigs… If only you’d stayed out there, you might’ve had a chance of getting the demon bad guys to help you out. Now you’re stuck in the tower alone with me with no one to depend on, with no chance of escaping ever again…”

“Who told you there’s no one here to help us.” He said, looking at her quietly.

Little Orchid froze. “If we’re not alone, who else is here?” She looked around, searching for any signs of life.

Inside the tower, there was a spiral staircase that hugged the inner wall. The center was empty, save for the shining orb that hovered overhead. With the way the place was structured, one could pretty much take in everything at a glance. If there really were other people there, it should be more obvious.

Dong Fang Qing Cang smiled again, showing off that annoying grin. Apparently, having another person live in your body was really quite the experience. As Little Orchid pondered over who else could possibly be in the tower, she heard Dong Fang Qing Cang mutter under his breath, “It’s about time.”

#first time translating!! i try my best #not an exact translation but i hope it gets the point across well enough #looking for tips/pointers and beta readers <33 #cang lan jue #chinese novel translation #love between fairy and devil

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blade-liger-4ever · 11 months ago

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My guy, you are so right!!

Whenever I look back on book 10, I can't help but feel that Winter got character assassinated, if only because of how he came off so rough and similar to his original personality in book 6. And Moon - gosh, I was so mad over their pointless bickering that I forgot how bland Moon was in DoD. And Qibli, good Lord, I am literally appalled at how dependent upon Moon he was. Like all those chapters where he's thinking he "can't live without Moon" - Really? What happened to the autonomous dragon who was itching to run home to Mommy Thorn and could figure out problems by himself, or at worst, needed Moon to make his problem solving easier with her mind reading? Suddenly his existence is mandated by Moon, who he all but never interacts with in any meaningful way?

Winter was aware of her feelings, and even though he wanted to stay by her side, he never treated her likes some goddess of perfection, or thought he only mattered when she approved of him.

I swear, so many characters - Qibli, Clearsight, Turtle even - were coddled by Tui because they're based off herself and close friends, and she won't put them through Character Development because they're copies of herself and family.

On a similar note - and this is more of a writing peeve than anything, but also a minor defense of a real life person - Darkstalker was based off Tui's ex boyfriend from high school. She says that he later cleaned up his act (implied that he'd been doing at the very least drugs), but the villain she bases off him doesn't get a redemption arc? Could you imagine how awesome a redemption arc would have been, after the slew of despicable villains we had in Morrowseer, Burn, Scarlet, Blister, and even whimpy little Chameleon? I'd have eaten that up in a heartbeat, but just like Qibli gets special treatment for being based off Tui's son, Darkstalker gets villainzed and poofed into a new life without actually repenting.

Gosh, the second arc was such a waste of potential....

Something about wof fandom..

A lot of people in the WoF fandom, when they talk about Jade winglet, forget about the existence of Umber and Carnelian. Yes, Umber is missing, but that doesn't mean he's not in the Jade winglet. But readers, like the heroes of the books, forgot about his existence. Poor guy...

(changed) I mean.. yes Peril at the end of the 10th book joined the Jade winglet.. which is a little strange to be honest. I don't understand why Jade Mountain Academy hires fully grown dragons. But still. Umber is not dead, he is alive. When Jade winglet simply flew away from the academy, they were not replaced by other dragonets. And Carnelian deserves more attention. She's like a better version of Flame (I would have preferred him to die and Carnelian to develop as a character. Maybe Tui was too lazy to develop such a theoretically complex character)

#wof #wings of fire #wof winter #wof qibli #wof moon #wof darkstalker #I'm still a salty SeaWing lol

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aquagustd · 3 years ago

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hell is empty - JJK, KTH

↳ PART 09 of hell is empty

life has a tendency to throw things your way when you least expect it, when you’re content, and the ominous presence knows exactly how to steer your existence back into the darkness.

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pairing — drvg lord!jungkook x reader, hotel owner!taehyung x reader

genre/rating — R | angst, fluff, smut, love triangle au

word count — 11.1K

play — softcore by the neighbourhood

warnings/tags — single parent!reader, dad!JK, ex-boyfriend!JK, CEO!taehyung, pharmacy tech!reader, strong language, mentions of alcohol, one attempted kiss, lots of tears, oc & junho’s first ‘fight,’ subtle mention of gvns + vi0lence, jk is still MIA, oc + tae finally opening up 🥹, mentions of an off-screen talk about contraception, mentions of death, explicit smut — dom!tae, dirty talk, praise kink, biting/scratching, hickies, oc being bratty 😳, rough sex, hair pulling, pussy slapping, edging, spanking, choking, mouth stuffing, katoptronophilia (found the name for oc’s mirror kink? heh), foot play, toe sucking, brief foot job, [if you find foot play weird ~ the paragraphs are bolded if you want to skip it], impreg kink 🫣, oral (f), fingering, tae’s stubble sjklskdf, unprotected sex, slight overstimulation, creampie, multiple orgasms

note: okay, i decided to split this part into two once again since again, it’s a lot to take in and i don’t want to bombard you guys 😀 since i know it’s painful at times 😔 so this is part 09.1 !!

The beer grows warm in your hands, squeezed between your palms as you eye the man seated on your couch.

“Why are you standing way over there?” Seojoon chuckles, ankle propped on his knee as he snuggles into your couch, waving you over. “What’s new? It’s been a while since we talked.”

Sluggishly, you shuffle over to him and sit at the edge of the couch cushion, taking the tiniest sip from your beer before turning to him, forcing a smile onto your lips.

“Yeah…it’s been a while.”

You meet his gaze, hazy eyes locked with yours as you scan his face. This is the same Seojoon you spent late nights with, staying up to just talk about life and anything else that would pop up in conversation. The same Seojoon you trusted to take care of your son whenever you were at work or had other important matters to deal with. The same Seojoon who was there with one shout from you to deal with the bat that had gotten into your room or a clogged pipe. The same Seojoon.

But why does it feel…different now? Why do you feel so uncomfortable? His presence – so unnerving. And you feel guilty for it. To avoid him when he’s done nothing wrong except be a little too touchy with you recently.

That’s how some men are, you muse.

You show them some teeth and they think you’re down for whatever.

Perhaps you didn’t notice it before, you just don’t know why he’s giving you the creeps lately. Even before he started getting handsy with you.

“Ever since that fucker came to town you forgot all about me,” he sniggers, taking a swig from his can to then throw his arm over the backrest of the couch, fingers an inch away from your neck. There’s nothing you can say to that, because you have…Since Jungkook is around to take care of Junho and you learned to deal with clogged pipes and bats yourself. It just happened to be around the same time that Jungkook returned.

You open your mouth to speak but he cuts you off, his words tapering into a croaky chuckle.

“Seems like you’re done using me.”

“No, that’s not it.”

He drags his tongue between his teeth, shaking his head twice, “nah I’m sure that’s what it is.”

Out of reflex, your hand flies to his knee to stress your point. Snapping away when his gaze falls to the point of contact. You press your hand to your own knee know, cursing yourself.

“We weren’t using you Seojoon, Junho does ask for you sometimes. It’s just that he’s been so…occupied with his dad these days. He’s hardly home if I’m being honest.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t blame the kid,” he mutters, speaking into his can, “asshole left and came back and bribed him with money and toys. Of course he would want to spend time with him.”

You raise an eyebrow, suspicions spiking.

“What do you mean?”

He turns to you, noticing your wary expression because a short laugh bursts out of him, one that has you scooting an inch away from him.

“I saw the Urus parked in the garage,” he nods, jutting his thumb behind him which is far from the direction of the garage, “figured his father got it for him since it’s Smiley’s favorite car.”

You’re silent, scanning his sheepish demeanor as his eyes shift around the room before they fall on you, a smirk tugging at his lips as he runs a hand through his curly hair.

“What about you?”

Your mouth twitches, “what about me?”

“Did he buy you anything?”

“Apart from the fact that I have to drive Junho around in the Urus, no, he didn’t.”

He nods, jutting out his bottom lip before he jumps a little closer, fist pressed to his temple as he slurps up the dregs of his beer, “and money?”

You regret ever confiding in him.

“What money?”

“You know,” he laughs, knee brushing yours lightly as he sets down the beer can to reach for another, “the money he’s been sending you every month?”

You suddenly feel the need to lie, “still the same.”

“Damn, so he gives Junho all that money and still managed to buy him a Urus and all these fucking expensive toys?”

If your suspicions had a radar – it would be beeping like crazy.

Junho is a neat boy lately. He packs all his toys and cars away after he’s done with them, and he knows not to leave them out in the lounge or kitchen or laying in the hallway. So, how does Seojoon know about the toys?

“And you still don’t spend the money?”

You rub your forehead, defences shooting up, “no.”

“So you’re still saving it like you said?”

“Why are you so interested in the money?”

His eyebrows shoot up, a flash of an emotion you’ve never seen before passes his features which has you wondering if you’ve made a mistake. But the nervous chuckle he lets out after has your hackles rising.

“I’m just asking, you’re not curious? Where does he get all that money from?”

And then it hits you.

So hard you feel yourself standing up but you’re not. You’re still sat next to him, blinking stupidly.

He’s after the money he knows you’re saving for Junho when he’s old enough to make decisions for himself and figure out what to do with the money his father left for him.

“Seojoon you—”

“So, you don’t miss me?”

Your feel your facial muscles tense, “what?”

“You know—” he laughs, his arm suddenly around your shoulder “—how things used to be with us?”

You shrug off his hand, making a move to stand from the couch but he’s got your wrist in his grip, light but terrifying.

“You’re gonna choose to run away instead of answer my question?” He speaks sharply, the smile he has on a juxtaposition of the domineering tone in his voice. “I know you miss me.”

When you speak, that’s when you feel your heartbeat pulsing in your throat, twisting your arm to break free from his hold. You laugh, masking your fear, showing him that you’re completely unaffected by him and his firm hold your hand.

“What do you mean?” You chuckle lightly, using your other hand to peel his fingers off and rise from the couch, pacing over to the door.

You’re turned to the door when you feel his breath hit the back of your neck, spinning around abruptly to find him so close, your chests nearly touching before you take a few steps away. Heart sinking to the pit of your stomach when the ice-cold door presses into your back. His eyes are glazed over, head cocking to the side menacingly.

“You know what I mean. Do you miss spending time with me?”

“Seojoon,” you chuckle, pushing him away lightly but he’s glued to the spot, Chest rock hard against your touch, “what are you talking about?”

“Just answer the question,” he states plainly, voice dropping to a whisper.

You look up at him, chin quivering slightly, “what are y—”

“I bet that bastard bought you off too am I right? You fell for his tricks and now you won’t admit your feelings for me.”

“What the fu—Seojoon what feelings? You’re my friend.”

His eye twitches, snarling through his words as he presses a hand to the door, towering over you.

“Stop lying,” he growls, the sounds paired with that blank look in his eyes sends a chill down your spine.

“I’m not lying, we’re friends, right?”

“No,” he exclaims, banging a fist into the door, “we’re not friends! Friends don’t do the things we did!”

You click your tongue, still believing that he’s playing some stupid prank on you.

“Seojoon, stop it now.”

“Stop what? Loving you?!”

You can’t help the laugh that bursts out of you, you’re aware that he’s being serious, but that seems like your only response in this situation. But the smile gets wiped off your face when he wraps an arm around your waist and tugs you close, his chest now flush against yours.

“Seojoon—” you beat your fists against his chest, that tiny voice inside your head telling you to remain calm getting smaller and smaller “—let me go.”

“NO! All those nights I spent watching you fall asleep, you would cuddle closer to me! All that was gone when that asshole came back! I saw you with him and that other snob. They can’t love you like I can.”

“What the fuck Seojoon?!”

He continues to spew a whole load of bullshit, while you’re beating at his chest and kicking his shin, but he refuses to let go.

“Listen to me, please! I saw you at the Junho’s party! You weren’t happy! You’re never happy around them,” he rambles, head dipping down while you’re shoving at his face, “I can keep you happy.”

Your eyes widen in horror when he grabs the back of your head and lowers his with his lips puckered. Pinning your hands to the door. Turning your head to the side, you spot your car keys in the bowl kept to the right of the door and reach for it, rearing your hand back and driving it into his side which has him stumbling away, clutching his side in pain.

You grab his collar and yank open the door, tossing him out in one swift movement, “you piece of shit!” He reaches out for you, but you jerk your knee upward, hitting his chin harshly. A loud crack resounding in the hall.

”Leave me the fuck alone or I’m calling the police!”

Without a single look at his face, you slam the door and fling the car keys across the room, gaze shifting around the small space of your apartment as your heart beats a rapid rhythm. You lock the door and push the heavy armchair across the front of the hall, setting it against the door. Rushing down the hallway, you stand outside Junho’s room, lingering in the doorway as you peek inside. Finding it empty.

Of course, you know he’s not here. He’s with Yoongi and Yuri. Why are you looking for him when you know he’s not here?

You jog to the lounge again, pausing when you see the beer cans. Like an arrow through your chest, what happened a few moments ago comes to the forefront of your mind. A stream of tears pouring down your cheeks as you pick them up one by one and throw them into the trash can.

With a pained groan, you flop down onto your bed after locking the door, chest aching as you press your fist to your forehead, wondering how you could let that happen. His shut eyes, crusty lips, filthy hands on your skin sits like a stain in your memory, playing like a broken record in your head and no matter how hard you rub your eyes – it just wouldn’t go away.

Worst of all, you trusted that man. And he turned out to be this psycho who watches your every move and knows exactly what’s happening in your life without your knowledge. Innocently, you would spend your free time with him watching movies and all along he had different intentions. You can’t help but feel like you fed his desire, you’re to blame for trusting a complete stranger and spilling everything.

A sob wracks your chest, a vision of what could’ve happened distorting your head.

Hugging your knees to your chest, you think of Junho, and what would’ve happened if he were here. Thank God he wasn’t here.

If Seojoon didn’t show up you would’ve been showered and in bed, now you can’t move, sitting in one spot as your apartment grows cold and dull.

You’re searching for your phone, spotting it on the side table before bringing it up to your face with shaky hands, fingers scrolling up and down through your contact list. Fear still fresh and coursing through your veins. It’s almost midnight. Everyone would be asleep.

The silence in your home is deafening, and you feel utterly and nauseatingly alone.

Heart refusing to slow down, rocking back and forth, you wait for him to answer, staring at the orange beam of light filtering in through a crack in your curtains, hyperaware that Seojoon is just out the door. You could call security on him at any moment, but you can’t bring yourself to. And you can take care of yourself. All you need to do is hear—

“He-llo?”

You chew on your nails, sitting up straight as you clear your throat, “hello…”

His voice is thick with sleep, low and raspy, and you can imagine the sleepy pout he’s doing as he speaks.

“It’s past 12, what’s wrong?”

You inhale a shuddering breath, vision getting blurred by tears all over again. You take a moment to think over it again, it doesn’t seem all that bad – you got out of it before it could escalate. So why do you feel so fucking broken?

“I-I know—” your voice cracks, refusing to let you speak before you take a few deep inhales again, focusing on the chipped corner of your coffee table.

“___? Are you okay? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing I…”

“I’m coming over right now. It’s only a two-hour flight.”

“No,” you protest, leaning to the side to rest your head on your arm, “no don’t come. I’m okay.”

“You don’t sound okay, love.”

“I just…”

“Nightmares again?”

Smiling through your tears, you press your lips together, nodding despite him not being able to see you.

“Is Smiley staying over at Yoongi’s again?”

You nod again, pressing a hand to your forehead, “yeah.”

Shuffling from the other end of the line filters through the speaker, his voice much clearer now, yet still laced with sleep.

“I can come over, it’s not a problem.”

“No, I’m okay.”

He exhales a deep sigh, whispering, “are you in bed?”

“Yeah,” you quake, resting on the couch now, facing the doorway.

“This…This might be stupid, but I can sing for you?”

You smile to yourself, hand resting on your belly as you stare at the ceiling.

“Really?”

“I’m not that good or anything but I can for you, if that would help your nightmares.”

The last time someone sang you to sleep was when you were five years old, and your mother would lay by your side humming a soporific tune. You sing the same for Junho, and it works wonders whenever he deals with his own nightmares.

“Okay.”

You can hear the smile in his voice, “don’t laugh at me.”

Giggling, you rest the phone on the side, next to your ear, waiting for him to begin.

“I won’t”

“It’s sort of a Christmas song…”

“That’s perfect.”

He clears his throat again, exaggerating the sound a bit before he begins. Taking your breath away with his honey voice.

“Hey snow It’s coming today What should I prepare? I’m ready to greet you, okay Grey is falling on the canvas You can just cover it white—

Are you awake?”

“Your voice is…” You chuckle giddily, heart slowing to a steady beat, “wow. You really are perfect.”

“Thank you but you shouldn’t be talking, you should be sleeping.”

You roll your eyes, “you asked if I’m awake!”

“I was just checking!”

“Hmm,” you snort, bringing your pillow up to your chest to cuddle, “continue.”

“I’ll give you the world In this cold season You are my special event Your warmth will melt My blue and grey away.”

“Such a sweet song.”

“Not sweet enough if you’re still up.”

You yawn, eyes slipping shut as you envision him next you, curled up behind you on your bed while you’re drifting off to sleep, fast asleep knowing Junho is safe and sound and probably on his third dream for the night.

“When the world is full of white flowers May out times be more special When time is standing still May these flowers fall on your sad smile.”

Sleep washes over you with his gentle words weaving into your mind, turning over to your left side as you peek at the door for a second then close your eyes again, so drowsy with his soothing melody.

“Good night love.”

You’re mumbling, phone slipping from your hand as you hear yourself say:

“Good night, Tae.”

“WHAT THE FUCK? WHY DIDN’T YOU CALL THE POLICE?”

You hold up your hands placatingly, tugging Yuri’s arm so she’ll return to her seat and calm down a tad. Peeking over her shoulder, you watch Yoongi from the lounge, seeing him stand behind Junho as they continue mix something in a large bowl.

“Weren’t you scared? And you stayed there all day? Fuck no. You’re moving in with me and Yoongi till you find a new apartment. I can’t fucking believe him! What the fuck?! AND HE KNEW ABOUT THE PARTY AND THE CAR AND THE MONEY.”

“Well, technically,” you sigh, intertwining your fingers with hers, “I told him about the money a while ago. And no no—”

She throws you an exhausted look, a mix of disapproval and disgust written across her face.

“You wanted me to get with him!”

“That was before I knew he was psycho!”

“Me too!”

She scratches her head, waving your joined hands around.

“But to tell him about the money…”

“I know and I honestly thought he was after that.”

She scoffs, “anyone with a fully functioning mind knew what he was after, I’m just…shocked, you know? He seemed so nice every time I saw him, and he was so good with Smiley.”

You exhale a burdened sigh, staring at nothing in particular, “looks can be deceiving.”

“Still waters run deep.”

Silence falls over you, the sound of Junho and Yoongi’s giggles echoing in their capacious home. Seojoon’s blank look replays in your mind, a chill runs down your spine when you think of how he cornered you. Refused to let you go. Yuri narrows her eyes at you, cogs turning behind her brown eyes.

“So when are you moving in?”

“What?” You laugh, swatting her arm, “we’re not.”

“Well, I’m gonna tell Yoongi whether you like it or not and you know what he’s gonna do.”

“Tell Jungkook and I can’t have that!”

Her eyebrow jumps, “why not?”

“Because…”

“Because…he’ll…break Seojoon’s legs and hand it to you?”

You gasp, “we—”

“Taehyung would do the same by the way. I’m one hundred percent sure. Should I refresh your memory and remind you? That night in the club?”

Your eyes widen, “oh God no. He’ll beat Seojoon to a pulp. Did you see their size difference?”

She juts out her lip, leaning back on the couch, “he’ll deserve it.”

“I just don’t want to cause any more issues, as it is Junho has been asking a LOT of questions lately.”

“Oh,” she chuckles, crossed legs brushing yours, “tell me about it.” She twists in the couch, ensuring that Yoongi is far away before dipping closer to you, hand cupped around the side of her mouth. “The other night he asked Yoongi why you and Jungkook can’t be together like us.”

Even if you laugh, your heart chips a bit to hear that.

“He also asked when I’m gonna have my own child,” she rolls her eyes, smile fading ever so slightly.

“Ugh, Junho. Hey—” you wiggle her knee around, voice lowering to a whisper “—how’s that going? Yoongi said I should talk to you…something like that.”

She dismisses you with a wave of her hand, fixing her t-shirt as she rises from the couch, but you yank her back down.

“Tell me!”

“No,” she grins, “it’s nothing. You know Yoongi overthinks everything.”

“Yeah, but everything is good, right?”

Her smile turns solemn, “I have an appointment with the gynae next weekend.”

“Alright, well you let me know how it goes.”

“WE’RE READY!”

Junho skips to the lounge holding a big silver dish while Yoongi follows carrying smaller bowls, setting it on the table then gesturing for you to join them. You peek into the bigger dish, running your fingers through Junho’s hair.

“You guys made hwachae!”

“Perfect for this weather,” Yoongi winks at Junho, busy scooping out some of the watermelon punch to then hand to Yuri who takes the seat next to him.

“It’s been so rainy these past few days,” you comment, sitting down next to Junho as you fill up his bowl. “Nice to have the sun out.”

Yuri hums, mouth stuffed, “I love the rain. This is so good! Thanks baby and baby—” She pinches Junho’s cheek who pouts, fist held out.

“I’m not a baby anymore!”

Yuri’s mouth hangs open, “yeah well you’re still a baby to me, okay?”

Pulling Junho’s chair closer to you, you nuzzle into his neck, “we know you’re not a baby but you’re still our baby, hm?”

His big eyes soften, dimple denting his cheek as he smiles.

The only sounds that can be heard is soft slurping and munching, enjoying the sweet juices while you’re itching to ask that one question. One that’s been nagging you ever since you arrived at Yoongi’s house.

“Ah—” Juice spills down Junho’s chin, and he panics, gesturing to the mess.

Yoongi hands Yuri a tissue, and she gets to cleaning up Junho’s neck and chin, patting his chest for good measure.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome baby.”

“Have you heard from Jungkook?”

Their heads snap in your direction, including Junho, who then looks at Yoongi, waiting for an answer.

Yoongi seems a bit stunned by the question, before his face relaxes to its usual expression, setting down his spoon.

“I spoke to him this morning.”

“And?”

His eyebrows furrow, “he’s…okay. Why do you ask?”

Your spoon clinks against the sides of your now empty bowl, fist tucked under your cheek.

“I’ve been trying to call him. But he wasn’t picking up. Voicemail.”

You’re avoiding Yuri’s inquisitive stare, knowing that she’s going to nail you for being so curious about Jungkook.

“I’ll let him know you tried calling.”

“No,” you blurt, fixated on the small chunk of ice slowly melting away in your bowl, “it’s okay. I was just wondering.”

Yoongi hums, tongue poking at his cheek.

“Smiley,” he calls, jerking his head in the direction of the kitchen, “let’s clean up.”

They clear the table, while you’re watching in awe as Junho takes each of your bowls and stacks them into each other. He’s not like this at home.

“We’re making dinner tonight,” Yoongi announces, holding Junho’s hand in his as they pad over to the lounge, “gonna chill in the meantime.”

“Hey, Yoongs,” Yuri shouts, earning a slow ‘yeah’ from her husband, “can you come over here for a sec?”

Once he’s back in the dining room, without Junho this time, Yuri passes you a quick look, one you recognize. But it’s too late since Yoongi is already here.

“We need to talk to you about something.”

He pulls out the chair Junho occupied earlier, sitting between the two of you, “what?”

She cocks a brow, gesturing to Yoongi with her chin while Yoongi looks at you perplexed.

“What are you two up to?”

“Nothing,” Yuri sighs deeply, “you remember Seojoon, the guy that moved in next to ___ after we got married?”

He thinks for a bit, small eyes narrowed, “y…es. Tech dude?”

“Yeah, last night he—”

“Lat night—“ you begin carefully, knowing that it’s best if you tell the story instead of Yuri given how she reacted earlier “—last night he came over.”

You keep your gaze on the charcoal grey tablecloth, drawing invisible patterns as you continue with a quickening heartbeat.

“He said we should hang out since we haven’t done it in a while…and recently, he’s been…giving me a weird vibe so I was like, okay, let me just get it over with since Junho isn’t around.”

Glancing upward, you check if Yoongi is still listening, and he is, elbow propped on the table with his gaze more pensive.

“And…we drank, well, he drank. I had this feeling, but I figured I was just overthinking it since we hung out a ton of times before.”

“What happened?”

“Uh, he…started asking me all these questions about Junho and Jungkook and money and I know it’s my fault since I should’ve have been so open with him from the beginning.”

“And?”

“I figured he was after the money but then he—God, this is so weird.”

“No, it’s not weird,” Yuri exclaims, reaching across the table to grab your hand as she grips Yoongi’s shoulder with the other, drawing his attention to her, “he was stalking her. Started talking about the party when he wasn’t even invited! About the car Jungkook bought and all that and he said other creepy things!”

Yoongi’s eyebrows shoot up, “what else did he say? How do you know for sure that he was stalking you?”

“I don’t know,” you laugh emptily, “just…the things he said freaked me out.”

“And what he did after…” Yuri finishes, shooting a warning glare at you.

Yoongi turns to you, “what did he do?”

“He…well, he grabbed my hand—” you clutch your sore wrist to your chest, recounting the events from last night “—and he wouldn’t let me go. When I tried to get away, he pushed me against the door and refused to let me go still. Then he…”

“That’s harassment!”

Yoongi turns to Yuri who’s fuming all over again, his voice calm, “then he…?”

“He tried to kiss me, but I managed to push him away and kick him out.”

“And she still slept there! She should’ve called the police!”

“I’m afraid of how much he knows.”

“You have nothing to worry about,” Yoongi counters, pushing the chair back as he stands up, “Yuri and I will take you back home to pack whatever you need, you’re staying with us till we deal with him.”

Yuri squeals, grabbing your hands to pull you in for a hug, “I told you!”

Perhaps it isn’t too safe for you to go back there with Seojoon around, knowing what a creep he turned out to be. And maybe you did wake up multiple times throughout the night to monitor your surroundings. As much as you hate to admit it, you had to drink several glasses of water before you truly calmed down.

She takes your face between her palms, grinning, “told you he’ll say that. Don’t worry about anything. Yoongi will sort everything out. Let’s get ready to fetch your things.”

You’re eyeing Yoongi who’s busy talking on the phone, slipping away into the kitchen.

How he deals with Seojoon shouldn’t be any of your business, right? Especially since Yuri has no idea who he was all those years ago.

Yuri holds out the purple, jewel toned silk dress, mouth hanging open, “this. You’re wearing this on Friday.”

You stuff another pair of jeans into your suitcase, huffing, “Yuri, you’re supposed to be helping me pack. Not help me pick out what I’m gonna wear!”

She tosses the dress onto your bed, resuming her search in your cupboard, “you’re right, you’re right. You could wear anything, and Taehyung would still drool!”

Heat creeps to your cheeks, “shut up!”

Butterflies swarm your belly at the mention of his name, fluttering around when you think of how your date would go this Friday. He’s taking you out to one of the…fanciest restaurants in town.

Yuri flops down on your bed dreamily, arms splayed behind her, “still can’t believe he sang you to sleep. Yoongi does sometimes…but it’s mostly me singing him to sleep! And I don’t mind, since I love watching how he struggles to keep his eyes open.”

You chuckle, aiming a camisole at her face, “he didn’t really sing me to sleep. I dozed off for a while then woke up again since I couldn’t…fucking calm down.”

“Ah,” she pouts, tugging at the hem of your shirt, “sorry babe.”

“It’s okay.”

“I wish you would’ve called us! If I saw him I would’ve—” she holds up her hands, choking the air “—you know?”

You snort, “I can take care of myself.”

“Right, right, I know,” she jokes, poking at your side, “you were part of the bees once upon a time.”

Smirking, you collapse next to her, taking a lump of her hair between your fingers. She opens her mouth to speak, but the sound of your phone ringing in the lounge interrupts her. You rush over to answer it, eyebrows pinching together when you see an unknown number flashing on the screen.

“Hello?”

“Hey, it’s me, Jungkook.”

“O-Oh,” you chuckle, both hands clutching the phone to your ear, “hey.”

“I tried calling you.”

You scoff, “I tried calling you! And you wouldn’t take any of my calls.”

“What?”

You sit at the edge of the kitchen stool, hearing the shock in his voice, “yeah. I tried calling and you wouldn’t answer. Then voicemail.”

“That’s funny because I didn’t get any calls at all.”

You purse your lips, “I find that hard to believe.”

“I’m serious. Not a single call. And I have my phone with me all the time. You know I can switch numbers on my phone, but still receive calls on one. I explained it to you.”

“Yeah, yeah. I know.”

“But I didn’t get any from your number,” you hear him make a small sound of surprise, “and I sent Junho a few messages, but he didn’t reply.”

“What? Junho?”

“Yeah, I know you have like this safety thing on for him so he can’t receive calls from unknown numbers, so I couldn’t call you there either. He didn’t reply so I was worried, but Yoongi said you guys are okay.”

You’re already making your way to Junho’s room, finding him stuffing the miniature version of your suitcase with his own clothes.

“Oh, yeah, we’re okay.”

Junho leaps up, pulling at your dress, “can I talk to dad?”

“I’ll call you later, gotta go.”

“Alright, bye.”

“Wait, why did you try calling?”

“Oh, err…I wanted to talk to you about something.”

You hear someone speak in the background, along with shuffling, “okay, I’ll call you and we can talk.”

“Okay.”

Once you hear beeping to signal the end of the call, you set your phone down on Junho’s desk, scanning his room.

“Where’s your iPad?”

Immediately, you notice his change in expression, fingers pulling at his bottom lip.

“I got it here.”

You fold your arms, perched at the edge of his bed, “can I see it?”

He shuffles around his room, looking under the heaps of clothing and inside his drawers. Stalling. Finally, he finds it in the overnight bag he took to Yoongi’s this weekend, handing it to you without meeting your gaze.

And just like Jungkook said, you open up the messaging app to see over fifteen voice notes from Jungkook. All have been opened. But not one response from your son. Junho hovers near you, swaying on his feet.

‘Hey Smiley! How’s my big boy doing? I miss you!’

‘Smiley! What are you up to? I saw a Bugatti on my way to work today and I thought of you. I’m always thinking of you and mamma. Tell her I miss her and I miss you toooo!’

‘Junho I hope you’re okay! Please let me know if you want anything before I get back. There’s a nice shop over here and they keep Matchbox and Hot Wheels!’

‘Smiley you’re doing good? Respond to meeeeee.’

‘Does mamma like black or white more?’

‘Don’t tell her I asked, pleaseeeee.’

‘Smiley can you tell mamma I’m trying to call her. I don’t think she wants to talk to me. Ha ha.’

You glance at Junho, a dense lump lodged in your throat. He’s staring at the screen now, sat next to you.

‘I love you sonnnn, I love you both!’

Locking the iPad abruptly, you turn to Junho, heart pounding in your chest. Ears turning hot when you catch sight of Junho’s guilty frown.

“Are you going to tell me…why you didn’t respond to dad?”

He hops off the bed, short legs carrying him to the other side of the room where he grabs his headphones.

“Junho. I’m talking to you. Why didn’t you tell me dad was trying to call?”

“Because,” he grits out, back turned to you.

You inhale a shuddering breath, your own voice going against your will and booming out into the room.

“Because what?!”

“Because I didn’t want to!” He yells, stomping his feet.

“You didn’t want to?!”

“Yes!”

You grab his arm, turning his head with a hold on his chin, thumb and forefinger pressing into his cheeks, “why not?!”

He squirms out of your hold, eyes as wide as saucers, “because!”

“That’s it,” you shout, folding the cover over his iPad and tucking it under your arm, “no more iPad for you.”

“NO!”

“The weekend is over anyway.”

“Mamma,” he sobs, reaching out for you. You will yourself to look away, ignoring the way tears brim his doe eyes because you’ll give in to him. And then he won’t learn his lesson.

“Are you going to tell me why you didn’t respond to dad?!”

“Because,” he grits, shoulders lifting with each harsh breath he takes, “because I didn’t want to talk to him. He’s gone again!”

Your heart stutters in your chest, tears springing to your eyes.

“He’s gone! He left us again!”

“J-Junho…”

“I didn’t want to talk to him,” he repeats, wiping at his eyes furiously, “I didn’t want to!”

“He’s coming back,” you soothe, crouching in front of him to wipe his tears but he jerks away, stuttering through his words.

“And now you’re angry with me!”

“Junho, I’m not—”

“Yes, you are!”

You pull him into your lap, wiping his tears with the hem of your shirt.

“I’m just…sad. I was waiting for dad to call for so long and then when I tried to call him, it wasn’t going through. So, I was just worried and then I found out that all along he’s been sending you messages and you didn’t tell me.”

He buries his head in your chest, sobbing, “I’m sorry.”

You pat his back, seeing Yuri’s reflection in the mirror to your left. Spinning around with Junho in your lap, you wipe your eyes with your shoulder, sending her a maudlin smile.

“How much did you see” – you mouth to her, receiving a shrug.

“Enough.”

Later that evening, you’re trying to make sense of why Junho would do something like that. Why would he ignore his father when he loves him so much and he’s afraid that he’s never going to come back? How can a child, his age, have all the anger and willpower to ignore someone he yearns to talk to?

You’re glad that you made up after, sat with him till he fell asleep and tucked him in good, but you know you should’ve handled it differently.

Sat in the patio across Yoongi and Yuri, you take a sip of your drink, shrinking into your seat.

“Am I a bad mother?”

“What? NO!”

“Of course not.”

You giggle at their reactions, nodding.

Yoongi sits back in the couch, “why would you think that?”

“I don’t know,” you shrug, gazing up at the sky, “I just feel like I could’ve…reacted better today.”

“You were surprised, and you made up pretty quick,” Yuri quips, nudging Yoongi in his side so he can add some of his input.

“Smiley’s a smart boy, I’m sure he understood why you were mad at him.”

“If your kids don’t hate you at some point then you’re a bad parent.”

Both you and Yoongi share the same quizzical expression, eyes on Yuri who sinks into Yoongi’s side, laughing hysterically.

“What? That’s what my mother says!”

Yoongi hugs her into his side, gummy smile in place, “I guess she’s right.”

“Do you think your kids would hate you at some point, Yoongi?” You tease, hearing a rigid no from him.

“My kids are gonna love me! I’m gonna spoil them and spend all my time with them, make sure that they’re always having fun.”

Yuri stares up at him fondly, stars in her eyes.

“Yeah?”

He looks down at her, nodding with his cheeks puffed up, “mhm.”

“Can’t wait,” she giggles, reaching for his hand to place a kiss on his knuckles.

You look away to give them privacy, but you find your gaze wandering back to them. A sense of longing blooming in your heart at their precious interaction.

Taehyung pulls up in the driveway with a loud roar of his engine, radiant smile in place. You wave Yuri and Junho goodbye, taking cautious steps down the stairs as you rush over to his car. Clicking in the seatbelt, you’re unable to hide your goofy smile once you turn to face him.

“Hey.”

He gives you quick peck on the lips, his fingers brushing your chin ever so slightly but it’s enough to have your face turn hot and tingling. The taste of mint lingers on your lips, along with his playful smile.

“Hey,” he says charmingly, one hand on the wheel while the other sits on the gearshift, “you look beautiful.”

You flick your hair over your shoulder, scanning his attire. Grey, three-piece suit with a darker colored tie, hair swept over his forehead.

“Thank you, so do you.”

“How have you been?”

You gaze out the window, eyes tracking each car that passes by. A habit you picked up from your son.

“Been okay, and yours?”

“Busy,” he sighs, heel of his palm pressed to the wheel as he takes the first left turn, “things went well at our new branch. I’m just glad that I’m back home.”

“That’s good.”

He turns to you, dark brown eyes simmering with the streetlights, “to see you.”

“Me too,” you smirk, alarmed when a car honks behind you, “hey, keep your eyes on the road!”

“It’s not my fault!” He laughs, the sound rich and masculine, “you distracted me.”

Face burning impossibly hot, you fix the strap of your dress, marvelling at the bright yellow lights ahead once you come to a stop outside a large building. It’s exterior black with yellow highlights and a modern structure. ‘Beaujolais’ in a glowing, brighter yellow situated above the double doors. While you were admiring the architecture, you failed to notice that Taehyung had left his seat to make his way to your side, startling you when he opens your door.

“Madam,” he winks, holding out his hand which you take gracefully.

Once you enter, all heads turn your way, his name being mumbled in every corner of the dimly lit restaurant. You grip onto his arm, feeling him lean into your side as you’re ushered to a quiet corner in the back, an elderly couple seated behind you. Taehyung tucks you into your seat, jerking it forward till you’re snug against the edge of the table.

You wait for him to take the seat across you, but he doesn’t, instead he pulls out the seat next to you, arm thrown over the backrest of your chair.

With a flick of his finger, not one word from him, the waiter dips his head and scurries away from your table, leaving you to take in the elegant interior, a low murmur floating around as well as the soft clink of utensils.

“Are you going to tell me what happened that night?”

He’s so close you could count each pore on his face – zero. Which leaves you feeling a little exposed. But he’s unbothered.

“Which night?” You whisper, whisper because he’s speaking in such a low tone.

He drags his tongue between his teeth, a light smirk playing on his lips. The entire gesture insanely attractive to you.

“Don’t play dumb with me, sweetheart. The night you called. You’re not the type to call at midnight crying over a nightmare. Usually, you’d tell me the next day.”

You scrunch up your nose when he nudges it with his index finger, following the sparkles his rings catch with the candlelight.

“I know you too well.”

Sticking out your bottom lip, you arrange your thoughts – wondering if you should tell him. Whenever you talk about it, it leaves you in a lugubrious mood for the rest of the day, and you don’t want to spoil your evening.

“I…I don’t want to talk about it right now.”

There’s a question on his lips, eyes searching yours before he nods slowly, fiddling with the napkin on his plate.

“Alright, but you are going to tell me.”

“I will,” you promise, shoulders feeling a little looser.

“How’s Smiley doing? I wanted to pop in to see him before we left but then we would’ve missed our reservation,” he pouts, his attention carried to your neck when you throw your hair over your shoulder.

“He’s good. Ah, you can see him tomorrow if you want to.”

“I was thinking we could go to this one water park not too far from here, Junho would love it!”

“Is it the one near Jangmi? I heard about it a while ago.”

“Yeah, Yoongi and Yuri can come along if they’d like, we can leave after work and maybe spend the night too.”

“That sounds like fun,” you admit, knowing how much Junho would enjoy the water park, since he’s your little water baby, “I’ll ask them.”

“Okay. Just let me know what they say, and I can book in for us,” he mumbles, reaching into his pocket for his phone.

He’s busy texting, and you can’t help but look, he lets you too, holding the phone up so you can observe.

“Deiji?” You say before thinking, but he’s quick to respond before you can play it off.

“Yeah, her dad owns the park, so I asked if she had hold a few rooms for us until you let me know.”

“Oh.”

At the mention of her, you recall the sickeningly sweet smell of her perfume, extremely high -pitched voice to match whenever Taehyung cracked a joke. Her grubby hands on him—

“Let’s check.”

Taehyung rubs his hands together, bringing one of the menus between you. You settle on one of their chicken dishes since the name sounded delicious itself and Taehyung picks out the starter and dessert, keeping his main similar to yours. The entire time he’s pinned to your side, hands caressing your knee as he munches on his entrée cutely.

You dab at the corners of his mouth, already full by the time you’re done but once the aroma of the chicken hits your nostrils when it’s placed in front of you – your stomach gurgles for more.

“Told you it’s good,” he chuckles, sipping at his wine. Whenever you turn to look at him – he looks at you, so you can’t truly ogle him like you usually do. But Taehyung in this setting – sipping on wine, lax and calm under the candlelight, he’s truly, so breathtakingly handsome. You surge forward, pressing your lips to the mole on his nose.

His eyes widen comically, as if breaking character before he relaxes, returning the gesture which has you giggling.

“The mole on your nose—“ you say, brushing it with your finger once again.

“What about it?”

“It’s cute.”

“I have one here and here too—” he bites his bottom lip, showing you the one just there.

“I know.”

“Why don’t you kiss those too?”

Heat settles on your cheeks once again, and it’s not the wine. You find the elderly woman’s bespectacled gaze on you, her face twisted in disgust.

“Maybe later,” you wink, patting his cheek lightly.

It’s silent for the rest of your meal, till dessert comes around, a rich, chocolatey mousse which has your tastebuds tingling, moaning with the decadence as it hits your tongue.

“I come here on special occasions,” he informs, poking into his mousse.

You lick the underside of your spoon, cocking a brow, “what’s today’s special occasion?”

He shrugs, “just feel like it.”

Narrowing your eyes at him, you can tell he has more to say with the way he leaves his mousse unfinished, hands disappearing under the table.

“I haven’t been completely honest with you, ___.”

You swallow the last bit of chocolate, urging him to continue with raised brows.

“I mean, about my past,” he begins, words leaving his mouth cautiously, “I know, that day, you saw those pictures of me, and my mother said I was a rebel and all, but it’s more than that.”

Setting down your spoon, you rest your hands on the table, “okay.”

He shuts his eyes, struggle shooting through them once they reopen, “I just don’t want you to see me differently from this day onward. Who I was before is a poor representation of who I am today. What you get from me now is me, one hundred percent.”

“Tae,” you giggle, catching the short tufts of hair at the back of his neck between your fingers, “you can trust me.”

“I know I can,” he stresses, ringed fingers curling around your thigh, “I just…don’t want you to see me differently.”

You inhale a deep breath, releasing the words just as slow, “I haven’t been honest about my past too…so I understand.”

He chews on his bottom lip, gaze latched onto yours.

“Alright, well, I’ll go first.”

Nodding, you readjust your position in your seat as he does the same.

“If something happens to you, and it affected you so much, won’t you swear to yourself that you won’t let your kids go through the same?”

Your chin hits your chest as you nod, his words resonating within you since you share a similar thought.

“My father refused to marry the girl his parents picked out for him and instead married my mother, gave her two children and then left because he couldn’t take it anymore. Couldn’t handle taking care of a family without his parents’ wealth. So he left. Leaving us with absolutely nothing.”

You’re listening intently, arm winding around his back.

“But everything caught up with him,” he exhales a bitter laugh, “anyway, I was seen as the black sheep of the family. My brother worked hard in school, and I was trying too. But when your effort isn’t recognized when you know you’re trying, it just feels like you’re doing it all for nothing, you know? At least that’s what I thought when I was younger. So I gave up, got lost in the wrong corner at the wrong time and joined the wrong crowd.”

His large hand covers yours, lacing your fingers.

“The whole time, I grew up thinking that we were born into an unfortunate family, so when my grandfather caught me picking at his pocket in a high society event, I refused to believe him when he said I was his grandson. They still didn’t help until my mother agreed to give up one of her sons to the family name. She hated them—” he grits, agony flashing behind his eyes, “—hated them with a passion, thought he was lying so you know who she gave up?”

You cup the back of his neck, whispering, “you.”

“But I refused to leave my other family behind and that’s when everything went haywire. How I ended up—” he presses a hand to his forehead, hands trembling.

“We don’t have to talk about this, Tae.”

“No, I want you to know,” he intones, fixing his posture. “Again, I was in the wrong place at the wrong time, given a weapon I didn’t even know how to handle at the time with one job assigned to me and my partner. We were supposed to shake the guy up, you know? Make him pay in another way till he could actually give us the money.”

He shakes his head vehemently, brown hair flopping over his eyes.

“But things went out of control, he tried to hurt me and my partner and before you know it, I was the one who pulled the trigger.”

With that, he exhales a burdened breath, turning to you slowly as he surveys every inch of your face. You’re taking it all in, wondering if he means what you think he means.

“You…?”

“Yes.”

This should affect you a lot more than it actually is, right? Why do you feel nothing after finding out that he once killed a man…in a difficult situation. Maybe because you witnessed something like that multiple times before.

“It was self-defence, that’s what they all said, but up till today I still live with the guilt knowing I could’ve aimed lower, in his leg, in his arm.”

Then his words hit you, stomach flipping in on itself.

“Why do you…carry one with you then?”

He chews on the corner of his mouth, “I don’t anymore. I keep it in my car. That day at the warehouse, I just had the suspicion that Jungkook was gonna do something stupid, so I took it with me.”

“What if you…had hurt Yoongi? What if you didn’t aim for his arm?”

“The thing is, after that day, I went for training, I got a license and I know how to use it. Eighteen-year-old me was clueless and scared. I aimed for the pipe behind Jungkook, I guess Yoongi got scared and tried to save him, I had no idea it would hit his arm.”

“Taehyung, I don’t understand.”

“I didn’t go there intending to hurt anyone, ___. I didn’t aim at Jungkook or Yoongi, I was trying to scare him like he was doing with me. It was purely an accident.”

You’re blinking at him, slowly making sense of his words. Suddenly, your shoulder feels cold, he scoots away from you, buttoning up his blazer.

“Anyway, that’s my story. I just wanted you to know if we decide to take things further.”

You can tell how he’s feeling. He just poured out the most defining moments of his life and you’re pondering on something you’ve already discussed multiple times before. Somehow, you feel like he’s contradicting himself, saying that he’s not who he was but he’s still careless with a weapon like that. Whether he likes it or not, you’re going to have to talk about it again. But now it’s your turn.

“This is my story.”

You start from the beginning, just like he did. From your religious parents, to how you met Jungkook and Yoongi, to how things started with Jungkook, to how you found out who Jungkook’s father is. Somehow, it seems a lot worse than his story when you recall how you witnessed Jungkook’s father’s gang blow up a whole building, countless deaths taking place right in front of your eyes. How you stuck with Jungkook.

Till he didn’t stick with you anymore, retelling the story of how he left, which seems incredibly similar to what his own father had done. It makes you think.

He’s caressing the back of your knuckles with his thumb, a regretful tint to his eyes.

“Is that why you wanted us to work things out? Did you somehow relate to my situation?”

He licks his lips, “I saw my mother in you.”

Your heart clenches in your chest, vision going blurry.

“Why she did what she did.”

“Tae…”

Hoping you don’t ruin the eye makeup Yuri took hours perfecting, you dab at your eyes, unable to fight the tight lump in your throat any longer.

“But most importantly, I saw myself in Junho.”

You continue to chat, his words stir a range of emotions, words refusing to come out as you blink at him. Just then, the waiter comes around with the bill, forcing you to conceal your face behind Taehyung. You leave the restaurant in silence, soft jazz filling the car as he takes the long route back home, turning to you when you stop at a red light.

“I’m glad we finally talked.”

You smile, half his face illuminated by the city lights. This whole evening makes you feel closer to him, the yearning extending into something else, something strong and latching onto him as he sits and speaks to you with his telling eyes.

Something blossoms in your chest. You want him. But not in a lustful sense, that too, but more. Your own thoughts fail to pinpoint the feeling.

His shirt is unbuttoned, tie loose around his neck.

“What’s wrong, love?”

Acting on impulse, you unclick your seatbelt and jump across the console, catching his lips in a searing kiss. He kisses you back just as thirsty, the breath he takes in through his nose sharp and stuttered as your fingers curl around his neck, peppering kisses all over his handsome face, uncaring as the straps of your dress drop from shoulders.

Keeping you in his lap, he speeds down the highway as you continue to nip and suck at the side of his throat, hearing him groan when your tongue swirls around the bruise just below his ear. You work on giving him a matching one of the other side, turning his head for your easy access.

“Fuck, my place or yours?”

“Yours,” you hum, catching his earlobe between your teeth to hear him grunt, girthy cock pressing into the underside of your thighs. You’re soaking through your panties, pulling at his tie then working on unbuttoning the rest of his shirt, dark lipstick marks scattered across his shirt, face and chest.

Once you’re parked in his driveway, he carries you bridal style up the staircase, navigating through his mansion while you continue with you assault on your neck, heels slipping from your feet, wanting nothing more than to have his neck marked with your love. You’re being tossed onto the bed, breath hitching in your throat when you find your reflection on the ceiling, lipstick smeared across your chin and cheeks, hair a mess.

“What’s gotten into you, today?” He husks, undoing the strap on his watch before discarding his belt in a similar fashion, the clink of the clasp sending a thrill up the length of your spine. His rings come off next, clattering to the nightstand.

You kneel at the foot of the bed, working on pushing his top garments over his shoulders.

“Nothing, but I’m hoping you do.”

A strangled gasp tumbles from your lips when he fits a hand into the back of your head and grabs a fistful of hair, tilting your head up so your gaze is on the ceiling once again, the tantalizing sight of his back through his button up has you clenching your thighs together.

“Naughty today, hm?”

You grin salaciously, “you like me naughty.”

He spins you around harshly, back pressed into his chest as his fingers pull down the zip on the side of your dress, breath hot against your flushed skin.

“No, I don’t. You know what happens when you’re naughty.”

Batting your lashes, you meet his gaze in the reflection, “maybe I need you to remind me.”

His tie is being pulled over his head, rolled up into a ball before being shoved into your gaping mouth, the narrow end sticking out. You moan around the dry fabric as he pushes you back down on the bed and flips you over onto your back, dress a useless piece of material draped on your body. He’s looking down at you with a biting smirk, moonlight hitting his face as if it’s his own personal spotlight, shining on him as he removes his shirt, muscles rippling with the movement.

He sets his hands on either side of your head, you’re looking up, watching as his back flexes deliciously, setting his weight on your lower half which has you spreading your legs, core aching to be filled, touched, anything.

“That enough to remind you?”

You shake your head, watching as his jaw clenches. Whining as he pulls away, you feel a light breeze sift through the diaphanous curtains and dust your skin. Goosebumps rising as he peels your dress off your body, his eyes widening a bit once he sees your matching purple bra and thong.

He reaches for your right leg by the ankle, bringing your foot up to his mouth. Staring at the darkened spot between your legs with ravenous eyes.

You wiggle your toes in front of his face, remembering what you talked about the last time. What he likes. What you like. His eyebrows lift in question and you dare to move your feet closer to his face, core pulsing once you feel his tongue slide between your big and second toe, fingers twitching when his lips wrap around the middle one, the sensation…so new but amazing.

His cock strains in his pants – reminding you that you have another foot. Ever so slowly, moaning around the ball in your mouth when his tongue moves lower to lick at the creases in your foot, you rub at his bulge, flexing your foot against it. It’s a workout, trying to keep the right angle, but the look on his face is worth it. And as he continues to tongue at your foot, heat unfurling in your lower abdomen, he unzips his pants, pulling out his cock in one swift movement.

The tip is glazed with precum, leaking as you drag the length of your foot up and down the shaft, hearing a guttural moan from him. His cock is hot and heavy against your foot, the feeling so foreign as your toes curl around the head, feeling his juices leak between your toes.

When your foot glides down and back up, pausing at the head, his hips jerk forward, thrusting against your skin as he suckles on your toes one by one. You speed up your movements, seeing his brows furrow, lip tucked between his teeth after he lets go of your toes with a loud pop, moving back to sink to his stomach, spreading your legs with his large palms on your inner thighs.

He tears at your panties, ignoring your squeals before blowing hot air onto your puffy clit, eyes shut as spreads open your folds with his index and middle fingers.

“You’re fucking dripping,” he sighs, breath kissing your clit as he continues to speak, taunt you till you’re pushing his head down into your pussy, fingers buried in his hair, “did you enjoy my mouth on your feet that much?”

You want to say that no, I enjoyed watching you fall apart as you fucked my foot, but you can’t. Jaw aching as it stays pried open with the soggy tie.

He runs his knuckles from your clit to your weeping hole, tip of his tongue pressing into your clit. Your back arches off the bed, sticky toes curling, eyes rolling back with the sharp motion of his tongue flicking your clit at breakneck speed. Fire ignites in you lower belly a lot faster than you expected, eyes slipping open to watch as his head shakes between your legs, light stubble grazing your thighs, hot mouth glued to your cunt that responds to every stroke of his tongue.

“Hmmmmmm,” he hums into your pussy, dragging out the sound in time with the drags of his tongue against your swollen folds, tongue hooked under the hood of your clit.

You thrash under him, feet planted on the bed as you rut into his face, drenching his tongue and cheeks with your slick. Your moans are muffled, sweat building on your forehead. Breath escaping your lungs when he sinks two fingers inside you in one fluid motion, abusing that spongy spot within your walls till your thighs tremble around his face.

“Hmmmmm.” The sound reverberates through every inch of your body, cunt fluttering around his fingers.

In a second, his movements stop just as you’re nearing the edge, an animalistic sound leaving your throat when he removes his tongue and fingers, eyes glinting with mischief. He slaps your pussy twice, leaving you twitching and rolling onto your side in a ball of sweat and sadness. The position gives him access to the clasp on your bra, ridding you of the flimsy material.

His hand rears back to land a resounding slap to your cunt again, a squeal of his name leaping up your throat when he directs his attention your ass, flesh rippling under his hand.

“Didn’t think you could get away that easily, hm? You weren’t being so naughty though,” he chuckles, kicking off his pants and boxers, now as bare as you. “So that was nothing.”

The heat in your pussy tells you otherwise, begging for release.

His eyes soften, caressing your cheeks with the back of his hand as he settles between your legs, cock brushing your thigh.

“Do you remember what we talked about? Or do you need reminding again?”

You chuckle breathlessly, throwing your arms around his neck as he lifts you up with one arm to put you up further on the bed, pillows resting under your head.

“I do,” you smile, locking your ankles behind his waist, “I’m on the pill.”

“I’ve only ever been with you recently,” he grins coyly, sweaty strands of hair sticking to his forehead, “I’m clean.”

“Me too,” you say proudly, jutting your hips closer to his.

“I really want this,” he professes, lining his cock with your entrance. You eye the point where your sexes meet, waiting with bated breath.

“Me too.”

He covers your mouth with his, tongue entering your mouth just as he sinks in to the hilt. Your mouth hangs open, feeling every ridge, every twitch of his cock against your ridged walls as he drags in and out, groans pouring into your mouth.

“Tae,” you cry out, nails piercing his back as he stretches you out, walls hugging his cock with each pivot of his hips. You watch his ass move in the reflection, taking in the sight hazily till you can’t keep your eyes open any longer.

“Yes, love,” he moans, kissing you feverishly, but you’re unable to return his kisses, so enthralled by the feel of his long cock sinking in and out of your pussy, moans getting louder as the bulbous tip brushes your sweet spot on every thrust.

“I feel so f-full,” you sigh, lips pressed to his neck once he picks up the pace, chest brushing your perky nipples.

“Yeah? You do? You’re gonna feel more full when I stuff you with my cum.”

Your eyes roll back, panting into his neck as his chest stays pressed against yours, his hips working at an inhumane pace.

“Fuck, you’d like that, hm? Fill you with my cum till it’s leaking out of you.”

“I want it,” you moan, trying to meet his every thrust with your own hips, “want your cum.”

“Yeah? What else?”

You’re riding on the euphoric feeling of his cock drilling into you, speaking without thinking.

“Want you to cum inside me,” you whisper, whimpering as he continues to pound you into the bed, words stuttered with the movement, “wanna…fuck!”

His pants into your ear, sweat dripping from his forehead, “wanna what?”

“Tae,” you let out a drawn-out moan, so close to the precipice, nothing but him and his skin rubbing against yours centered in your mind.

“Tell me love, fuck, you like that name?” He laughs, cupping your chin to land another sloppy kiss on your lips.

“Want you to cum deep inside me,” you blubber, mascara streaking down your cheeks as your teeth grind into each, etching the feel of his cock buried inside you in your mind as he plunges into you at a slower pace.

“I will, fuck but where—”

You cry out, orgasm hitting you in slow, consuming waves, walls closing in around him as his hips stutter, moaning into your neck.

“Fuck, fuck, want me to cum inside you?”

“Yes,” you sigh, rolling your hips into his and clenching around him, watching as his pretty eyes flutter shut, a groan of your name filling the hot air. There’s so much more you want to say, but you’re afraid you might scare him away, given your circumstances. Like you want him to fuck you so full of his cum you might…

And then you feel him unleash hot ropes of cum inside you, the idea of him fucking a baby inside you has heat travelling up your spine again, teeth piercing into your lower lip as the sensation triggers your second high, clutching onto him as he fucks into you, making the best of it before pulling out. When you clench again, a lump of white spills out of you and you moan, the sound a little alarming to you since he’s watching you so intently, cock soft and wet against his leg.

Wordlessly, he pulls you into his arms, pecking the back of your neck daintily. Once you catch your breath, you turn to him, finding his eyes on you. You can’t help but wonder if you said something you can’t remember. If you gave too much away, but he just smiles, the same boyish smile that makes your heart skip a beat.

“That was amazing,” he mumbles sleepily, fingers trailing down the valley of your breasts. Grinning stupidly, you rest your cheek against his chest, knowing you should get up to clean yourself since the feel of his cum drying on your thighs isn’t too pleasant. He presses a kiss to the crown of your head, leaving you a little dizzy. So close to him.

The sound of your phone ringing cuts through the sweet moment, and when you sit up to answer it, he pulls you back down, whining.

“Leave it, if it’s important they’ll call again.”

Settling in his arms again, you wait for the call, but it doesn’t come. And it was in your best interest not to answer anyway, since it’d just ruin your night.

Yoongi, on the other line, angry. Asking why you decided to hire someone to hack into Jungkook’s phone and interfere with his business.

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Under your spell - Part V

Minors don’t interact

Summary : The great inquisition. In a small village during medieval old time, a young crusader has been ordained priest. A rumor of a witch cursing the place with plague has rapidly spread around. To find the witch and put her at the stake, the holy knight has instilled fear and mistrust but he finds resistance in you. Starting to have dirty thoughts about you, he gets you jailed, so sure you’re the sinner he’s chasing after. But are you really the one you pretend not to be ?

WC : 5,4 k

Content : Historical au, angst, toxic behavior, romance, heavy blasphemy, corruption, smut, oral (m!receiving), cum eating, masturbation (f!receiving), squirting, spit in mouth, manhandle, pet name (good girl), rough sex, breeding.

Pairing : Crusader!Taiju Shiba x Fem!Reader.

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When you wake up you are back in your bed, alone.

After the bath he took you to his bedroom and he made love to you, he touched you everywhere, kissing every inch of your skin, making you feel how much you were valuable to him. He never talked about your burns. He kissed it gently like the rest of your body. And you forgot just for a moment you were different. You didn’t wanted to hide yourself like with the others. No, Taiju saw through it, and you felt like the most beautiful and lovable woman walking the earth under his touch. You felt your heart melt and die from pure bliss everytime his lips where on you.

Soon after, the nuns enter your bedroom and open the curtains.

A servant comes in with a tray full of fruits and bread and marmelade.

« You need to hurry my child, the lord commander is already waiting for you. »

You frown, not understanding what they are talking about. You were with Taiju the whole night and not once did he mention for you and him to leave the day after.

Of course you knew you couldn’t stay here for long, but this was so sudden.

You eat in a hurry, letting the help bandage your body and dress you in casual clothes before you go down to the courtyard were the crusader is already taking care of his horse.

When he sees you coming between the nuns, he bow his head respectfully like he weren’t buried deep inside you last night, pilling ropes of cum and giving you multiple orgasms. You make a quick reverence, and you can’t hide your joy of seeing his handsome grumpy face again.

The very same face you caressed and kissed all night long.

« Lord Commander. »

« Leave us sisters, I have to talk to our guest. »

When they aren’t on sight anymore he takes your hand and kiss it gently, you close your eyes, flash of your night coming back again and you feel your pussy quivering at the feeling of his lips on you. It’s insane how needy he can make you with a simple touch.

He let go when a servant passes nearby and takes a step back.

« Ride the horse Y/n, we need to reach the dock fast. »

He helps you on, sliding his hands along your waist, your hip and your thigh and a shiver run down your spine. Every time he touches you, you are close to having a heart attack but you miss it bad the moment his skin isn’t against yours.

He hop on the black stallion behind you and you leave the Roman house.

« Where are we going ? »

He doesn’t say anything, looking around aware of any dangers that might come your way.

When he finally helps you out of his horse, you are near a galleon where men are already running around and you understand that you are going to leave the holy lands.

« Wait here. » he says before going onboard to talk to the captain. When he comes back, his stern look is tainted with something strange you never saw on his face.

« It is done now. » He said avoiding your gaze.

« You did not tell me. Where are we going ? »

You can see he struggles a bit to take the words out. « This ship is heading north, they will make halts to several docks but you should be home in two weeks. This is the fastest I could find. »

« What ? No ! I am not going anywhere without you ! »

You put your hands on his but he push you away. « Listen to me woman, this land is not a place for you, it is dangerous and you are not welcome. I do not hope for you to understand, and I do not care. This is where our paths diverge. You are going back to your life and I am going back to war. »

Your eyes start watering and you try again to touch him but he continues to push you away.« I have made my decision. Now take this ship and do not come back. I forbid you to ! »

« No ! You are lying ! Yesterday you- » he doesn’t let you finish and shake his head.

« You do not want to understand, do you ? It meant nothing to me. I just needed your body for comfort. Yesterday was pleasant but I could not care less about you. I already told you, I am a protector of the faith, my duties here a more important than you. I did not think you were so silly. »

Your hand move fast and the sound of the slap on his cheek echoes on the dock.

There is just a few second when he doesn’t move, like he’s trying to make a hard choice and then he slaps you back, so hard you fall to the ground and you look at him in shock with your hand over your sore cheek.

He kneels down to get your full attention and with that he adds insult to injury. « You wanted to know, then, everything I said in my confession was true. I did touched myself thinking of your body, I did dreamed of you but this was only when I needed to evacuate my stress after a battle. Let us be very clear, you chose to give me your body yesterday and years ago, I never came to see you, never asked for it. Indeed, you have my gratitude for letting me use your body, but I do not need it anymore. I feel better and I can go back to war while you, are going to stay away, not bothering me ever again, did I made myself understood ? »

You can’t breathe, you can’t even control the tremors of your body nor your tears falling down your cheeks. You can’t believe it, but he did it. He really slapped your face and stepped on your feelings. Even if he could lie about what he is saying, he would have never done that. Even when he thought you where a witch he never dared to raise a hand on you.

And yet, after loving you so tenderly during the night, he really hit you hard.

« I want you out of my way, woman. You are wasting my time. »

You look at him, searching for anything to convince you he doesn’t mean what he is saying but he looks determined.

« I do not believe you. I know you. And you are not this kind of man, I know it ! »

He smirk at you but his eyes are cold. « And who do you think am I hm ? What did you thought ? That I would leave everything I possessed to be with you ? You thought I would live with you happily ever after ? And to do what ? I am no peasant, no farmer, I do not work the field, I do not trade, I do not cook. I am a soldier. I fight, I pray, I fight again and then I die. I have been brought to this world on that sole purpose. This is what my life is about. You have no value for my quest as a priest or a crusader. You were just a mere misconduct. »

You stand up, gritting your teeth and he does the same, topping you with his tall stature.

« Look at me Lord Commander Taiju, look at me and swear to God this is what you really think.»

He looks away with anger tensing his handsome face « Damn it, woman…» he whispers for himself and then he looks back at you. « Do you really want me to go hard on you ? Just get on this ship for God’s sake. »

« Swear and I will. »

« I am not swearing on God’s name. Do you really want me to sin again ? Have you not done enough in that matter ? »

« Why are you doing this then ? » you put both your hands on his chest and it’s your turn to push him. « You might be a soldier of God but you are a coward ! You deny your own feelings in the name of a man you never saw when I am right in front of you. You said you were still alive because of me, not him ! Who are you deceiving yet ? Me or your God ? »

« Enough with your blasphemy !! I warn you woman, another word and I have your attitude fixed ! »

You walk to him, take his big hand in yours and put it on your neck. « Then do it. Do it now, because I would rather die from your hand than living without you. »

He tries his best not to close his eyes, breathing hard when his fingers slides on your skin and he take it off as if it was burning him. « Leave. It is an order. »

« I am not one of your underlings. You cannot order me anything. And I am not boarding this ship if you do not come with me. »

He doesn’t move, keeping his distance with you. « You told me once you wanted to freed me from you, now it’s time to freed yourself Taiju. »

You close the gap between you two and make room for yourself in his arms. « Is it that hard to aknowledge what I am saying ? I am yours. I have always been. » You admit not looking at him, with your cheeks burning out of embarrassment.

And this time he can’t push you away. He doesn’t held you, he just freeze and his eyes lowers to you.

Damn, your smell is mesmerizing. He doesn’t know what to do with his hands, he just tries his best not to listen to his inner voice that keeps telling him what he can’t bring himself to do publicly.

You put your ear on his chest and you can feel his heart beats fast.

« I‘m yours…eternally. »

You feel his hand on your chin and he makes you lift your head to look at him.

« I- » He stops himself before it’s too late. « I beg your pardon, for hurting you. But you have to leave, leave and never come back. You have to. »

« No. »

« Please. »

« No. I told you, I am not going anywhere without you. My place is by your side. »

« Y/n. » You feel his strong arms holding you tight but it’s only to push you out of him gently. « Do not make it harder than it should. You and I, this is not going to work. I could never make you mine, even if I wanted to, and I do not. No matter what you say, I am still a priest. What happened was a mistake. You were a… mistake. »

No tremors in his voice. He speaks calmly, you know he is not lying. How could he ?

You look at him and force a smile through your tears soaking your face without you noticing. « I understand. It is fine. » You make a step away and you turn around. « Know you never were one for me. »

His jaw clench and he takes a deep breath. He has nothing else to say. He did what he had to.

He watch you as you board the ship and your heart is so heavy when you turn around to look at him.

You see him ride his horse but he doesn’t move, waiting for the ship to leave, just to make sure you’re not going to sneak out.

His blank face doesn’t betray any feelings. He rest his hand on the cross of his sword while a sailor shout out to weight the anchor.

You look at him, pleading, hoping for a miracle but still, he doesn’t make a move.

Your ship is now leaving the dock and you shake your head. No, it’s impossible, you can’t do this, you can’t bring yourself to give up on him. You will not make it without him. He turns around ready to go back to war and its more than you can take.

You put one feet on the edge and a sailor hollers at you, making Taiju to look over his shoulder.

You are now seated on the flange and Taiju makes his horse turn around just to see you jump out of the ship.

« Y/N !!! »

You body go straight to the ocean and his heart stops beating when you disappear.

He rides out and run to the dock the fastest he can. He jump in the sea without second thought while you make it to the surface and he swims to you.

You try your best not to drown. You have never been a very good swimmer. You feel salted water in your mouth and your nose and start to move your legs to keep your head out of the waves.

He comes your way and grabs you in his arms a minute later. « ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND ? WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING, WOMAN ? » He’s so angry and frightened. It’s the first time you can see fear paint his handsome face.

You throw your arms around his neck and kiss him like he was your only way to breathe. You find air in his mouth and he struggle to keeps you both on the surface.

« Not without you ! Never again ! »

You find his lips, and you feel him keep you so close, you could merge with him.

He knows he needs to get you both out of the water, if the tide doesn’t kill you, ships and sharks will.

« DO…NOT MOVE, DO YOU…HEAR ME ?! » he grabs you by the waist and drags you to the shore.

When you are both out, he lay down next to you, try ing to catch your breath.

« You… you are… the most… insane… woman … I…ever…why…did you… »

You look at him while he stares at the sky breathlessly. « Because…I… »

You make an effort to get closer to him and kiss his cheek, whispering in his ear «…love you. »

You saw it, he didn’t say it out loud but you clearly saw it. He swore. A fuck got out of his mouth and you don’t know why but it makes you giggle. And you start to laugh louder, you can’t stop yourself. Yours makes his starts too and you end up having a long gale of laughter together.

You are wet, covered in sand and dust, you’re freezing, your every moves feel heavy and painful but you couldn’t care less.

Once you calmed down, he takes your hand in his and squeeze it gently. « Do not ever do that again, do you hear me ? I thought you were dead. »

« Were you afraid ? »

« I have never been so scared. I thought I lost you. » He admits looking at the clouds.

« If I did not jump out of this ship, you would have… »

He frown taking in a deep breathe. « Fine. But I want you to understand that from now on, you will be in great danger. I will have to hide you away. Means you will do as I tell you without question. »

You stay quiet a moment. « The Cardinal ? »

He nods. He doesn’t have to say more. You felt it when you met the man in clothe. Taiju always looked like a walking threat to you. But his uncle is worst, and you never met his relatives but you can sense a strong family trait behind this.

After a moment, he stands up and bend over to help you on your feet. He stops just to caress your cheek with his palm and your face lights up at the touch.

« I like it. Your smile. »

Your face heat up from the compliment before you slide your hand in his.

« You will see it more from now on. »

He shake his head and you can read his mind. Stubborn woman.

« Shall we go ? » You start to walk but he doesn’t move. You turn around and he looks at you with a smirk.

« Would you say it again ? »

Your eyes open wide and you turn around not to let him see how embarrassed you are.

« No. Let’s go. »

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You look at your reflect in the mirror uncomfortably in the black and white clothe you wear. You will never get used to it.

You’re officially a nun. You who have been excommunicated. You who decided to believe in one and only mortal man.

Taiju tried his best to cover your tracks. The only way to protect you was to make you stay in a convent, before he can find a better place. He went back to war, but he promised he would come back as soon as he has another permission.

And this time you had to let him go. You knew surely it was dangerous, you were plagued by anxiety. You knew he could die everyday. But he promised you to come back and find a better hideout, and you trusted him. Only the Mother superior knew who you truly were.

To get you in the convent, he had to tell her but you knew you could trust her the moment he introduced you. By chance, she was trustworthy, you learned she didn’t do that for him but against the Shiba.

She held a grudge on the cardinal and she made a duty to go against him.

She didn’t like Taiju neither, but she despised the cardinal more and for some obscure reasons, she was thrilled to ruin his plans.

She gave you a cell to hide and live away from the other nuns. You could come to eat with them and go around inside the convent as long as you wear the clothe like the others and did not talk to anyone. You were know mn as the silent nun, you officially took a silenced vow. But you didn’t feel well there.

And after weeks of waiting, Taiju had finally sent a missive to the Mother superior to say he was coming to collect some supplies and help for the crusade and he hoped his sisters were in good health and to prepare for their transport to victory in the kingdom of heaven, because it will come soon. Very soon.

The Mother superior came to your cell to tell you the new. The priest was coming to see you tonight, and you will be moving next.

You couldn’t wait to see him. You have been pretty sick lately. The heat was difficult to bear with this clothe on and you weren’t really hungry because you missed him.Now you feel better and are so impatient to see him again.

You waited until night when you finally heard a knock to the entrance where you roamed around all day.

« By our Lord’s name, open the door! »

You want to open it yourself, you can recognize his voice but you have to wait for your superior to do it. Only her can open the convent’s door.

The nuns are all asleep and you limp to the doors as fast as you can.

The convent’s mother superior comes with a candle and opens the door, letting the crusader in after checking he was alone.

When you see him you can’t wait for the nun to turn around and go hang at his neck, coming for a needy kiss. But the nun put a bible between you two and shake her head.

« Where do you think you are young girl ? This is a convent, you can kiss the cross, not the priest! »

She takes you by your arm and out of your lover’s arms.

Taiju smirk in his heavy armor but doesn’t say anything.

You look at your feet and mumble your apologizes.

« You have a cell for that. » the Mother superior whispers making a head movement towards the dark corridor. « Just, try to be quiet… »

You lift your head and open your mouth but she doesn’t let you speak. « I know. May God forgive me for that. Now go. »

You take Taiju’s hand and don’t wait to go through the old convent to your cell.

When you close the door, you ca finally kiss him with passion.

He chuckles and make you twirl for him. « Look at us, a nun and a priest. Oh Lord… forgive me. »

« I do not care. I have missed you. »

You slide your hand between his legs but he stops you. « No, not here. Not like that. Not in front of Him. » He said looking at the cross above your bed.

You look at him and raise a brow. You already had sex in a church, in a crusader’s house and in plenty of space where He was still on the wall. So why not here, when you are all needy for him.

You crave his touch, you want to feel him inside you and you can’t wait. It’s been two weeks. Too long.

You smirk and he frowns. Oh he knows you too well. And he doesn’t like your idea before you even spoke.

You kiss his lips and slide to his neck, licking your way down in a whisper. Then you take his hand and slide his thumb in your mouth, sucking it slowly.

He opens his mouth, fighting the urge to close his eyes and you know you already won.

« Have you ever been sucked off by a nun ? »

« What ? »

You get on your knees and slide your hands up his thighs to his trouser.

You look at him sheepishly, acting like a nun would while your hand caress his crotch the lewdest way and he looks at the ceiling, imploring silently for God’s mercy.

But it won’t save him from you.

« Take off your armor lord commander. I can’t pray on my knees before a soldier… » You say with a pout.

He breath hard looking down at your little game but his hands are already moving to get rid of his clothes.

You lick your lips and the moment his heavy parts fall to the ground you take out his erect cock and give it kitten licks. His dick is so hot on your tongue you can’t do anything but moan while he leans on the door. You taste his precum in your mouth and he twitch furiously everytime your lips touch him.

« Oh God… » he breathes out, putting his hand on your nun’s veil for support and you push your lips until your nose meets his pubes.

He bites hard on his lower lip not to moan and you starts to bob your head slowly. He’s too long, too big for you to take it whole without gagging. It’s the first time you are doing it but you don’t want to disappoint him so you try your best. And it seems to work. His face is dark red, his mouth half open and he breathe silently while his hand still rest on your head.

Your other hand goes up to his abs, under his shirt and you apply more pressure in your mouth making him jerk forward.

You start to gag feeling his cockhead hitting the back of your throat but you do your best to stay still. You never felt him so big. You know you’re doing it right by the way you feel him throbs on your tongue. Blood is running at a fast pace in a big vein going from the base of his cock to his head and his jerky breath makes you so wet you start to rub your thighs together.

He put the back of his hand over his mouth and close his eyes with a frown. His hips are rolling back and forth in your mouth and you tighten your throat and start to gag. When he wants to ease your breath you put both hands on his ass to keep him in entirety in your mouth and he twitch like crazy.

Drool is running down your chin and you can’t breath anymore but you never saw him so moved.

When he opens his eyes, something as switched. Lust is painted all over his face. He tears out your veil, give a hard trust in your mouth before retrieving himself and grabbing your hair, making your head go back hard in the process.

He starts to stroke himself fast over your face and look at you hungrily. « Open up. » He breath out with his warm and low voice.

You obey him, sliding your hand under your nun clothe as he spurts out his hot cum on your tongue.

It’s like a shot of adrenaline deep inside your souls. You have lost control and he could ask for anything you would agree. And he, could sin without regret.

Maybe you are a witch afterall.

The power you have on him is stronger than is own virtue.

You gulp down his semen looking him in the eye and lick your lips while he tries to regulate his own breath.

He helps you on your feet and kiss you so eager so touch your body. He puts his hands on your breast and you start to undress him entirely.

His hands find your hips, he lift you just to make you sit on your nightstand as you take his pants down.

Your nails digs in his ass cheeks and you scratch it all the way up to his muscular back as you feel his hands gropping you everywhere. He makes you spread your legs while you kiss and you feel his fingers sink in your drenched cunt.

You want to moan so bad when you feel him bully your sweet spot. It echoes in the cell, the wet sound of your pussy is so lewd, he goes so fast, so hard, you are sure you’re going to make a mess. He slaps your clit before going back inside and put his other hand on your mouth so your moans are muffled while he goes faster.

« Nuns have to be good you know that huh ? How can you pretend to be one of them if you do not act properly ? Do you want to be my good girl ? » He whispers thrusting his fingers deeper inside you.

You nod against his palm and he smirk. « Then come for me. Come if you want to feel me inside you. »

Your walls tightens around him and you both look at the mess coming out of you, on his fingers, hands and wrist, between your legs, and on the clothe.

It makes him rock hard and he replaces his fingers by his cock, thrusting inside you with no warning. The nightstand move and your back crash against the wall, moaning for him with your eyes rolling back inside.

« God, you are so tight. »

He kisses you, the nightstand hit the wall at every move and you are already a babbling mess. He goes hard and deep, releasing the stress from the battle with powerful thrusts.

Your nails in his back drives him crazy. He knows you are marking it until it bleed. He runs his hand through your hair, pull it again back and with his other hand he slides his thumb inside your mouth and force it open before spitting a trickle of saliva inside.

You swallow it and feel the pit in your stomach explode, making you tighten your walls around his thick cock. He kisses you, growling in your mouth as he cums, breeding you deep inside.

« Will you keep it inside for me ? »

He says against your lips.

You nod and he back up, while you close your legs but he poured too much and it starts to ooze out despite you squeezing your legs. « How was it to fuck a nun ? »

He blush, he doesn’t have to say it out loud for you to understand he enjoyed it more than he should have. « I indeed am going to be in trouble with God. »

« About that, I need to tel- »

He doesn’t let you speak as he starts to put his clothes back on. « We need to go. »

« Now? »

« Yes, I found a place outside the city where you should be more free. I know being here was not easy for you, and I do not know how much long I can trust the mother superior. »

You look at the mess you made on his back as he turn around to pick up his armor. « I just have two days of permission. It is safer to travel at night. No one will see us. »

He takes you veil from the ground and held it for you to put back on and when you do, it stops you from moving just for a second.

His hand finds your cheek and he caress it with a light smile. « You would have made a beautiful nun. »

« Too bad the only man I want to worship is a priest, not a God. »

He pinch your cheek and you come for his lips before he can call you out for your blasphemy and you put your forehead against his. « We need to talk. » you whisper exhausted.

« I know. This is not going to last, I promise. You just have to be patient. »

He kisses you before helping you packing your belongings and sneaking out of the convent.

« Taiju. »

He kisses you and put a finger on your lips to hush you.

You find back his black horse, waiting for you to ride out of the city and into the mountains. The hair is colder here and you blow on your hands while he leads your way higher.

When he finally halt, you find a little cabin in the woods, near a river far away from any civilization and you look at him, raising a brow.

« Taiju. »

« Wait before saying you do not like it. »

He helps you out and push the wooden door. It’s a clean room inside, there is a fireplace, a large bed covered with fur and cushions to sleep on, even a large barrel to take a bath in a corner and some furnitures just for you to live without being too uncomfortable.

« I know it might not be as nice as your place but I did my best to set this so you can stay here. I will come back when I could with food and more supplies but at least you will be safe here. And you can go around as you please. No one is going to threat your life here. »

« Are you going back to the camp ? »

He nods. « Tomorrow »

When your face turns to nothing but sadness and worries he sight « I thought we agreed…War is still on, you know I have no other option but to go back to the battlefield. »

You put your hand on your stomach and look at him carefully.

« Do not leave us.»

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