#Like it's so obvious he's a warning sign to the young readers to NOT TRUST ANYBODY LIKE HIM

[some-pers0n]

I keep seeing people say "nonononono Whirlpool wanting to marry the Actual Child is not him being a pedophile, but rather him wanting to shape her so that, when she is an adult, she marries him and let's him have all the power" which like. that's still grooming. Even if we ignore the fact that Whirlpool went after what is essentially a six year old child and immediately wanted to start the same process he did for Anemone when he saw Auklet (LITERAL NEWBORN), like that's textbook grooming. What you described is grooming. Whirlpool is grooming Anemone into being a submissive and weak dragon who only obeys him and let's him gain control of the throne. He's not a good dragon at all, pedophile or not

[gilverrwrites]

Summer Loving

Ft. Bruce, Dick, Jason, Roy, & Tim.

AN: Have a lot of lengthy and/or smutty wips on the go atm and I can feel them bogging me down a bit, so I decided to take a break and work on some short summer themed slice of life/domestic fluff to cleanse my palate. I feel I must apologise for my gratuitous and obvious Roy Harper thirst but I wont, enjoy!

CWs: Some are more suggestive than others, reader discretion advised. Minor swearing and minors swearing, mentions of alcohol. GN! Reader

Bruce: Tan Lines

It’s moments like these where you wish Bruce didn’t have to spend his nights on the endless pursuit of justice. You knew what you’d signed up for, but you’d missed him all day and god, the feel of his strong fingers massaging after sun into your skin was euphoric. Would you be such a bad guy for trying to convince him to stay home?

“I like this.” His hum pulls you from your train of thought, and you look down to see his fingers trailing against the tan line your shorts had caused. He spares you a quick suggestive glance, the look a wolf might give a rabbit it’s particularly fond of before dipping down to replace his hands with his mouth.

“Ohhh, stay home tonight Brucie?” The look he gives you this time maintains its warmth but there’s an air of warning to it. Despite his simmering combativeness, you add a charming “Please?”

To that he lifts his head, just far enough to deny you of his lips, but close enough that his low voice still seems to reverberate through your body as he speaks. “Crime doesn’t take the night off, neither can I.”

“I know.” You sigh, admitting defeat before the battle has even begun, and he rewards you by assuming his barrage of kisses to your lower body.

“Just don’t go out too early.” You advise, trailing the tip of your finger from ear to ear, estimating the line where his Batman cowl ends. “Don’t want to get any tan lines of your own.”

“Trust me.” There’s humour in his tone now as he works his way upwards, ghosting his 5 o'clock shadow along the skin of your stomach as he prowls closer. “The evening is young, and I have plans for you yet.”

Dick: A/C

The A/C is broken. Again. To combat the heat the whole household has resorted to wearing nothing but their underwear, except of course for Haley who is always naked. Lucky dog.

Additionally, all the windows are open in an attempt to let the cool night air circulate the humid apartment but all it’s really doing is letting in the ambient sound of Blüdhavens boisterous nightlife and countless flies.

“Want one?” Dick asks from the kitchen spaces as he digs into his second ice pop since dinner, you joke about envying his metabolism despite knowing damn well that’s not the real reason for his physique. Although between the food and the heat-induced skipped workout, he’s bloating, just a little bit; the tiniest, most delicious bit of plumpness and you can’t take your eyes off of it. “Are you checking me out?”

“Always.” You reply with a brazen smile, continuing your laser-focused stare even as he begins approaching your spot on the couch.

“How about you stop looking and start touching, huh baby?”

“No.” You finally cease your objectification of his stomach to look him in the eyes. The intended sternness in your tone is stifled by the way his icy confection has turned his lips blue. “I already told you, no sex in this heat until the air con is fixed.”

Despite your posturing, you don’t fight his closing proximity, nor do you stop him from dragging his cool-raspberry-stained tongue along the length of your throat, it’s still cold from the half-eaten lolly and the sensation sends a welcome chill through your body. As inefficient as it may be, you much prefer this method of cooling down to an A/C.

Jason: Sunrise

The metal grate of your fire escape is surprisingly cool against your bare feet. It’s early, pre-sunrise early but the air is still thick, a combination of the arid summer heat and steam of the cities underground. Despite the unpleasant temperature, you settle onto the grill, with nothing but a pillow for comfort and two ice-cold glasses of lemonade.   

When 15 minutes pass, and you start to notice a growing tinge of orangeness in the sky, you start to worry you’re being stood up, or worse; something awful has happened. Something that would prevent him from coming home, but then you hear it; The heavy steps of Jason’s steel-toed boots approaching from your apartment’s rooftop.

You glance up just in time to see him dropping down. A loud clang rings out as he hits the floor, causing the whole structure to vibrate and you wonder if he does that every night, surely not, there’s no way you could sleep through it or that your neighbours wouldn’t complain.

“Aren’t you sweating balls?” You ask, taking in his gear as he sits down beside you. The boots, the cargo pants, turtleneck, jacket, gloves, and the full-face mask.

“Nah.” His voice is muffled by the headpiece until he takes it off, shaking his head to support his answer. “It’s weird but I’ve kinda run cold ever since I died, you know?”

Obviously you don’t know, in fact having felt his searing, naked skin pressed to yours on multiple occasions, you highly doubt him, but you nod regardless and hand him his drink. Unlike a man on the chilly side, he chugs half of the icy drink in one go and you wonder if he’ll ever stop jumping from buildings and telling white lies to impress you.

“Want some help warming up?” Before he can respond you lean up, brushing your nose against his and watching as his lids flutter closed in anticipation, his breath is cool on your lips and when you finally press into them you can taste nothing but the tartness of the lemonade. Regardless, it’s heavenly; soft and tender. Every kiss with Jason makes your heart flutter in the same way it had the first time.

When he pulls away you chase after him, eyes only opening to meet his heterochromatic irises when your pursuit for more becomes an abundant failure.

He’s grinning as he tells you; “We’re missing the sunrise.”

“I don’t care.” You answer, trying again, and this time succeeding in drawing him in for another kiss.

Roy: Paddling Pool

If ever anybody asked you to describe a moment of pure domestic bliss, this moment would be a strong contender. Your lower body is submerged in a paddling pool as you bask in the sun, enjoying the occasional splash of water caused by Lian’s uncoordinated but enthusiastic dancing beside you. She too is basking, but hers is under an endless stream of hose water being directed by her father; Roy, who is watching the two of you from a sun lounger, hosepipe in one hand and a non-alcoholic beer in the other.

He's quite the vision, no shoes, no shirt, just tastefully tacky swim trunks and his iconically worn-out grey baseball cap that may be protecting his head, but is doing little to tame his mop of fiery hair. From this angle, you’ve got a great shot of some of his lesser-seen tattoos, but every time you look over at him you find yourself far more smitten with the countless freckles that adorn his chest and shoulders, made darker and more noticeable by the recent heatwave.   

“How’s the Heineken?” You ask, genuinely curious how he’s enjoying his first taste of alcohol-free booze.

“Crap.” He replies, lips briefly curving into a self-amused smirk before dropping to woefully panicked as you both turn to look at Lian. Luckily, she doesn’t seem to have been listening in, content in her own toddler babblings. Relieved, he turns his attention back to you and corrects himself. “Um, not good babe.”

“That sucks. I’m sorry.” You offer your condolences, but he seems completely unbothered.

Instead, he turns the glass bottle around in his hands a few times before chucking it over his shoulder. It sails through the air before seamlessly landing in the open bin by your backdoor. Your concern about it leaking into the rest of the recycling is seconded by how impressed you are. It doesn’t seem to matter how many times his trick-shot hit, you’re always at least a little bit captivated by his impeccable aim.    

“It’s cool, hon.” He shrugs and leans back into the lounger. His eyes flicker back and forth between you and his child, a slow, contented smile spreading across his face. “Got everything I need right here.”  

Bonus:

Hours later, you’re sorting through the soggy contents of the recycling as Roy scoops Lian up in his arms and takes her sleepy frame inside. The sun is still high and bright, but it’s past her bedtime, and it’s been a long, exciting day for her. He dries her with the softest towel he can find, careful to pat down every pruned finger and toe before putting her to bed.

“How was your day, sweetie?” He asks, strong fingers petting her soft hair to help soothe her to sleep.

“Crap!”   

Tim: Ice Cream

Tim is still sleeping off a rough, muggy night of crime fighting as you circumnavigate the boat's sad excuse for a kitchen. The bags under his eyes had been growing darker each day under the stress of hunting down a mysterious new bank robber. You’d hoped to lift his spirits by surprising him with a tub of homemade ice cream, but so far all you’d managed to make is a mess.

After having a falling out with the thrifted ice cream maker you’d stuffed in the back of a cupboard months ago, you settled for hand mixing. By the time you put the concoction in the freezer to set, your wrists are aching, and Tim has begun to stir. You’re just finishing up the dishes you’d created when he finally emerges from the bedroom in shorts, flip-flops, and a not-so-summer-appropriate hoodie.

Before you can offer a ‘good morning, Timmybear’ his arms are around your waist, pulling you close from behind and settling the weight of his sleepy head on your shoulder.

“What’s this?” He asks and then he’s licking what you can only assume is a stray splash of the mixture from your cheek with the bravery only a man raised by Batman could possess. It could have been literally anything. “Banana?”

“Chunky monkey actually.” Goddamn. Surprise ruined in less than a minute. Oh well, at least you can give him something to look forward to. “Don’t worry, I didn’t get ice cream without you, I made it for you.”

“I figured.” He hums, sounding so very drowsy despite the ease with which he manoeuvres your body against the kitchen counter so he can keep you close while brewing his morning tea, occasionally planting soft kisses to the side of your neck as his hands move absentmindedly. “You’re the best, you know that? Can’t wait to try it.”

“You figured? How did you figure?” You skip right past the justified praise; he’d been practically comatose since 4 AM, how could he have figured?

“It’s on the ceiling.” He’s right, you look up to see a cream-soaked walnut lodged above you and let out a dramatic sigh as you fall deeper into Tim's arms.

Taglist: @wandalfnation

[makeitmingi]

When Flowers Bloom In The Dark [Chapter 5]

Genre: Romance, Mafia!AU, Violence, Angst, Slow burn

Pairing: Hongjoong x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Florist!Reader, Mafioso!Hongjoong, Mafioso!Seonghwa, Mafioso!Yunho, Mafioso!Yeosang, Mafioso!San, Mafioso!Mingi, Mafioso!Wooyoung, Mafioso!Jongho

Summary: When you appeared and wept at his mother's funeral, Hongjoong found himself wanting to find out more about you. A regular girl, who owns a flower shop in his territory and has a relationship with the mother that he hasn't spoken to in years, why hasn't he ever noticed you before?

[Warning(s): 18+ for violence, use of weapons, smoking, alcohol consumption, slight gore, gang affiliation, tattoos and character deaths. Minors DNI. This is a work of fiction and does not represent the Ateez members in real life.]

Word count: 3.3K

You were not traumatised, per say. But you were worried. When you woke up, you sat at your coffee table with a double espresso nestled in your hands as the events from the night before came flooding back. Your brain finally realised the severity of it.

Hongjoong was injured, beaten up by someone. His first words to you was to 'hide him'. No police, no doctor. And he was armed, and on alert.

"What have I gotten myself into?" You threw your head back. It was obvious that he was involved in something illegal. A gang maybe?

"Two pick ups today." You checked your phone as you shuffled into your room.

You were not in the right headspace to work today but there were orders that needed to be fulfilled. Plus, these customers had put in their orders and the deposit a few months ago.

"It's fine, you're fine." You took a deep breath. Hongjoong had assured you that you were safe last night. You can trust him, right?

After you got changed, you left your home. Thankfully, the pick ups were all registered for the morning so you could send them off and close the shop.

"Good morning, one iced americano." You stopped by the cafe two doors down before going to the shop.

"Morning, (y/n). An iced coffee? One of the rare times you don't order an iced tea of sorts. Are you okay?" The owner, who you were very familiar with, teased you. Almost all of the shops on your row were run by young people like yourself so you were all relatively close and knew each other.

"I'm fine, Jihoon. Just didn't get much sleep tonight." You rolled your eyes with a laugh. A lot of girls thought Jihoon was cute and always came to the cafe to fawn over him.

"Alright, don't worry about it. On the house for the sleep-deprived girl." He smiled.

"Stop it~ You always don't let me pay." You groaned.

"Too bad. I'm not accepting your money and I've already keyed in your order so you can't decline. Don't make my barista's efforts go to waste." He chuckled.

"Ah, you're terrible." You clicked your tongue and stepped aside so you wouldn't keep the next customer waiting.

"Here you go. Have a nice day, (y/n)." The barista placed your order on the counter.

"Thank you. See you all." You waved to the staff before leaving to go to your shop. You unlocked the door and entered, closing the door behind you.

'Order pick ups only!'

You placed the sign at the door and went to get the orders ready. You wrapped the bundled flowers that you had prepared last night and added layers of tissue paper around it in different colours. Finally, you tied a thick band of ribbon over it, followed by a thinner ribbon.

"Excuse me. I'm here for a pick up?" You heard an older man's voice at the front of the store.

"Good morning. I was just getting your order ready, right this way." You smiled, leading him further into your store. You went to get the bouquet and laid it on the counter.

"Beautiful." He smiled.

"It's your anniversary with your wife? Congratulations." You giggled, remembering the note that you had printed for him.

"Yes. Even though she had gone to heaven a few years ago, I never miss an anniversary or a birthday." He chuckled, fishing around for his wallet in his pockets.

"Oh my, I'm sorry. My condolences." You smiled sadly. He nodded and accepted your condolences, putting the money on the counter.

"You know what. It's on me for this one. I'll return you your deposit too." You took the cash out.

"No, no, miss. I cannot do that. You're running a business here. Please, I insist that I pay you for your effort and time." He denied, shaking his head.

"Take it as an anniversary present from me to you and your wife. I'm paying it forward since I got a free coffee this morning. The pleasure would be all mine." You smiled, shaking the cup of iced coffee that Jihoon had gifted you. He looked at you with uncertainty but nodded his head with a defeated sigh.

"Alright, thank you so much, miss. I'll be sure to tell my wife when I visit her grave." He received the bouquet.

"You're very welcome. Have a nice day. And happy anniversary again." You walked him to the door, waving as he walked away with the bouquet preciously nestled in his arms.

"Okay, just one more." You walked back into your shop and prepared the bouquet like you did earlier.

As you worked on the bouquet, you thought about the man visiting his late wife's grave.

Would Hongjoong tell you when Mrs Kim's grave was ready so you could visit? You wanted to bring her another bouquet of her favourite flowers and speak to her.

"Hello? Is anyone here?" There was a woman's voice by the door.

"Over here! Are you here for the pick up?" You dried your hands and went over to her. She nodded and showed you the order invoice.

"I'm finishing it up now. You can head to the counter and I will be right with you." You gestured to the payment counter. She hummed with a small smile and walked to the counter to wait for you while you finished tying the ribbons on the bouquet.

"Here you go, miss. Just check that everything is okay, as you requested." You said, placing the bouquet on the counter for her to look at.

"It's nice. Thank you." She handed you her card for the payment. Once you were done, you returned her the card.

"Have a nice day." She wished with a bow of her head.

"You too." You waved. You went to the front to remove the sign and lock the front door since you didn't want any customers to walk in and order flowers.

You entered the back room and tidied up the place since you didn't get a chance to after Hongjoong was here last night.

"Replace first aid kit." You made a note to yourself. You had used a lot of stuff when you treated him last night so you had to replenish items and possibly get even more equipment in case this happens again.

"No, it won't happen again." You shook your head. After everything was tidy and clean again, you grabbed your bag and coffee, locking up for the day. The two order pick ups only took about 2 hours since the customers were very punctual so you still had the whole day ahead of you.

"Playing hooky?" Jihoon asked, catching you as you were leaving and he was throwing the trash.

"No, I fulfilled my pick ups for today and decided to take a breather so I'm closed the rest of the day." You forced a smile. Jihoon chuckled and nodded his head.

"Good on you. I wish I could close for the rest of the day." He clicked his tongue.

"Well, you are the owner. You can close any time you want." You scoffed and he laughed, nodding his head.

"You're right. And actually, I was thinking of asking the others to hang out this Friday, get some drinks and chill. Will you be interested in coming?" He tilted his head.

"Sure. Just text me the details." You said.

"Great! See you then! No backing out last minute this time." He grinned and waved to you as you left.

"That happened once! Let it go! And I was really sick, even if you all don't believe it." You hissed. The last time all the shop owners went out, you had a stomach bug and couldn't go. Until now, Jihoon thinks you lied just so you could stay home.

Before heading home, you decided to drop by the pharmacy to get the first aid kit. Besides the basic first aid kit, you gave in to the nagging voice in your head and bought more supplies.

"Just these, please." You placed everything on the counter.

"Do you run a clinic, miss?" The cashier lady asked with a judgemental stare as she scanned your items.

"I know clumsy people...?" That was the best you could come up with, shooting her a small smile. She nodded slowly, still giving you a skeptical look but rang up your items.

"Have a nice day! Thanks!" You paid and left as quickly as you could, lugging your items with you.

"Alright, groceries." Grabbing a cart, you went into the grocery store since your house was running out of food.

"Here let me help." Someone reached over your head as you were tip toeing for the last bottle of sauce on the shelf. You blinked and looked up to see a tall, handsome guy.

"Thank you so much. You look familiar... Have we met before?" You asked as you received the sauce gratefully. You have seen him before somewhere, you just couldn't put your finger on it. He looked at you before shaking his head in denial and adjusting the jacket of his suit as he walked away.

"Huh, weird." You scratched your head and continued on your way. With all your groceries, you took a cab home.

As you were putting aside the first aid supplies to bring to the shop the next day, you wondered back to Hongjoong. Yunho would have brought him to a doctor if his condition worsened right?

"It's out of your hands." You told yourself and put your groceries away. Now, you want to shower and just stay in bed the whole day.

As you sat on the couch, many thoughts ran through your head. If Hongjoong were to ask, were you mentally and emotionally ready to talk about Mrs Kim with him?

There was strained relationship between them. But that was separate from the relationship you had with her.

If Hongjoong was resentful, you didn't know if you could withstand the hurt he might show you.

At the end of the day, Mrs Kim is Hongjoong's biological mother. You constantly reminded yourself of that. His relationship with her will always, forever, run deeper than your relationship with her. But why was there jealousy and envy burning within you?

"Hongjoong, her shop was closed but I bumped into her at the nearby supermarket while picking up snacks. She's fine, not traumatised whatsoever." Seonghwa said as he walked to the car.

"Alright, there was no sign that those guys went back to the shop to scare her?"

"Not that I could see. Everything looked in place. Maybe she just decided to close to shop to take a break." Seonghwa sighed.

"Or maybe she was scared whoever attacked me would come back. Damn it, why did it have to happen so near to where she was? This is so unnecessary."

"What's unnecessary is you worrying now." Seonghwa chuckled, sitting in the backseat while one of his men drove.

"There's something else, isn't there? What did you do?" Seonghwa noted the silence on the other end.

"I don't know... I feel like a part of me wants to know her relationship with my mother but a part of me is so angry about it. She definitely doesn't know my mother like I know my mother. It irks me to hear how she thought my mother was wonderful."

"Well, we never knew what your mother's life was when we moved her to her own place. Maybe it was facade, maybe it was real. The only way to know is from (y/n)." Seonghwa said.

"That, I know. Ugh, you wouldn't even know about her helping me last night if it weren't for you torturing me."

"I did not torture you." He scoffed at the leader's childishness.

"Pressing down on my fresh bruise until I told you the truth is the purest form of torture, Park Seonghwa. Forget that, I think Yeosang has some info for us."

"Call a meeting tonight then. We'll discuss it." Seonghwa suggested. Hongjoong let out a hum of agreement before hanging up.

Seonghwa let out a long sigh. Despite knowing Hongjoong for so long, he was having a hard time deciphering Hongjoong's take on you.

"Where to, Mr Park?" The driver asked.

"Take me to my steak restaurant. I'll eat before heading home." He pinched his nose bridge. The driver nodded and began to drive towards Seonghwa's steak restuarant. Him, Yunho and Wooyoung were the only ones that owned restaurants, with Seonghwa owning the most since he was the most passionate about food.

"Good afternoon, Mr Park. Your guests are in the private room." The manager greeted Seonghwa as the entrance. Seonghwa had a slight frown of confusion.

"What guests...? I thought I sent you a message that it's only me dining here." Seonghwa asked.

"I..." The manager stuttered nervously. Seonghwa glared at the manager, taking his gun and heading to the private room.

"Hyung! Finally, you're here! We're starving!" Wooyoung waved. Seonghwa let out a sigh, tucking his gun back into its holster and turning to the manager.

"You could have told me it was my brothers that were here." He hissed in annoyance.

"My apologies, Mr Park!" The manager bowed fearfully.

"I would ask how you all found out but I think I know the answer." Seonghwa ignored the poor male and sighed at his brothers. Jongho put the menu down with a knowing grin.

"Well, we were thinking about lunch and at the right time, I saw your manager key your reservation into your restaurant's system." He shrugged innocently. Seonghwa shook his head with a chuckle and sat down in the spare seat.

"Don't you all have work?" He asked.

"Like Jongho said, it's lunch time." San said, pouring Seonghwa a glass of sparkling water.

"What would you like to have?" The manager came in to take the orders. Seonghwa always eats the same thing so the manager didn't need to ask him.

"Your usual, Mr Park?" He confirmed. Seonghwa gave a nod and the manager bowed deeply, exiting the private room.

"I'm going to start sending everything through snail mail just so you can't hack into my restaurant's system anymore." Seonghwa scoffed.

"Even that won't stop us, hyung. You know it." Mingi laughed. Seonghwa knew that was true. The boys were too skilled and too resourceful to hide anything from them.

"I'm surprised not all of you are here then." He raised an eyebrow.

"Well, you know Hongjoong hyung's injured so he's still at home, doing whatever. Yeosang's at his fight club getting info for Hongjoong hyung and Yunho's... off doing Yunho things. I honestly don't know what Yunho does, he's everywhere." Wooyoung laughed. Probably only Mingi knows where Yunho is.

"He's at some posh meeting, I think. I saw him getting all dressed up this morning." Mingi tapped his chin, trying to remember what his best friend told him.

"By the way, did you all see that Hongjoong's holding a team meeting tonight?" Seonghwa asked.

"Yeah, sent it out about 30 minutes ago. Is it about his attack?" San clarified. Seonghwa nodded in confirmation.

"Yeosang apparently found some important info so we'll discuss it tonight." Seonghwa explained. Everyone nodded, they all wanted to know who dared attack their captain.

"Anyway, so what's the news with the flower shop girl?" Wooyoung asked Seonghwa.

"No idea. I've known him the longest but I can't read him. Only Yunho seems to be able to read him this time." Seonghwa shrugged.

"Yunho?" Mingi blinked. The waiters came in to serve the food to all of them, making the 5 of them pause their conversation momentarily until they were alone again.

"You know, I bet Hongjoong hyung can't even read his own feelings. Probably has a lot going through his head, especially since that girl's relation to Mrs Kim is so mysterious." Jongho said. The others nodded in agreement.

"Mmm, always love the steak here. Today's one is even better." Mingi said as he chewed his steak.

"Yes, we recently found a better supplier so it's all direct from the farms to us now." Seonghwa nodded, he wouldn't let the food at his restaurant be anything short of perfection.

"We forgot to order wine." Jongho said.

"Yes! How can we have steak without wine?" Wooyoung exclaimed in disbelief.

"Aren't you two driving?" San raised an eyebrow. He was not someone that drank often since he was a lightweight, just two glasses of wine and he'll lose control.

"You can drive Jongho's car. And I can get one of my guys to drive my car back to the house." Wooyoung shrugged.

"That settles it then. I'll go order." Jongho stood up and went out to order the wine for the table.

After the delicious lunch, Seonghwa charged it to his card and they all headed home. Following the arrangement, San drove Jongho's car since he didn't drive his own car with Jongho in the passenger seat, Mingi drove his own car, Wooyoung sat in Mingi's car after getting one of his men to pick his car up.

"Mr Park." Seonghwa's driver opened the door for him to enter as they all stood outside the restaurant.

"See you back at the house?" San tilted his head.

"Nah, we're going out to the mall. My sales associate brought in some new stuff." Mingi stretched his arms over his head with a tired yawn. Wooyoung hummed.

"I can do some shopping too." Wooyoung grinned excitedly. The boys all loved buying new clothes.

"Sounds tempting but I need to get back to work. Speaking of, all of you should be going back to work too." Seonghwa glared.

"We will." Mingi and Wooyoung waved the oldest off. Jongho and San looked at each other, shrugging before entering their car to drive back home.

"See you two tonight then." Seonghwa sighed.

"We'll pick something up for you, hyung." Mingi winked and Wooyoung waved as Seonghwa sat in the car. The driver closed the door behind him and entered the driver's seat to start the drive back to the mansion.

"Oh, look at our timing." San said as he parked and Yunho also pulled up behind them. The taller male looked drained and exhausted, his tall stature slumped over.

"Bad meeting?" Jongho chuckled.

"More like gross. The guy's wife kept touching my arm. I'm going to disinfect it." Yunho cringed.

"If you wanna chop it off, I'd happily help." San grinned and Yunho rolled his eyes. The three of them headed upstairs and Yunho immediately threw his jacket on the couch.

"Looks like I can squeeze a nap before the meeting tonight." He checked his watch.

"Yeah, I would advise that you go shower first though. You smell like old lady." Jongho snickered, hi fiving San.

"I hate you both." Yunho groaned and trudged upstairs.

"Oh! Hongjoong hyung." The three stopped in their tracks when they saw Hongjoong emerge from his office. There was a small frown on his face, which was common with how much work stressed him out. But they were surprised to see him up and working considering what happened last night.

"What?" Hongjoong tilted his head in confusion.

"You're up and working already? Don't you want to rest somemore?" San questioned.

"I was jumped, not amputated. I'm fine. It's all scratches and bruises which we're all used to." Hongjoong replied, sipping his whiskey from the crystal glass in his hand.

"Still you should rest. Even if you're not affected by your injuries, you hardly slept." Yunho reasoned. The other two nodded.

"Yeah, I'll go nap. See you all at the meeting tonight." Hongjoong yawned and headed into his room.

~

Series masterlist

[illubean]

Mayhaps....

Death The Kid x a reader that's a witch pretending to be a meister? Like Kim from the manga :>

DTK with a Witch!S/o

Characters: Death the Kid Type: Headcanons, Gn!reader

YES YES YES YES MY FIRST SOUL EATER REQUESTS AND FOR ONE OF MY FAVS TOO .·°՞(≧□≦)՞°·.

Warnings: none

while posing as a meister, it is insanely hard to find people on the same wavelength as you considering the fact you're a witch

the one thing that Kid didn't understand about you was the fact he wasn't able to see your soul

he stayed wary of you, knowing that something wasn't right

but after a while of getting to know you and having no troubles, he forgets all about it

maybe his power is messed up because he's not a fully developed shinigami yet or something

he actually ends up growing pretty fond of you

he's so obvious about it and oblivious to you at the same time

soooo Liz had to spill the beans and boom you're a thing now

after a while of being with you he remembers how he can't see your soul and asks about it

you offer a long silence, which worries the young shinigami

and when you tell him the truth he is conflicted

yes the entire point of the DWMA was to rid the world of kishins and witches who have the instinct to destroy but you were his significant other

you hadn't shown the slightest signs of giving in to those so called instincts and had been nothing but good to your peers

and if your plan was to destroy the DWMA from the inside out, why were you being so open with him right now?

but when it comes down to it, Kid loves and trusts you

when the rest of the students at the DWMA find out he is quick to protect you from any haters

Liz actually flips her shit after finding out you were a witch this entire time but Kid would literally argue with her until the day he dies if it meant defending you

and when he says something about it to Lord Death he's like "oh I knew that"

and Kid is annoyed that his own father didn't say anything

but after this his trust in you deepens, knowing that his dad also trusts you enough to let you attend the DWMA and walk around Death City freely

if anything this new knowledge just strengthens your relationship :3

[penkura]

knowing [4/8]

Summary: Sanji knew you were the one the moment he met you.

Pairing: Sanji x Reader

Warnings: None really. Normal One Piece stuff I guess.

Note: Timeskip time! I do really gloss over Fishman Island yes, I just had to lol. Slightly shorter too, but longer chapters are coming up!

[Ch. 1] ● [Ch. 2] ● [Ch. 3]

Arriving back in Sabaody caused you to take a deep breath while you watched the various people from the shoreline. Finally, you were going to see your crew again, and though you had been so welcomed by the kunoichi village and were grateful to them, you couldn't wait to see your found family again.

You couldn't wait to see Sanji again.

Promising to keep in touch with your temporary home, you left the kunoichi who had brought you back to Sabaody and started making your way towards Shakky's bar, watching the vivre card in your hand to keep you from getting lost.

Every now and then though, you'd catch sight of blond hair and have to do a double take, making sure you weren't completely passing by Sanji, only to be fully disappointed when you saw it wasn't him. You'd even see people with orange and blue hair, wondering if it was Nami or Franky, once again disappointed to see it wasn't either of them.

You were, however, beyond excited once you finally saw one of your crewmates, shouting to them and running to hug them.

“Robin!!”

You threw your arms around her while Robin laughed and greeted you. You were the first person she'd seen as well, having the same problem where she saw people that looked like your other crewmates but weren't them.

“I wonder who else might be here.” You thought aloud while walking with Robin to Shakky's bar, anxious to see the rest of your crew.

“Well, Brook is definitely here. He's hosting a concert.”

“Oooh yeah! I've got one of his TDs, it's not bad,” you grinned a bit at the thought, “think he'd sign it for me?”

“I'm sure he'd be delighted to.”

You both laughed a bit, before you saw another head of blond hair, stopping and turning quickly to see if it was him. When you saw it wasn't, your shoulders slumped and Robin gave you a smile.

“Looking for someone?”

You were quite obvious about it, even you knew that.

So you turned back around, smiled, and linked your arm with Robin's before continuing onward.

“Just the love of my life.”

You and Robin laughed, despite you're being serious, talking about your two years apart on your way to Shakky's. You'd see Sanji soon, whether once you got back to Sunny or while you were on Sabaody.

You'd see him soon.

+!+

"What, the moss head was the first one here?!"

Shakky laughed and nodded at Sanji's surprise. "Franky arrived ten days ago, but left to go check your ship."

Duval bragged about how he and his crew protected Sunny, while Rayleigh reassured Sanji his coating job was perfect, the Sunny was fine, and you'd all be able to leave for Fishman Island as soon as you were ready. Ignoring Duval, Sanji was more than glad to hear Nami had made it to Sabaody and had gone shopping a few days ago, then Usopp arrived three days prior, and Chopper did so as well, while Brook had a concert that day. The only ones left had been himself, Luffy, Robin, and of course, you.

Hearing you hadn't arrived yet slightly concerned Sanji, he'd expected you to arrive much sooner, maybe even before Zoro, but definitely before you all were mentally scheduled to meet up. He knew you'd be fine, he trusted you and knew how strong you were, but still Sanji was worried your ride to Sabaody may have been late. Luffy would never leave without everyone there, but it sure would be easier if you had a way to communicate that you were near.

"Have you…heard from [Y/N]...maybe?"

Smiling slightly, Shakky shook her head no and watched as Sanji slumped down a bit hearing that. "Sadly no, I haven't heard from your girlfriend."

"W-What. How–"

"You aren't exactly subtle with that lovesick look on your face, young man."

She laughed a bit at him, watching as Sanji stood up from the bar and excused himself, saying he was going to search for ingredients to stock up the Sunny's fridge for when you all left. The whole time his face was bright red and Shakky knew she had guessed right. You and Sanji were practically hanging off each other the whole time you were in Sabaody two years ago, she just knew you were together from the little bit of time you'd been around.

"What a lovestruck cutie."

+!+

"Was that…Sanji?"

"Where?!"

Smiling at your antics, Robin let you hide behind her and look around for your lover, although she wasn't entirely sure why you were hiding. She knew the two of you were together and in love, maybe you were just nervous about not seeing him in two years. You had ended up cutting your hair while you were training, deciding it would be better for fighting. You had changed your outfit to a well fitted tank top and loose, knee length shorts with your basic ninja sandals (like from Naruto ok). You were sure Sanji would love your new look, but it made you nervous to think about seeing him again.

Hopefully the two years apart hadn't made him rethink your relationship or anything.

"Rayleigh, Shakky!"

"Aah, Robin and [Y/N], you're both here!"

Robin nodded while you stepped out from behind her and waved.

"You both just missed Sanji."

"Oh, how unfortunate." Looking over at you, Robin gave you a knowing smile and you did the same, your nerves calming down just a bit. You may have missed out on seeing him just then, but maybe it was for the better. You two would see each other again soon enough, more than likely unable to stay away from each other or keep your hands to yourselves (not in a sexual way you pervs) for a while once you did see each other.

You and Robin stayed for a bit to catch up with Rayleigh and Shakky, thanking Duval and his crew for their help in protecting Sunny as well as they could, before the two of you decided to separate for a bit. Robin would head right for Sunny, but you wanted to do some shopping for some clothes and to maybe find Sanji. When you were in Sabaody last, you'd barely had a chance go look at the vendor stalls before the events with Camie and the Celestial Dragons, and then being sent off like the rest of your crew of course, you didn't have much of a chance to shop around and find anything you wanted.

You ended up buying a mini transponder snail and a few clothing items, deciding you should start heading towards Sunny when you saw a vendor selling kunai and shuriken, and you were instantly drawn in. You were running low on funds, but desperately wanted some new knives to use for any upcoming fights. You were so engrossed in looking and working out the math in your head on how many you could afford, that you nearly jumped three feet when someone wrapped an arm around you and told the vendor to let you get whatever you wanted.

If you hadn't recognized the voice, though slightly deeper than you remembered, and the smell of tobacco mixed with a familiar cologne, you would have whipped around and punched the guy in the face before placing a knife at his neck. Instead you turned around so quickly, coming face to face with the one person you'd been so anxious yet excited to see again.

"Sanji."

"Hey there, beautiful." Sanji gave you a smile and brushed a bit of your hair out of your face, noticing you were tearing up. "I've been looking for you!"

"Sanji!!" You threw your arms around his neck, letting him lift you up and spin you around while you cried out of happiness.  "I-It's you! You're r-really here!!"

"Of course I am! Couldn't leave you with that moss head to get lost or anything!"

Once he set you back down, you got to take a good look at Sanji and see how he'd changed over the last two years as well. He'd swapped his bangs from the left to the right, he'd grown out his goatee more, and even had a mustache now. Even if he still looked exactly the same as two years ago, you'd still think he was handsome and be in love with him.

Of course, Sanji still thought you were beautiful, he'd even say drop dead gorgeous now. He didn't have the chance to tell you so before you kissed him and hugged him again.

"I missed you so much."

"I missed you too, love," Sanji hugged you close, thankful that his two years of hell and running on the Kamabakka Queendom were finally over, and that he was back with you in his arms, "you have no idea how much."

+!+

After all of you were finally together again, you and Nami had spent so much time hugging and giggling over the boys being themselves, once you began your course down to Fishman Island, all you really wanted was to stay near Sanji. Knowing you were going to the land of mermaids, it worried you a little that Sanji might start rethinking your relationship, considering you were apart for two years.

You couldn’t have imagined that your crew would be separated once again, so quickly due to the volatile nature of the ocean depths. Waking up in Camie’s place a short while later, you were glad to see Luffy, Usopp, Chopper, and Sanji were all with you, being escorted elsewhere by your friend, until you met more mermaids who were close with Camie.

Sanji tried, he really did, to not let it get to him, especially with you around, to not fall over himself around the mermaids, unfortunately, despite it all, he still ended up nearly bleeding out from all the other pretty girls around. You chose to stay with him and Chopper after he’d been given a blood transfusion to keep him from dying, and once he woke up, Sanji was almost on the floor in front of you apologizing.

“I’m so sorry, my love! I’m such a fool of a man!”

“Uh, Sanji—”

“Please forgive me!! I love you more than anything!!”

Before he’s able to say much else, you take his face in your hands and shut him up with a kiss, allowing you both to get your thoughts straight before you say anything in response to his groveling. Honestly though, he should know you better by now.

“I’m not happy about the situation—”

“I’m so sor—”

“But, I’m not going to be mad at you anymore. You’ve apologized enough and I believe you’re really sorry,” you give Sanji a smile, before rubbing your nose against his and making his face turn bright red at the affection, “I’m sure you went through a lot while we were apart, so I’ll give you a pass this time.”

“Mon amour, you’re the only one I love that much.”

“Yeah, I know, so if you do that again, I’ll have to clean my kunai.”

“…oh.”

You laughed a bit at Sanji’s reaction, which made him relax and smile in return, before he kissed you again.

“I swear, you’re the only one for me.”

“And the same for me, cutie.”

+!+

After you’ve all helped to put a stop to Hordy Jones and Luffy prevented the ship Noah from destroying Fishman Island, you’re glad for a reprieve that turns into a party with food and drinks. Every member of your crew, all the Fishmen that can fit in the palace, had a blast and the party continued on for so long that you and Sanji had to step away for a few minutes alone.

Somehow, luckily, you found an empty closet that you could sneak into, finally getting some time alone after everything that happened. You started out just talking and holding each other, before Sanji started kissing you all over your face and making you giggle, every now and then quieting yourself if you heard footsteps. You were still trying to keep your relationship a secret, so Sanji understood you silencing your giggles for a moment wasn’t because of him, it was to keep someone from opening the door.

“Hey,” Sanji kissed your cheek again, smiling at your giggle while you gave him a questioning look, “What if…what if we told everyone?”

“Hm?”

“About us. I mean, its been a while and part of the crew knows already.”

“Sanj—”

“Only if you want to!” He kissed you again to make sure you knew he wasn’t going to force you to tell everyone if you weren’t ready. “We can wait until you want to, I just—”

“Sanji,” you have to take his face in your hands to make him stop before he rambles too much, forcing him to look at you as you smile at him, “I think it’s fine if we tell everyone. We’re both in this for the long haul, I don’t think they have to worry about us making things weird by breaking up or anything.”

“You’re sure?”

“Mm-hm!” You nod and give him another kiss, causing Sanji to hug you tightly. He really was a little worried you’d reject the idea, but if you tell everyone, it’ll make it easier. You won’t have to sneak around and keep everything to yourselves.

“I love you so much!”

“I love you too, Sanji!” You giggle when he starts to kiss you face again. Sanji really is the sweetest man you’ve ever met, you feel so lucky to have him as your boyfriend, maybe future husband and father to your children one day, if he wants that with you too.

Unfortunately you’re interrupted when someone opens the closet door, and the sigh is familiar enough that you feel your face heating up.

“Can you two stop being gross for one day?”

“Zoro!” You shouted while Sanji pulled away from you to give a glare to your swordsman. “What are you doing?!”

“I was looking for the bathroom!”

“This obviously isn’t it!!”

[maarslovesmonkees]

AHHHH!! I just finished reading your Caesar alphabet, if you have time would you want to make a SFW alphabet cause we all know he has his soft spot 👺💗

{Caesar SFW alphabet}

I'd happily do a SFW of my dearly beloved ape king🙏💞 I love how complex my man is, hes so stoic but hes also so soft :(

Notes and warnings: Caesar x Human!Reader, M4A

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

He shows affection mostly from acts of service. He would bring you a plate of food, massage you, braid your hair, lift you over his shoulder if he needs to carry you over a river or something etc. Although being the best communicator in the colony, he likes to express his love through his actions.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

He'll have a little soft spot for you, considering you're his only human friend. He's the sort of friend that is quite serious but he'll always treat you with respect. Kind of like in a human friend group, the oldest is wiser, more mature and looks over everyone, making sure they're not doing stupid shit, yeah he's like that as a friend.

He'll be hesitant towards you at first, for obvious reasons, but he'll be more trusting towards you than the other apes. For it to start you need to be respectful of him and his kind.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Big ol' stoic ape king loves his cuddles. Especially when its just you two alone in the nest, with either one of you spooning each other. He loves spooning you because he feels hes protecting you in a way, as well as being able to pull you in realy close to his chest for him to smell your scent. He loves getting spooned because it reminds him of being young again with Will.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Absolutely! Although being the leader of the ape colony, he still priorities you and the family. He's heart would just melt coming home to the nest with you and thhe kids playing around. Although cooking and cleaning isnt a huge thing in the colony, if he has to, he can clean and cook very well, as he was taught lots of 'human activities' when he was younger.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He'll definitely sit you down alone together and have a talk about it. He's a bit hesitant as he doesn't want to hurt your feelings as he still respects you. He understands human break ups are incredibly upsetting so he'll be as gentle about it as possible, cuddling you after if you cry.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He's a date to marry type guy. Doesn't like flings or short term relationships. He prefers very deep, long lasting bonds, so if you date him, be sure for some commitment. Ceasar would want to have a slow relationship build to truly strengthen the relationship before marriage.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Incredibly gentle in all sense. Being both human and his partner, hes sensitive towards you, his touch always being light on your skin and his words warming to your heart.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He doesn't really hug per say, but likes to be touching you. He'll always be pulling you close by his side, or your sides touching when sitting next to each other. He'll hug you on big events but its mostly just lots of touches.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It would take him a long time before he says it. He knows the weight of that word and will say it when he thinks the relationship is at its all time high. When married, he'll sign it to you occasionally, touching foreheads together.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Caesar is a secure and confident ape. He has no worries of other apes trying to steal you away from him, and trusts you enough that you'll be loyal to him.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Face, forehead and the top of your head is where he kisses you the most. After a little kiss he'll touch foreheads with you too🥺 His kisses are a gentle because his lips are a little rouch. He'll also really appreciate you kissing him on his head as well.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He adores kids and is acts quite tender without being overly enthusiastic. He wont go up to a random kid, pick them up and start cooing, no he be like a kind old uncle that smiles at you, or kneels down to greet you. He acts parental to children, and he does seem to smile a little more when theyre around.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Not the biggest morning person, and can be a little grumpy without being outwardly mean. He sleeps later than everyone else and he tries to get up a bit early to, just so he can get ahead of todays task. He'll give you forehead kisses before he goes off.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Hes one of the last people to sleep in the clan, it gives him a sense of relief knowing everyone is asleep and safe. He'll cuddle you if you ask him to, and he'll mostly just watch you sleep. He adores your sleeping face and caress you as you fall deep into dream world.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He's actually not as closed off as people would think of the mighty leader. However, he doesn't usually reveal things unless you ask him about something. He doesn't say anything all at once as well, so you should pry a bit little by little over time.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

It depends on what its about. Usually though, he easily gets angry when humans/apes are disrespectful to rather him or his colony. Hes a big peace advocate and gets really annoyed when others are making disputes around the colony. If he thinks anyone is putting anyone he cares (his family, his colony etc.) about in danger, then he's instantly pissed tf off.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He has an insanely good memory, and locks everything you say into a special little part of his brain. If you say you like something, he'll also try and give them to you as gifts.

You mentioned once a few months ago you liked a specific berry that grew in only one season? Oh shit, a bowl of that exact berries is serves with dinner because its the finally the season it grew in. You liked this certain human object? Oh shit, while he was out scouting an abandoned cabin.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Platonic wise? Realising you were kind for the first time. He doesn't know a lot of good humans, and when he truly saw you as someone could trust, and isnt a danger to his apes, he felt so much relief.

Romantic wise? He cherishes every little thing. Everyday is a new day with different things happening and he loves them all. Your his mate, everything you do with him just makes his heart melt.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He's incredibly protective of everything, especially you when you become his mate. He does trust you enough to do things on your owny he understands your a capable adult and whatnot, but he still gets a little anxious when you're off on your own without him. He's the type to just watch over you. Its not overbearing and he can clearly see when you're in danger.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Hes a busy man, but he still puts in a lot effort for you. He's someone who likes to show his love by his actions rather than his words, so you bet he's pampering you, especially on big events (anniversaries etc.). Again, he does remember details of you, so he uses them in his advantage, trying to decirate the nest with flowers you like, making/finding gifts you like etc.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He doesn't see himself as equal to his apes. As the leader, he sees himself higher and with more authority. Don't get me wrong, he loves his apes. Theyre his family and he'll go through everything for them, he just sees them a bit below him.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He has too many other important matters to think about than his looks. He sometimes gets a bit worried of the fact hes an ape and you, as a human, will find him attractive but other than that, he's not one to care about what he looks like.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He's a strong ape, both mentally and physically, he knows that he can live his day with or without you there. However, he knows deep down he feels better and like himself with you around. He knows its silly, but he can't help the feeling, of wanting you with him most of the time.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Loves it when you or the apes do human things. For example, if you somehow have a knitting kit or something and you knit/ teach apes to knit, he thinks its the cutest thing ever. He loves seeing his apes being united with peaceful and loving human things, like how he grew up with.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Bad communication. He wants to know whats wrong and how he can help with anything. You and the colony are his priority, and he gets a bit frustrated when people aren't outward with their troubles. If he doesn't know, how can he help?

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Like a log. Mostly on his back with his hands crossed or on his side with his hand under his head. If hes with you, spooning and cuddling wwill always be involved.

Hes always one of the last people to sleep, thoughts keeping him awake. Nothing that could really deprve him of sleep, but youll always fall asleep before him. He snores very lightly too.

[a-boca-do-inferno]

something there (blue eyes x human!reader) [request]

summary: Caesar stares at him, mumbling, “she’s your… responsibility.”

warnings: mild angst, fluffy as hell

words: 0.8k

notes: loosely based on something there (beauty and the beast). xx

You watched as Blue Eyes stepped outside to chat with Caesar on the rock just below the cave you rested inside. He approached the king, looking troubled, and glanced back at you from a distance before turning back to his father. “What do we do with the human?” You can see some concern in his gaze as he signs. The chimp adds, grunting quietly to reaffirm his point, “she’s injured and cold. Can’t let her go like this.”

Caesar takes a second to consider his son’s words, replying with swift gestures, “you trust her?” Blue Eyes hoots immediately and signs positively, causing you to smile. His father stares at him with an almost amused grin, mumbling, “then she’s your… responsibility.”

Blue Eyes left the ape king’s side and went back to the cave, gesturing for your bruised stomach in an inquiring manner. You ran into a bear when he found you just in time a few minutes ago, so you probably owed your life to him. The young ape had never encountered a human before and it was quite the shock, but thankfully he wasn’t hostile as he understood your weak state and rushed to help you. 

The ape sat beside you and carefully pulled you into his strong hold, the heat emanating from his body comforting you right away. You only nodded to his silent question and shifted slightly in his embrace, still adjusting to it. He’d taken it upon himself to keep you warm, even under everyone else’s obvious distrust of you in the colony when he brought you in. It was more than you would’ve expected from any ape, let alone the prince himself.

“Thanks.” You whisper, with a grateful look.

The prince’s eyes softened, pleased that you were safe at last. He kept his arms around you protectively, unwilling to let you freeze in the cruel weather. His look focused on your body, examining each scratch that marked your fragile form from the bear attack, silently assessing your current condition. “Hungry?” He rasps.

“No. The orangutan gave me food earlier.” You explain, pressing your face against his furry chest, seeking his warmth. A quiet moment passes and you hum, your tone insecure, “apes don’t trust me.”

Blue Eyes lets out a heavy sigh, his chest rising and falling beneath you as he signs slowly, “apes don’t trust humans.” 

He looked down at you with a frown, but there was no malice in it. He was observant, a strange mix of emotions swirling in his diamond eyes while nuzzling the top of your head in silence, your sweet scent invading his nostrils. That smell didn’t feel like it belonged to something nearly as bad as Blue Eyes had heard Koba imply from his rampage when the prince arrived with you strung on his back. The young ape huffed and palmed the nape of your neck, allowing you to press up against his body. You could feel his heartbeat, a soothing sound to your ears.

“You and Caesar are different.” You continue, gazing up at him coyly. “I’m lucky I have a nice father-in-law, I guess.” You joke, trying to lighten up the mood for your own sake.

Blue Eyes merely let out a small, rumbling laugh, his eyes crinkling at the corners. While he wasn’t familiar with the term, he understood what you meant. He pats your hair, his large hand dwarfing you, “not mate yet.” He glances towards the opening of the cave, watching the snowy blizzard outside. “Cold out. Stay here for the night.”

“Not like I can go anywhere like this.” You snort, pointing to your now healing wound. 

He chuckled at your comment, his diamond orbs wandering over you once more as he inspected your bruised midriff under the animal fur you were using to warm yourself. He placed a hand on your belly and rubbed it in small circles, his fingers tracing over each visible mark. “Will heal soon.” He signs, displaying a tender beam. “No worry.”

You suddenly found yourselves lying down on the mat, with your head resting on his strong figure and his arms still wrapped around you tightly. “Mmm.” You murmur, slowly drifting off to sleep. 

Blue Eyes hooted faintly at the realization of your slumber, his chest hot and fuzzy at the sight. He felt you relax in his arms, your body going limp and your breathing evening out. The ape chuckled deeply, thinking you were rather adorable for leaving yourself so vulnerable in his presence like that—such a stark contrast from the descriptions of humanity he had listened to all his life. Rubbing your back up and down, his gaze now studied your sleeping form with curiosity and… something else. He sighed and eyed you with a contemplative expression, though you couldn’t see it, finally figuring out the feeling in his heart.

Affection.

[cynicalrosebud]

By Trust Alone

Soap x Mexican!reader

Part 2 Here

Stranded in the dangerous streets of Las Almas during the mission "Alone," Soap teams up with Y/n, a brave local woman who has faced the Shadow Company herself. Despite the language barrier, she guides him to safety, helping him evade capture

My Spanish is so fuckin rusty, I spent a summer in Mexico for a college program but that was years ago (I am open to corrections by Spanish speakers!)

Spanish in italics

The streets of Las Almas were eerily quiet, the air thick with tension as Soap moved through the narrow alleyways. His breaths were controlled, though his mind raced, calculating every possible route to evade the Shadow Company operatives hunting him down. The mission had gone sideways, and now he was on his own.

As he pressed against the cold stone wall of an old building, Soap heard a faint rustling from the shadows. His hand instinctively tightened around his pistol, ready to face whatever threat emerged. But what stepped out from the darkness was not an enemy soldier but a young woman—eyes wide, cautious, and holding a small, rusty knife.

She looked like she’d been through a lot. Her clothes were torn in places, and there was a faint bruise forming on her cheek. A small cut on her forehead was still fresh, trickling a thin line of blood down the side of her face. It was clear she had run into some Shadows herself, but despite the obvious signs of a struggle, there was a fierce determination in her eyes.

"No eres de aquí," she said, her voice low and guarded.

Soap quickly recognized the tone. The woman was local, and clearly terrified. He relaxed slightly, lowering his weapon just enough to show he wasn’t a threat. "You speak English?" he asked, his accent heavy, but the question simple.

She shook her head, "No inglés." Her gaze flicked over his uniform, recognizing him as an outsider, but not the same as the heavily armed men terrorizing her home.

"Of course," Soap muttered under his breath. "Need to get to the church. La iglesia," he repeated in broken Spanish, hoping she understood.

The woman—Y/n, as she would later introduce herself—looked around nervously before nodding. "Es peligroso," she warned, motioning for him to follow. She led him deeper into the maze-like streets, away from the main roads where the enemy soldiers patrolled.

As they moved deeper into the church, Soap could feel the tension slowly easing, though the adrenaline still coursed through his veins. He glanced at Y/n, who was busy scanning the room for supplies, her focus unwavering despite everything that had happened.

Realizing they hadn’t properly introduced themselves, Soap took a moment to break the silence. "I’m Soap, by the way," he said, his voice soft as he watched her.

Y/n paused, turning to face him. Her eyes flickered with curiosity before a light giggle escaped her lips. "¿Jabón?" she repeated, the amusement clear in her voice.

Soap couldn’t help but chuckle, feeling an unexpected warmth spread through him at the sound of her laughter. It was the first genuine moment of levity they’d shared, and it made his heart pound in a way he hadn’t expected.

"Aye, Soap," he confirmed with a grin, finding himself captivated by the way her smile lit up the dim room. For a brief moment, the dangers outside seemed far away, replaced by the simple connection between two people brought together by fate.

As they moved together, Y/n communicated with simple gestures and words, indicating when to stop, when to move, and when to hide. The night was filled with tension, the silence between them only broken by the occasional crackle of a distant radio or the heavy footsteps of a patrol.

Soap was impressed by her knowledge of the town. Y/n knew every hidden corner, every back alley that could be used as cover. Her bravery was evident in the way she moved, determined to help this stranger despite the danger that loomed.

At one point, they were forced to duck into a small, abandoned shop as a group of Shadow Company operatives passed by. Soap held his breath, and Y/n pressed close to him, her heart pounding loud enough for him to hear.

When the danger passed, she pulled back, meeting his eyes with a determined look. "Estamos cerca," she whispered, pointing ahead.

They continued, and soon, the towering silhouette of the church appeared against the night sky. Relief washed over Soap, but it was short-lived. A group of soldiers stood guard outside the church, blocking their way.

"Fuck," Soap hissed, realizing they had little time to come up with a plan. He looked at Y/n, who seemed to understand the situation. She glanced around, her mind working quickly.

"Confía en mí," she said softly, patting her chest, her eyes meeting his with a mixture of resolve and fear.

Soap nodded, not entirely sure what she had in mind, but he didn’t have many options. Y/n motioned for him to stay low and hidden as she approached the guards with her hands up, her demeanor calm and collected. She spoke to them in rapid Spanish, her voice carrying an air of authority as she distracted them, pointing in the direction opposite of where Soap was hiding.

The moment they turned their backs, Soap moved, slipping past them and into the shadows of the churchyard. Y/n continued to talk, giving him the time he needed to make his way to the entrance. Once she was sure he was safe, she turned to leave, but one of the guards caught her arm.

Before she could react, Soap was behind the guard, taking him down silently. The other guard barely had time to draw his weapon before Soap disarmed him with swift precision.

"Gracias," Y/n whispered, clearly shaken but grateful.

Soap gave her a nod, understanding the weight of what she’d done for him. "You’re braver than most soldiers I know," he said, knowing she wouldn’t fully understand but hoping the tone conveyed his gratitude.

They moved into the church together, the heavy doors creaking as they shut out the chaos outside. Ghost’s voice crackled over the radio, asking for Soap’s status.

"Got a local helping me," Soap responded, glancing at Y/n, who was already scanning the room for supplies. "Couldn’t have made it without her."

As they prepared for the next part of the mission, Soap knew he wasn’t alone anymore. He had an unlikely ally in this battle, one who had proven that courage didn’t come from training, but from the heart.

I hope to make a part 2 of this

[darkdemeter]

WATCH IN SILENCE

✘DARKSIDERS FILED CLIPPINGS | War x Female Watcher!Reader ────────────────────────

A cantankerous behemoth that treads the path of destruction and chaos in his wake. A rider adorned in the banner of red, his trademark hood, and beneath the darkness of his cowl is the war-enamoured glare of whitened blue. A hue far too complicated for any mortal to comprehend. This bringer of all things conflict, and pursuer of vengeance to a fiery engine that can never be sated, his reluctance towards trusting you is to be expected.

For a Watcher bound to the plating of his gauntlet and deeper into his very soul, can only mean that the Charred Council questions his loyalty to them. Untrusted to go about his tasks, to serve the balance, he is now at the tether of a parasite that will feed and revel in the status of your power over him.

But he learns quickly that you do no such thing. Intend nothing of the sort. You just follow behind him as if it is you who is at his leash. He contemplates your motives in his mind, and you do nothing to invade him there, for that is not yours to pry into. There is much silence to be found between you both and he finds appreciation in the beginning of it all. But there comes a time that his appreciation begins to fester into worry. 

Why do you not speak? Why is it that you just watch him?

It is a matter that you’re fascinated by him. A juggernaut of all things chaos, destruction and desolation, in contrast to the vow of his honour; his duty to serve balance and the level of dedication he strives for to make peace for the realms. For one of the four that is known to be fuelled by tempering vengeance and bloodlust, he has a strict code to which he conducts himself to uphold. Duty-bound to his role. You find him a very intriguing rider of the steed known as Ruin. A fitting comrade to his master. 

He senses something about you that sets you apart from other watchers, unlike the more obvious telltale signs and oddities, but within the pulsing energy of your shaded body; he feels that there is a sense of commonality between you both. 

Yes, much like himself, you are not as ancient as the others. No, you are young. And so, that commonality forges a bond between. You understand the struggles he goes through in being the youngest of his siblings. At times, not taken seriously, and other times he is teased and taunted relentlessly with only Death being the main mediator to rid his youngest from such torment. You too struggle with this ordeal within the spiralling, ethereal pool of the watchers. But by no means do any come to your valiant rescue. 

So when you are chosen to be bound to the red cowled Horsemen, you do well to ignore his scornful glare and allow your eyes to crinkle with a mouthless smile. Finally, you are given reprieve from your own torment and what’s more, you get a chance to explore the many worlds. 

At first, he’d been confronted by this… unique behaviour of exploration. The way you gravitate towards the smallest and most mundane articles in your path, you found there to be something entrancing about a single, white petalled flower that remains fighting against the rubble and corruption around it. Or from the wayward cast of your gaze that appeared to become lost in the intricate layout of the realms you travel to. No matter where you are, you always manage to find something that piques your peculiar interest. 

And in meeting Vulgrim, the demon trader who bargains boons and goods in exchange for souls, who’s hunger knows no bounds, is allured by that younger scent of yours. The fiend is salivating in his thoughts and lipless grin, you force yourself to hide behind War, whether as an act of cowardice or self-preservation, but it spurns the Horseman into action. That of defense. To protect you, the baritone of his voice warns Vulgrim off. That by the Charred Council - and by him - you are protected. 

War is silent about his intrigue of your gentle, silent nature. You are often out and about, lingering on the horizon of his watch and never straying too far from him.

"What is it, little Watcher?" he grumbles to you eagerly pounding on the plate of his pauldron to gain his attention, glancing to where you enthusiastically indicate towards a point of interest. In reply, he gives a stern nod of his head. The closest sentiment of thanks you can get from the near-silent rider. But adventurous voyages are cut short to retreat into the crypt of his body and soul when danger lurks near. Despite the inward haven, you find it hard to simply wait out the carnage and a strange sorrow fills the void where a heart should be when you see him falter, inflicted with wounds wrought from battle.

Because of this need to see him unharmed, you will yourself to be brave. Fighting against the demonic forces of Hell’s army, War finds himself becoming overpowered. In your determination to aid the youngest Horsemen, you put yourself in the league of danger, and drive a sharpened point of a broken blade into the beast’s side with a shrill battle-cry. 

At the cost of being grappled and tossed into a wall of torn and reformed rock, War is given the opportunity he needs to gain the upper hand. 

After that particular fight, War notices the slumped form you take and despite his limited expertise, he attends any injury you sustained in the attack.

“This should help, little Watcher,” he says, uncertainty evident in the way he scowls, his low-silken voice drawls with faded hope of helping you. But it matters little, you’re gladdened by the tenderness of his actions. The four are not exactly known to be courteous. And Watchers are despised by them, and any other spiritual being for that matter, so to be taken under his care despite any reservations of loathing he may hold for you; it creates the illusion of a smile in your glowing eyes. 

War doesn’t smile in turn. Nor did you expect him to. But the bevel between his ashen brows ceases just a little and the glaring mask of his stoicism wavers that tiny bit more. Lowering the blackened limb of your bound arm, he stands to his full height before you after having bandaged your wound. The sound of your voice after all this time visibly shakes him, his fangs bared and eyes growing wide.

“Thank you, War…”

[streets-in-paradise]

Of Bronze and Gold - (Platonic) Agamemnon x Daughter!Reader

Troy (2004) Oneshot

Warnings: Agamemnon's parenting ( although he is a bit soft here)

Summary: Talks about a secret weapon leave the mycenaean king in an unusual position having to explain himself to the curious princess sneaking to spy on his war council.

Note: Based on my Achilles x Mycenaean Princess!Reader series. This is a scene i think about recurrently, despite there is no good spot in it to include it because it belongs to a past way before the actions of the fic take place. ( As it is implied, she is arround 10-12 when Achilles is a young lad call to fight for the first time under Agamemnon's command.)

In the spirit of my celebration, I decided to write it down and show it to you.

Tag: @zoegarfield @lovelybaka

The celebration of councils was a mere formality in Mycenae, since King Agamemnon would always do his will. The next step in his planning for conquests didn't require much intervention of the local noblemen, so the meeting became more of a space for surface level discussion apparenting transparency.

Everything depended of Odysseus, but the eldest son of Atreus trusted in his capacity for the mission he entrusted him. His trickery would handle it, and he had good proof of that in home observing the fast work in charming his own daughter.

Young enough to still be considered a child, but not exactly a little girl anymore, the signs of her growth were showing on the sudden will to mind on his business.

Once the throne room got emptied of his men she walked in with the silent steps of a cat, only to end up discovered giving a peek on the map extended on a table near the seat of the king.

" I don't recall to have ordered you shall be instructed in cartography. "

The girl turned back inmediately and observed the severe semblant of the king as if she tried to read his mood in order to adapt her excuse.

" Nestor taught me anyways, he said reading maps is a valuable skill even if I will never be the one leading a ship or planning how to take our men to battle. Men who do those things would value my understandment of their ways. "

He gave her a half a smile. Less out of love or endearment, and more like an ironical taunt.

" You were eavesdropping again."

The tone was calm, but not for that she stopped expecting traces of fury.

Denying her guilt would have only made it worse.

" They were speaking of a secret weapon you are about to adquire that would change the course of war … "

Agamemnon was willing to indulge her curiosity only because it flattered him.

" Not just one, every single war in our lifetime. If rumours turn out to be true, Greece will bow to me. "

Explanations confused her even more, since her father spoke as if he had just stolen the lightning bolt of Zeus.

" What kind of weapon shall do such thing? "

He was definitely on a good mood, or otherwise the sharing would have stopped there.

" An invincible soldier, one man worth for an army that shall fight for me. The lad is hard to convince, but I have someone working on that. "

She had a vague idea of who that person could be. If a master of persuasion was needed, her father would have only called for him.

The possibility for a visit of Odysseus, friend of the family she actually considered a friend, was enough to keep her interested.

" Will he deliver the lad to us? At very least to join our army, he has to swear loyalty to you."

The king easily spotted where the ask was coming from.

" Achilles would never swear to submit, but I don't need that in order to unleash him upon the ones resisting against my power. "

He gave a few steps closer in her direction. For an instant, she doubted if he tried to reach out, but it was only to take away the map.

" Don't expect any visitors, I will be leaving for war and meeting them there. "

The answer disencouraged her for obvious reasons: she hoped to see the ithacan soon.

" Such a shame, the bright of the city could have impressed him into commitment. I can't imagine a young hero that wouldn't seek consecration here. "

What she seeked was to trick her father into thinking a visit was the best idea, simply so her friend would be circunstantially forced to return with the warrior.

However, the argumentation wouldn't be completed without a justification proper of the image of her the king liked to keep in his mind. Some shallow reason he could easily attribute to an attention seeking girl.

" Besides, boys visiting means plenty of gifts for me. Their fathers allways want them to flatter me hoping I would be their wife someday and your riches would engross their wealth. "

Wrong guess; Agamemnon showed open disdain for the motive.

" It would not be that sort of visit: he is a common orphan with no roots, no flag, and no respect for anyone. His lack of bonds make him the perfect weapon, since there is nothing standing in the way and he has no one to live for."

The description distracted her of her selfish reasons, making her feel a hard to translate unease for the utilitary vision of her father regarding someone whose life sounded like a sad tale to her.

" … But if we encourage him, he would get somewhere to belong in and perhaps you would win his loyalty. "

" He will belong in my army. " Agamemnon cutted her off terminantly. " And you will get to see Odysseus in another ocassion."

A breach of curiosity was briefly opened through his evasive attitude.

" I like visitors of all kinds, they bring news and more life to the palace. "

Agamemnon didn't remain skeptical of her said and felt for once inclined to explain his strange reaction.

" You are still a child, not yet a young maiden, but I wouldn't accept the gifts that lad could bring for you if that would be the case. He is made of bronze, metal born of mixing from where weapons are made. Sharp edge of the blade that I will wield to conquer the world."

To her great surprise, her father pressed a soft kiss on the top of her forehead.

" And you, my child, are made of gold. Pure metal, absent of any corruption, measure of wealth and beauty. "

" Like the golden statues on the palace of King Midas. " She recalled, allmost in a whisper, lacking of trust for the praise. " Curse of greed, inhuman existence. "

Her reaction dissapointed him a bit, while at the same time being quite typical.

" Don't try to outsmart me, you know it upsets me. "

The limit was clearly settled and so, she tried to fix it with more flattery.

" Would you show me the spots on the map that already belong to you? "

[spacemilkies]

stress management

pairing: könig x reader

rqt: [] yes [x] no

wc: 1.5k

a/n: i promised to write about this fandom ages ago but got distracted as usual. but hey, can we talk about this new autosave feature. saved a life today.

synopsis: könig knows how to fix a very bad, no good day

warnings: on the job stress. fingering. könig is a literally a king

if he knows one thing, könig knows a lot about hard limits. he grew up on the cusp surviving the severity of emotional cruelty at a young age. so he, subjectively, knew better than anyone the signs of a very bad, no good day. 

he was pre-warned throughout the day by both colleagues and indirectly yourself. his off-days were few and far between and rarely matched with yours, so he spent the first three hours straightening up the flat when he got the text about the surprise inspection.

 being part of the special forces did not excuse unscheduled routine checks and more often than not it never failed to catch soldiers off guard. he was one of those, metaphorically caught with his pants below the knees more than once. the job came with many expectations, it was impossible to keep up with them all.

but you. 

you were a perfectionist, priding yourself with promptness and precision. as a weapons specialist, your caches were always primed and ready. you were so particular, it had become normal for you to customize specific loadouts for different teams and specializations. each freight equipped with situation fixed accessories and artillery. 

it set you up for a lot of success but equally as much failure on the wrong day. 

the warning came from fender, the demolitionist expert whom praised you as his saving grace on more than one occasion. könig trusted him to watch your back in the field in his absence, the tacked on friendship came later after the result of too many beers and a local football match. 

you valued all your loadouts, but there were a few that picked up dust. the speciality meant that you catered to all factions, but lately kortac favored tactical contestation over free-roam agency. a forgotten division that apparently took precedence today, and unfortunately you off guard.

there was no telling the severity of the reprimand, for something as simple as a short bullet count could count towards you. but he knew your reliability favored higher than the marks. it wouldn't stain your record, but it would certainly ruin your day. 

könig had given you an hour after receiving the news to see if you would seek him out. he had no doubt that you would spend the rest of the day clearing and taking inventory of every cache on deck and likely recalling some others. when it became apparent that you weren't in the mood for comfort, he decided to strategize another approach.

it became increasingly apparent just how much the failed inspection wore down on you when you arrive home in a /mood. könig was ready, however, alerted by the pointed click of the front door closing. 

he’s a picture of openness, relaxed comfortably against the wall adjoining the kitchen and the hall as you kick away your shoes and stack them neatly at the door. he always finds it adorable how your persistence to structure is retained regardless of any emotion. it’s what makes you so good at your job and so proud. 

könig knows though, that now is not the time to mention work, instead opting to great you with his usual kiss and squeeze at the waist. you never withhold affection when it comes to external factors, though your reciprocation is a muted affair. 

könig matches your reservation at first, cataloging your stiff posture and rigid movements. he can see the tension taut in every muscle of your body, more obvious in the way you handle appliances and when your back is turned to him.

he knows you’re not yet ready to talk about it, so he offers peace another route, attentive to your reaction as he slides against you from behind. between the two of you, it’s difficult to catch one another off guard with your actions, on the job training making it imperative to be cognitive of your surrounds. 

so he’s assured that his approach is consented if not yet wholly welcomed as his fingers deftly unravel your hand from whatever you have in your grasp. könig is aware that he has a lot of ground to cover in the short range of your allowance before you catch on. he swallows your instinctive complaint, coaxing you into a rhythm of lips and tongue distinctive to your relationship. 

it’s a difficult angle for him to kiss, and likely stiff your neck to meet him over your shoulder due to his height, but it’s a perfect way to keep you secure. with the right tactic, he only needs a few minutes to effectively bring you down a few notches.

he loves when you curl beautifully into his touch, the role of a nurturer falling seamlessly into his palms when you allow yourself to be pliable like this. the two of you share the role, knowing when taking the mantle is necessary. könig has never let his size dictate a relationship, preferring to rely on healthy communication to assign what was needed in any giving situation.

you gasp into his mouth when his knuckles first brush against heat of your sex beneath your pants. the way you immediately latch onto the gesture and draw your hips away from the counter in invitation, give him all the approval he needs to make quick work of your fastenings. 

he planed for it all to be hasty but thorough. just enough to workout the initial frustrations before offering you the soundbox and a meal. he knew from experience that not all things could be talked out, but effective comfort could come from other gestures of affection. if all you wanted was an orgasm and hot shower, he’d pluck your strings until only he could keep you upright then carry you to the bath himself.

könig moves the articles of clothing out of place rather than pulling them down, easily finding the elastic at your inner thigh and slipping his fingers underneath. he is ready when your knees go weak, his free arm holding you at the waist as he slides a digit into the stretch of your body. you’re no longer invested in his offered kiss, so he pulls away in favor of blooming small red blossoms against the skin of your throat as his thumb strokes your pearl with each punctuated nip of his teeth.

the rate at which you wet his fingers only strengthens his decision to go down this route as he adds another finger to your weeping entrance, teasing them into a slow thrust that already has you tightening in anticipation. the hidden danger of a calculating mind gave way for perceptiveness to detail as he stroked your most sensitive walls with practiced ease.

the flat of his tongue traces the line of your jaw, the even exhale through his nose leaving a slight chill against the dampness left behind. “no matter what sours your day, i will be here to make it better,” he promises against your ear.

he’s aware that he makes it impossible for you to reply, but it’s intentional. for now he just wants you to feel— soak in all his love and adoration until is washes away everything on the opposite side of the threshold of the door. 

your head drops back against his shoulder, as your hips undulate with the rise of your toes as you attempt to meet him on each upward drive you’re sure the roses he’s littered against the column of your throat have brightened under the heat of your flush, projecting as beacon of your obvious pleasure. 

any thoughts of returning the favor are effectively cut off by a twist of his wrist as the calloused pads of his fingers create friction with a bundle of nerves. 

it’s tacky and slick as he glides through your passage. a particular angle brings him knuckle deep, as his thumb continues to rotate in circles without rest. you’re well gone by this point but he exhausts the point by crooking his touch inward to produce white spots in your vision as your eyes flutter shut. your body trembles with the effort of wading through the anticipation as pleasure coils in your stomach and radiates to pressure at the base of your spine.

somehow your threshold allows you to pinpoint the roundness of his nose as it meets the crown of your head. the tone of his voice dropping as his fingers widen to spread you open to his touch,” let go, little maus.”

and you follow the command like a wave pulling you to the sea, the sensations lapping over you in a consistent current. könig remains insistent, blunt nail scraping hypersensitive tissue until you squirm. he hums a note of satisfaction as you squeeze one last time before going limp in his hold.

you inhale sharply when his touch leaves you, but voice no complaint when soiled his fingers run excessively over your thighs to get rid of some of your release still clinging to them.

his lips return to your hairline, and there’s a delay before you realize the movement is intended to form words.

“…now then, tell me about your day.”

you can 100% send me your thots on this man. i can go on for days

[krmy2386]

Admirals’ Daughters

Beau “Cyclone” Simpson x Kazansky!Reader

Sorry it took a while! Hard to think up the right idea for Cyclone!

I made up a character to be the Asshole because I couldn’t sacrifice one of the lovable ones (and I named her after a particularly mean teacher I had in high school🤣🤣🤣)

PLEASE DON’T STEAL!!!

Be Kind!😅❤️

Warnings: Age gap(not specified) Iceman’s death, begging, ANGST!

Summary: Reader overhears her boyfriend talking about the reputation of Admirals’ daughters.

✨Whose ready to see our Admiral Simpson beg on his knees???

My dad, Admiral Tom “Iceman” Kazansky, died 2 months ago. It somehow feels like it was just yesterday, and also a lifetime ago. He was a decorated pilot for the navy, a great friend to everyone who knew him, and the best father anyone could ask for.

My dad and I talked about everything. It was hard to keep things from him, so he immediately knew when I started seeing someone new. Thankfully he was patient enough to let me tell him on my own time.

When Beau “Cyclone” Simpson and I finally came clean about our relationship, we had been secretly seeing each other for about 4 months. We met for the first time at a Family Day on base. There had been a small award ceremony for my dad and the other Admirals, Beau included. The day activities were over and I was waiting for my father in his office when Beau came in. He said he saw me that morning and wanted to get to know me more. I thought it was one joke at first. Many pilots have tried over the years with many Admirals’ daughters. But deep down I felt he was different.

Despite the obvious age gap, we actually had a great relationship. Unlike previous boyfriends, Beau treated me like a Princess. Yes he was older, by a fair amount, but I knew he loved me and he would take care of me. Thankfully dad knew that too. He said he didn’t expect this, but was relieved that it was someone established rather than some young-buck just screwing around. We took that as him giving us his blessing.

No one else knew. Beau said he didn’t want anyone on base talking about my family even more than already did. But I suspect he didn’t want to deal with the gossip and other drama that came with being with an Admiral’s daughter. I had heard horror stories from Penny about how they used to talk about her.

I understand his point, but its hard to be okay with someone you love wanting to keep you a secret.

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I try to breath as I sit in my car, preparing to walk in to the base.

When I was little I loved going to the base with my dad. It was so exciting to see all the planes and watch them take off. Even as I got older I just enjoyed spending time with my dad. Now, that place is a grim reminder that my dad is gone.

I told my mom I would pick up the items from his office. Most of the big stuff was already gone, so it was mainly just pictures and plaques left. I knew my mom couldn’t handle it. My “Uncle” Maverick offered but I felt like dad would want me to do it.

I finally got out of the car and walked to the front door. I was greeted by Maverick who walked me to his office. I knew how much my dad meant to him. This was going to be as hard on him as it was on me.

“How are you holding up, kid?” Uncle Mav asked as we got to the office door.

I sighed, “I’m not great, but I’m better than I was.”

Mav chuckled, “I understand. He told me you know?”

“About what?” I asked, genuinely confused.

“You and Cyclone.” He said, and I froze.

“Mav-“ I started to explain, but he interrupted.

“I support you, Y/N. Don’t Get me wrong I don’t always see eye to eye with that man. But your father was actually happy with the relationship.” He smiled, “He made both of us promise to take care of you after he was gone. I trust he will.”

“Thank you! I Love you Uncle Mav!” I hugged him tightly.

“Love you too, kid!” He signed looking at a picture of the two of them.

“Did I ever tell you about the first time I made your dad ride my motorbike?” He laughed.

We spent the time in the office telling stories of my dad and reminiscing. It was exactly what my dad would have wanted.

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After about an hour we were done. We were headed to leave when we heard voices outside of the door.

“I hope Y/N will be okay.” Said a female voice I didn’t recognize, “We all know the reputation of Admirals’s daughters.”

They clearly didn’t know I was here. Why were they talking about me?

“Look at Penny. She went wild when her dad died.” The unknown voice said.

I saw Maverick’s face. He looked ready to bust through the door. Maverick reached to thrown open the door but I stopped him. I wanted to hear what they said.

“Y/N will be fine. She’s a strong girl. You two need to mind your business.” Warlock was quick to intervene.

“She’s just staying the obvious, Warlock.” Said a voice Y/N knew quite well. It was Beau.

“Maybe we’ll get lucky,” unknown added, “maybe she’ll find a healthy coping mechanism for her daddy issues. Unlike Penny.”

At that moment my heart broke.

Maverick saw it in my face. Before I knew it he opened the door.

“Well Y/N, I think that’s everything.” Maverick said loudly, he wanted them to hear and wanted them to feel embarrassed that they were gossiping about us. The two men and the woman all froze at the sound of Maverick’s voice.

“Thanks for your help Mav! I really appreciate it!” I said, still trying to process what happened.

“Hello Y/N, I’m Captain Stanfield, it’s lovely to see you!” She said, clearly thinking she got alway with talking about me.

“Likewise.” I said, I recognized her from the funeral. She had only been here a few months. What right does she have judge if me and Penny?

I glanced at the two men. Warlock just looked at the ground, poor guy was probably terrified. And Beau just stared at me.

“Well, I’m leaving. Best of luck to you all.” I said turning towards the door, trying to leave before my tears actually fell.

“But you’ll be back,” Beau said worried. He quickly caught himself and added, “for Family Days and what not. You know your family is always welcome.” Of course he was hiding us, again. That’s what he was concerned about? That my family shows up to support a program of cocky pilots talking behind people backs? I’ve had it.

I took one step closer to him, and stared into his eyes. In a split second I decided to make them pay for what they said. For me, for Penny, and for all Admirals’ daughters who get trashed talked by grown ass men and women

“No,” I stated clearly. “I never want to see any of you. Ever. Again.” I said, now trying to contain my rage instead of tears. “I will never set foot on this base again.”

Then I turn my attention to Captain Stanfield, “And the next time you want to comment on any Admiral’s daughter remember just how much that Admiral did for you. How much they sacrificed, how much work they did to keep your asses safe. And remember how much pain their family went through when he died.”

As I turned and rushed out of the door I heard Maverick yell, “Ice asked you to do one thing! You fucked it up!”

I practically ran down the hallway crying, clutching the box of my dad’s things before I finally made it to my car.

How could Beau say that? Did he agree with her? Was that why he wanted to keep us a secret?

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I dropped the box off at my mom’s house before heading home. It was like I was on auto pilot as I drove. I was in a state of numbness from what happened that day. I had way too many emotions in my head. I decided to get a hot bath in hopes it will wash the crappy feeing off of me.

I sat in the tub with bubbles and a glass of wine. I just started thinking.

Why didn’t Beau want to tell people about me?Was it the age thing? Or the Admiral’s daughter thing? Or was it something else?

As I was sitting in the tub I heard furious knocking on my door. I knew exactly who it was.

“No.” I said out loud to myself. “No. No. No. I am not letting him in.” I knew I needed to stand my ground on this.

After a minute or two the knocking stopped. I was relieved he’d given up so I could have peace. But also slightly offended he quit so quickly.

Then the bathroom door swung open and I screamed.

“Y/N! It’s me!” Beau said trying to calm me down, “you gave me a key remember?”

“Get out!” I hissed at him. I grabbed a towel trying to cover myself while I stood up.

“We need to talk.” He tried to reason.

“I’m in the tub! Does now look like the time I want to talk?” I yelled.

“Nothing I haven’t seen before.” He said trying to joke.

I glared at him as hard as I could. “Well considering we are no longer together, you no longer get to look. Get out!”

He looked crushed at my words, but he nodded and walked out so I could get dressed.

So much for peace.

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I knew he was downstairs. I knew no matter how many times I told him to leave, he wouldn’t. Not until he at least tried to talk things through. I got dressed as slow as I could. I wanted him to suffer a little more.

I finally walked downstairs and saw him sitting in my couch. Head in his hands, and he was crying. Through out our time together I had seen Beau in many different situations, but I honestly had never seen him cry.

“Beau,” I said softly, “you need to leave.”

“No. Not until we fix this.” He said.

I scoffed, “Fix what? My ‘daddy issues’?”

“Princess,” he started, “I’m sorry. I should’ve spoken up. I shouldn’t have let her say that-“

I stopped him there, “What about what you said? You agreed! Do you really think I’m the kind of person to act up when something bad happens? You really don’t know me do you?”

He stood up and stood face to face with me.

“I know everything about you. Your favorite color, your favorite food, your fears, everything! And I know that loosing your father has been the hardest thing you’ve ever dealt with and yes I am worried. I’m worried that I don’t know how to help you though your grief. I’m worried because I couldn’t handle if something happened to you. But no, that doesn’t excuse what happened today. I’m so sorry, Princess.”

I felt my resolve slipping at that nickname. He called me that jokingly the first time we met. He said since my dad was basically the King of Top Gun that I must me the Princess.

“Beau, it’s not just today.” I sighed. “I can’t- I won’t be your secret anymore. I deserve more than that.”

Beau nodded, “I know. I told them.”

I was stunned, “you told them about us?”

“Yes. I told Stanfield, Warlock and Hondo. Maverick said he already knew. I should’ve figured Iceman told him.” He scoffed.

“Yeah. Maverick told me today that he knew” I said remembering how supportive he was.

“I told them that I am in love with you. That you are the best thing that had ever happened to me. And if anyone ever talks about you again I’ll either have their wings taken or their bodies in the ground.” He said seriously.

I looked up at him, “Beau, I don’t know if-“

He immediately fell to his knees in-front of me.

“Please! Please forgive me! I can’t lose you!” He said desperately.

He grabbed me and pulled me into him, hurrying his head into my stomach. “I’ll do anything just please forgive me!”

I thought back to what was said. I know he is concerned and I know I can for give him. But there is one thing all of them need to do.

“I forgive you Beau.” I said and his head shot you to look at me, “There is one condition.”

“Anything!” He said fully prepared to do whatever it takes.

“Penny deserves an apology. She’s had enough crappy things happen to her, she doesn’t need anymore rude pilots trying to get a laugh at her expense.” I said.

He nodded quickly, “Done! We’ll go first thing tomorrow!” He said standing up and pulling me in to a kiss.

When he kissed me it felt like all the breath was taken from my body. When we pulled apart he hugged me and let out a huge sigh of relief.

“If it makes you feel any better,” he started, “Maverick threatened to have Phoenix beat up Stanfield.”

I laughed, “He needs to be careful. My dad isn’t there to get him out of trouble anymore.”

“No, but I am,” Beau said, “Your dad made me promise to look out for you both. He knew I loved you and he wanted you to be happy. But he was very much concerned with Maverick getting himself killed.”

We both laughed. I knew Beau would fulfill his promise to my dad.

Both of them.

Thank you for the encouragement❤️❤️❤️

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[ithebookhoarder]

Hi there! I saw your requests were open and I was wondering if I could request an Obi Wan x Fem! Reader based on the song Dont Blame Me by Taylor Swift? Completely feel free to go whatever way you want with it but I love me some angst and fluff and a dash of smut but I trust you!

If you can do this that would be wonderful!

Have a lovely day! 💞

Don't Blame Me, Love Made Me Crazy (Obi-wan Kenobi x AFAB!Reader)

Summary: There are no lengths Obi wouldn’t go to, to keep you and Leia safe from the Inquisitors. However, there’s more at stake than Obi initially realised - if the extra life he’s sensed inside of you is anything to go by.

A/N: Well ain't this the national anthem for most of the Star Wars characters 😅. I love Taylor and this song, so this request was a joy! Thanks for sending it @supertoastrisesagain, and for allowing me to ramble on even after the show is done for my favourite desert hermit.

Warnings: Mention of death, swearing, references to violence, references to torture, references to smut, mentions of pregnancy

Masterlist

If you’d have told yourself a week ago that this is where you’d end up, you’d have never have believed it. Even now it felt like some kind of fever dream you’d soon wake from. 

Only a few days ago you had been living your lives in the desert of Tatooine, minding your business and working as a farmhand, but now? Now, you were escaping the Inquisitor’s Base, with your husband and Leia Organa in tow, having discovered that Anakin wasn’t dead and that there was a secret rebellion dedicated to smuggling Jedis to safety… 

It was a lot to get your head around. 

Maker only knew what was going through the ten year old’s mind, given all she had seen since she’d been abducted from her home world a few days prior. Then again, the whole ordeal seemed to have finally taken its toll on the young princess, given the way she had fallen asleep the moment the ship had breached the planet’s atmosphere. 

It was probably the adrenaline wearing off, as well as the comfort of knowing you were safe for now that allowed her eyes to grow heavy, and her head to fall against your chest. 

During take off, Leia had been sat beside you, asking a thousand and one questions about everything that had happened. She had also reached over, linking her hand with your husband’s - as if trying to prove he was really here. 

It was a feeling you shared, having thought for one terrible moment that he had perished… that the Third Sister was right when she said he had been killed by Ana- Darth Vader. 

Yet he was alive. 

He’d rescued you - both of you - and you were now free once again to try and finish the mission to return Leia to Alderaan. 

You knew without using the force that your husband was utterly exhausted… an emotional and physical wreck, whose emotional wounds had been torn open again after so long… 

Ever since you’d taken off, he had simply taken a seat and stared at the wall ahead. The only sign he wasn’t some statue was the steady motion of him brushing his thumb over Leia’s knuckles over and over as she dropped off to sleep in your lap. 

The sight made your heart ache. 

He was so soft with her, so tender in a way that he hadn’t been with anyone other than you for years. Although it wasn’t hard to guess why the young princess had awoken something inside of him. 

She was so like her mother - and father. 

Seeing her was both incredible, and soul destroying, as you once again felt the loss of two of your dearest friends. It was like someone had driven a knife into you and continued to twist the blade… Ten years on, or ten minutes, it made no difference. 

For instance, back in the market on Daiyu, when Obi had been explaining your cover story for your time on the planet, you’d felt a sense of deja vu. 

He’d seemed so calm and composed as he tried to explain that - if anyone asked - you were farmers, and Leia his daughter. 

“Granddaughter, maybe,” she’d whispered under her breath, but you’d heard her loud and clear - a fact made obvious by the laugh you failed to mask as a cough. 

Obi had sighed but wisely chose not to say anything, other than a casual ‘what?’ causing Leia to grin up at you. 

“Oh, nothing.” 

It was as if Anakin himself had been there with that sass and his ‘butter wouldn’t melt’ smile. 

You had also seen Padmé in her, as she had faced down the inquisitor as she blocked your escape and brought you to the hellish fortress you’d just escaped from. 

“You can’t do this. I am Bail Organa’s daughter - a princess of Alderaan, and she’s my friend! Let us go!”

Leia had been feral, biting, kicking, screaming - refusing to tell them anything… even when you were being interrogated. 

You knew how much it had pained her, to see you suffering, as the Third Sister took out her anger on you, trying to pry the location of the path. However, as long as she didn’t touch Leia, then it was worth it. 

You would take any pain to keep her safe. Just as you’d have done anything to keep your husband safe, had you not been tasked with trying to get Leia off of the planet through the tunnels.

You’d wanted to turn back, to go after him, but Tala had been insistent - saying the risk was too great for you both to be out there. Instead, she had offered to help guide him to you and the escape ship. 

Yet, they never made it, and you had been captured - a failure all round. 

Thinking Obi had perished, even for a moment, had been enough to make you feel like you were dying…  Even now, it was hard to convince yourself that this was all real - that he had survived and come to rescue you. 

As if sensing your distress, the young princess whimpered in your arms, her dreams clearly turning sour. 

“It’s alright, Leia… you’re safe now,” you cooed, brushing a lock of hair off of her face. 

To her credit, she settled again relatively easily, nestling closer into your embrace. The frown lines she had, disappeared instantly, replaced with an ease you envied. 

To her this had started out as some adventure … having never left her home planet, everything was new and exciting whilst also terrifying. Yet, she’d met each and every obstacle with such fire and spirit and courage… 

You wiped at your eye, choking back the tears that had threatened to fall all day. You knew you couldn’t let them - not until you were safely out of sight. Otherwise you would have had to explain them away and you didn’t know if you could… 

Even now, you said a silent prayer to the maker that Leia continued to sleep so soundly. 

It was too surreal. 

It wasn’t like you hadn’t thought about her over the years, but it wasn’t the same as seeing her… rationalising your expectations with the reality… 

Leia was a real, living, human being - with her own personality and hopes and dreams and fears… it was too much to take in. 

What would Padmé have said if she could see her? 

Would she forgive you for the choices you had been forced to make? 

For separating her children and hiding the truth from them? 

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, even though you knew she couldn’t hear you. “We’ll keep her safe. I promise.” 

A part of you also mourned the reality where you would have been there for Leia and Luke, watching Anakin and Padmé raising them… teaching them… being a part of their lives as a family- maybe even starting one of your own. 

Then again, that reality wasn’t entirely beyond your reach. Not when you and Obi had been less than celibate since the collapse of the Jedi Order… even now, the irony seemed too much, to have just had Leia and Luke come into your lives, as you faced the possibility of starting a family of your own. 

You’d known for almost a week now, that your lack of monthly bleeds wasn’t a result of the stress of being on the move. That your nausea and occasional dizziness weren’t just a mixture of exhaustion and lack of regular meals. 

You’d sensed the truth long before you’d gone into town to seek a healer - who’d only confirmed what you already suspected; you were pregnant. Two months along, by her reckoning. 

What were you going to do? 

“These things happen in their own time,” the healer had explained, noticing your shock. After all, it had been years and whilst you’d never been actively trying there had been many opportunities for you to have fallen with child before. Why now? “Couples can go years without conceiving and then, one day, they are blessed. It is the Maker’s will.” 

If that was the case then you had more than a few choice words for the Maker, given the ever growing list of sins they had to account for. 

It was a cruel cosmic joke, just as this whole entire week had been. Between the Inquisitors, the lone Jedi finding you both, Bail’s appearance, discovering Anakin was alive… and now this? It was all too much. 

You hadn’t hide time to think, let alone decide what to say or do about it - a blessing and a curse in disguise. 

“She’s finally out.” You spoke softly, trying to see if your husband was back with you, or still lost to the torment inside of him. 

To your relief, he nodded. “So I can see.” 

His smile was instantaneous, yet lined with a pain that seemed to radiate from him. It hung about him like a dark cloud, just as it had all day. 

You wished you could do something to help him but there was nothing you could do, other than holding a hand out for him in invitation. To your relief, he accepted, allowing you to pull him closer beside you.

He tucked you both under his arm, letting you rest your head against him in a move that was all too familiar. You’d lost count of how many times you’d fallen asleep against him like this, usually returning on a ship from some mission for the council - a lifetime ago now.    

“She clearly likes you.” 

You smirked. “You think so?”

“Yes, far more so than me, I fear.” 

“Oh, hush,” you scoffed. “She likes you. You can see it in her eyes when she looks at you, just like with all the younglings whenever you used to walk into a room. It used to drive me mad, whenever I was trying to teach them and in you came, disrupting the class and distracting them- The great legend himself. Though, you can hardly blame them. You were always so good with them, so kind and patient and willing to listen to whatever they had to say. They worshipped you.” 

Your voice trailed off as memories began to resurface, a haze of nostalgia creeping back in. You knew that and your hormones were to blame as tears threatened to once again escape you, but you couldn’t share that detail. Not yet, anyway. 

Not until this was over and Leia was safely back on Alderaan. Then, you’d wait until you and Obi-wan were safe again to tell him about the change of plans for your future. 

At least this whole experience had been good for one thing, and that was proving that you and Obi-wan could keep up with a child. Sure, the parenting thing would probably take longer to master but so far it seemed a good indication that you’d both eventually get there. 

Although, if your child was even half as spirited as Leia, you’d be both completely grey before they hit their 10th birthday… but blessed all the same. 

“You also saw her face back there, Ben,” you whispered. “When we thought you were gone, well, she looked broken. We both were. Yet, when you came, she looked so happy to see you again.” 

“I don’t know why, considering all I do is bring danger with me,” he grumbled darkly, rubbing a hand through his beard. “All of this was a plan to lure me out, meaning this is all my fault. If I had died back on Mustafa, then the Inquisitors would never have even looked her way.” 

“Ben, no-”

“It’s true and you know it.” 

It might have been true, but that didn’t mean he hadn’t deserved to be saved. That the Empire should have been allowed to be victorious without some kind of fight. 

The ferocity in your voice made your view of the matter clear, as did the stern frown you shot his way. “I think you’ll find Vader is the one who actually started all this, turning on the Jedi and setting this whole course of action into motion - so don’t act like you had any choice, Ben. You can’t keep blaming yourself. Please. Your actions helped save Padmé and her children.”  

“But-”

“- and you saved us again, today. You hear me? That’s what counts, and now Leia can go home. She’ll be safe and we can disappear again, back into the shadows where we belong… where we’ll be safe.”

“I don’t deserve you.” 

A weak smile tugged at your lips as you brought his hand close enough to kiss. “I think you’ll find that’s my line, husband dear.”  

“You should get some rest too, whilst we wait. You’ve been through a lot.” 

“And you haven’t?” you scoffed, stopping his self-sacrifice bullshit in its tracks. You could see also see the way he seemed to continue to favour his side, hiding the injuries Tala had said he’d refused to let fully heal before coming to rescue you - stubborn man. “Besides, we’ll be back on Jabeem soon enough and I can sleep when we’re on the ship, heading straight back to Alderaan and away from this.” 

Obi pressed a kiss to your hair. “Let us pray you are right, my love.” 

You could only hope you were. 

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“What is it? What’s wrong?” 

Roken’s words were almost lost in the swirling chaos that followed the fight that had just seen Tala sacrifice herself to protect the people in this room. To protect you and your husband, and the cause that you fought for. 

You could feel tears threatening to escape as you turned to face Obi. The turmoil was rolling off of him in waves, so much so that even Roken had spotted it without using the Force. 

“It’s over.” 

“Obi?” you croaked, taking a half step towards him. You could see the pain and fury brewing inside of him as he tried to calm himself. “What do you mean?” 

“I mean, I’m going back.” 

“What?” 

The exclamation from you and Roken overlapped as you stared at the man in disbelief. 

“You can’t quit. I fought for too long,” the fighter continued, somehow regaining his voice when you could not. Instead, you felt ice cold panic washing over you as your husband turned, without so much as a backwards glance, and made as if to walk through the tunnel you’d just escaped from. “You can’t just throw that away. It won’t make a difference. They want all of us.”

“Vader wants me.” 

“If you surrender then she died for nothing.” 

You knew who he spoke of, the loss still fresh even if you had only known her a day or so. Still, in that time, Tala had grown on you, a kindred spirit you knew would have been screaming in protest at what was happening here now.  

“He’ll keep coming.”

“That’s why I have to stop him,” your husband growled. 

“You’re going to fight him?” you choked, trying and failing not to think what had happened the last time he’d tried such a thing. You couldn’t face it again - couldn’t face losing him. Not now. “No, Obi. Think this through-”

“I am,” he sighed, the resignation clear in his voice. He turned, his eyes shimmering as he reached for your hands and squeezed. “He expects me to surrender. He knows I’ll do everything I can to protect these people - to protect you.”

“You’ll be on your own,” Haja interjected, stealing the words from your quivering lips.  

“No.” Your husband’s smile was strained as he turned from you and towards the man who had somehow saved your lives, over and over. You watched as he handed him his lightsaber and communicator, before patting his shoulder. The next words were like a knife to your heart. “Look out for her, will you?” 

You knew he didn’t just mean Leia, up in the wiring ducts, still trying to open the hatch. 

You paled. 

“No.”

Obi-wan didn’t even give you time to begin to protest as he pulled you close and pressed a fierce kiss to your forehead. “It’ll be alright.”

“No! I’m not leaving you.” 

“Haja.” 

His order was clear. 

“Obi, you can’t. Not alone-“

“I have to,” he growled, such pain and vehemence spitting from every syllable that it stunned you. It was probably why Haja was able to follow your husband’s order and take you by the hand, pulling you backwards, allowing your husband to slip from your grip like running water. “He’s come for me. He wants me. If I can buy you all time I must, Y/N. Please… no one else has to suffer. Protect Leia, and yourself… and our baby.” 

The words sucked all the air from your lungs. 

He knew… 

The noise that escape you was half way between a sob of agony, and a laugh of disbelief as you felt something deep inside of you crack. 

“Obi. No.”

Of course he knew. Why wouldn’t he? It was Obi, your husband, your best friend, and the man who had always been too observant, and too in tune with the force for his own good. He’d probably sensed it before you had, even if he hadn’t said anything. 

Was he nervous? Terrified of the reality that awaited him once he acknowledged the life inside of you he’d help create? Or was it that he’d been waiting? Waiting for you to decide about what to do, and how to tell him? 

You had no time to ask questions like that now - Obi had seen to that. Not when every second counted. Not when he had waited till this moment to hit you with the one thing that would possibly persuade you not to claw your way after him like some feral beast. 

As it was, you still struggled against Haja as he tried to pull you away, to hold you back as Obi made his way towards the tunnel door, his hands already lifting in surrender. 

“No… Obi, wait! Don’t do this! We’re a team remember? You promised! You promised me!”

“I’m sorry, my love,” he called, turning and giving you one last watery smile. One that did little to hide the tsunami of emotions roaring behind his eyes. “I love you - be strong. If anything goes wrong, get Leia out of here and back where she belongs.” 

Maybe it was the shock, or maybe Haja was stronger than you’d given him credit for, but somehow he managed to drag you backwards, stumbling over your feet as you tried to break free from him, to run after your husband as he left you to meet whatever fate awaited him outside the doors that were the last line of defence between you and the Empire’s Troops.

“I’m sorry,” Haja mumbled in your ear, but you barely heard him. 

Your knees buckled as your entire world crashed down around you. 

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“I’m sorry.” 

“I know.” 

Obi-wan had apologised the moment he had returned to you, aboard the transport ship that was now hurrying you away from Jabeem. At the time, the relief you had felt at seeing him had been all-consuming, causing you to run into his arms and bury your tear stained face in his chest. 

The kiss he had given you was desperate - pleading almost, as he wove a hand through your hair and held you tight enough that you knew he’d leave marks. 

You didn’t care. 

All you cared about then was that he was alive. That he was in front of you, able to hurry with both you and Leia onto the only route out of here. 

Thankfully, the deception had worked and you had been able to take off without too much trouble, leaving Vader cursing your names as he watched you slip through the cracks once more. 

But now… as you sat on the transport… the day finally catching up with you all too quickly, and all too intensely, you were trying to resist the urge to scream. 

Or hit him. 

Or do anything really to express the utter terror you had felt when he had so valiantly decided to risk his life to buy you all time. A risk he had not consulted you over.  A risk he had chosen alone, leaving you behind despite the one promise you had made him swear all those years ago… to never leave you… to let you face the world and whatever fate it brought you, together.

Yes, you were now with child, but that didn’t change the fact you should have had a choice. A say. A chance to decide how this ended… 

Well, at least things seemed to have worked out for the best… for now. 

It was that realisation that numbed the hurt long enough for you to crawl into his arms and let him hold you. You were too tired and too relieved to do anything else, a sentiment shared by Leia as she lay by you both, talking with some of the other children on board. 

The sight made your heart ache. 

“So… you know.” 

“About the child?” 

“Yes,” you muttered, feeling the way he stiffened ever so slightly beneath you at the mention of it. You also felt him nod, bending down to press a kiss to the crown of your head. “How long?” 

Obi paused. “A few weeks at the most. I merely guessed at first, given your recent symptoms but it was only when I was able to detect the other heartbeat inside of you that I knew for certain.” 

At least you didn’t have to ask how he felt about it all considering the heartfelt plea he’d given you back in the cave. To protect you and his child… he wanted it… wanted you both to live and grow as a family… he had revealed it, even if he was not aware of that fact for himself. 

Still, the way his hand drifted to rest against your abdomen gave you enough cause to believe otherwise. 

“And you didn’t say anything?”

“It wasn’t my news to tell,” he explained quietly. “I knew you would share with me any developments when the time was right, when you were ready to.” 

“Wow. So you do know how to let someone make their own decision, then?”

Obi groaned. “Y/N-”

“I’m furious with you, right now,” you hissed, doing your best not to raise your voice in the confined space. You didn’t need everyone in this ship to know about your situation. “And once this is over, you better expect a lot of yelling… and some crying, and maybe some sulking. I don’t know, I haven’t made my mind up yet. I’m too damn tired, and too damn relieved you’re here, to think properly.” 

A small scoff escaped Obi-wan before he could help it. “Well, thank the Maker for small mercies then.” 

You rolled you eyes and jabbed your elbow into his stomach, though not as hard as you could have. After all, you did still need him in one piece if you were going to see this all through. Whilst it might have felt like you’d run a marathon the past few days, you knew this was far from over. 

Leia still needed to make it home. 

Vader would need to lose your trail. 

And you would need to prepare for the newest addition to your family in a matter of months. 

“Ow?”

“Whimp,” you teased, trying not to laugh at the pout he shot you. He really did make it hard to stay mad at him for long. 

After all, you’d seen what Anakin’s love for Padmé and his unborn children had done to him. The love had consumed him, warping him into something unhinged and feral and full of fear. 

And no one had been able to help him… to stop him from destroying the very thing he’d tried to protect. There had been too many obstacles in the way and the guilt had haunted you both since. 

No wonder Obi had acted how he had today; he’d had a chance to save you. To protect you. 

Love was a powerful thing. It made people do crazy things and Obi-wan loved deeply. He always had, and it was why you’d been so quick to love him in return. 

He made it so easy to love him, even though it meant you were vulnerable. That you’d risked losing everything over and over … but you couldn’t have imagined having it any other way - not even for a second. 

Was it any wonder the Jedi had feared it enough to ban attachments altogether?

You sighed as the realisation hit you. 

“I love you.”

“I love you too,” he replied softly, cradling you close. “And I’m sorry… for all of it, all of this. I wish things were different but they’re not, and I cannot - will not - risk losing you. I know that means I broke my promise today, but you cannot tell me you wouldn’t have done the same, had our roles been reversed?”

“…No. I wouldn’t.”

“Well then, you understand,” he murmured, “and once we make it out of here you can yell and be as angry with me as you like, and I’ll bear it, because it means you’re alive. That you’re alright.” 

“Deal,” you smirked. 

With that, you turned so that you could kiss your husband - and the father of your unborn child - properly. After all, you did have a lot to be grateful for, and you’d learned a long time ago not to take miracles for granted. They were often few and far between, yet this week the universe had granted you several. 

And the greatest miracle of all? Well, that one existed inside of you, intertwined with the life that was growing there.

Hope. 

[stargazer-balladeer]

“Wanna start dating now?” [Genshin Impact]

People often mistakes you two as a couple while walking around town. How would they react to it?

Characters Included: Beidou, Kaeya & Thoma + GN! Reader

Notes: For @honeycqves hope you like it! <3 this is kinda rushed LMAO- hope ya’ll like it too.

Warning: None

Beidou

Many questions your relationship with the captain, even the Crux are confused. Were you two simply friends or perhaps lovers already? Considering how close you two seem, everyone thought you two were together. After a bit misunderstanding with everyone congratulating you two, it was a surprise to them to find out you two weren’t dating at all!

I mean c’mon! Even Kaedehara Kazuha can see it. The kids can see it. Anyone with eyes can see it. The way Beidou trusts you so much with her crew, the way she smiles more often around you, the way she drags you on the Crux Fleet to voyage on the sea, the list can go on and on. Even proud Beidou can’t find her flustered state in front of her crew when they mention that.

When the captain met the young traveler and her companion, she almost readily agrees to take them to the land of thunder and lightning. Through a contest of course. Even though the traveler and the flying companion saw how Beidou and you interact with each other.

Paimon couldn’t help but gush at how adorable you two are, her mind set on you two being a couple already. After the words left her mouth, silence surrounds you all. Only a slight laugh that escaped Kazuha’s mouth was heard. Feeling her partner’s hand slap her head, she quickly caught on the situation despite her being a bit stupid and profusely apologized to the both of you.

After the trio leaves with Kazuha leading them to their rooms, the both of you were still stuck in the grip of silence. Deciding it’s now or never, Beidou clears her throat before flashing you an almost shy smile.

“So uh… do you have any plans for next week? We can uhm… y’know. Have a date? Wouldn’t that be nice…”

Kaeya

It’s not that surprising that people would mistake you two as a couple honestly, knowing how affectionate and flirty Kaeya can be. Especially towards you. Even though the cavalry captain is known to be a flirt in the city of Mondstadt, even they can tell he has a soft spot for you.

The way his eyes softened with admiration only towards you, the quirk of his lips when you’re not looking, and the overall behavior he has around you. The captain hardly even looks at other people besides you, and he even stopped flirting! Though that doesn’t that mean he’ll stop going to the tavern to drink (diluc was hopeful though)

Everyone in the city is aware of their captain infatuation towards you, except for you of course. But that doesn’t mean the travelers outside the city is aware of this ‘friendship’ of yours.

One day, while going around the city, doing his daily patrols with you by his side. A traveling merchant approached both of you for direction, before noting how compatible you are to each other as lovers. Which resulted in a red-faced you while a smirking Kaeya (with a tint of pink in his cheeks) as you explain to the merchant that you two weren’t dating at all.

After waving goodbye to the merchant, he decides to tease you about it making you want to punch him in the face-

“You know… almost everyone that sees us says that. Is it a sign I wonder? Hahaha… maybe we should take their advice and be together already. What do you say? A date on Friday night?”

Thoma

Ayaka would chuckle every time she sees you and Thoma interact with each other, her eyes gleaming with delight while her mind screams ‘kiss already!’. Sighing every time when it doesn’t happen, wondering how both of you can be so dense with each other’s obvious feelings. It’s killing both her and Ayato alive-

Of course, Thoma has a reputation to uphold outside the Kamisato household so he can’t be seen with you much or else it’ll raise suspicion. But even though he’s being as cautious as he can be, everyone could tell he holds feelings for his dear friend. The way his eyes sparkle when he hears mention of your name, how he would tirelessly talk about you with them before realizing and stopping himself, the way he sees something and mumbles to himself if you would like it. Basically, everyone can tell he’s a simp for you.

While walking around Inazuma City one day, with Ayaka strolling in front of you two while you two chatter as usual. A kid walks up to you and literally asks if you two are dating. Imagine the look of surprise and flustered state you two are in. Ayaka noticed the interaction and just chuckles, basking in you two’s embarrassment. Maybe this was the push you two dense idiots need.

After clearing up to the kid that no you two aren’t dating, and no a wedding isn’t happening any time soon. You sigh in relief, your face calming down from the raging flustered state you were in earlier. Hearing Thoma coughed beside you, you turned your head towards him and watched him not meeting your eyes while smiling.

“You know… that kid isn’t wrong. We could make those that she said true… I mean not the wedding obviously. But the uhh… dating part… *cough* i better do this properly then. [Name], would you do the honors of dating me?”

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[young-dumb-and-vaccinated]

Omg can I please get a hannibal x a shy girl reader ? Like he’s really possessive of her and she doesn’t know how to handle it but she likes him so they date??

Sorry this took so long, anon. I’ve been bouncing ideas around and this one in particular, I believe, fits your request. Y/n feels out of place among Hannibal’s fancy friends and it becomes even more obvious when he abandons her at a party. 

Trigger warnings: social anxiety, sexual harassment, overstimulation

You and Hannibal had an agreement about large gatherings. He could only bring you to a party if you had a week's notice and at least three uninterrupted hours of gaming time prior to the event.

For this event, you needed a solid six.

One of the major Maryland universities was awarding a lucrative research grant to a student of clinical psychology, and every influential name in the industry was expected to be there. As a recent college grad with a bachelor's in business you didn't know what to do with, you couldn't imagine a less welcoming environment if you tried. You couldn't fit into their world and more importantly, you didn't want to. But the thought of being noticeably different in any situation was twice as terrifying. So you spent the whole week repeating your mantra; blend in, be quiet and make it through the night.

But Hannibal had different plans for you.

Halfway through the week, just when you'd pushed the party out of your mind, Hannibal presented you with a gift.

"What's the occasion?" You asked. You hoped that if you pretended not to know, it would just magically go away.

"I brought you something to wear on Friday." Hannibal answered, hanging the garment bag up on the bureau. "You know I'll take any excuse to dress you up."

He unzipped the bag and placed a black silk dress into your arms. "Try it on so I have time to get it altered if it needs it."

The material was cool to the touch and outlined your figure so perfectly, you felt even a little naked. Hannibal, of course, loved this. You were his own personal Venus de Milo. His goddess and his muse. 

“Yes, that will do nicely.” He observed, looking at you hungrily. 

“Seems a little short for a such a sophisticated event, doesn’t it?” You raised an eyebrow. The answer was yes and he knew it. He was very deliberate in everything he did. “I don’t want to come off the wrong way.” 

“And what way would that be, darling?” He asked, not taking his eyes off your figure. 

“I mean--” You searched for the right words. “It’s a gathering of the Mid-Atlantic’s most esteemed academics, I feel like, in a dress like this, I might be seen as, well, a...” 

“A prostitute?” Hannibal finished, choosing a much nicer word than you would have.

You looked down. “Yeah. It just doesn’t seem all that appropriate.” 

Hannibal approached you and lifted your chin slightly to look into his eyes. “Many Christian denominations believe that Mary Magdalene was a prostitute, yet she was Christ’s right-hand woman. She was first to see him crucified and first to witness his resurrection.” 

“Dr. Lecter,” You smirked. “I never would have taken you for a religious man.” 

“Goodness, no.” He shook his head. “But any reputable academic is expected to be familiar with biblical literature and its many contradictions and impossibilities.” 

“What does that have to do with me?”

“You are my divine feminine, Miss [L/N].” Hannibal said in a low whisper. “And I want everyone to see it. If they see a common whore, it would only be a reflection of their own jealousy.” 

Hannibal's rationalization almost made you forget about your fear of being noticed. Almost. It all came rushing back when you arrived at the event. Not one person your age was in attendance. The women wore long, flowing evening gowns that reached the floor. The length of your skirt alone guaranteed that all eyes were on you. In a simple black silk dress, you looked the very model of high society. Silk was a sign of luxury, and Hannibal wanted everyone to know that you were a woman of means. His woman, to be precise. That was why he brought you to these functions in the first place. To put you in a dress short enough for any wandering eyes so see the smattering of love bites running up your inner thighs. He wanted everyone in his field to know that you were completely and entirely his.

You realized too late that this was all his little exercise in showing you off.

Everyone seemed to know him. He only knew a handful of people by name, and you didn't know anyone.

"And who is this delightful young woman?" A woman with a light southern twang in her voice asked, looking at you as if you were a caged animal on display.

"I wasn't aware you had a daughter, Dr. Lecter." The young man beside her laughed. "Or is she your side piece?"

Your eyes scanned the room for the nearest exit. It would be unbecoming to make a scene, so you plotted a way to slip out quietly.

“Darling, meet Dr. Charlotte Ramset and her TA, David.” Hannibal introduced, notably ignoring the young man. “Dr. Ramset, this is my intended, [F/N] [L/N].”

"I didn't realize she was also a ventriloquist!" The lady, presumably Dr. Ramset, joked. You'd heard that one a million times. She looked at you. "Tell me about yourself, sweetie. What are you studying?"

The lady was old enough to be your grandmother and reeked of too much perfume.

"I graduated last year." You said, quietly. "With a BA in business."

"See, there's a good woman." David added. "Only speaks when spoken to. They don't make ’em like you anymore, baby."

Hannibal tightened his grip on your hand. "On the contrary, David. See, Miss [L/N] is quite a bit like myself. She only dignifies those she deems worthy with a response. There's nothing wrong with being selective."

The lady laughed at David's expense and smiled at you. "Good for you."

You smiled back just a little, not ready to bring your guard down yet. "I've had to deal with more than enough. It's best not to engage."

"Oh, I know, I know." The lady said, shaking her head. "That's how it is for us educated gals. Always having to put up with pigs. See, I went to college in the sixties, so I can tell you some real stories."

This was a new experience. Talking to Hannibal's friends and having them listen to you was something you never considered possible. Now, you were one of the educated gals. You were just about to strike up a conversation with this woman, when the man next to her decided someone desperately needed to play devil’s advocate.

“I find that sexist, actually.” He cut in. “Not all men are pigs.” 

The silence following his comment was deafening and you wanted to crawl into a hole and die. Whatever progress Hannibal and Dr. Ramset made breaking down your defenses was completely reversed and you were ready to retreat.

Dr. Ramset took a long sip of wine and adjusted her shawl. “David, none of us said anything about men, you drew that conclusion yourself.”

“I mean, look at you.” David gestured to your dress. You knew exactly where this was going and you wished you could just disappear. “You’re basically asking for it.” 

Dr. Ramset glared at him. “David, that’s enough.” 

“I’m just stating facts.” David crossed his arms. “If you dress like a slut, what do you expect?”

Dr. Ramset and Hannibal seemed to have an entire conversation through prolonged eye contact before one of them broke the silence. 

"Charlotte, I hate to have to excuse myself so soon, but the president of the university is expecting me." Hannibal said, dropping your hand. Your heart hit the floor when you realized that he would be throwing you to the wolves.

"Of course, Dr. Lecter." She nodded. "Duty calls."

"I trust you'll keep an eye on my beloved [F/N] in my absence?" His voice hardened. The severity in his tone frightened you.

Dr. Ramset didn't seem disturbed or even surprised in the slightest by his gently threatening demand. "Of course."

"Thank you. And [F/N]?" He said, pressing his lips to the back of your hand. "I won't be going far. Please, try to have fun."

You tried not to look affronted, but you were going to have a long talk with Hannibal when you got home. 

"I'm just saying what everyone is thinking." David continued, his inability to take a hint positively astounding. "Why don't you respect yourself enough to cover up, [F/N]? You have a boyfriend!"

Your eyes scrolled across the room looking for any sign of Hannibal, but he was gone. Dr. Ramset finished her wine and stared at her TA with the resigned disgust of a death row jailer.

"Any other thoughts?" She said, snatching a fresh glass of wine. You looked at her with a clear expression of discomfort.

"Come on, do you see any other woman in the room dressed so provocatively?" David's voice broke mid-sentence. "No. Because they're educated enough to know that real men don't care about their bodies."

The hotel clerk approached the group. "Mr. Hosmer, there's a call for you."

David narrowed his eyes. "Uh, what?"

"Someone is on the phone asking for you." The clerk repeated. "Says it's an emergency."

David shrugged. "Fine."

Just when you thought you would be rid of him, at least for a moment, he planted his hands on your hips in attempt to "get by" you. His touch was like that of an insect crawling across your skin; unexpected, filthy and leaving you squeamish.

"I'm so sorry about that." Dr. Ramset's words echoed in your ears, but you didn't really hear them. You were too focused on grounding yourself to process what she was saying. 

“Dr. Ramset?” You said, quietly. “Which one is the president of the university?” 

She glanced at a tall woman in a dark blue suit, surrounded by equally important looking businesspeople. You followed her eyes. “That’s Dr. Mary Hosmer.”

Your ounce of righteous fury was squelched in two seconds when the reality of having to talk to someone, especially someone of stature, set in. You looked sheepishly back at Dr. Ramset. 

“Could you please ask her where Hannibal went?” You whispered. “I’d really like him to take me home now.” 

Her face turned sympathetic. “Of course, [F/N]. Stay right there.” 

You nodded. “Thank you.” 

Dr. Ramset crossed the floor and politely greeted the president. You took a few slow, calculated steps closer, just to get in earshot.

“Pardon me, but, have you seen Dr. Hannibal Lecter?” Dr. Ramset said, casually. 

“I wasn’t aware Hannibal had even arrived yet.” The president answered. “I haven’t seen him.” 

Your eyes widened. You fought the urge to freeze, but you had to move back before Dr. Ramset knew you’d been eavesdropping. You heard everything you needed and rushed back to where she’d left you.

“Dr. Hosmer said he stepped out.” She told you upon her return. “He should be back soon.” 

You tried not to show that you knew she was lying. “...oh.” 

“Would you like me to stay with you until he comes back?” 

You knew you were completely on your own. You didn’t know what was going on, but you had an inkling that it had to do with the president and David sharing a last name. All you knew for certain was that you couldn’t trust anybody. 

“Don’t bother.” You shook your head. You took off for the door, but Dr. Ramset grabbed your wrist. 

“I’m sorry, [F/N].” Her voice dropped to a low whisper. She didn’t look mad, but afraid. “But Dr. Lecter told me to stay with you. Please. Don’t make this harder for me.”

You recalled how seriously threatening Hannibal’s request was. She wasn’t answering to the president of the university. She was answering to Hannibal. You didn’t know whether to be scared or relieved. 

“Right.” You conceded, stepping back in. “I’m sorry.” 

The actual award ceremony was much longer than it needed to be, and it dragged on even longer knowing there was no reason for you to be there. Other than that, you awkwardly followed Dr. Ramset around the party like a lost puppy the whole time. You were back to your original plan: blend in, be quiet and make it through the night. 

Just when you thought the party would never end, someone tapped you on the arm. You turned around, hoping with every fiber of your being that it was Hannibal, but it wasn’t. A tall woman in a dark blue suit stared back at you. 

“I’m sorry to bother you, miss.” She said, apologetically. “But have you seen my son? I saw him talking to you and Dr. Charlotte earlier, perhaps he told you where he was going?” 

You’d pushed that man completely out of your mind. You shook your head. “He left to take a phone call and I haven’t seen him since.” 

A hand found your shoulder. “I’m so sorry, Dr. Hosmer, but I believe I saw the boy on his phone out in the lobby.” 

“Dr. Lecter!” The president’s eyes widened. “How nice of you to finally join us.” 

“...Yes, I believe he left right after making unwarranted comments towards my intended here.” Hannibal ran his hand down your arm lovingly. 

“Well, boys will be boys.” The president chuckled. “Maybe you should teach your girlfriend not to wear such revealing clothes.” 

Hannibal smiled and pulled you in protectively. “Whatever the case, I hope you find him very soon.” 

Her phone chimed in her back pocket. “Oh, that’s him right now.” 

“Wonderful.” Hannibal said. “[F/N] and I will be taking our leave.” 

He hurried you towards the door, his hand tight around yours. A blood-curdling scream came from behind you. You looked back for just a moment and found the president hollering in pain and falling to her knees. 

“Let’s go, darling.” Hannibal tugged at your arm. “They don’t deserve your presence.” 

“Hannibal, I swear.” You said, once you were in the safety of the car. “If you killed every man who looked at me like a piece of meat, sooner or later, there won’t be any men left.” 

Hannibal smirked and reached for his seatbelt. “Wonderful.” 

[bonny-kookoo]

Fictional Happiness 16

Jungkook had found his mate on accident- and unknowingly, also the one piece that had still been missing from his pack.

Tags/warnings: werewolf! AU if it wasn't obvious already lol, angst, romantic kook, kinda selfish kook though, shy!reader, anxiety, medication mention, therapy mention, mentions of past child neglect and emotional abuse, panic attacks, idol!bts, insecurities, bad habits, kind of tsundere! Jk, Impatient kook, alpha!kook, omega!Reader, omega!jimin, Alpha!Jin, Alpha!Namjoon, Alpha!Taehyung, Alpha!Yoongi, Beta!Hoseok, swearing, smut in future chapters

Additional Chapter Warnings: everyone's just being cute pt.2, Heat talk? It's just a bit at the end

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The wind is fresh and clean as you look out of the opened window of the campervan. You're finally reaching the place the company had rented for the entire stay- a place where you could all just roam around and be yourselves for a while.

"Yah Jungkook- you're driving a little fast there!" Seokjin scolds over the small radio in Jimin's hand, the omega sitting across from you. He repeats it to the maknae, who's ears turn a bit red, as he slows down a little, unable to help himself but argue back however.

"Then just catch up you old people!" He says into his radio, before Seokjin's complaining fills the van again.

"You have two omega's in the van AND you're also not young forever you spoiled brat!" He scoffs, and Jimin laughs a little, while Namjoon next to Jungkook in the front can't help but smile about it either.

"He's not being serious." Jimin reassures you, as he see's you a bit uncertain about the situation. "They're always like this. Jungkook simply likes to rile Jin up, while Jin can be a bit dramatic sometimes." He explains, and you nod.

"You'll figure out the dynamics soon enough." Namjoon says from the front, while Jungkook starts to look around for a proper spot to park the van, getting directions via radio from Yoongi. "After all, there's a good possibility your addition might change some of that anyways." He says.

"I don't want to force-" You start, and Namjoon cuts you off instantly.

"That's not what you're doing." He carefully explains. "It's completely normal and totally okay. Trust me- we'll tell you if you're stepping out of line." He says, looking at the maknae next to him, who puts the van in parking, before killing the engine.

"What- why are you looking at me?!" He says, playfully offended.

"Nothing, nothing." Namjoon just laughs, before getting out.

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Someone puts a hat onto your head, a soft knitted one, and you look up to see Yoongi's stoic face as he adjusts it carefully. "Your nose is red. Don't catch a cold." He comments, before he walks off again, back to the van where he helps Jin and Namjoon out with the tents. You look after him for a moment, unsure what to think of his actions. Was he upset with you for not dressing warm enough, or was it a sign to help him-

"He's always like that." Taehyungs deep voice comments, and you turn around to be met with his chest- before you look up, and see the slight smile on his face. "You'll get used to it. He's just awkward sometimes." He explains, and you nod. "Come, Jimin and Jungkook have found sheep close by-" He says, taking your hand in his to lead you to where they are, you assume. His hand's a lot warmer than yours, and he holds yours a bit tighter as he notices too. "-there's even a lamb there, it's adorable." He says, and you finally spot the omega and alpha near a fence, where a group of soft white animals are curiously checking the wolves out.

"Look, look!" Jungkook says eagerly, taking your free hand as he points to the small lamb in between the group of sheep, jumping around before it walks towards you, looking curious. "It's so cute!" He says, eyes sparkling and bunny teeth on full display. You can't help but watch him instead of what he's busy looking at.

This was the Jungkook you wanted to get closer to. Raw and without a big bad alpha-persona to keep up. Just himself, and nothing else. Jimin places a hand on your back, smiling as if he was able to read your thoughts just by looking at you. "Come on." Taehyung says, as if he feels the rest of the pack searching for them- which he does. "Don't wanna make Jin angry." He says, as Jungkook suddenly takes off running.

"Last one's a sore looser!" He shouts as he dashes away, and you truly don't know what had gotten into you in that moment-

But you run after him, laughing when he almost trips in surprise when you grab his jacket to pull him back- enough of a distraction to run past him together with Jimin and Taehyung, who takes your hand and gives you a bit of a boost in speed- making Jungkook the looser at the end of it. "You cheated!" Jungkook whines playfully dramatic, while you hide behind a surprised Seokjin, who had been busy putting up one of the tents.

"Did not!" You argue back with a way softer tone of voice, making everyone laugh a little at it.

"If you're done arguing, you could help set up the tents." Yoongi says, making you turn around and walk towards him. "I meant those two over there. You and Jimin can help Jin around the van." He gently tells you, and you feel a bit awkward- as his hand reaches out to brush over your hand, before he occupies himself. "Thank you though." He mumbles, and you smile, before walking up to Jin and Jimin to make yourself useful.

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Jin watches you cuddle up a bit closer to Jungkook- having decided to fall asleep on the maknae's lap, laying against his chest while partially hiding in the thick down jacket he had opened up to hide you in. "She seems more comfortable." He comments, and Namjoon nods from the side, putting his now empty paper plate into the fireplace in front of him. "You think she might..." He says quietly, unsure, while Yoongi seems to have no trouble finishing the sentence for the oldest.

"Go into heat? Probably." He says. "Its highly possible since she's never had one, and is experiencing a functioning pack probably for the first time if what she told Jimin was correct." He mumbles into his cup.

"You think she'd lie?" Jungkook says quietly- but with a lot of defense.

"No." Yoongi defends himself. "But I'm sure she hasn't told us everything yet." He explains. "For now we can only assume the worst, and work with that. If she goes into heat, we'll have to deal with it." He finishes, and Jin chimes in.

"And how should we?" He wonders. "I'm sorry, but I'm unsure if Jungkook is fit to manage that alone." He says, and for the first time, Jungkook doesn't argue- just looks down at your sleeping form, well aware that he's promised to accept help. He knows, deep down, that he has no idea what a heat looks like if someone's been on suppressants for years. He doesn't know what to prepare himself for.

"We will face it the way we always do, I'd say." Hoseok says, throwing his empty paper cup into the fire as well, before leaning back into his seat. "As a pack." He finishes, and everyone agrees to that statement.

Whatever the next days would bring- they'd manage just fine.