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binbogummy · 3 years ago

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"Soooo? What do you say?"

Two pairs of eyes watched you in anticipation of an answer, the baffling reveal of your circumstances still staggeringly fresh in your mind. To think this had all been over your birthday and now that the "what is this about" had been answered, instead of jumping to answer their question your mind began to wonder as to why. Why go through all this trouble and what did they really expect to come of it? That was probably a dumb question, you knew exactly what would come from telling them.

Their motivation was sweet but infuriating and your mind was currently juggling the possible reactions you could follow it with.

"You really care that much?"

"Of course we do!" Boris answered, jumping to his feet. "It would mean a lot to everyone!"

"You got that right." Kamal agreed.

You laughed a little to yourself. "I'll tell you, but you have to come here." You whispered, nodding for them to come closer and they did.

Boris hugged you around the shoulders. "Oooh thank you so much, you will not regret it!" And for a third and final time, Kamal reached forward once more to ruffle your hair.

"Glad to see you're coming around, I knew you-"

*Crunch*

"GYAHAA! AGAIN? ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!" Just like last time, the change in tone was immediate with the two of them immediately jumping away. This time however Boris rushed to skitter around you, lifting Kamal up under his arms from behind to pulling him out of your reach.

"выпуск! выпуск!" He ordered and you released Kamal's other hand. Afterward, a brief moment of anticlimactic silence was shared between the three of you. Boris still held Kamal up and away from you protectively as the two of them stared at you in disbelief and horror and you gave them a narrow-eyed glare.

"Would you knock that off?!" Kamal yelled, flexing his hand and you turned away with a huff. "

"That's for tying me to a chair instead of asking me as a group or literally anything else! I love you all and I get that you were concerned, but like why?!" You snapped.

"Okay, okay! Fair enough. " Despite shaking his hand in pain, Kamal chuckled once more.

Boris seemed confused setting Kamal back down and stepping closer to you cautiously. "Are you..."

"No, I'm not mad." You answered, assuring him before he had the chance to finish the question.

"Coulda fooled me!" Kamal joked, gripping his wrist and motioning at you with his "injured" hand and you gave him a proud smirk, blowing a raspberry at him.

"Oh..that is good! But...no more biting, okee?" He wagged a finger at you and you shrugged.

"We'll see."

"Better be done, I'm all outta hands!"

"Now...will you tell us please?" Boris asked once again, coming up at your side pleadingly with the biggest puppy dog eyes.

"Yeah yeah, okay." You nodded. "You just wanna know my birthday?"

"Yes yes yes!" Boris did a little jump with each word.

"Okay, fine, it's..." You hadn't meant to pause, but the words got caught in your throat when a strange sense of melancholy washed over you. "It's..."

" 'It's'? It is when?!" Boris asked eagerly, still bouncing in place until Kamal came up behind him, resting a hand on his shoulder. "Hmm?" Boris looked to him questioningly then back to you, finally reading the room and the strange atmosphere that had washed over it. "Ees everything alright?"

"Oh yeah, I uh..." You let out a little nervous laugh, looking away from the two of them. "It's just that-" Suddenly, answering was harder than you thought.

"It's today, ain't it?"

Kamal wore a knowing smile and you lifted your head to meet eyes with him. "Uh, eheh, yeah..." You admitted.

"Wait, what?! Today?!" Boris looked between the two of you in shock and you flinched. But instead of disappointment from him, you were pulled into a bone-crushing hug all over again. "Happy Birthday! I am sorry it ees a little late!"

"Thank you!" You managed to whisper, gasping when he finally loosened his hold. "Sorry for the short notice..."

"Wait...did you know?!" Boris turned to Kamal who was examining his nails proudly.

"I had my suspicions." He looked back at you, gently flicking you on the side of the head. "We were together all morning and you didn't even say anything, that's what really got me goin'..."

"I..." There was a slight embarrassed blush running to your cheeks as you realized Kamal had probably known this whole time. Going along with this whole thing was probably just his way of getting back at you for keeping it from him.

"I could have made you birthday breakfast!" Boris spoke up again with a pout, giving you a squeeze. "I suppose I will just have to make it for you tomorrow then." He said firmly.

"Oh, you're in for a treat, kid." Kamal snickered, nudging your arm playfully. "Boris' birthday breakfasts are something special. You get carried to the table just to get carried right back to bed in a food coma once you're done."

"That just means it was that good!" Boris insisted, and the two of them shared a laugh.

"You guys are something else." You whispered fondly. You wanted to be bitter, you did, but your mood was quickly beginning to turn around; becoming more flustered than anything. You couldn't stay mad at them if you'd tried.

"Ees everything okay?" Boris asked when he noticed the way you'd been averting your gaze to the ground.

"Yeah, I'm great actually." You nodded, a happier smile gracing your features. "But can you guys untie me now? That would be great."

"Oh?-Oh! Yes! Yes of course!" Boris ran behind you, probably to undo whatever knot was holding you so firmly in place. "We are going to have so much fun! Just you wait, you will want to spend your birthday with us every year after this!"

Kamal watched Boris move to undue your restraints, folding his arms and grinning to himself contently as the taller man spoke to you and your own smile grew.

"Hey, Bora!" But that small moment of fondness was interrupted when Jimothan leaned into the room. He glanced at you then back to Kamal, waving him closer and speaking in a whisper just out of your earshot.

After about a minute of hushed back and forth between them and Kamal finally took a step back.

"Much appreciated." Jimothan nodded, waving to you and Boris real quick before slinking back out the door and leaving Kamal to heave a deep sigh.

"What was that about?" You asked humorously, glancing back at Boris who looked just as curious as you did.

"...Hehe." Kamal's expression didn't fill you with confidence and you were quick to grow suspicious when he motioned Boris over and the two of them began whispering among themselves, that suspicion then growing into worry. Boris kept looking back at you, suddenly very uncertain, and he'd unfortunately not yet had the chance to untie you before being distracted so you were left to trying to listen in from where you sat.

"Guys?" You questioned and Boris folded his arms behind his back, stepping up to your side nervously.

"New plan! What if...we...do not untie you just yet?" He finished his sentence almost too fast for you to understand. Almost.

"I'm sorry, what?" You deadpanned.

"I..." Kamal began, stepping back towards the door, reaching back to grip the knob and slip out. "will be right back, you guys hold tight!" But before you could question him he was already gone and your gaze fell back onto an awkwardly cheery Boris. Just when you were starting to feel less confused things had been turned on their head again and the two of them were acting, dare you say, more strangely than before.

"We can have a bit of fun yet, yes? Think about it. Why don't I...ask you a few more questions!" Was he trying to distract you? He was clearly grasping at straws, but had perked up at that idea, satisfied with what he had come up with. "Yes! We received one piece of information, but I am sure you have many more secrets just waiting to be shared!"

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A: "Boris, untie me now."

B: *Guilt trip him*

C: *Spiteful silence*

D: ~Custom response~

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#smile for me #boris habit #kamal bora #fk/reader #sfm #Ha! You thought it was over?#Took a lil break for Easter but I'm back!#We are closing in on the end....but not quiet yet #So you decided to tell them #but what will come of it?#Kamal wasn't positive it was your birthday #but after talking to you a few times himself and seeing how you disregard the subject like it didn't really mean anything #he was like yeah #this kid needs to be tied to a chair and smooched into sharing a little bit #included a custom response and part of a custom response!#also shout to the anon that said Boris doesn't deserve to be bit because he's just vibing #he really is 😆#just going with the flow

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thran-duils · 4 years ago

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Use All of Me (P.14)

Title: Use All Of Me (Part Fourteen) Summary: Fem!Reader x Dark Mob!Steve Rogers. The Avengers are heroes saving the world but in this AU, they are also permitted by the powers in charge to have less than favorable business underneath their guise of mere superheroes. Steve and Tony are at the helm, keeping their empire’s wealth in check, both devious and perilous if crossed. Steve takes a liking to the reader at a party and it may be her undoing to her autonomy choosing to go home with him. Words: 2,549 Warnings: Dark AF, angst, emotional/mental abuse, smut, breeding, death Author’s Note: Steve’s gaslighting and emotional abuse is starting to sink in for her near the end. Just a warning.

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The ride home was uncomfortable. Not space wise, you had enough between Steve and Bucky in the middle row of seats in the SUV. No, it was uncomfortable because everyone was going on about their business like they had not just hijacked you from a cabin. Bucky and Steve were both on their phones, sending e-mails or checking documents. Clint was driving, his fingers tapping on the steering wheel to the music. Sam was staring out the window, watching the scenery go by. You could not see Natasha behind you but you were sure she was as relaxed as the rest of them.

Steve brought his phone up to his ear at one point and you heard on the other end, “Murdock Birth Center.”

“Yeah, I need to make a check-up appointment with Dr. Kamal,” Steve stated. You remembered you had had an appointment then and felt a pang of guilt. “As soon as possible please. For Y/N Y/LN. Hmm. Yeah, that will work. I’ll be sure to have her there.” He shot you a look and you averted your gaze. He thanked the person before hanging up.

You felt him still looking at you for a few moments and you turned your head towards Bucky’s window to avoid looking at him.

They did not take you home though, you went back to the facility. Questions itched but you were thinking that you merely needed to leave the SUV behind and get into his car for him to take you home. Steve helped you get out of the car, steadying you when your feet hit the cement. His arm came up to wrap around your shoulder, guiding you to towards the shade of the overhang outside the front door.

“Stay here,” he ordered you.

You did not get to respond before he turned and walked towards where the other Avengers were gathering further away. He was speaking to them and there were general nods and warm smiles.

Probably thanking them for helping to get you back, you thought sourly.

Movement caught your sight and Tony was coming out of the front door, looking suave as ever. You wondered why he insisted on wearing a suit vest and tie when he had nowhere to be. His gaze fell on you and he rose his eyebrows, smirking, in greeting. You forced a small smile, hating the smug look on his face. He caught Steve as Steve was leaving the group and whispered something to him. Steve met his eyes and hesitated before nodding. A few more words were exchanged before Tony let go of Steve’s arm and Steve continued on his way to you.

His arm came around your shoulder, guiding you again towards where his car was parked.

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You stood in the middle of yours and Steve’s room, staring around at the pristine furniture and unwrinkled bed. It was spotless, nothing out of place. Nothing changed since you had been gone for the week and a half. You thought to yourself Steve had probably barely been in the room anyway, spending most of his time searching for you.

The room was not homey. There was no personalization besides a couple framed photos of the two of you on the long dresser underneath the TV. You looked to the wall windows overlooking the grounds outside. They matched the inside: trimmed, everything in its place.

You were back to your perfect life in your perfect house. Alone. Except for when Steve was home and enveloped every ounce of your attention and being to him and him alone. You wondered how that would fare as soon as the babies were born. You wondered if Steve’s jealousy and possessiveness would extend to his children when you could not solely focus on him. That was a troublesome thought.

You sighed, your hands coming to rest at your hips, supporting your back. You caught sight of yourself in the mirror, seeing your belly starting to peek out from beneath your nightshirt. Steve would want new clothes brought in for you now that you were getting in your final months and you were going to really balloon out now.

As if his ears were burning, his voice sounded from behind you, “Y/N?”

You turned your head towards the doorway; he was looking at you concerned. You gathered he must have tried to get your attention a couple of times. You were so lost in your thoughts.

“Come here,” Steve beckoned you with two fingers.

He did not have to request it twice. You followed him down the stairs, him walking a step before you, ready to catch you if you stumbled.

Halfway down the stairs, he chastised, “I don’t like the idea of you going up and down stairs too often without someone there.”

“That’s where our bedroom is,” you told him point blank. His mouth set into a thin line as you reached the final stairs. You inhaled deeply, calming any sense of argumentative behavior you had in your bones at his cautiousness. “I use the handrail. Always.”

“I’m worried about your balance.”

“I’m paying attention to that.”

Steve looked like he wanted to say something else but he turned away from you, striding towards the front door and you followed. As soon as you stepped out onto the front porch, you stopped, seeing all the security from around the grounds gathered in a semi-circle.

On a stair above them, Steve leveled all of them with a serious gaze, his profile visible to you.

“New ground rules starting today and running indefinitely. Y/N – and you can just start referring to her as Mrs. Rogers because it’ll be soon enough and I will have you all being respectful to my wife – is not allowed to leave the property without a proper escort and my permission. If you don’t see me face to face saying she’s allowed to leave or hear me over the phone, she doesn’t leave. No one comes onto the property either unless they’re one of the team or you have prior notice from me.”

Your breath was quickening with every word that fell from his lips.

“Does everyone understand that?” Steve asked, his gaze falling on you specifically.

There were a chorus of ‘yes sirs’ but Steve was watching you intently, expectantly.

“Yes,” you said quietly.

Your understanding was the one he ultimately wanted to witness. You had broken his trust like he had specifically asked you not to. And he was true to his word; he was locking the damn keys up.

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“You kept them alive?” Tony asked incredulously when Steve told him that Yua and Natalie were still alive.

Steve rose a brow, sending a challenging look right back at him. He shrugged lightly, “What collateral would I have over her head otherwise? They’re all I’ve got until the babies are born. I don’t doubt for a second any threat I would take them away from her permanently will keep her underneath my thumb. And warming my bed.”

Tony chewed his gum with purpose, staring at Steve, letting that sink in.

“That was a gamble. You are leaving a window for them to try something foolish again,” Tony finally said with a malcontent tone.

“She’s not allowed to leave the grounds.”

“At all?”

“Not unless I give permission. No more joy rides. And no one is allowed on the grounds,” Steve said. He noticed the cocked eyebrow sent in his direction and he added, “Unless they’re an Avenger. You’re still on the list, you baby.”

“I would be offended if I wasn’t,” Tony returned. He pushed away from the table he was leaning on to stand up straight. He walked around it, tapping his pen on his open palm. A nervous tick. “So, you are here for the chip I am guessing.”

“And for the company.”

Tony smirked over his shoulder. “Right.” He stopped, twirling on his heel to face Steve again who had begun to follow him. He set him with a look and told him sincerely, “I told Pepper to talk to Y/N. Give assurances and whatnot. I think with the right conditioning, Y/N will find comfort in motherhood.”

Steve nodded in agreement, “I don’t doubt that for a second. She’ll desire to cradle them… her motherly instincts kicking in to cradle them at her breast.”

“You’re banking on it,” Tony observed, chuckling. Steve merely shrugged and Tony laughed again. “Yeah, I did too. And it worked out. She’s gonna get protective. You’re right to use them for collateral. You should marry her and get custody put in place once the children are born.”

“I am already planning on marrying her. I already told the staff to start referring to her as Mrs. Rogers. Never too early to start showing her the respect she deserves,” Steve informed him. And then he asked, “But custody? I’m the father.”

Tony pointed his pen at him as they approached the worktable. “Yes, but if there’s no custody order in place then she can legally take them again from you… again. Honestly, Steve, do you not listen to anything I try to teach you?”

“Is that what you did with Pepper?”

“I threatened it,” Tony said and then made a face. “And thennnn… I actually did it. She doesn’t know that still but, I don’t leave anything up to chance. But the threat was enough and still holds to be enough. Even doing that might get Y/N to shape up.”

Steve admitted, “I would rather just have her sign the damn thing and see it for herself.”

“Probably smart with her. She is… what was your word? Squirrelly?”

“Shut up,” Steve retorted.

Tony chortled, “Well, she is. But, be proud of yourself. You have got a perfect one bagged. I’m proud of you.”

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Pepper had been elated to see you back safe and sound. She had prepared an entire smorgasbord for you, all different kinds of small things to snack on before dinner. You were surprised to learn she had actually done it herself and not the maid. She really must have been excited to have you coming over.

She gushed over your stomach, congratulating you on its size. You had told her you were not sure if the size is something you should be happy about and she waved you off, reminding you you were growing two babies inside there.

The food was delicious, you made sure to make two small sandwiches for yourself made out of different ingredients and an array of different sides to munch on. Morgan was down for a nap, so you had not seen her yet, surprisingly to your disappointment. Since you were really having to face you were going to have two small ones of your own soon, you wanted to be around another baby to learn the ins and outs.

Pepper’s back was to you, refilling your glass of water, still speaking over her shoulder as you reached for another handful of grapes. Being distracted by both the food and her conversation, you didn’t even notice Tony had come up behind you before you felt his grip on your upper arm and the stick into your bicep.

You tried to yank away, shouting in alarm. But Steve was at your other side, blocking you from leaving your chair and you all but collided with his chest. You hissed in pain as Tony scolded you for making that harder than it needed to be, telling you if you had just sat still you would not have had that much pain. You craned your neck the other way to look up at Steve in shock and he was staring down at you without remorse.

“What… what was that?” you practically demanded, your eyes narrowing in anger.

Steve did not answer you, Tony did, sounding pretty happy with himself. “Tracking device. Completely harmless, even with babies. Trust me. Pepper has one too. But I’m giving you the upgraded one. That baby will be able to find you no matter where you are. Top quality technology there. You are one of the firsts to be able to try it out.”

He said it like you should be thanking him and be in awe of the gift he was bestowing.

You noticed Pepper had turned back around, her jaw slack from disbelief at what she had just witnessed. Her eyes met yours and you saw regret and empathy in her eyes. Of course she felt that for you. Tony had just told you that she had one too. And they had used her extension of friendship as a way to distract you to be able to make sure you were just as trapped as she was.

Suddenly you did not feel like eating anymore. You threw the grapes back onto your plate, some bouncing off the plate to roll across the counter. Fury was welling up inside your stomach, threatening to boil over.

“Y/N,” Steve’s voice came deep and rumbling, warning overwhelming his tone.

Tony had discarded the needle down a chute on the counter across from you, whistling. He was pulling glasses out of the cupboards.

“Drinks before dinner?” he asked and then shot you an apologetic smile. “I’ve got some sparkling water for you, Y/N.”

You were having trouble focusing, trying to shove all the anger you felt down. You knew you had brought this on yourself by leaving, by betraying Steve’s trust. But you did not think he would go as far as to let Tony implant a GPS tracker in you. You did not think those were even real, but you should not be surprised with Tony. And poor Pepper…

And now, poor you.

During dinner, you were kind to Pepper, keeping up the face with her. You could tell she was distraught for you and you kept brushing it off with a wide smile. No need for anyone else to feel miserable on your account, especially her. You had gotten yourself into this mess and now you were reaping the consequences. You had pushed Steve past his breaking limit, and you had no one to blame but yourself. You were taking your medicine in each dose and you would continue to do it with as much decorum as you could muster.

On the way out the door, Tony grabbed your arm again, stopping your stride. You flinched at his touch and he noticed, a laugh leaving him.

“Oh, darling, sorry. Not another shot. It’s just me,” he told you, pulling you close. Your eyes flicked to Steve still walking down the hall towards the front door where his coat was hanging. Tony leaned in, grabbing your attention again. “You be nice to him now. He’s got something really special for you planned. You understand?”

There was menace lurking in his gaze and you nodded quickly to escape his stare. It was gone and he nodded. “Good girl. You treat him right. You have another opportunity to do so and I know you learned your lesson.”

He let go of your arm with a jerk and you stumbled back a bit. You nodded again, nervousness coursing through you before you turned and faced Steve again who had just realized you were not following behind him. He beckoned you and you walked to him quickly.

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huckleberrykai · 1 year ago

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kai kamal huening PLEASE just once chance.

#im so #i wont recover from that #ever #Need to suck him off rn actually #ahem anyway #the song was amazing <3

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prettygirlcore · 4 years ago

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killed and freed - multiple groups (danganronpa au)

for those of you who don’t know, danganronpa is an anime game that centers around a school called hope's peak academy! a bunch of students who are known to greatly excellent in one area (called an ultimate ‘whatever they’re good at’) are gathered at the school to hone in their talents and lead the next generation!

…and kill each other.

the killing game is pretty simple, there are fifteen or so students, and each student is held hostage in the school unless they kill another student and get away with it. a class trial is held every time there’s a killing. the remaining innocent students have to try to find and vote out the killer while the killer needs to fool everyone into thinking their innocent.

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reminder!

this au will be slightly different, as the ultimate system won’t be used. it will just be fifteen random idols from different group i stan.

also! i will be referencing the murders that happen in the games, so if you’ve played them, you might be able to tell who’s the killer before anything even happens lol. if you do, please don’t spoil it for others.

also also! this game is interactive, but not like the zombie apocalypse one. you’ll be in charge of voting and making decisions for our main character, y/n. you may be in charge of sending someone to their untimely death or be in charge of telling y/n who to hang out with in her free time.

you might also get the chance to create a romantic relationship with another character! so choose wisely!

there will be a poll at the end of every post for this au and that poll will dictate how the next post plays out! make sure to vote each time!

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hello y/n! my name is emma!

i sound familiar? hmm, maybe you remember me from a different lifetime… interesting...

anyway, let me introduce you to your classmates! here is everyone’s current status! you can ask for it at any time by sending in an ask in the ask box! you’ll also see the status of everyone after every trial!

l/n y/n: alive

lee minhyuk: alive

lee hoseok: alive

im changkyun: alive

kim hongjoong: alive

park seonghwa: alive

choi soobin: alive

kai kamal huening: alive

park jinyoung: alive

kim yugyeom: alive

jeon jungkook: alive

han seungwoo: alive

johnny suh: alive

jung jaehyun: alive

xiao dejun: alive

alright! let’s get going! i hope my explaination of the scenario you’re in is sufficient, but if it isn’t, i’ll try to explain again.

you’re trapped in a boarding school with fourteen other supposed classmates of yours! you can do whatever you want so long as you don’t enter or contact the outside world! you’ve all been provided phones, but they can only call and text everyone else in your ‘class’ and can’t contact 911 or any else.

there are many rules you should know, but here’s a few that haven’t been given to you get:

you must stay inside school property at all times! failing to do so will result in immediate termination!

you can only enter the bathrooms and designated areas your phone allows you to access! there’s a scanner on every door to every area and your phone will either allow or deny you access!

no giving your phone to other people so they can enter areas that are otherwise restricted to them!

nighttime is 10 pm to 7 am. all areas but the dorms, the dining hall, and the lounge are restricted during nighttime! your phone scanners will not allow you into any other areas!

you’ve been assigned a dorm! it’s full of things you’ll love depending on your hobbies and passions! this is to make sure each room looks different so you don’t get confused! you must sleep in the dorms at night! failing to do so will result in immediate termination!

you must kill someone to escape, but try to keep it to one. two killings won’t benefit you at all, so only attempt it if it’s absolutely necessary!

on that note, after one person has been killed, there will be an investigation period! you can talk to anyone you please and search throughout the whole school unrestricted!

once there is one victim, there is one culprit! accomplices will not be permitted enterence into the real world again if the killer doesn’t get caught! and if another killing happens during an investigation period, then only the person who killed the first victim is considered the blackened of the following trial!

that should be all for now! more rules may be added at anytime, but you will be notified when a new rule is added!

now, you have some free time!

who would you like to spend time with today? you can pick any classmate of yours!

[POLL]

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smile4imagines · 5 years ago

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... how would habit, parsley, and kamal be in a relationship? especially in the beginning

thank you for the request anon!

Boris Habit, Parsley Botch, and Kamal Bora in the beginning of a relationship!

Boris Habit

he actually tones the silliness down a little bit, since he doesn’t wanna scare you off. don’t get the wrong idea, he’s still his silly ol’ Habit self! just less… obsessed with smiles and teeth pulling

LOVES to take you out on coffee dates at cute cafe’s, but he doesn’t actually get coffee. it stains your teeth, after all!!

really really wants to kiss you, like a lot, but hes so shy and nervous when it comes to kissing that he just sticks to holding hands and giving you dreamy looks however, if you initiate the kisses, he’s all for it! not

too into it of course, but he loves to peck you on the lips every once in awhile

PDA!! he loves pda so much he wants to show you off to EVERYONE“look!!! this is my darling s/o! they are so pretty and i lovbe to gibe them hugs,, and kissys,,” (he gets a little flustered at the end)

Habit is TALL, and he likes to show it by using you as an arm rest (if you’re ok with it!) and leaning on your shoulder! when you two are just sitting together you better believe he’s gonna lean into you and hold your hand and let you rest your head in the crook of his neck,,, please cuddle the man he needs it

all in all really sweet and cute! a bit stiff and a little awkward, but give him time and he’ll really warm up to this whole “roman-tick re-lay-shun-ship” thing

Parsley Botch

really awkward but he loves you a lot! !writes you tons of love letters and sends cards and chocolates, a big gift giver

calls you really dumb nicknames like “chicken tender” and “english muffin” and if you’re name rhymes with something he’s gonna constantly use that rhyme, and if you’re name can be used as a pun he uses it at every chance he gets (don’t worry, he’s cringing at himself already so you don’t have to)

he’s always second guessing everything he does, and you’re gonna have to reassure him that he’s doing great and tell him how much he means to you a lot

he’s REALLY insecure so please give him compliments and really show him that you love him and truly want to be with him

a little iffy on pda, but he’ll hold your hand if you want! he doesn’t really like kissing or being overly affectionate in public though, so keep that behind closed doors. the farthest he’ll ever go is kissing you on the cheek or leaning into you, if he really wants to

ALWAYS busy at work so you only really get to spend time together after hours, but he’s constantly sending “i love you and i miss you!!” texts with tons of heart emojis, and he always tries to meet up with you during his lunch breaks, and after work its cuddle time babeyy

a relationship with Parsley can be a bit bumpy sometimes, but it’s all worth it to see him smile

Kamal Bora

you thought Parsley was awkward? just wait till you meet this bundle of anxiety

literally second guesses every single little thing he does, you’re gonna have to help him a lot when it comes to accepting affection, and making sure he knows everything he does is perfect in your eyes

cares a LOT about your health, he always makes sure you drink enough water and get enough sleep and eat enough food. he’s seen Habit in a pretty scary state so he wants to make sure that never happens to anyone he’s close to ever again

loves to take you to places where its just the two of you, cause he really likes your alone time. he hates crowds and is scared of interacting with people too, so most of your dates are either taking walks around parks, overlooking the city on a hilltop, or just staying at home and watching a movie.

you guys get into pretty deep late night discussions too, about pretty much anything. sometimes you’ll both start talking about the past and trauma, and lemme tell you he is SUCH a good listener. he’s been to hell and back so he knows what it feels like to just need to vent to a loved one, and he always lets you

at first he doesn’t seem like it, but he’s a HUGE cuddle bug. when the two of you are alone he clings to you like his life depends on it, and when you fall asleep or cuddle together he hangs onto you like a koala

not too big on pda, but doesn’t mind locking arms or putting an arm around your waist/shoulder. he already almost completely shuts down when you kiss privately, so you probably shouldn’t kiss him too much in public

he’s a great partner! you never feel alone when you’re with Kamal, and you always have a good strong shoulder to lean on

#smile for me #smile for me game #sfm #smile 4 me #smile 4 me game #s4m #smile for me imagines #smile for me headcanons #boris habit #dr boris habit #parsley botch #kamal bora #smile for me x reader #boris habit x reader #dr boris habit x reader #kamal bora x reader #parsley botch x reader

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livi-writes · 5 years ago

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Chapter 0: Intro

Seoul High School was packed with students. They bustled about the halls, chattering along with their friends and classmates. Kang Taehyun grumbled to himself as he walked down the school corridor, nudging past people as he went. He tried to turn up the music on his phone, only to be further disappointed when the volume wouldn’t rise any further. Eventually, he got tired of pushing past people, and stood still in the middle of the hall.

He inhaled deeply, then let the air out slowly. Taehyun’s eyes drifted closed, and a familiar, comforting chill slid up his spine. Behind his eyelids, he saw the all familiar light blue glow of magic he knew was radiating off of him. His eyes opened slowly, and he lowered the volume on his phone as everything slowed around him. The people walked slower, and their voices got lower and dragged out, until they completely stopped. The entire hallway, and school, if Taehyun had succeeded, had completely froze.

Kang Taehyun had stopped time.

He dragged his feet over to a gap between some frozen students, and sat on the floor. The young teen leaned against the wall, fishing his phone out of his pocket, and restarted the song he was trying to listen to before. He rested his head against the wall, letting his eyes slip shut as he let the sound of the music embrace him, easing his tired mind.

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Choi Soobin sat in class, completely engrossed in his quiz. He scribbled down answer after answer, too lost in his work to notice the eerie silence that had fallen over the room. He finished the last question with ease, raising his hand as he finished writing. Slowly, he looked up from his completed work and up to the teacher.

“I’m do-” he froze as his eyes widened at the sight before him. The teacher, and students weren't moving. Or breathing, for that matter. He stood up and looked around the classroom. For a split second, he felt his anxiety spike. However, as soon as he began to freak, he quickly realized what had happened. He darted out of the room, looking for a specific junior.

"Taehyun!!"

Said boy looked up from his place on the ground, watching Soobin as he slid across the glossy school floor tiles. He watched Soobin with a blank face, as the raven haired teen tried to catch his breath, his cheeks flushed pink.

Once Soobin caught his breath, he looked down at the bored teen accusingly.

"What did I say about stopping time at school?"

"To do it when it's necessary." Taehyun blinked up at Soobin

"Yes-No!! I said to only stop time when it is absolutely necessary, which is never during school hours!!" Soobin looked down at his friend incredulously.

Taehyun shrugged, looking away from the older male, and stared at nothing in particular in front of him. “It was absolutely necessary.”

“Then what happened? Are you hurt?”

“...no.”

Soobin stood in disbelief for a second. “If you're not hurt, then what was so important that you needed to stop time?”

Taehyun didn’t speak for a second; he knew he would get scolded for his reasoning, but he also knew he’d get caught in a lie. Soobin’s magic fed off of aura anyway; he could always read Taehyun like an open book. Taehyun looked up at Soobin through his eyelashes, his cheeks puffed out in slight embarrassment.

“I had to... listen to my song..” he mumbled under his breath.

Soobin blinked owlishly at the other teen. He huffed, but decided not to argue. At least Taehyun wasn’t using his magic for some kind of malicious reason. He peeked down at the younger boy’s phone, squinting his eyes.

“...what song are you listening to?”

Taehyun flashed his phone screen at Soobin, and the raven haired teen looked at the screen, his eyes widening a bit.

“Hey, that's my favorite song.”

Taehyun let a tiny smile raise on his lips, before taking one AirPod out of his ear, gesturing it up to Soobin.

“I know. Come listen.”

Soobin knew he shouldn’t have caved; but he couldn’t help himself. It was his favorite song after all. He sat next to Taehyun on the ground, took the AirPod, and turned back to his friend.

“Only this song. After this, you have to start time back up and get to class. Okay?”

Taehyun looked away, pressing his head against the wall, letting his eyes slip closed once more. Next to him, Soobin put the airpod into his ear, copying Taehyun’s pose as he rested his own head against the wall.

“Fine. Just one song.”

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Choi Beomgyu clutched his books to his chest tightly, walking fast with his head down. He just had to make it to the library and he’d be safe. ‘Jeez’, he thought to himself. ‘Could my body move any slower?’ He stared at his own feet, and hoped he’d gain the ability of super speed before-

Before he could finish his own thoughts, he was pushed on the shoulder. The force made him turn, and the same hand that pushed him shoved him backwards. The force made Beomgyu’s back slam into the metal behind him. The door was then harshly thrown into the rest of the metal, letting out a loud booming noise as the lock clicked in place.

Once again, Choi Beomgyu was shoved into a locker.

He huffed, and pressed his head to the locker door, listening to the sounds of mocking laughter from the other side. His eyes cast down at the ‘Later loser!’ he heard, keeping quiet.

Being quiet was easier than fighting. Beomgyu thought over his own morals as he waited for the hallway to clear, his ears focused on the footsteps on the other side of the metal door. Why didn’t he fight back? He was telekinetic for christ’s sake. He could throw those mindless bullies down the hall without lifting a finger; and yet, he took all the crap they shoved his way. Beomgyu took a deep breath, urging his nerves to calm back down.

No, he wouldn’t fight back, even if given the chance (which he has been presented with. Several times.) He knew that he would have an advantage over those bullies, and he didn’t want to abuse his power. If they needed to shove him into every locker in the world to feel better about themselves, Beomgyu thought it was best to just leave them be. They’d get taught a lesson in the real world.

Yet, no matter how much he excused their behavior, he did find it quite inconvenient. His shoulder blades and back were always sore, and probably bruised in ugly mixtures of blues, purples and yellows. He wouldn’t know anymore; Beomgyu got tired of checking the damage.

Beomgyu shook off his thoughts, clearing his head and paying attention to the world outside of the locker he was trapped in. He was met with silence, which meant he could finally let himself out. The teen brought his empty hand up to the locker, closing his eyes and scrunching his eyebrows. He focused hard, until he could feel the machinery of the lock under his fingertips. His fingertips then pressed into the locker door harder, and he could feel the gears begin to move.

Slowly, Beomgyu used his telekinesis to unlock the locker, and once he felt the click he’d been all too familiar with, his magic opened the door fully. Carefully, he stepped out of the locker, scanning the hall again to make sure he was alone. He then turned back to his temporary cell, and softly closed it shut.

Beomgyu straightened out his clothes and let out a huff, before making his way to the library.

“Thank god I have study hall.”

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Choi Yeonjun thanked the librarian for his book and made his way to the table he and Kai Kamal Huening occupied. He watched Kai with a soft smile as the younger boy sat at the table alone, trying to solve his math homework. Yeonjun moved to sit next to his young friend, opening his book and reading.

Meanwhile, Kai stared at his paper helplessly as his mind wandered to every possible thing he could think of. He rubbed the eraser end of his pencil into his hair, his face turning to a pout.

‘Focus Kai, c’mon...focus…’

But nothing was more treacherous than sitting around in a quiet library while quietly trying to solve impossible math problems… quietly. He knew he promised Yeonjun he’d actually try to do his homework on his own first; but he really didn’t want to sit in confused silence anymore. It was driving him insane. Kai tried not to break the silence, his body practically vibrating with pent up energy before the dam finally burst.

“Hey. Yeonjun-”

He looked over to his older friend, and his eyes darted down to the book he was holding. His eyes widened at the book, realizing it was one of his favorite manga.

“Ohmygosh Jun, that series is amazing! My sister showed it to me when-”

Yeonjun whipped his head to Kai, shushing him immediately, and they began to talk over each other.

“No, Kai, you're supposed to be working-”

“Yeah I know, but I didn’t it understand and-”

The two started bickering, talking over each other. From the outside, it looked somewhat aggressive- like an argument. In reality, this was just how they communicated, and it was just a part of their exuberant friendship. They got weird looks from other students; not that they noticed to begin with. They kept going back and forth until Kai got distracted by Beomgyu shuffling closer into the library. Kai cut off Yeonjun’s rant, his attention completely shifting.

“Beom!! Beomgyu!! Over here!” he called, his arms waving wildly.

Beomgyu looked up from his shoes, his face blushing in surprise, and deepening in embarrassment when he noticed the amount of students staring at him. He could tell they were begging him to get his friend to shut up, so he quickly went over to the table Kai and Yeonjun occupied, before plopping down.

“Yes, Kai. I’m here, hello. Please stop yelling in the library…”

Kai beamed at Beomgyu, blissfully unaware of the scene he caused.

“Hiya Beom! Jun and I were just talking about this manga that came out not too long ago, see he’s got the book? Anyway, it’s really good, it’s about-” Kai began his rant from the beginning, overwhelming Beomgyu immediately. He peeked down at the work in front of Kai, before looking over to Yeonjun.

“Math?” he whispered to his older friend.

Yeonjun nodded halfheartedly, and whispered back “You know how it is.”

Beomgyu looked back to Kai, who was still rambling on a mile a minute. He tried to keep up with Kai’s fast speech, or at least, he tried to pretend like he was keeping up, nodding along here and there, giving an occasional ‘uh huh’ or a ‘yep.’

Yeonjun looked at his two friends, smiling softly to himself, before going back to his book. He couldn’t deny it, it was a pretty good manga after all. He kept reading while Beomgyu had eventually gotten Kai to refocus on his work, only by promising to help him the entire time (mainly an excuse to do his own homework, since they had the same teacher; not that that bothered Kai at all.) They sat together until the bell for lunch rang, and the three got packed up and walked to the lunchroom together.

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The trio from the library walked into the busy, loud lunchroom. Yeonjun and Kai made their way over to the lunch line, where Soobin and Taehyun were already standing. Beomgyu, on the other hand, went over to the group’s usual table before another bully could find him standing alone. Usually, he’d wait for Soobin or Yeonjun to go with him, but he was too hungry to wait for them to settle down. He sat down, pulled his lunch out of his bag, and started munching on his sandwich, his mind dozing off as he ate. Soobin, Yeonjun, and Kai all sat on the opposite side of the table, while Taehyun sat next to Beomgyu.

They chatted about their morning classes, and about Taehyun’s time stopping ‘adventure’ (which was quite funny once Yeonjun realized that that was why he was stuck in the bathroom. The group babbled on like a normal group of teens, until a kid snuck his way behind Beomgyu, a tray of food in his hands. The kid dumped his food over Beomgyu, laughing heartily as he walked away. Yeonjun's hands immediately began to sizzle against the table as he moved to stand, but Soobin caught him and shook his head.

'No burning bullies into a crisp.'

Yeonjun grumbled under his breath, moving his hands under the table. His fire magic left two hand-shaped burns in the wood, and Soobin slid Yeonjun’s lunch tray over the damaged material to hide it.

Taehyun helped Beomgyu clean his hair as much as possible, offering to go to the bathroom with him to clean up, and maybe find a shirt in his locker. Kai, the usually bouncy personality, sat completely still, his eyes locked on the asshat that spilled food over his friend.

Kai watched the kid walk around a bit before going to the water fountain near the doors to the lunchroom. Kai watched as he drank water, his hands clenched. Kai focused on the pipes under the fountain, his eyebrows scrunching. He pent up his energy before letting it loose, and the fountain shot water up at the bully, soaking him almost completely and knocking him to the ground. The entire lunchroom whipped around to face him, some staring in shock; most laughing their heads off. The group watched as the kid grumbled to himself and quickly walked out of the cafeteria.

Yeonjun leaned over the table to look past Soobin, giving him a happy look. Soobin and Beomgyu, on the other hand, both whipped their heads over to the youngest of the group, distaste on their features.

“Kai!!” They both whisper-yelled at their youngest friend.

Kai shrugged his shoulders in response, his hands going up with them, and one of his eyebrows raised up in a confused expression. “What?”

Beomgyu huffed at him, choosing to get up and clean himself off before his next class, Taehyun following behind him. Soobin, on the other hand, couldn’t let it slide.

He watched Beomgyu and Taehyun leave, then whipped his head to face Kai, who froze in his spot. “Kai Kamal Huening!” Soobin glared at his youngest friend. “What do you think you’re doing?!”

Kai pouted in response, slouching his shoulders to make himself smaller. “That guy threw his food on Beomgyu. I just thought that-”

“No, no you didn’t think! Did you not hear me earlier?” he cut Kai off, exasperated for having to have this conversation for the second time in one day. He lowered his voice to a whisper and said, “I’ve had this conversation with all of you already. We can’t risk getting caught. We don’t know what anyone would do to us if they found out.”

Kai visibly deflated, showing Soobin that, yes, he did know better, but he still wanted to argue his point. Kai opened his mouth to say something, but Yeonjun jumped in.

“Bin, you know he was just looking out for Beom, he won’t do it again,” he turned to Kai, “isn’t that right?”

Kai smiled at Yeonjun in gratitude, glad his oldest friend decided to take his side. “Yeah, right!” He turned back to Soobin, his eyes glittering, his head quickly bobbing up and down; seemingly already leaving the scolding behind. “I won’t do it again Binnie!! Promise!”

#normality of the unknown #notu #writing #fanfiction #tomorrow x together #txt #bighit txt #fanfic #txt au

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xxjayjabbersxx · 5 years ago

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kamal x reader first date and/or first kiss???? thank u im soft

This was a lot of fun to work on! For right now I just focused on First date, but if I find time among all the other requests, a chapter two might find its way to creation ;3c Enjoy!

Rating: General

Kamal had always been a nervous person. He was constantly worried about… well anything, and was cautious all the time. So when he had asked you out on a date, and you had said yes… well he just slowly devolved into a ball of nerves and anxiety. Why had he done that? He liked you a whole lot, of course, but this was going to go wrong. It was him! How was he supposed to pull off a date for someone as amazing as you?

Staying simple, that’s how he figured he could make this work. Nothing too crazy that had a good chance of going completely, terribly, wrong. What was simple but nice? A picnic? No, what if the food he packed was bad, or he picked a terribly sunny spot, or there were bugs everywhere? No, that wouldn’t work. A nice restaurant? Oh god no, too much pressure for a first date, and what if he picked a place where you didn’t like anything?

After shooting down about fifty more ideas, Kamal finally settled on something he thought could work. He invited you over to his apartment. Once you were there, he’d ask if you wanted to watch a movie, and then he would ask if you wanted to just, order food in. Relaxed, easy, and there would be no way he could mess up food since he wasn’t cooking, and he would be able to give you the choice in what you guys ordered so that he couldn’t choose wrong. It was perfect.

When Kamal told you that he wanted you to come over to his place for your date, you were a little surprised, but please nonetheless. You got yourself ready, wearing something nice but not fancy. You checked your hair in the mirror one last time before heading out the door.

His apartment complex was easy enough to find, and there was a parking spot right on the street. You straightened out your top one last time before making your way up to his apartment. You took a deep breath to ready yourself and then knocked on the door. From behind the door you heard a sudden scrambling, an ‘oh jeez!’ Followed by the sound of clattering on the floor. You tried to peak in the small window to the side of the door but the blinds were drawn shut.

A moment later the door swung open and Kamal stood in the doorway, a nervous smile on his face. “H-hey y/n.” He greeted. “You look, uh great, you’re early? Uh-“ He was stammering like crazy then realized he was blocking the entryway. Sheepishly he moved off to the side motioning for you to enter. “Welcome to my apartment, it’s not much but, uhm, yeah…” once you were inside he shut the door behind you.

You looked around in fascination at the small apartment. It looked like the front door lead right into a living room with an open kitchen attached. Then to the left were the only other two doors in the apartment, which you assumed were the bathroom and the bedroom. It was a small apartment but it was nice. He kept it plain, a picture or two on the wall, one or two little figures on the shelves and counters.

“This is a nice little place Kamal.” You smiled warmly. You turned your head to look at Kamal, who seemed to just be looking at you with awe and adoration. The sound of his name paired with you looking at him snapped him out of his reverie and he shook his head slightly, a blush crawling over his cheeks.

“Oh, haaa, thanks.” He said rubbing the back of his neck. “H-here, take a seat.” he motions towards the couch. “Can I, uh, get you anything to drink?” He asks walking towards the fridge. As you take a seat you notice it’s a surprisingly plush couch, and you sink into it.

“Just a water.” You say, and he nods, grabbing two cups and getting some water for the both of you. He makes his way over to the couch and sits. You notice he tries not to sit too close, his side up against the arm of the chair as he places the cups down on the coffee table. You giggle softly at this fact before scooching yourself closer to him, your knee brushing against his. Kamal’s eyes go wide and his face turns bright red as he feels you brush up against him, and he tries to stammer out some words, and you just laugh. Not at him though, just, laugh about how cute he is.

“You alright Kamal?” You ask as your laughter begins to die down.

“F-fine? Uh, great, I’m wonderful!” he manages to rush the words out. You smile fondly at Kamal, and he just can’t seem to get the red off his face. “Why don’t we- I mean do you want to, uh-” He kept struggling with how he wanted to word his sentence. “Do you like movies?” He finally settled on.

“I love movies.” You place a calming hand on top of his own. Oh, you hadn’t even noticed he had started shaking. “Kamal, it’s alright, I’m already having a wonderful time.” You reassure him.

“Really?” He asks, relief seeming to finally settle over him a bit as his shoulders relax, and his nervous stammering calms down. “I’m.. glad, I’m real glad to hear that, I was, uh, well, a little nervous about all this…” He admits.

“A little?” You chuckle, grinning.

“… Okay maybe a lot nervous what of it?” He mumbles.

“Oh, nothing, I think it’s cute actually.” He turns his head away, maybe so you can’t see him turn read again.

“So what kind of movies do you like?” He asked hurriedly. You just continued to smile, but decided to have mercy. You let him know what movies you enjoy, and eventually you both decide on one together. Now that you’re just chatting, Kamal seems to have calmed down a lot, and is finally just enjoying your presence. As Kamal got the movie ready he asked you about food, and it didn’t take long before the two of you were settled on the couch, movie started and food on its way.

#smile for me #kamal bora #kamal x reader #self insert #request #first date #anon

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mydisenchantedeulogy · 5 years ago

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Love Killer (Chapter 3) Without Consent (Jadal | Judar)

Asha rested her cheek against her fist and peered around the banquet hall without interest. Her mind was on the verge of insanity, resolving to drown out the overused topics of war and grandeur as she dined quietly without drawing attention to herself. She thought briefly of the concept of falling in love and even laughed at herself before Kamal's voice called out her name. "My sister A'isha will be honored to be a guest of the royal family, won't she?"

"Pardon me." Her startled voice brought the attention of the entire hall to herself. Her face became hot, realizing that she had not heard the conversation leading to the question her brother was asking. Her eyes begged him to continue.

He sighed and repeated himself, "I have spoken with Lord Kouen over the issue of our homestead and he has agreed to allow you residence at the palace under his care while you study magic."

"I am to do what?" Asha raised a brow. "And why was I not brought up to speed about this beforehand?"

"Because it did not concern you up until now," he answered in all conscience.

Asha clamped together her jaw to repress a hiss. Her mind was still trying to piece together the mixed-up mess of information Kamal had given to her. She huffed a sigh. "I don't understand."

It was Kouen's voice who spoke in his place. "This conversation has become quite repetitive so quickly explain the situation once again, old friend." His dark and ill-disposed eyes flicked to her. "Should she choose to listen now."

Kamal gave a chuckle. "It seems I have no choice."

"Apparently so," Asha agreed weakly. "Please enlighten me then." She waited irritably for his response.

Kamal rested his jaw on the top of his fingers and repeated himself once again, “As I just explained, before our departure father presented an urgent commission to me other than seeing to the safe delivery of merchandise over the crossing. He asked that I take you to Rakushou and before the Emperor inquire the aid of their High Priest to train you in magic.”

Asha blinked and rested her hands in her lap. Is he serious? She doubted his words but Kamal neither smiled or became red in the cheeks as he usually did when he told a lie. Her head felt light. “This is no joke, is it?”

Her brother shook his head, swinging dark ringlets of hair into his eyes. “I’m afraid not.”

“This is absurd.” She dug her fingers into the beautiful, silk fabric of the kimono she was lent and directed a glare to the self-centered Magi across the table from her.

“Don’t look at me. It wasn’t my idea.” He poked at his food without interest and brought a piece of highly spiced eel meat to his nose to smell it, casting it aside in disgust. “Besides, it’s not like I have much of a choice. I’ve got nothing better to do.”

“You are a liar,” she accused.

Judal flashed her a wounded look. “That hurts Asha. I thought you’d be pleased to hear that I am soon to be your magic teacher.”

“I’m overjoyed,” she hissed. “But could you not have told me earlier about this?”

“I would have, had you not thrown wine in my face.” He taunted her with a cheeky smile. “Such a rude way to greet someone who agreed to help you.”

Kamal shot her a glare. “I apologize on behalf of my sister, Judal-sama. She has obviously overlooked her good manners.”

Judal waved a dismissive hand to him. “No need. I just hope we can still be friends.”

Asha was peeved. She stood and slammed her hands down on the table, throwing to him a heated glare. “Shut your damn mouth. I’m tired of hearing it.”

Kouha was in fits. He licked his lips and nudged the Magi setting beside him. “Such a nasty look.” His eyes twinkled. “Like she wants to rip out your insides and ram them down your throat.”

Koumei grunted in disapproval, “Not while we are eating Kouha.”

The young prince tossed his eyes into the air, and for a second brought a smile to the face of Asha. He was too cute. Forlornly, her cheerful demeanor disappeared when at last Kamal decided to speak.

“This is no joke A'isha,” he hissed. “I am disappointed in the disorder you have turned this evening into.”

Asha frowned and apologized quietly, reclaiming her seat between Kougyoku and another of the princesses. It took a great length to upset her brother; a rare feat Asha admitted to only seeing once when they were children and in her opinion was enough to scare her into heeding his advice. However, Judal was certainly testing her patience.

He leaned to the side and whispered to Kouha inciting a laugh from him. The young prince mocked him and snapped his wrist to and fro like a whip. Asha took it as an indication that Judal thought she was obedient and stuck her tongue out at him. Her brother’s angry voice startled her.

“That is enough A'isha.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “If we may be excused my Lord. I would like to speak with my sister in private.”

Kouen laughed and gave a nod. “By all means.” He fondled his goatee and flicked his eyes to Asha as she shied away from her brother’s angry glare, giving her a smile. Kamal was a scary man if provoked but soft hearted when it came to Asha. She was never in any real trouble, and with that in mind, Kouen went back to eating his dinner and ignored his old drinking companion as he stood and motioned for his sister to follow.

Asha rose up and walked with him from the dining hall looping her arms beneath her chest as she followed him into the corridor. As the doors closed behind them and he was certain no one would hear he gave a whole-hearted laugh.

“When did you get to be so damn high-spirited?”

Asha forced a smile. “I learned from watching you. I hope you are not angry with me.”

“I’m not,” he admitted. “But I’d appreciate if from now on you would bite your tongue in the company of Kouen. Judal-sama is rather vexing at times, I know but Kouen will not stand for disorder of any kind.”

He huffed a sigh and added, “It took a lot of ass-kissing to get you here, so be careful and watch the surges of anger, deal kiddo?”

Asha gave a brief nod and absorbed her attention on drawing patterns on the plain, white marble beneath her feet. She hadn’t overlooked the situation she was tossed carelessly into, but rather tried to ignore it a little longer. Her brother however, could tell that something was on her mind and knew just what.

“Father wants to merge our homestead with the Kou Empire.” He gave her a sad smile. “I had no intention on telling you any of this but we are family after all."

Her eyes met his. "I see now. I had a feeling something like this would eventually happen."

Kamal gave a nod. "I am afraid so. The country we live in is falling apart and father can no longer hold it all together. Even with the exchange of illegal goods he has no choice but to ask help from the Emperor."

"There has to be another way." Asha clenched her fists. "Father can relinquish his title to another or turn Al-Hala into a republic with no inequality. He doesn't have to do this."

Kamal laughed, "True you are, but father has his reasons. He knew that you would have said no anyhow."

"Of course I would have," she agreed.

Kamal gave a deep laugh and patted her head. Forlornly she forced a smile but her mind was still uneasy.

"Is there something else on your mind?"

"Of all the people he could have asked to train me, why Judal?" She chewed at her jaw. "Could I not have just been sent to the magic school instead?"

Kamal had to laugh at this. He was under the suspicion that Judal was behind her lack of attention as of late. His sister did not like the Magi at all and so he chose to be delicate in regards to the situation. "Judal-sama is a Magi. I know neither of you like the other, but the rukh favors him and he well succeeds the magicians of Magnostadt. We are out of time and in less than a year father believes the country will become a part of Al-Maqabir."

Al-Maqabir? The graves. It was a country to the west of the Moon city. A barren wasteland of thieves and murderers. From what Asha knew about it, the chieftain was a demon of a man who sought to take the Oasis trading towns from Al-Hala, and in the past even tried to take the city itself. But with the Kou Empire as an ally, a repeat in history just was not possible, or so Asha expected. If her father was concerned with the well-being of the city, then Asha was too.

She resolved that her being here was a part of a bigger plan to secure her homestead and so the fate of her family, of her people were left to the choices she made while in the Empire.

"I suppose I have no choice but to agree for the sake of our homestead." Asha huffed a sigh. Her brow raised at the cheeky expression on his face. "What is so funny?"

Kamal scratched at his short, brown hair. "Who knows, maybe the High Priest and you will learn to tolerate each other."

Asha scoffed at this. "Fat chance and don't expect me to try either."

He laughed, "Of course not, but trust in me this once. I am certain the High Priest can teach you magic in less than a year."

"How certain are you?"

"Very certain, but only if you try." He patted her head and moved to leave. "I believe in you Asha. A black sheep of Al-Kilani you may be, but a warrior no less."

"I hope you are right." Asha watched him walk through the doors of the banquet hall and leaned against the wall with a sigh.

In the morning of the next day Kamal returned home to the Moon city. Asha spent the next few weeks racing to collect her personal belongings in preparation for her stay. Not knowing when she would return home was a pain, but she set her mind to studying the basics of magic in order to rush her training. And with the consent of Kouen on using his private library, Asha was able to learn enough on manipulating and conserving magoi that by the time she joined Kouha and Hakuryuu the next day to spar she was certain that she could hold her own.

On the other hand, a novice magician she still was and not once during her stay had Judal offered to teach her anything. In fact, Asha was beginning to think he had resolved to let her fail. She didn't mind either way, but the fate of her family still weighed heavy on her mind. For their sake she would swallow her pride and ask him. But she would not beg.

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