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siravalondulac · 15 days ago

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little left of fame and splendour | j. snow x fem!oc

summary: jon gets ditched on valentine's day and a woman he has never seen before suddenly pretends to be his date. problem one: she's really hot. problem two: she's the president's daughter. problem three: she is definitely flirting with him.

contents: modern au, valentine's day, minor jon/ygritte (negative, nor for ygritte fans), smut (oral (m and f receiving))

words: 5.712

author's note: title from a song i won't tell you bc it's embarrassing. also this was supposed to be a 500 word smut fest wtf happened

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Seconds pass, then minutes, then an hour. The pitiful stares drill into his flesh, chip away at his skin. He emptied the glass of wine long ago, and is now ripping at the table cover, separating the carefully embroidered fabric in a way that will likely end with an extra charge on his tab.

Jon knows this was a bad idea. His and Ygritte's relationship has been in a downward spiral for months now, even if neither of them has ever admitted to it. Missed calls, ignored texts, cancelled meetups. He doesn't remember why he thought a fancy date at one of the most expensive restaurants in King's Landing would be a good idea. If his girlfriend hasn't shown up to anything he organised since New Year's, why would this be any different?

So here he was. Stood up. On Valentine's Day.

He put aside money for this he should have spent on paying his bills. He bought a new button-up. He cut his hair. He bought her a gift. And what for? The greatest embarrassment of his life.

He wants the earth to open up and swallow him whole. The waiter has been sending him glances for twenty minutes now - seemingly only waiting for him to raise his hand, pay, and open up the table for a more deserving patron. Someone who doesn't pull down the mood of the entire room.

Jon glowers at the empty plate before him.

He loves Ygritte. He does, truly. She is his first girlfriend, and he doesn't want to lose her like this. And she seemingly feels the same, otherwise she would have broken up with him long ago.

Would she have? While, yes, Ygritte was the one to initiate their relationship, their first kiss, their first time having sex, she has never bothered with the small things. Or the romantic ones. Or the uncomfortable. That has always been him.

(And then she would get annoyed for bringing up how unhappy he was with certain behaviour of hers.)

He jumps up from his chair - admittedly not quite knowing himself what his plan is - and promptly crashes into another person, almost toppling them to the ground.

“I'm s-”

“Oh my gods, I am so sorry!”

He manages to bring a bit of distance between himself and the woman. But before he has any time to register who exactly she is, she starts talking again.

“I am so sorry. This day cannot become any more of a disaster for us, can it? First I leave you sitting here on your own for an eternity, and then I almost throw you into this wonderfully decorated table.”

She talks so loudly and turbulently he has trouble processing her words.

“I should have called you to let you know I would be late, but my cat vomited up blood, can you believe it, and I had to bring her to an emergency clinic. Luckily Helena - you met her before, she was the one in neon pink at Halloween - was there and took care of her. She- My cat is now staying overnight at the clinic. I sped here as quickly as I could after realising what time it is.”

Jon is insanely confused. At the woman, her weird story, and that she seemingly thinks he is her date.

“I know this will take ages to make up to you, but let me start by paying the bill tonight, okay? I know this whole date was your idea, but I already feel so awful for making you endure this on Valentine's Day, this is the least I can do.”

Whoever this woman is, she apparently never has to take a breath when talking.

He clears his throat. “I think you confu-”

“Let us sit down, baby. Then we can talk about everything.”

She lets her hands run over his shoulders and chest, pulling lightly at his shirt, probably to straighten out any creases that have accumulated. Then she gently pushes him towards his chair, and gracefully sits down in the seat opposite him.

And finally, he gets a proper look at her.

Simply describing her appearance - white skin, blue eyes, blonde hair - would indicate she looks like Val, one of Ygritte's friends, but that could not be further from the truth. This woman's face is full of sharp and defined edges, with nary a blemish or inconsistency in sight, yet with a smile on her lips so warm it could melt ice. Her hair is more golden than blonde, and falls in messy curls over her shoulders and down her back. And she wears vibrant green, glittering eyeshadow, fanning out like wings towards the side, which is something Val would never be caught wearing.

She lays her black jacket over the back of her chair, revealing the bright white blouse underneath. Three buttons are open, letting him catch a glimpse of her red bra.

He clears his throat, shifts in his chair.

“I don't know who you think I am but-”

She leans forward and grabs his hand, starting to gently trace his knuckles the way a lover might.

(And the way Ygritte never had.)

“Look,” she says with a lowered voice. “I saw you from the back and I… I wanted to save you from the embarrassment of being the guy that has his date ditch on him on Valentine's Day. If you do not want to, I will leave right away.”

That would be even more embarrassing, he decides.

He doesn't want to cheat on Ygritte - and she will see even a simple dinner with another woman as cheating - but she left him here. Abandoned him.

“And…” The woman grins. “I did mean it when I said I would pay. So you can see this dinner as emotional compensation, for being stood up.”

Jon's gaze moves to the restaurant’s menu for a moment. “I- I don't want to, uh, force you to spend so much money on a stranger.”

She laughs - a sound that reverberates in his chest and makes his heart beat faster. “Don't worry, I need to burn my grandfather’s money anyways. This seems like a good way.”

Her proposition is tempting, and her cold fingers on his sweaty hand even manage to calm his rage somewhat. But still… Having dinner with a mystery woman on Valentine’s-

What the hell, why not? He never allows himself to have fun anyways, he deserves this. This one, singular night, away from his friends and family and thoughts of rent and dishes and his eerily empty bank account. None of this will matter anyways.

“Yeah,” he manages to breathe out. “You can stay.”

“Wonderful. I’m Cerelle, by the way.”

“Jon.”

“Nice to meet you, Jon.” Her smile takes his breath away, and he knows he will be alright.

Cerelle has a charm to her, one that comes easy and naturally, and effortlessly captivates each of his senses. She is not flirting with him - he thinks - but it would not take much. Just another touch here, a compliment there, and any man within a thirty metre radius would be begging at her knees.

He realises he is staring, and quickly lowers his gaze.

“Have you picked something out yet?”

His hands find the menu, black leather with cursive, golden lettering on the front, and open it to a random page.

“Uh…” He pretends to read the options, as if he hadn’t had them memorised already fifteen minutes after arriving. “I was going to choose the pasta.”

What a strange place, one that only offered six main courses.

“Really?” she says. “Seems kinda dull for this restaurant.”

“It's the cheapest option,” he answers quietly.

She doesn't respond, and he almost fears she's about to laugh at him. Yet instead, she calmly says, “If you truly want to, you can of course take the pasta. But remember, Jon - I’m paying. And I do not care about some little numbers. Choose the food you want, not the price.”

Eventually, she waves over the waiter, orders her drink and food - an appetizer and a side, the only vegan options, he notes - smiles prettily, says please and thank you, and hands the waiter her menu without being asked like a proper lady.

Jon stumbles over his words, yet manages to order a water and a chicken dish - only the second most expensive item on the menu. He had almost ordered the steak, morbidly curious as to why a piece of meat costs this much - yet did not want to put that kind of burden on Cerelle. Despite what she told him.

After the waiter leaves, she leans forward again and askes, “So, Jon… Tell me something about yourself.”

She draws out his name, and he realises for the first time how comparatively deep her voice sounds.

“Uh-” He plays with one of the buttons on his shirt, hands hidden from her view. “I recently started a new job in a car repair shop. It doesn't really pay much and I think the people there don't like me, but the hours are okay. And for someone without a degree or something, I shouldn't be expecting more.”

“Is there something you'd like to do instead?”

“I'm not sure.” He gnaws at his lip, then realises this is probably not appropriate for a fancy place like this. “I mean, I always wanted to join the police, or the military if that doesn't work.”

“Aw, don't do that. You'd be wasted there.”

“What do you do with your time?” he quickly says.

“Well, when I'm not forced to work for my grandfather, I study law, volunteer at an animal shelter, hang out with my friends, attend my family's fancy dinners, and generally make my mother miserable simply by living the way I do.”

Her eyes sparkle as she laughs, and he desperately wishes the people around them would shut up - or better yet, disappear. But that would mean he likes her company, and prefers it over that of his girlfriend, and he cannot allow himself such a thought.

Instead, he ponders over her words.

“You mentioned your grandfather before,” he says eventually. “Is he, like, a CEO or something, or why does he have so much influence over you?”

Cerelle presses her lips together and averts her eyes for the first time this evening. He wishes he had kept his mouth shut - she will get mad at him for asking, or simply leave, or-

“Uh…” She stammers, for the first time since he met her. Then she looks around them, at the people eating or talking or gazing lovingly at each other across the tables.

Seemingly having decided something, her fingers draw her phone out of her pocket, quickly tap something on the screen, before laying it on the table and sliding it over to him. Her gaze flutters across the other patrons one more time.

Jon looks down on the screen before him, and his eyebrows shoot upwards.

Open before him is the Wikipedia page of Tywin Lannister. The richest man in the world, owner of a million companies, and the father-in-law of Westeros’ current president. Which means…

He looks up at Cerelle.

Politics are not truly something he has the time to show huge interest in, and so most of the developments in the country pass right by him. But if he thinks really thoroughly… He thinks he might have seen her before. Or heard her name.

“If he is your grandfather, does that mean your father is-”

“Yes,” she quickly interrupts him, and takes back her phone. “What a fun family, huh?” She cocks her head. “Honestly, I was surprised you didn't recognise me the moment I walked in.”

Talking to Cerelle is… comforting. She easily guides the conversation, never making him feel awkward when he cannot find the correct words, never laughs when he stumbles over an answer, and always moves on quickly when she realises a topic makes him nervous.

Her face lights up like the sun whenever she talks about a passion of hers, the green fairy wings around her eyes seemingly moving as if touched by a light breeze. She plays with a golden ring on her finger and taps against the table or her intricately chiseled glass, one so delicate he fears it might burst if he even looked at it.

She looked less like a president's daughter and more like a princess.

Fuck, he is having dinner with the president's daughter. Not just any random woman having pity with him, but the child of one of the most powerful men in the country.

What does she have to gain from this? Some people around them will certainly recognise her, so does she hope they spread this story so she will look good? No one can possibly assume she is truly his date.

He doesn't ask her, and she doesn't bring up the woman whose place she has taken.

What they do share with the other are stories of how they grew up, hobbies they had and no longer partake in, places they want to see. And through none of it all, he would have been able to tell who her family truly is.

They eat, they laugh, he almost forgets what led them here in the first place. That she isn't actually his date.

(He allows himself these moments, when he blushes at her remarks, when it almost seems like she is flirting with him.)

Their dinner is finished far too soon, and yet, not early enough. She does not blink when the waiter tells her the total, merely taking out a colourful credit card and adding on an insane tip. They dress in silence, she says goodbye to the staff, and they walk out onto the street.

“Thank you for the dinner, I really enjoyed it,” she says, but he barely pays attention.

Because he just received a notification on his phone. An innocent little message that reads nothing more than:

Sorry, couldn't make it today.

He stares at the letters, then opens the message to see if he's missed something. No. Nothing. The words stay the same, the name at the top stays the same.

Then comes another.

Tormund's birthday's on sunday, see you there.

Jon tries to not make brash decisions, tries to be calm and cold and reasonable, tries to be strong. But in that moment something takes hold of him. He has the message typed and sent before he can truly register what he is doing.

We are over.

He quickly shuts off his phone and hides it in his pocket.

“Are you alright?”

Cerelle's voice pierces through to him and rips him out of a spiral of misery. He stares at her, her padded black jacket, the wild curls, the motorcycle helmet she holds in one hand.

“Y-Yeah.” He takes a deep breath. “I think so.”

“Do you live close by or should I give you a ride?”

Sat on a motorcycle behind Cerelle after he has just broken up with his girlfriend-

Seven hells. He just broke up with his girlfriend. Over text. Like a complete loser.

On Valentine's Day, no less.

This day could truly become no more of a disaster.

He remembers Cerelle's question and quickly answers, “It's alright. I just have to take a train and two buses, you don't have to inconvenience yourself any more for me.”

Her eyes widen and she lets out a slight chuckle. “Where do you live that your journey home takes this long?”

“Just- At the northern edge of Flea Bottom. It's not as bad as it sounds,” he hastily adds. “It's cheap, and if you know which parts to avoid you never run into any trouble.”

“And you still want to take public transport? It's past eleven.”

True. But even looking into her star-flecked, haunting blue eyes makes him want to turn around and run the other way. Her suggestion could only lead to chaos, and to bad decisions.

“You probably have better things to do.”

“If I were I would not have spent the evening with you.” She walks to a black motorcycle and takes out another helmet. “So? I promise I want to do this.”

He should say no. Who was he to accept a ride from the president's daughter? He was already sure to end up in twenty tabloids by tomorrow morning, no need to add fuel to the fire.

But he didn't have a girlfriend anymore. He was already broke as fuck, he had no reputation to his name, nothing to ruin, no life that could be destroyed. Either by the press, or her parents. He could enjoy this night. Indulge in it, in her, and forget about all of it in the morning.

So he takes the helmet, says nothing but his address, and even just the smile she gives him is worth all the risks he takes.

She quickly explains the rules of riding on a motorcycle as she dons her helmet and gets on, then nods for him to climb on behind her.

He is flushed tight against her back, and even through the thick layers of clothing they both wear he feels the heat radiating off her, seeping into his skin, his mind. His hips are pressed against her ass, and he tries to move them away, to spare her the embarrassment, but he can't. And then she looks back at him, her eyes glinting with an emotion he can’t quite place, and says, “Ready, pretty boy?”

And he can’t focus on anything but nodding at her words, flushing scarlet red beneath his helmet, and tightening his grip around her waist as they set off.

She drives well, he notes as they make their way through the still busy streets of King's Landing. He never once feels unsafe, never once entertains the possibility of them crashing into the Blackwater.

It all lulls him into a false sense of security. He thinks she won't mind, that she will be able to keep control of their drive, and so he tries to adjust his hips once more.

He fails, yet again. But what previously only led to a small twitch in his dick now results in his pants becoming uncomfortably tight. And - he has to be imagining it, because there is simply no way - her hips even roll back against his.

Why did he agree to this?

He hopes she doesn't notice, that she is too focused on the road to realise something poking into her back, but then she moves again, and Jon thinks she has to be taunting him. Would likely laugh at him as soon as they arrived.

They do, not soon after, but she does nothing of the sort. He gets off, hands her back her helmet, and she takes off hers as well.

Barely a single street lamp functions in his street, but he still sees her blue eyes, clear as the day, beautiful, motives indiscernible.

“Thank you,” he says. “For the ride. And the dinner. And saving me.”

“I really enjoyed your company, Jon. We should repeat this some time.”

He knows what he should do - go inside, lay down on his bed, and forget about those thoughts haunting him in the moment. Indecent thoughts. Ones he should never think about someone like her.

Yet even despite everything inside him screaming to let it go, leave her and never return, he says, “You could come upstairs, and we can repeat it right now.”

Her eyebrows raise almost unnoticeably, but then a smile spreads on her lips. “Are you sure?”

She knows what he wants, he realises. Has likely done something similar a dozen times before. He is not special to her, he is only one in a long list of forgotten flings.

But he doesn't care right now. His entire life has been put on its head recently, the least he can do is indulge in this one simple thing. It won't matter by morning, and perhaps that is a good thing.

“Yes, I am sure.”

She follows him up the creaking stairs and waits patiently as he struggles with the keys. Then they enter, he closes the door, and smashes his lips onto hers.

Jon is grateful she does not push him away, but is caught off guard by how fiercely she kisses him back. Tongue and teeth and lips, and then she buries her fingers in his hair, tugging on his locks, and he moans just from that. He feels her smile, and before he knows what is happening, his back hits the door behind him.

He loses his breath in the kiss, his mind, his sanity. Her hands roam across his body, which is finally freed of his coat. They press and tug and pet, and he is so unbelievably hard.

His fingers struggle with the zipper of her jacket, but then it's off and he paws at her chest, slipping a hand past the opening of her blouse, tracing her skin and the edges of her bra.

She leans further into his touch, and starts grinding over his dick, already hard and straining against his tight pants. And that feeling, her pressed up so close to his body, her tongue exploring his mouth, and her hands eliciting all kinds of noises from him, leads him to do something very stupid.

He grabs Cerelle's blouse, and rips it open.

Regret washes over him immediately, especially when their kiss is broken and he only hears her quiet pants across from him. He is about to apologise, to try and salvage whatever he can of the situation, when he hears a laugh.

“Won't you even offer me something to drink first?”

Her voice is hoarse, and even deeper than before. Seductive is the only word he finds to describe it, and it leads him to wonder if she even had been flirting with him at the restaurant if this is what she sounds like now.

He stammers, a fog having settled on his mind that makes it really difficult to string together coherent sentences. Cerelle's fingers tracing his pulse point does not improve his situation.

Eventually, he does bring out something that vaguely sounds like, “Do you want something to drink?”

She chuckles, and says with a voice even lower and quieter than before, “I think there is something I'd much rather want.”

Faster than he can react, than he can even comprehend what's happening, she has dropped to her knees, removed his belt, freed his rock-hard dick from his pants, taken him to the base, and sucked. Hard.

He almost comes right then and there. Why he doesn't, he cannot say.

“F- Fuck-”

The moan he lets out can likely be heard three blocks down, and the sound of his head crashing against the door behind him probably reverberating around the entire house.

“Relax,” she whispers, now gently mouthing along his dick as her hand encircles his base. “Don't you want to make this last?”

“How-” He moans as her hand starts moving, and rocks his hips into her fist. “How can you expect me to relax when you do-” Another moan. “That?”

“Oh, you mean something like this?”

She presses her thumb against his tip and lets her tongue run along a vein at the bottom, and he wants to curse her to the seven hells.

“Y- Yeah.”

She chuckles, the sound almost vibrating against his dick. “You're cute when you're like that. All breathless and whiny and helpless. Relax. I want to make you feel good.”

Her mouth is warm and inviting, fitting perfectly around his length. She moves up and down in a never-changing rhythm, humming and sucking and pressing her tongue to his tip and underside and everywhere else she can reach.

He keeps his hips flush against the door as well as he can. Even if everything inside him screams to rock them forward, further into the warm embrace around his dick, he does not want to risk hurting Cerelle.

She moves off him, his spit-covered length hitting the cold air and making him hiss.

“Sorry, I need to catch my breath.” Her fist replaces her mouth, moving lazily up and down his dick. “You’re really big.”

“You don't have to, ah, stroke my ego. My girlfriend-” He stops, considers what he just said, yet does not allow himself to stray too far. “My- My ex, she always said I am below average.”

“Liar.” She nuzzles against his dick again, and interlaces the fingers of her free hand with his. “You are perfect. Anything bigger and it would hurt.”

He tries to think about her words, but then she suddenly sucks on his balls - gods help him - and he is once again lost within her.

She speeds up her ministrations, almost as if she has something to prove now, and he doesn’t mind. He cannot think, only feel. Her mouth, her hands, just her. Only her.

Somewhere during all this, he has started lightly thrusting into her, but she says nothing about it, only takes him deeper (if that is even possible).

He feels his release approaching, the one that has been near him for so long now, feels the telltale signs, the warnings. He tries to push Cerelle off, not willing to defile her like this, but she refuses to let him.

Instead, she takes him to the base once more, swallows, and he is done for.

His moan echoes in the small room as his release hits him so hard his vision goes white for a moment. He spends down Cerelle's throat, and she swallows everything he gives her without protest, without pause, without disgust.

He almost falls to his knees, but then she is there and catches him, pressing her lips to his forehead and mumbling quietly against it.

“You did so well.”

He trembles in her arms, and she refuses to let go of him, keeping him tight against her until he manages to stand on his own again.

“Was this your first blowjob?”

All he can do is nod, and she smiles against his temple, his cheek, his lips.

“Thank you for allowing me to do this.”

And then he kisses her again, tasting himself on her tongue, trying to convey to her every one of these insane emotions running wild inside his head.

When he picks her up she wraps her legs around his waist and lets herself be carried by him. A few steps later he bumps into his bed and lays her down on it, and even then they never break their kiss, pressing the other so close they might soon become one.

He stretches out his hand to the side, fumbles shortly as he tries to find the switch.

“Stupid-”

The lamp on his nightstand has not shined at full power for weeks now, but it is enough to see her.

Cerelle lies beneath him. Lips red and swollen, chest heaving with every breath, green fairy wings untouched and sparkling in the low light. He decides she is the most beautiful woman he'll ever see.

Their mouths meet again, and they start to tear at each other's clothing, though Cerelle takes much more care unbuttoning his shirt than he did with hers. Once it is off she lets her hands roam across his chest, and he whines into her mouth. Yet as they reach his lower stomach, he takes them in his.

She has done so much for him tonight already, he cannot allow her to do more. He has to show his gratitude, do something for her in return. Make her time with him be worth it.

He gently directs her hands to lay on the mattress as he descends. First kissing and sucking her jaw and throat, ensuring she would remember him tomorrow, then trailing his mouth down, tracing the edges of her red bralette, before reaching to her back, undoing the clasp, and latching onto her freed nipples.

She arches into him, her moans far quieter and restrained than his. Her breasts are small, but he does not mind, nor does he attempt to give her grievance about it. His fingers work at the nipple he is not currently lathering with kisses, before he switches. Again and again.

Then, once he considers his work there to suffice, he lets his mouth trace the hard lines of her stomach as his hands make quick work of her pants and underwear, casting them to the side.

He wants to take his time with her cunt as well - tease her, kiss first her legs and her stomach, gently trace the area around. But he cannot restrain himself anymore, and before he can reconsider he latches his mouth onto her clit.

She moans, loud and clear, and her fingers bury themselves in the mattress next to her hips.

He sucks on her pleasure spot until he physically cannot anymore. His thumb quickly replaces his tongue, rubbing constant circles on her clit, as his mouth moves further downward towards her hole. One of her hands buries themselves into his hair.

He stops. He knows what will happen next - she will start moving her hips against him, using his mouth to get herself off, at her own speed, telling him to just stay still. Taking control, even now. Ygritte has always done it, and he supposes he has resigned himself to it.

But Cerelle doesn't move. Simply keeps one hand in his hair. Almost like an anchor, like she needs that line of connection with him.

He gives her clit a gentle rub again, then he circles her hole with his tongue. She arches her back and tightens her hand in his curls, but she doesn't move her hips.

He interlaces the fingers of his own free hand with hers, still lying on the mattress, as he plunges his tongue into her. Over and over and over again.

She whines and moans, and eventually presses his face closer against her cunt, but he doesn't mind that, simply indulging her request by thrusting a finger into her and latching his mouth back onto her clit.

He knows he is good at this, and so, even though Cerelle was wet already when he started, he is not surprised by how easily he is able to fuck her. So much so he quickly adds a second and third finger into her cunt. Her mindless begs are like music to his ears.

He crooks his fingers, drags them along her walls, presses down here and there until he finds the spot. But before he can exploit his discovery, she is already coming.

She moans, he swallows all she gives him. His wet and sticky fingers are buried in her thighs as he laps at her cunt, not allowing a single drop of her release to escape.

Eventually, he moves upwards again, and is immediately embraced into a tight kiss, Cerelle's tongue exploring his mouth, likely tasting her own spent on his lips.

She doesn't stop, keeps moving, and he is afraid to say it, to admit to it, but he feels she will understand. If anyone he had ever met… It would be her.

And so he breaks their kiss, breathing in deeply before he dares a look into her eyes. He tries to say it, he really does, but-

“Do you want to continue?”

She has seen it in his eyes, most likely. He is grateful she brought it up.

“I mean, unless you really want to, but after all this I-”

“I understand.” She smiles. “I'm kinda exhausted as well.” Then she laughs and brushes a streak of hair out of her sweaty face. “Fuck, you're really good at this. Like, really good, and I'm not sure your dick could keep up.”

“Are you challenging me?”

“Perhaps.”

Then they laugh together, and Jon has never felt this free.

Cerelle asks if she can borrow some clothes, and after seeing his confused look, she raises an eyebrow and says, “Or do you not want me to stay the night?”

He stumbles to his small wardrobe at that, and hastily pulls out a tee and black sweatpants. She disappears into the bathroom for a few minutes, and when she comes out again he cannot help stare.

She looks… good. Not that she didn't look good before, but this is a different good. Not worth more or less, now that she has removed her make-up and stands there in his clothes, but… He likes it.

He cleans himself up as well, quickly, and then steps into the room again.

His apartment truly is one room - plus the bathroom that is the size of a broom closet - and so it is rather crammed with stuff. But Cerelle doesn't seem to care about any of it, only standing in front of his desk, watching the pictures taped to the wall above it.

He joins her.

“Is this your family?”

The picture hanging front and centre was the yearly family photo shoot in his uncle's house in Winterfell, this one from three years ago.

“Yes.” He reaches forward and points at the people. “These are my uncle Ned and aunt Catelyn, these my cousins, from oldest to youngest. This is my uncle Benjen, here's my grandmother, and this is my mum.”

“And your father?”

“We don't talk about him,” he says bluntly.

He knows who his father is, and he is sure the man knows as well, but they have barely interacted, and so he feels no loyalty towards him.

“I apologise, I shouldn't have asked.”

“It's alright.” He takes a deep breath. “I understand why you'd be curious. But I have my mum, and the rest of my family. I don't need someone else imposing their ideals onto me.”

She is silent for a moment, then says, “You look like her, you know? Same face, same hair, same smile. I think you're right when you say this man doesn’t matter.”

He steals a glance at her, and sees her smiling.

They go to sleep not soon after. Cerelle does not voice a single complaint at the small bed, only snuggles up closer to him, burying her face into his hair.

And for the first time in weeks, perhaps even months, Jon realises he is truly happy.

author's note: hi! thanks for reading until the end. if you're curious, cerelle is an oc from another fanfic of mine, meet me in the dark

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Academic Weapon Chapter Two

Summary:

You were like a lot of humans, born with just enough curse energy to see curses but not enough power to do anything. Your greed has helped you hold in the Jujustu Sorcery program. it is this same greed that tends to blind you to the danger you are in.

Sukuan sees you as a weak pretty thing that he can hold a conversation in his class. This is what he tells him to do he falls for you, his student because the curse refuses to believe this is love.

Oh, then there is the murder.

Characters: Reader, Ryomen Sukuna, Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto,Ieiri Shoko, Iori Utahime,

Pairings: Sukuna X Fem!Reader

Tags: College AU, Professor X Student, Modern Fantasy AU, NSFW

Chapter One || Chapter Three || Ko-fi || Masterlist

Dean Yage looks down at the report laid out in front of him on the conference table. He has read over it a dozen times now but still did not want to accept the facts. Every other member of the program’s facility and staff has received the same report as he

The conference room filled with that same facility and staff. The room was packed because so. Those who could not find a seat around the large conference table lined the walls, this included the only curse in the room, Sukuna.

The curse is the first to break the tense silence, "So one of the universe students went and got himself killed? what's the big fuss?"

"It was curse user, that's what the big fuss is," Yaga stresses.

"Or a jujutsu sorcerer," the curse remarks with a smirk.

Of all the people in this conference room, only Dean Yaga and that old bag of bones Gakuganji are the only sorcerers bold enough to talk back to the King of Curses. Gakuganji eyes the tall man from under his thick brows. Sukuna meats the board to the trustees' gaze. He is trying to be intimating and that might work for most, but not Sukuna.

The man scoffs and looks away then addressed the room,” Once they use their curse technique for nefarious purposes they become a curse user. Plain and simple. As a curse user harming students of this campus, we are inclined to find and punish them.”

Sukuna remains rather quiet after that. Throughout the whole emergency meeting. everyone fusses over how to keep everyone on campus safe, how to proceed with working with law enforcement on the matter, and so on and so. All this for the sake of making a nicely worded public statement to be sent out tomorrow morning.

Just let them die, if they are too weak to protect themselves what’s the point

Sukuna's thoughts begin to drift away from the meeting at one point. Since he was thinking about the weaklings that were causing everyone to be in such a panic naturally, they drifted to you. such a clumsy thing you are stumbling his thoughts once again. He is still not sure if he wants to keep you around. He should have kicked you out of class. The curse had Tenure, he could pretty much do whatever he wanted.

How the hell did you get into the program anyway?

Sukuna wants to know. Perhaps it was a mistake in the paperwork? Perhaps it was blackmail? Perhaps it was actually bases on the merit of knowledge? You were pretty smart, enough so keep up with Sukuan himself in conversation. Mabey that is why he has chosen not to kick you out yet?

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you read over the statement from the president's office again. It was early and maybe this was all stress dream because a murder on campus was hard to believe. You were sitting at a table in the student center giving Sukuna’s paper one last read-through before printing it when the e-mail came through.

This was real though. The statement had been sighed by not only the university president but Dean Yaga and the head of the bord of trustees Gakuganji as well. A curse user managed to get though Lord Tenge’s Barrier and killed a student. They kept the identity of the student out of the statement citing the age-old excuse,“Them family would like privacy at this time“ but give it time and word would circulate.

You suddenly feel too vulnerable and too curious all at once. Questions and thoughts pile up in your head. How did they get through? They must have a good undersetting of how Lord Tengen’s barriers work. Or what if it was someone who was already in the barrier? That would mean that they had to be a part university. A student, a teacher, staff… Either possibility was scary.

Then you want to be in Sukuna’s class as soon as possible. One; because no one would dare try to kill a student with him around and two; if anyone would be morbid enough to theorize about a student’s recent murder it would be him. You quickly finish your paper, print it out, pray the grammar is good, staple it, and head over to the Jujutsu tech building.

It is very, very faint, but Sukuna is able to sense your curse energy draw closer. When he looks up from his book and he meets your eyes it freezes you in your place. You stand at the doorway of the lecture hall. All thoughts and plans suddenly leave your body when you see him lounging in his chair, dress shoes kicked up on the desk. Even in such a relaxed pose, the curse looks scary. You wonder if there would ever be a time when he did not make you feel so tiny and intimidated.

The King of Curses must admit you can be a cute little human. You look so embarrassed to be pinned under his gaze. A ruddy flush creeps up your neck as you part your lips like you want to say something. You are dressed down more than when he last saw you. A university tee cut in a loose crop top and some sweats. There is a small sliver of your stomach exposed.

Looks so soft... he thinks to himself.

you blink, shaking yourself out of the stupor Sukuna's gaze put you under. You make your way down the steps and take the same seat as you had last class. Sukuna continues to watch you take your things out to be ready for class. That annoying water bottle, a notebook, an ink pen, and a printout of his assignment.

"Your paper," his booming voice in the empty lecturer hall makes you jump a few inches off the ground.

"Y-yes?"

Sukuan holds out his hand expectantly two fingers motioning in a come here motion, “Let’s see it."

"Oh, Of course, sir," you say scurrying over to the desk.

Sukuan thinks that it is pathic, but in a sort of cute way. Like a newborn lamb walking off to slaughter. He likes it. He finds that he wants to see you fret more. The curse wonders how far he can push you until he has you in tears.

handing off the paper you turn to walk back to your seat, but his deep voice commands you, "Stay."

You do as you are told, turning back around to stay standing in form on his desk. It does not help that the curse looks, dare you even think it, attractive reading over your paper. Feet no longer propped up on the desk. Instead, his cheek rests against his fist. Today he was wearing a dress shirt that is just the perfect amount of tight to show off the broadness of her chest. Its short sleeves snug around his biceps A few buttons near the folded collar are left undone giving you a tantalizing peak at the makings just below his collarbone.

Sukuan is surprised. You are brilliant. The paper was dull, but the brilliance was there. He knows that if you had more time or perhaps grew accustomed to thinking and articulating in such a short amount of time you had the potential to be on par with him and the rest of the leading excerpts in the field. The corner of his mouth quirks up in a smirk.

You tense, preparing yourself for the worst.

"So skittish," he comments.

Your lips part then close he notices their gleam under the fluorescent lights. Lip gloss? Sukuna wondered if the gloss has a flavor. He licks his lips at the thought.

The Curse’s stare makes you more nervous. It is like he is sizing you up to eat you whole.

Doesn't the myths say that he's done that before?

Oh god, is he going to eat you? right here in the lecture hall? After being so comfortable for all these decades the King of Curses has finally grown bored of his life among humans. Or will he kill you quickly and cook you later like some twisted real-life version of Hannibal?

Although the NBC show was kinda hot…

It is amusing to actually see your mind work overtime try to come up with something to say. Sukuna feels that it is shameful that such an interesting woman was born so weak.

"Your paper is dull and boring," he begins leaning back in his chair. "But not bad."

Your brain short cruises. Did Ryomen Sukuan just say your paper was good? No, he did not say that, but he did not say that it was not bad either. Just boring. You immediately want to know why it was boring. You want to know what excites him.

"Th-thank you, sir."

Sir, Sukuna is still not quite sure why he likes that name when it comes from you mouth. He wants to hear you call him it more meaning that he is going to have to keep you around.

"Now leave me be," he waves you off.

You let out a breath when you sit back in your seat. What was with that look and the way he licked his lips? Did he really think your paper was good? Warmth and pride swell in your heart at the mere possibility that you impressed the King of Curses with your knowledge. You had been seen as weak by so many and for so long. You never thought anyone in the Jujutsu world would ever give you any kind of praise for the knowledge that you have worked so hard to possess.

you want to hear more, but not just from anyone. You want to hear more praise, any kind of praise, from the curse himself.

Once the clock hits 9 am on the dot Sukuan gets up from the desk and walks around the leans on the ledge.

"Well, one of you went and got yourself killed," he mocks." On the first day of class no less."

Sukuan sees how you perk up. What a curious girl he has. He notices you scribble something in your notebook while the rest of the students look at one another warily.

"I always thought that the whole idea of Jujustu Sorcerers and Curse Users was so arbitrary. Just a way for you lot to classify who the enemy is. Feel a little better about who you are killing. So, let's talk about Curse Uses and Jujutsu Sorcerers."

Just like Monday the first half of class leaves you with a horrendous hand cramp. You take along a drink of water then flip back to the first page of your notes. At the very top of the page, you had written that the murder had taken place on Monday and the statement was released early this morning. The two facts are the start of a timeline. You figure that the university had a lot of closed-door meetings yesterday to make a game plan on how to move forward.

They probably already had press releases ready and had decided the Liasson from the Jujutsu Sorcery department to work the police.

It would not be long now before word got out who was murdered. It was a student, so someone was bound to make the connections and realize it was their classmate, friend, or roommate.

There was also the question of if the big-name clans would get involved. It would be easy to tell because Gojo was horrible about pretending not to be stressed and everything about his family made him stressed. Even though he is still student here he is the head of the Gojo clan and as such must attend clan meetings. If the clans got involved that took the seriousness of the murder to a whole entire level.

The break goes by fast when contemplating murder.

"So now, this murder," Sukuan begins "Why was it done by a curse user?"

A woman a few seats behind you answers, "Because he used his sorcery for evil deeds."

"Well, someone obviously didn't pay attention to anything in the lecture. You won't last in the world of jujutsu sorcery if you can't think beyond what the higher-ups tell you."

You hear the woman make a strange noise, shocked that her answer was wrong.

"And who said the killer was guy,” the guy who sat next to you scoffs.

you look down at your notes then back up. You are surprised to see the professor staring at you like he was waiting for an answer.

"W-we don't know they are a curse user,” you speak up.

"But they used sorcery for an evil deed," the guy argues.

You turn to look at him and reply, "But we don't know the motive."

Sukuan sighed, "Boring answer Y/N.”

You pout. What did he mean boring? Was that not the right answer? The point? You are too scared of the King of Curses to argue.

"Those higher-ups really made sure you lot wouldn’t think for yourselves in your introduction courses. So, what if he had a good reason to murder. Why do you need one in the first place?"

"Motive explains the reasons behind the killer's actions. Tells us if this was the planned or a heat of the moment kind of thing,” Someone suggests."

Sukuan rolls his eyes, “Who cares for a motive when that act is all that matters? The person killed someone."

There's a thought starting to come to you, it's just on the tip of your tongue...

"I'm not sure I'm following. A curser user is a sorcerer who uses their curse technique for evil and malicious deeds such as killing."

Sukuan red eye bore into the dark-haired girl sitting in front, "You are useless if all you are going to do is sit there and recite word for word what is in your freshmen-level course textbook." He then addressed the rest of the class, "You all are thinking like sheep which will get you lead straight to slaughter.

Ok, so he obviously doesn't want to consider motive in the discussion, not anything we have learned in previous texts....you're missing something here. What is the difference between two....oh, Oh!

"Wait!" You speak up. "Is this about who defined these terms?"

The corner of the professor's mouth quirks up so you continue rambling as the thoughts come to fruition," The way that we typically define the difference is pretty simple but also black and white. Like, it doesn't consider the motive for the acts. There have been accounts and records or curses use jujitsu in self-defense or because in their way they see themselves doing right."

"So, what," The Zenin pipes in, "The killer thinks they're in the right? They that kid deserved to get murdered."

"Th-that’s not I'm saying," you defend in a meek voice.

Sukuna feels an odd sense of annoyance bubbling up in his chest. He loathes meekness, but this feeling isn’t because of you.

"Then what are you saying?" the guy challenge you.

You were used to this. People looking down on you thinking they know better just because they possess more cruse energy and can do more than heal a measly paper cut.

you turn in your seat to fully look at the man, "I'm saying that we always should question what is."

"Finally, someone 's getting it," Sukuan remarks.

When you turn back to face him, He sees the way you having trouble suppressing a smile.

"You know there was a time when there were no curse users and jujutsu sorcerers. There were just those who had the burden of being able to use curse energy and blind fools. But you weak humans needed order to feel safe."

Sukuna picks out the few students in the class who choose to glare at him at the comments. He counts five, less than what was in some of his lower-level classes.

"You've all heard the whole spiel in your jujitsu history course. Who creates this pillar of jujutsu society, the big three clans, blah, blab, a plethora of useless knowledge? Why is it important?”

you smile excitedly, a spark of brilliance in your eyes. Sukuan catches it out of the corner of his eye. Today things were clicking fast for you.

"Well, we can't move forward without knowing what's behind us." someone answered.

Sukuan was not impressed, "blanket answer."

"Is it so we know how to move forward?"

Sukuan let out a long breath, these people were dull and lazy! only a few were actually putting in the work. Only one did he have any true interest in what she said.

Said student sits her seat in the third row tapping her pen against her lips as she looks over her notes as if Sukuna had secretly slipped in the answer during his lecture.

you can feel the professor's eyes on you, and you are silently begging not to be called on again. You take back what you said about things clicking. You do not understand what Sukuan wants. He was asking you all today why basic knowledge mattered and you felt like what he wanted you all to understand was right there in front of you, just pit of reach it was going to hit you any moment now-

"Y/N."

shit, you tense, losing all train of thought. Whatever you were onto lost now. You whip your head up from your notes.

Sukuan thinks, oh what cute face at you wide eyes and flushed cheeks. Terrified.

"y-yes?" you squeak.

"Well? Why does it matter?"

Shitshitshit, you curse. You did not know what to say.

"I'm waiting," he sounds bored.

Shamefully you answer, "I-am not sure,"

"Pathetic," he asks and oh it hurts.

You feel the urge to cry fester in your throat. You did not expect his disappointment to hit so hard. You try and tell yourself that it was fine to now know. The rest of the class did not know either. Sukuan ends up dismissing the class early, tired of you clueless lot.

You know this is that instant need to prove yourself is how you make up for what people see as a weakness. You have failed things before, not often, but enough to learn and grow from it.

Sukuan is disappointed in every one of you as not one of you seemed to be able to think for yourself. He is especially annoyed with. The King of Curses still does not understand what has made you a staple in his mind even since the first time you pranced into his classroom.

_____

You grab lunch alone. Your course weaponry class you take with Mie-Mie is not until later in the afternoon. It is while you are finishing off the rest of your fruit bowl and trying to finish reading for an elective that it finally hits you.

Lind Nochlin's "Why There Are No Great Women Artis" is pulled up on your tablet, but you have no interest in it anymore.

Perspective! you want to shout.

that was what Sukuan must have been looking for He wanted you to question high-ups' decisions of what they deem as right and wrong because they had a biased perspective!

your body suddenly feels a buzzed. There was still time to redeem yourself. Like many professors are required to have, Sukuna’s office hours were every Monday and Wednesday 11 a.m. to 3 p.m. The professor did not have an office in the jujitsu sorcery building like much of the rest of the staff and facility in the department. Probably because the King of Curses did not get along with humans. His office is located in the oldest and least visited wing of the university’s main library,

His office is close too!

You give the girl sitting at table next table a scare when you jump out of your seat and shove all your things back into your bag. You grab your water bottle and sprint off. You will feel guilty for not returning your plates away later, but all you can think about right now is getting to Sukuna's office.

Said curse in his office working on his laptop. As he inputs grades from today’s class he wonder if his search for thongs that pique his interest had made him too complacent.

he stops at your name. Your failure in class today still sticks in his mind to him. You still stick to his mind.

Why should I care?

He types in an D for today's discussion by your name. Hovering over your name a small picture and your student email pop up. You are smiling at the camera, shoulders relaxed and hair pulled up to reveal your neck, one which he could snap with such ease. He could warp his hand around your neck and break it with ease.

or...

Sukuan imagines cutting off your air, wondering what shape your mouth will take while gasping. How would you plea for him to have mercy on you?

He imagines pinning you down by your neck and then pinning you down face down with a firm hand on the nape of your neck.

Sukuan shifts in his seat.

He does care that you are a student. He does not think of you as some dumb concubine who used to warm his bed at night back during the Heian era. He cares that you are a clever little thing, at least sometimes you can be, that is admittedly cute and so eager for praise. Maybe you could even hold a conversation while he fucks you.

A knock snaps him out of his thoughts, "Professor Sukuna?"

Well, speak of the little minx that consumes my every thought.

Sukuna sits up in his chair and speaks, "Come in."

You enter his office looking flushed and out of breath. Sukuan thinks this is a good look at you.

"What can I do for you water bottle girl?" he asks leaning back in his chair and then crossing his arms over his chest.

Ouch, won’t even say your name anymore.

You take seat in the lone chair across from his desk setting your bag and water bottle down by you. Before you can second guess yourself you begin to speak, "It's probably too late but today in class. I get it now. You want us to see that the rules we think of as defining good and bad in Jujutsu society are made by people with biases. So, I guess the question is to argue who has the authority to dictate the difference between good and evil."

You feel yourself shiver when the king of curses smirks. It then occurs to you that no one ever went to the professor's office hours because it meant being alone in a room with the King of Curses

Sukuan asks you, “And why didn't you say this in class instead of spitting out that pathic excuse."

"I think I was on to it but then you called my name, and I lost my train of thought," You admit.

Sukuan laughs. It is short, deep, and so rich, “My apologies."

It does not register that the king of curses was apologizing. You immediately bumble out, "N-no it's fine! I like the rush I feel in class. Like you know, the pressure you put on us to come up with something is challenging and you don't spoon-feed us information like my other classes tended to do!"

"Are you praising me?" he teases

"Sorry, I'm rambling. I just came to make sure I was on the right track for my paper," You partially lie. You would expand on this for your paper due next class, but you also were not able to tell a 1,000-year curse that you desperately needed his validation to have a good day

"I can't wait to read it," he informs you with a small, satisfied smirk.

Now this does register. A pleasant shiver runs down your spine and you feel your body flush in excitement.

"R-right," You stutter standing up truly and grabbing your bag. “Then I better go get to work on that paper, thank you for your time."

Sukuan face falls as you leave his office. He knows and understands why he can't get you out of his head, he wants you. Why? He does not quite know, but his body craves to make you his.

Sukuan pushes his chair back and looks down the see the growing bulge straining against the crotch of his dress pants. Skillful hands unbuckle his belt and undo the brass bottom of his pants. Relief and lust wash over him as he frees his hardened cock. Wrapping his hands around the base, Sukuna relaxes in his chair. He lets his mind wander as his hand works himself in languid strokes.

When was the last time I had a good fuck?

He hums are soft and deep. His cock twitches when he remember that little sliver of skin peeking out from under your cardigan. It looks so soft, so easy to bruise and leave his mark on. He images the rest of you covered his marks. Red marks, bruises, and bite marks littered across your collarbone and pretty, plumb breasts.

Sukuan pumps his fist faster and throws his head back. He bets you are a crier. Fuck, he wants to have you under him withering, big fat tears rolling down those flush cheeks, and drool dribbling down you chin.

Said you had been on your way out of the library when you noticed the lack of weight in your hand from your water bottle. You head back up to Sukuna’s office completely unaware that the curse was in the middle of fucking his fist while he fantasizes about you lying across his desk stuffed full of his cock.

"That's it, that's, " he praises you in his fantasy who is rolling her hips to meet his ruthless thrusts.

You freeze outside the door to his office. You feel you whole face heat up at his deep voice.

Flustered thoughts run through your head, Is he really? Why so soon after I left? Why does his voice have to sound so fucking hot?

Sukuan almost does not register your cursed energy back at his office door.

"Yes, yes," He groans pumping faster, being spurred on by the fact that you probably could hear him.

You jump when you hear a loud grunt followed by a few harsh breaths from inside his office.

Oh-oh my god he really finished, you think in shock and then wonder what he looked like, and then quickly shook that thought out of your head because this was not only your Curse Theory professor but the 1, 000-year-old King of Curses.

Sukuan will worry about the mess in the palm of his hand later. For now, he lets himself enjoy the ecstasy of his orgasm. Thick, hot spurts of his cum ooze from the flush head.

Why is he doing this right after I left? How can I go in there now? That hydro flask was so expensive and has been with me since freshman year. It has sentimental value, and your thoughts spiral. Should I knock? Mabey come back in a few more minutes to let him get himself cleaned up. I wonder what he looks like right now. The man is huge, so much bigger than me he's got to have a big dick....oh, y/n you're venturing into dangerous territory now.

but you can't stop yourself. Do you think what his dick looks like hard, what his mouth looks like as he jerks himself off, what he pictures while his doing it, or what his face looks like when he cums.

"Are you going to come in out not brat ?" you jump at his deep voice on the other side of the door.

"s-sorry," You enter his office trying hard to pretend that everything is normal. "F-forget my water bottle."

Sukuna hums and watches you walk further into the office and grab your water from beside the chair. The desk obscures your view of his flaccid cock and his cum covered hand. He knows you heard him, and you know he knows. It was just a matter of pretending nothing happened. This was hard for you given the satisfied smirk across his lips.

"And Y/N" his voice stops you as you are reaching for the door handle.

"Yes?" you turn to look at him and the devilish smirk that has spread across his face,

“Don’t hesitate so much next time.”

Your face is priceless to the curse. So red and adorable! It makes him wonder how innocent you are and all the ways he can ruin that innocence.

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For King and Country (49/122)

For King and Country | saratogaroad rating: T total wordcount: 280,466 characters: Evan Pettiwhisker Tildrum, Roland Crane, Aranella, Batu, Tani, Lofty, Leander Aristidies, Bracken Meadows relationships: Roland Crane & Evan Pettiwhisker Tildrum, Aranella & Evan Pettiwhisker Tildrum, Roland Crane & Aranella, Batu & Tani, Batu & Evan, Tani & Evan, Evan Pettiwhisker Tildrum & Lofty, Rolander other tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Violence, Mother-Son Relationship, Father-Son Relationship, Place Slowly Becomes Home People Slowly Become Family, Found Family, For Want of A Nail warnings: none

Pulled from his world by mysterious powers, former president Roland Crane finds himself caught in the middle of a coup meant to take the life of the young King Evan Pettiwhisker Tildrum. Joining forces with Aranella, the pair of them set out to aid Evan in making his dream of a kingdom where everyone can live happily ever after a reality.

But the road to peace is a long and treacherous one and there is no promise of success in a world where darkness spreads ever thicker with each passing day. If they are to stand a chance, they must stand together, for king and for country.

(A retelling.)

Late the next morning, the Eternity sailed back towards Hydropolis. After their spook on the Labyrinth, everyone was enjoying the warmth of the sunlight. Even Batu, still green around the edges, had turned his face to the sun. It should have been peaceful, but there was a note of tension in the air that tugged at Aranella's instincts.

Something was wrong. She just couldn't figure out what.

“So what happened last night, anyway?” Tani asked, leaning forward from where she was sitting against the mast. “How come those ghosts went after Evan?”

“I cannot say for certain,” Leander said, adjusting his glasses, “But I believe they sensed a strong Light and were drawn to it."

“Even through your barrier?” Aranella asked, brow furrowed. It was true that Evan had a very strong magical core, and if he would remember to actually do his exercises it would only get stronger as he grew into it, but to get through a barrier spell like that? How was that possible? Leander was no slouch in the magic department. Sitting beside her, Evan looked up from where he had been staring at his hands with aggravated confusion.

“I think…” Evan said sheepishly, “I…might have accidentally gotten out of the barrier?” He glanced at Lofty laying sound asleep in a patch of shade. “I was talking with Lofty, and, well…”

“You fell behind.” Roland ducked his head. “Evan…”

“I’m sorry!” Evan’s cheeks flushed pink. “I didn’t think I had!”

“Truthfully I do not think it would have mattered if you had or had not,” Leander said, “It has been some time since I have seen a Light as strong as that of yours and your Kingmaker, King Evan, and I...clearly failed to compensate for it." He spread his hands. "My apologies."

Batu threw his head back in a laugh. “Well, they got what they wanted, alright! I bet ye could see that light clear back in yer city, Leander!” He turned his head to look at Hydropolis, then nearly jolted clean out of his skin.

“Snakes alive!” He shouted, making everyone else jump and waking Lofty; they all turned to him with wide eyes. “What’s this then?!” He scrambled up to his feet and towards the bow of the ship. Aranella turned, only to hiss curses between her teeth as she saw what had startled him. Tani let loose a shout from behind them.

“Why are the warships sailing out to meet us?!” She yelped, “Don’t tell me they forgot what we look like?!”

“Nothing of the sort,” Leander said, getting to his feet. “Don’t worry. They’ll allow us passage once they see I am with you.” He turned to call up to Ketch, “Keep your course! They’ll do us no harm!”

“A-aye!” Ketch called back down, glancing at Evan. Evan could only shrug, helplessly confused. It was clear that he had no idea what was going on, either, and with no other option the Eternity sailed on.

“They’re going to stop us,” Roland said quietly, hands on the rail as they sailed ever closer to Hydropolis and the three Navy ships coming towards them. “They’re in the same formation as yesterday. We can’t go to Hydropolis without going through them.”

Surely that wasn’t Leander’s plan! Aranella looked at him, but he was standing calmly at the port railing as one of the speedier Hydropolitan ships drew up parallel to them. He raised an arm and called out a greeting. The startled crew started to shout, and barely a heartbeat later a half-familiar face came running.

“Archon Aristides!” Commander Neptune startled, “Your Excellence! Thank heavens we have found you! Where have you been?”

Aranella blinked. What in the world? Commander Neptune had seen them all leave! He’d been the one to give them back their arms bands just the day before, and Leander had been with them! Leander bowed his head.

“A task given to me by her Majesty,” he said, then asked, “How fare things within the city?”

“Not well, Archon!” Commander Neptune called back across the divide, “Her Majesty is missing!”

Leander startled back and would have lost his footing had Roland not reached out to steady him at the last second.

“What?” the Archon shouted, “What do you mean missing?!”

“Exactly that, your Excellence; her maids went to tend to her and she was nowhere to be found. We have scoured the city top to bottom, but to no avail.”

Despite the early morning sun, Leander went white as a sheet. He shook his head, but Commander Neptune wasn’t done.

“To make matters worse, our scout ships returned with word that the whirlpool blocking the Abyss has vanished! We were making our way there to check the area.”

“The Abyss?” Leander repeated, too soft for anyone but those standing nearest to him to hear. “But…”

"But?” Roland asked, “What is this Abyss?”

“The Abyss,” Leander said, “Is where our King’s Cradle is located. It is the nearest spot to where our Kingmaker dwells. Queen Nerea placed the whirlpool that blocks all entrance there herself, and only she could remove it. If it is gone, then…”

“Then she headed out there,” Tani said. She raised an eyebrow. “You still want to say there’s nothing wrong with her?”

“…I do, but…,” Leander said with a grimace. “There is no reason for her to make such a perilous journey, and…” He shook his head. “There is every reason for her to remain within the city.”

“I don’t like the sound of this,” Evan said with a deep frown of his own. “How far is the Abyss?”

“An hour’s journey, perhaps less.” Leander said. “I will need to join Commander Neptune, so if you will please excuse me—”

“Hold on,” Roland interrupted him, “If this really is Doloran’s doing, he’ll be after her Kingsbond. You can’t take on a Kingmaker alone.”

“I do not intend to,” Leander said, “I intend to fulfill my duty and defend my Queen. Doloran will not take her Kingsbond so long as I draw breath.”

Aranella fought back a hiss. It was a heartwarming, noble sentiment, but Doloran already had one Kingsbond and now a Queen under his control. Leander was an accomplished fighter, but he was nearly as physically vulnerable as Evan. She shook her head.

“And if you want to keep drawing breath, you’ll let us help,” She said firmly. “Besides, we’d be poor allies if we didn’t help you in a crisis.”

The others, even the Higgledies, nodded firmly. Leander looked from head to head, his eyes softening.

“…thank you,” He said, his voice thick with emotion. “All of you.” Taking a deep breath, he turned around to call to Commander Neptune.

“Return to the city, Commander!” Leander shouted across the divide, “And speak to High Priestess Callianera when you do!”

“Your Excellence?”

“You must prepare the city for an evacuation!” Leander called, startling everyone both on the Hydropolitan ship and the Eternity. Aranella caught herself staring at him with wide eyes. An evacuation? All because the Queen had left? What was going on here?

“Y-Your Excellence!”

“There is no time to explain, Commander,” Leander said before Commander Neptune could recover from the shock, “If we do not return by sunset, flee as far from Hydropolis as you can!”

Aranella stiffened. There was only one reason to flee a place like that on such short notice: something very bad indeed would happen to the city if Queen Nerea wasn't there by a certain time. She shared a glance with Roland as the point seemed to dawn on him as well, but Evan was one step ahead of them.

“Go to the Heartlands if you leave!” Evan shouted, stepping forward to the rail, “And go west until you find Evermore! Tell Minister Niall and Minister Martha that we sent you and they’ll help get you settled!”

“I—I—” the Commander looked to Leander, who nodded firmly. After a seconds pause, the Commander snapped into a sharp salute. “Yes, sir! Bring back our Queen!”

Wheeling around, the three Hydropolitan vessels turned around to return to the city. Under Evan’s order and Leander’s direction, the Eternity turned westward, sailing as fast as Ketch could make her go. Once they were underway, Roland stepped away from Leander.

“I think it’s time you told us what’s really going on here.” Roland said. “Why did you order them to evacuate the city?”

“It is a…” Leander took a deep breath. “Rather complicated matter to explain, and—”

The rumble they had all heard just the day before roared through the air. It was quieter now due to the growing distance between them and it, but everyone except Leander turned to find the exact same column of steam, in the exact same place. Roland stared at it, then slowly turned back to Leander.

“The same thing happened yesterday,” He breathed, eyes wide. “You have the city in a time loop.”

The sudden tension in the air could have been cut with a knife. Everyone stared at Leander as he adjusted his glasses, nodded faintly.

“That is a vast over simplification, but yes.” He said, looking to each startled face in turn before he looked back to Roland. “You are not incorrect in your assumptions, Roland.”

“Wha—” Batu rocked back on his heels. “What in blazes are ye doin’ that for?!”

“And how long’s the loop?” Tani asked with a frown, “This stuff happened yesterday! Are you repeating the same day over and over again?”

“As I have said,” Leander said in a strained voice, “It is a complicated matter, one that would take far longer to explain than I have time to explain it in.” He took a long, deep breath, then said, “Suffice it to say that without the loop, Hydropolis and all her people will be destroyed come midnight. If her Majesty is not within the city by that time, then…”

He didn’t need to explain anything else. Evan stood up straight.

“We’ll get her back, Leander,” he said firmly, “And you can explain it all then. Once we know your people are safe.” He clenched a hand into the material of his tunic, brow furrowed. “Doloran won’t get away with this again.”

Oh, how Aranella wished she could have his certainty.

#nnk2 #ni no kuni 2 #nnk2 fic #!fic #fic: for king and country

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the-firebird69 · 2 years ago

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And he is in a lot of trouble he is fighting DeSantis who is governor and the census wants him out of the house and they're trying to deliver an eviction notice I have been trying for a couple weeks now and they don't want to near him and they're pushing pretty hard they are attempting each and every time and they don't seem to be able to do it and they don't have to use the Charlotte county sheriff it is a state agency and they're trying to find him a sheriff too it's going on today and tomorrow Monday until he gets them out of there and Stan is trying to get him out now too between the two of them and they might but they need to have backing and boy did it take a long time for them to figure it out.

-and it's like this Stan went after Trump and hitting his areas he heard all sorts of stuff is investigating and found out that it's him screwing him over and the sun was right he said he's all the stuff and have nothing by comparison and he's got a whole bunch of land-based stuff and he is attacking him quite seriously to take it and to get ships he's gotten quite a bit of few ships already he lost 100 million and he's gained 50 million ships back. It's a huge huge day for him you realize something too my son's been saying it so he's going after him and he's hitting and he's getting stuff and he hears that he's taking tons of and he has this rag tag he did a force. And amongst them is BG and BG is hearing tons of stuff about what the trumps have been doing to him and he couldn't believe it it's coming right out of their mouth as insults is there attacking and they're taking tons of stuff as a result so of course we are and we're talking and we're laying into them and it is in the eastern hemisphere and they are giving them a brand new one it is opening it wide other people are hearing it and a striking them in their areas and it's finally coming out important that take a long time hours and hours and days and years of this lunatic yelling stupid crap and finally people hear it it is amazing how long they can just sit there with dumb stuff going on

-huge pukes here little babies and the idiot drives by there's no idea everybody's watching him and his idiotic son they're going to get their asses handed to them and they are pitiful people okay they don't do nothing for a living they're riding around screwing around with people support state of affairs so they're getting beat up pretty good and they're losing all this stuff and the areas getting demolished and it is wholesale slaughter and they are slowly becoming aware of it but send idiots marching by and if hearing stuff from all around them it's actually people who are nearby saying they'll just shoot them and they're going to try and take his phone and send false messages shortly and yeah it's around 8:00 p.m. here but really it's going to be around 5:45 p.m. they will begin strikes in the Western hemisphere and stand included and will take a sits back on Trump and he's the one who was taking the ships and he's the one who said he should attack and that's how I figured it out and the guys a sleazeball and everyone hates him and his time is coming he's King and he wants to force his way back into the UK instead of your message to bja with a huge shoes and having Sarah do it and it is a joke cuz the guys screwing himself probably cuz his AI boy and a lot of people are laughing at it cuz they see people of their own stopping his program

We published now because of the importance of this post it's been a very huge hassle the guy is much more than a nuisance and he's going to go down starting today this time for real and yeah he's taking a punishment and he has too much stuff

Others stuff

Thor Freya

Have a lot to say about it most of it is very negative and they are very very slow to realize that people see them and they're extremely weak people I need to tell you that they're used to circling around him all day long and they're like 10 people or 10 characters in 15 minutes and people are getting used to it no I've seen them doing it wondering where they're getting the power for that kind of energy and they're going to go after because they do it all day long

-we have new numbers in you said that we think they reach 1% by the end of the day and they're at 1.2% and it's not yet the end of the day and that's all more luck this thing with Trump is accelerating it but they have to because he has too much stuff and he's a weekly and his name is Percy as in a purse

-the numbers are real here in Charlotte county the Charlotte county sheriff was 400 the other day and they've been bringing it down over the past 4 days and now it is reaching 300 they should be at 300 at the end of the day

-and the local police department in punta Gorda they're at 20 yesterday and they have been losing officers are at 15 right now and fired for a lot of crimes and against the state instead you're lucky or not in the news so they might try to get their own in the news to try and recover

-Florida law enforcement was that 1000 couple days ago and it's worked its way all the way down to about 600 they're trying for 500 but they're going to work on residuals and they're going to keep on doing it and that's the whole state that's very pitiful it's hardly any of them and there's a few in each office and they get beat up all day long

-that certain people that are not liking what's happening and they shouldn't and our son says the right thing they need to have certain things in place and Stan has a place to go and it's not Australia or New Zealand no it's one of the other and he says it's New Zealand but he can't go there so they might have someone confident on stuff

-the numbers are reducing across the board but the Florida State highway patrol started with like 2 million they worked at all the way down to 100,000 last week 30, last Monday and 15,000 today it's a very very big drop

-along with those agencies there's the civil servants are there around 3 million no there are 30 million in the state and now they're dropped down to about 2 million in the state no it's a pitiful 100,000 statewide and they're going to drop further yeah there's a bunch of them wandering around

-and a son says you're going to pay for it Dave unit threats this is in high school it was shooting in your f****** moron you get shot all the time so your knit weights you're taking around me stupid pots is the last people that help he's such assholes it says you can't wait till you're gone and we can't wait either you stupid pots such a f****** loser

-aside from what's really happening here because they really are nasty to him and you really can't stand them they are finally the law all day long by harassing him and the federal government is coming down on them all over the world too finally and they're actually pulling them out and going after them and a lot of it's because the money and they found that he's sitting on her son's money in New Jersey and he knows he can't use it it's coated by the max but the fool thinks he's threatening him so we're trying to straighten it out today and tell him no he's doing the job and the max for killing him this is really Max money and our son's money is how digitally you keep saying I'll ruin it digitally and said you try and ruin your computers please go ahead and try so we can ruin your computers cuz they're tired of hearing you say they do everything with a piece of crap so he starts trying and we knocked out with half of them today and he starts yelling it and of course the computers are mostly defunct and he's going down and you can't believe it and after a Time he started saying this today we have to go see him we have to bother him cuz you know masturbate in public are you doing it I'll see you guys this doesn't do anything we got to turn it up and said we're going to start hitting you it's just trying to turn it up when it nailing them the guy is ridiculous person so he's overseas getting hit the transition is going to start in 30 minutes and he's going to get now very very hard and it's not expecting it this is not smart I'm pretty sure it's going to start hitting he likes it it's about time

-a couple other things happening there are women too who getting fired from the sheriff's office and they're blaming chief prunell and that's Trump and they're coming down hard on him and they're taking his stuff and they feel justified now son says he's not physically actually doing it but he's getting everybody laid off is he sitting there being an a****** next door I think there's a I will do it all and even though it won't he's the one doing it because he's an a****** they feel better about it but it's actually true and Sarah doesn't care maybe it's not letting her have anything yeah pursuit of you but there's some other things happening in this area

-the federal agencies are all cut in half already and they're cutting them in half again and say we don't know why we keep you on there's so many of us just get out and they're doing it and the eight points are loading and it it's going to be one of the last times it does and the idiots think they're going to get in and you think I pushing them back just to show they can't it's a question which way will work better or some things are not too hard to fool she let him feel all eight points and they'll think to do with the last time and that they're the last in line and they'll get away with it they found something like that it's going to continue doing it and they just drive through feel the place up and think think everyone's getting tricked and to get now what's going on today and it's going to be huge right now it's like 3 million octillion in there and our son says how big does it really get it's had up to about 10 million octillion no it's as big as it gets right now and they'll probably get wiped out. It's a huge huge huge attempt and they're pretty sure that they'll get something and we see them get wiped out easily we think that's what's going to happen and there's about 10 million going to the big holes and 5 million octillion going to the rest that will drop their 2% down to 1.5% if all three fail it's coming up in a few minutes and at 5:45 they're going to start striking the Western hemisphere.

We're going to publish because it's pretty big and it's happening now

Thor Freya

Took him a couple seconds to realize it we just got it now in publishing

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kissanime & foreplay

this is part of my netflix & chill collection !

summary; You get a glimpse of the KissAnime screen for a good two seconds before about seven ads pop up. Another tab to a raunchy hentai website opens, and Jungkook groans. warnings; mentions of hentai yes u read right, kook leads most of it, cunnilingus, masturbation (f), oral (f), use of a sex toy, fingering, nipple play, face sitting/fucking/riding idk (f), praise kink, hints of dumbification, cum eating, jk is like passive aggressive in this one, 4 (f) orgasms, this is the kicker: sub kook at the end😳, like 2 sec of dom yn lol, & u get 0.002 sec of adams apple kink misc; more dumb story lines, made up sex stores bc my creativity knows no bounds, Jungkook plays nice but is actually mean for the majority of it, once again doyeon plays a pivotal role in the furthering of women empowerment, internal love monologues about jk best boy<3 wc; 8.2k

notes; back when kissanime was offed I remember looking at this fic in the drafts like what the hell we gone do now.. n almost deleting it but I was like yknow what this isn’t a 1kook fic unless there’s smthn weird going on so here we are. also yes I know ohshc is on Netflix shut up!!!!!

HAPPY BDAY MY LOVE AND MUSE JEON JUNGKOOK !!!! 🥺💜

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The good thing about getting your own apartment is that you finally have a place to call your own. There’s no limit on how many potted plants you can squeeze into a one bedroom, one bathroom apartment, and if there was one, you’re twelve in and no one has said anything to you yet. You don’t have to share the shower space with anyone, label all your products with a hastily scribbled name. There’s a bathtub—something you haven’t had the pleasure of using during college—and a fairly open living space. There’s so many empty spots to fill with useless decorations and family heirlooms and that ugly plastic rooster Jungkook won you at the summer kick-off fair last month.

The bad thing about having your own place is that the entire world and their mothers seem to know now. Despite graduating from college, you still keep in touch with your trusted graduate mentor Kim Namjoon, who is still very much in school, and has made it his mission to bring you a new plant every week, hence your growing collection. Your childhood friend comes over every Saturday morning to lounge around after her Friday nights out. Jungkook, although the only one who is ever actually invited, runs through your strawberry scented body wash like a madman.

And of course, Doyeon.

Your beloved college roommate of four years, Kim Doyeon, has been the bane of your apartment experience so far. Unlike you, who had slaved away for four years, saving every penny you made during college for this moment, Doyeon was a big spender. She blew every dollar she ever came across, which is why she’s going to be stuck living at her parent’s house for at least a couple more years.

Nothing wrong with that, of course, if she wasn’t the most maniac online shopper in existence. It hadn’t been a problem in college because she was always good old pals with the students who worked the mailroom. If they saw something questionable, they’d let it slide as long as it was under Miss Kim Doyeon, Room 229.

The reason it became an issue for her now is because it’s poor Mrs. Kim who signs over the package from Sexuality Unleashed: The Best Toys Worldwide! one Tuesday afternoon as it is delivered to their suburban home.

So now she’s taken to ordering all her freaky stuff to your new apartment, where the small cabinet by the door has quickly become home to her impulsive shopping habits. Truthfully, you don’t mind accepting Doyeon’s weird packages, and have long since grown used to the uncomfortable looks the mail carrier gives you.

Jungkook’s supposed to come over today and you really hope he doesn’t ask about the state of your hall cabinet. Now that you work at a small company outside of your degree to make ends meet, time with Jungkook has been significantly decreased. You weren’t in college anymore, so you didn’t have the luxury of dropping by his house whenever you wanted to in between classes. Of course, it’s mostly your schedule that conflicts with your planned hangouts, because Jungkook is still working his dream job from home.

However, because Jungkook is quite possibly the most amazing person on this planet, he’s started coming over every Saturday night to make sure you’re still alive and not dying. And so weekly media binges are a thing, and it’s currently week four.

He gave up on showing you the Marvel movie franchise last week, after you had asked where Wonder Woman was three times in a row. Since the Barbie Movie Debacle of last month, you’ve found a nice medium between who picks when. Jungkook picks most of the time, because most of the time you don’t really care. It’s become a running joke between the two of you that movie binges are usually just terribly masked excuses to go to town on each other, so you don’t mind missing an entire 15th Century French Revolution documentary if it means Jungkook is deep in your guts by the time King Louis XIV gets beheaded or whatever they did to him. Is it too obvious you didn’t watch the documentary?

Occasionally, there are instances where one of you genuinely does want to watch something, in which case you have an intense match of rock-paper-scissors to decide who’s picking that night. Most of the time, Jungkook wins. But for every match Jungkook wins, he promises you’ll pick the next one so you’ve long since stopped trying to actually beat him.

Long story short, last weekend you sat through a two part Ancient Aliens episode on the connection between aliens and American presidents.

It was the most god-awful conspiracy theory you’ve ever heard of, but Jungkook ate up every minute of it. By the time the two hosts announced their conclusion you were just about ready to rip your own ears off and single-handedly fist fight every producer on the channel for allowing the production of such an atrocious show.

Anyway, because you had so bravely sat through the entire evening without complaints— well, no complaints towards Jungkook’s terrible taste; the show, however, was not safe from your wicked tongue —Jungkook has so graciously allowed you to pick the media for this weekend.

You’ve been telling him for the longest time that you were going to hook him on anime. It was one of the few interests you always believed Jungkook should possess, being a weeb and all, because it was only fair that he had one questionable trait to balance out the rest of his perfection. Liking anime isn’t bad— if a hottie like you enjoyed it, then it obviously had its perks. However, you know a lot of other people are turned off by anime-enthusiasts due to preconceived notions of the genre and the viewer-base.

Now, it was a widely known fact that you always had ulterior motives. So maybe turning Jungkook into a weeb was just a ploy to turn other women off from him and keep your jealousy at bay. Sue you, your boyfriend was a walking wet dream, and you’d do anything to keep him to yourself.

After long deliberation, you’ve decided on introducing Jungkook to anime with a classic: Ouran High School Host Club, a god among anime, a true Beyonce among shoujos. The only problem was that you absolutely refused to pay Crunchyroll or Funimation when you could so easily find the entire show on KissAnime.com, home to only the finest of hentai ads and Are You a Robot? questions.

He sends you a text when he’s outside your building, and five minutes later there’s a rap against your door.

“Hi,” you smile up at him, heart fluttering in that same trademark way it did whenever Jungkook was within a five foot radius. He smiles back softly, leaning down to peck your lips as you step aside for him to enter. He’s got on those cotton sweats that you love, the ones that send your brain into a censored frenzy. But he’s also got that soft curl to his hair that lets you know he came here straight out of the shower in his hurry to see you. How you managed to bag a dream boyfriend like him was beyond you.

You bask in the overwhelming feeling of unannounced love for all of ten seconds before Jungkook is lifting up a square package you hadn’t seen at his hip. “Mailman gave me this,” he says, waving around the signature bright pink packaging of Sexuality Unleashed. Jungkook, for all his politeness and respect, seemed to falter in those categories when it came to you. He turns the box over, reading the big fat name of the company on the side. “Since when did you start buying sex toys?” he asks rather loudly in the hallway.

You yank him inside, hurriedly slamming the door shut before any of your neighbors can come out into the hallway and get a peek of this avid sex toy consumer. “They’re not mine!” you hiss, standing still when he uses you to balance himself as he tugs off his shoes. You snatch the box out of his hands, turning it around to make sure it is actually addressed to your home. Sure enough, it’s for you. Couldn’t there have been some other sex toy fanatic on this floor?

With his shoes off, Jungkook wastes no time enveloping you in a hug, the Sexuality Unleashed box tumbling to the ground. “It’s okay, baby, no need to be embarrassed.”

You groan, leaning your forehead against his shoulder as he continues to pat your back like you’re actually embarrassed to be caught buying toys— you’re not. You’re embarrassed he caught you with a sex toy you simply can’t put to use. “Whatever,” you sigh, “your gross popcorn is in my bedroom and it’s probably stale.”

He releases you, not before pulling you into a slow and languid kiss that has you clutching tightly at the front of his shirt. He pulls away with a soft smooch, right eye falling into a wink. “Bring the box, gorgeous,” he teases, before sauntering off in the direction of your bedroom.

You groan loudly. “It’s not mine!” you repeat, but for some reason do as he says.

Not only do you have no idea what’s in this package, but you’re frankly not too keen on finding out. You’re more interested in Jungkook’s reaction to one of your favorite animes of all time. The package is tossed onto the end of the bed, where Jungkook has already stripped himself of his socks and cuddled beneath your covers.

Your laptop has gone dark from inactivity so you slam down on the space bar to bring it back to life. Your first mistake was pressing anything at all. It flickers back on alright, but you forget that you are working with a minefield of ads ready to explode. You get a glimpse of the KissAnime screen for a good two seconds before about seven ads pop up. Another tab to a raunchy hentai website opens, and Jungkook groans.

“What the hell is this?” he asks in a tone that screams he has never had to fight viruses off his computer just to watch something at two in the morning.

You ignore him, cuddling into his side as you hurriedly type in the title of the anime before another annoying ad can intercept you. “KissAnime,” you answer for now, accidentally clicking down on the mousepad with the heel of your palm. Another tab opens up to some sketchy credit site. You huff.

“Baby, I swear I just saw like twelve viruses,” he says. “And what even are these?” he scoffs, jabbing a finger at one of the many ads that lines the perimeter of the website. “Animated teacher porn?”

By the grace of god, you somehow manage to get onto the episode selection screen without having another tab open on you. You smile in relief, turning the power of your excitement onto Jungkook… only to find his eyes narrowed in on the square advertisement for some hentai website. “What? You wanna watch hentai now?” you snort, placing the laptop on his legs as you cuddle into his side.

Jungkook sputters, cheeks tinting red at the mere insinuation he would ever consume such media. “No,” he glares, releasing the arm around your shoulders to huffily cross them over his chest. “I am not going to watch anatomically incorrect illustrations of a woman teacher relieving herself, ___,” he says rather matter-of-factly.

You snort, repeating, “a woman teacher,” mockingly and in a high pitched voice that, honestly, doesn't sound anything like him. You click play on the video box that appears after only about twenty more pop-up ads. “Silence, you nymphomaniac, the episode is starting.” Jungkook pulls you close with a displeased expression, finally quieting down when you put it on full screen and the ads disappear from his view.

You’re beginning to wonder if Jungkook really is the script and plot dissector he claims to be, or if he just lives to get under your skin. He doesn’t make it three minutes without finding something to critique. First it’s the quality of the frames, and then it’s the characterization of the lead character. He nitpicks everything about the best anime in existence, and by the end of the first episode you’re considering breaking up with him.

“Oh my god,” you groan, tearing yourself away from him. He’s all laid up against your mountain of pillows, tongue prodding at the insides of his mouth in that ridiculously attractive habit of his. Usually, you’d be tripping over yourself to kiss him, but you’re about two seconds from ripping his head off. “I mean this in the nicest way possible, baby,” you sigh, picking up his hand in yours. “You gotta shut up.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes. “I have to shut up?” he asks in a scandalized tone. “You sang through the entire intro, off tune may I add.”

At this rate you’re getting nowhere, so you just snatch the laptop back up before you actually hurt his feelings. You escape the full screen, met with those hentai ads that are slowly becoming the bane of Jungkook’s existence.

“Who actually watches those anyway?” he mumbles, covering the sidebar full of naked cartoon ladies with his palm for you, a real gentleman if you ever saw one. “Really?” he says, knocking his pointer finger against a particularly raunchy ad with the caption Be a Good Boy and Let her Play beneath it.

You snort. “You are such a baby,” you tease, pinching his cheek much to his annoyance. “What? Can’t handle seeing some anime titties?”

Jungkook shoves your hand away, leaning back to become one with the pillows as you continue onto the next episode. “They’re just weird,” he admits. “And make unrealistic faces.”

“Unrealistic,” you repeat, finally giving one of the ads the time of day. There’s an adorably drawn character making the most perverted expression, knees hiked up to her chest. Her face is twisted up, drooling like a dog and with her eyes crossed in ecstasy. You shrug. “Just because you can’t get those faces out of me doesn’t mean they’re unreal.”

The second the words leave your mouth Jungkook is letting out a scandalized scoff, sitting up to level you with another glare. “First of all, I can get you like that,” he defends, tapping his finger against the ad on screen. “In fact, I can get you like that without even trying, so let’s not say anything too drastic now, okay?”

His sudden bout of defensiveness makes something playful in you switch on, laying back down beside him with a smirk. “Oh, you can make me all stupid like this?”

Jungkook scoffs. “Yes.”

“Uh huh,” you drawl, tracing a finger up his chest teasingly; Jungkook knocks your knuckles away, obviously still butt hurt about your comment. That’s fine, because a slightly riled up Jungkook was always the best Jungkook. You sit up and lean in close, letting your hand slip beneath his hoodie, palm running over his bare shoulder and around the top of his back. You give his nape a light squeeze, lips pressed against the shell of his ear. “Why don’t you prove it to me, Jungkookie?” you purr, before pulling away.

His jaw twitches at the nickname, one shapely brow unconsciously arching as he regards you with a calculative expression.

The thing about Jungkook was that, after almost a year of dating, you know just how to push his buttons. He has a rather calm and collected exterior to him, the same one he’s had since the day you met him, but beneath it all was a childish competitiveness that raged with the heat of ten suns. He disliked being taunted like you were doing now, especially when his credibility was at stake.

Honestly speaking, you don’t doubt Jungkook can make you look as goofy and messy as those hentai ads. In fact you’re rather confident he can. Either way, him being right or you being right, you would still get some fun out of it.

“Hm?” you add, tracing your hand up to dance over the skin of his cheek, pads of your fingers running over that stiff jaw. “Are you scared I’m right and you’re wrong?”

A hand snaps up to catch your wrist, fingers tight around your skin until you’re shivering against him. “Oh baby, I can make you cum until you cry,” he murmurs, his usual sweet and lilting tone dropping to a low vibration that makes your pussy throb beneath your panties. Your heart leaps in your chest, lips falling open when he ducks down to brush them against yours. It’s too light, just a simple touch that makes you follow his mouth when he pulls back.

With one firm shove, the laptop is tumbling off the bed, thudding loudly against your bedside rug. Jungkook leans over you, his usual trademark doe eyes zeroed in on you with the focus of a laser. “Have a little faith in me,” he teases, and when he presses close you can feel his fattening cock flush against your thigh. Your body is begging to be touched, every brush of his fingers against your skin searing trails in their wake.

Suddenly, he’s drawing back. “Kook?” you frown, barely biting down on a childish whimper when he snuggles back into your mountain of pillows, one arm stretched behind his head.

He flashes you a smile. “Go on,” he says, arms behind his head. “Show me how to get you like that.”

“By myself?” you ask, shifting onto your knees anyway. Jungkook nods, a soft jut of his chin as he gives you another one of those easy going smiles of his. His goal seems a little unclear, but you had a ridiculous amount of trust in your boyfriend that whatever he had planned was certain to be good. With one final skeptical glance his way, you sink down onto your bum, knees spreading and giving him a clear view of your little pink boy shorts, elastic band hugging your waist.

The material of your t-shirt is guided away, held to your chest by the hand currently not traversing the length of your stomach, gliding across soft skin, over your belly button and past that band until it slips beneath. You chance another look Jungkook’s way, only to find his eyes wonderfully downcast in the direction of your core. That smile is gone now, replaced with a somber look as he watches your hand move mysteriously beneath the fabric of your undergarments.

The first brush of your forefinger against your swollen button makes you twitch, back arching at the sensation that is magnified by his watchful gaze. “Mmh,” you bite down, hand twisting in the material of your shirt. Jungkook’s eyes glare a molten path across your skin, from the comfy bra that peeks out from beneath your rumpled shirt to the wrist slowly working beneath your panties.

A hand falls over your thigh, tattooed fingers giving the skin a light squeeze as you get to work swirling your bud around. The sight of his inked skin on yours makes something warm blossom in your lower abdomen, your eyes following the inky swirls up, up, up. They lead you to the face of your very handsome boyfriend, long lashes fanning across his cheekbones as he watches you play with yourself. “Wanna take these off for me?” he says, the tip of his pointer finger wiggling beneath the fabric of your shorts.

You nod hurriedly, wiggling around on the bed until you’re on your back, legs bent in front of you. The shorts come down your legs; the simplest press of your thighs makes something quiver in your abdomen. You toss them off to the side, and just as you go to sit back up, Jungkook places a hand on your knee. “Stay like this for me,” he says, sitting up from his mountain of pillows to glance down at you. You melt into the plush mattress beneath you, staring down at him between your legs. He’s got that adoring look in his eyes, the one that makes you feel so warm and in love, it’s only natural your hand slips down to play with your bare clit again. “That’s my girl,” he smiles, rubbing a hand down the outside of your thigh, urging your legs to fall open.

There’s this overflowing vat of arousal that builds up inside of you everytime Jungkook is around, like the moment your eyes land on him you’re reminded of every position he’s ever had you in. You remember the soft brush of his hands on your body, the way his lips feel on yours, the soft tickle of his hair when he gets too close. It makes your heart lurch in your chest, like if you don’t grab onto him tightly this feeling will slip through your fingers and out of your life. So you were crazily in love with your boyfriend— now what?

A puckered set of lips meets the inside of your thigh, the action ripping you from your overly gooey, overly soft inner rambling. Your hand trails down your quivering pussy lips, collecting your dripping wetness as you go. At the same time, Jungkook kisses down the inside of your thigh, soft smacks of his lips against your skin filling the air with an emotion that makes you bite down a whimper. Your hole puckers at the brush of your fingers, anticipating an entrance that you yearn to give into soon.

His mouth is on you before your finger can go deeper than a centimeter in. But Jungkook doesn’t brush your hand off, doesn’t shove you away to prove his mouth was undoubtedly better. He places a kiss over your knuckles, before swallowing up your significantly smaller hand with his, that of which he clasps together over your navel.

You groan, head rolling from side to side. “Don’t be so soft with me,” you whine, leg twitching when he presses a kiss against your engorged bundle of nerves. “Push me around like that one time, you know I like it.”

Jungkook grins, mouthing over your clit with practiced ease that has you releasing all kinds of whimpers and sighs. He’s got his other hand wrapped around your thigh, strong arm pulling you closer to that devious mouth and tongue that lavished attention on your clit. “Need me to be mean to you, baby?” he purrs, curling his tongue in such a way that it makes your entire body tense up, muscles pulled tight. “Want me to push you around like the stupid little girl you are?” You moan, head bobbing up and down at the ideas he stuffs in your mind. As he moves down the length of your cunt, that round nose you love brushes against your bud, and the cheeky shit takes an obnoxiously loud sniff of it, a soft groan breathed against your lower lips. “But isn’t this better?” he hums, languidly molding his lips against your lower ones, much in the same way he does with the ones on your face; he moves slowly, slips his tongue in every few seconds before eventually diving in head on. “Slow... and so easy.”

“Kook,” you mewl, getting this overwhelming urge to cover your face with your hands. But you can’t, because he’s knotted one hand with yours and his fingers only tighten when you try to yank them apart. Instead you’re left pressing one knuckle against your mouth, brows pinching as he begins slowly fucking his tongue into your cunt. “F-Faster,” you beg. He, of course, ignores your plea.

The wet mass moves past the clenched muscles around your hole, nose brushing against your lips with every intrusion. Every few cycles he stops to press a kiss against your pussy, so hard and wet that it hurts when he pulls off. You’re left writhing and moaning, your heel knocking against his shoulder when he pushes your leg up closer to your chest. “It’s enough,” you cry, your entire body shivering.

Jungkook pulls off with a loud pop, lips glistening with your arousal. He’s got this glint on his eyes, like he’s thoroughly entertained by your reactions. He shuffles around to get comfortable, finally releasing that grip on your hand. Immediately, your newly freed hand jumps forward to tangle in the hair above his ear, tracing down the delicate curve of his cheekbone. Jungkook turns his head, pressing a soft peck against your open palm that makes your heartbeat thunder in your ears.

As he moves around, his leg bumps against something that has both of you pausing. It sounds out of place next to your shallow breaths, and both of you glance down only to catch sight of that stupid package from Sexuality Unleashed teetering on the edge of the bed.

The moment you see it, it’s like you’re transported into an omnipresent view of the scene, the next few hours flashing before your eyes as Jungkook snorts. You know he’s going to reach for it in two seconds, and you know he’s going to tear the hot pink packaging apart with his bare hands. He does so with a scary amount of power, the industrial tape not standing a chance against him. A box roughly the same size as the package falls out, and before you can kick it away and save yourself from suffering beneath Jungkook’s teasing antics, he’s snatching up the box.

“The Bullet Bestie,” he reads aloud, dark eyes flying across the text with lightning speed before that box is also being ripped open. (Briefly, there’s a voice in your head that thinks of Doyeon, but you’re not sure why.) Out tumbles a little pink bullet with a strap on one end that bounces against your thigh and an even smaller remote.

“Baby,” you rush out, the sight of the tiny toy making your heart thunder in your chest. “We can look at it another time,” you try, hands coming up to brush against his face again. “Why don’t you finish off here?” you ask, a sickeningly sweet politeness dripping off your tongue as the knot in your tummy fades into the background of his attention.

Jungkook ignores you, picking up the remote with a wondrous look in his eyes. Before you can try to persuade him back between your legs, a quiet click cuts you off and the little bullet whirls to life. You yelp at the sudden vibrations against the inside of your thigh, so close to your throbbing core. The jump of your thighs has it falling onto the mattress below you, wide eyes snapping back to the smirk that grows on his face.

“No,” you say slowly, sitting back up, “no, no,” you try, your usual assertiveness melting into a whiny cry as you try to wiggle away from him and the nefarious ideas infesting his lust-addled mind. You’re barely turning, ready to make a run for it and hand him his victory by forfeit, when Jungkook is catching you by the waist. Your hips get pulled up, arms clawing uselessly at the sheets beneath you as he drags you close to him. He’s fast, already having moved onto his knees behind you, and when he yanks you up, you can feel every hot plane of his body aligned with your backside. “Kook, please just make me cum,” you gasp.

There’s a smile pressed against your shoulder, lips still wet from before, kissing along the side of your neck. “Look at my girl,” he murmurs, and you nearly jump out of your skin when something smooth is traced along your thigh. One hand slips beneath the material of your shirt, soothingly rubbing circled against your skin. This hand also holds the tiny remote between two fingers, and every nerve in your body is on edge waiting for it to be used. “Where’s that smartmouth now?”

“Jungkook,” you try to warn. But there’s no bite to your words, only an anticipation that grows the closer he moves that damned toy between your thighs. “Baby, we-we can play another time, okay? Just please—“

A soft click, and suddenly your spine is giving out on you, upper body flopping forward as Jungkook runs the vibrations over your clit. Of course Jungkook follows, never letting you slip far from his reach. A loud moan spills from your lips, lower lip wobbling at the unreal amounts of pleasure he bestows upon you with such a small toy. “W-Wait,” you sob, the coil from before suddenly magnified tenfold. It makes your orgasm loom over you bigger than ever, a wave that threatens to spill over and drown you in one go. “No-please.”

His mouth presses against your ear, hot breaths fanning against the skin there. “Hey pretty girl, does it feel good?” he husks out, kissing just below your ear. “Aw fuck,” he groans, something stiff pressing against the cleft between your cheeks, “can’t even see if you’re making that stupid face right now.”

You are, but you don’t even have the words to tell him that. The moment the vibrator had made contact with your already ravished clit, your eyes had rolled into the back of your head. You don’t doubt you look like those silly ads you’d laughed at earlier, mouth opening and closing every few seconds as he circles the toy around your bud. You settle on a high-pitched whimper that has Jungkook laughing meanly against your ear.

It ends too soon, the stimulation from Jungkook eating you out for a few minutes combining with the bullet to form a powerful duo that swallows you whole. An embarrassingly loud moan rips itself from your throat, hands twisting in the sheets beneath you as it washes over you. It’s so powerful, it blinds you, pussy spasming. Jungkook’s name is repeated about a thousand times in between, your body eventually melting back into the mattress as the final shocks run through you.

The vibrator clicks off just as quietly as it turned on, your harsh breaths filling the room in its place. “Good girl,” Jungkook praises, raining down a parade of kisses against your shoulder. You mewl in appreciation, still awkwardly shoving your face into the mattress, and your hips in the air. From the corner of your eyes, you watch him set the glistening toy off to the side, and you’re just about ready to thank the heavens for such an experience with your boyfriend, when said boyfriend hits you with a curveball.

The gentle pecks against yours shoulder dissolve into harsh kisses, rough hands trailing up your waist. The t-shirt gathers around his knuckles, pushed and pushed until he’s got those same hands cupping your breasts. “Did you like that?” he asks, biting down against your shoulder; the sensation is dulled by your shirt being in the way but it still makes you whine. You moan softly, nodding against the mattress as he gets to kneading your breasts over your bra. “Mm,” Jungkook sighs, “my pretty girl was so good for me, wasn’t she?”

Those deft fingers run back down, crawl beneath the elastic of your lounge bra and push it away until your breasts are bouncing out of their cage. “Kook,” you sigh, eyes fluttering shut as he traces circles around your nipples. “W-Wait,” you whimper, suddenly reminded of the swollen cock pressed against your backside when he leans closer.

“Shhh,” he soothes, tweaking your nipples. “Relax for me, sweetheart,” he coos, flicking your hardened nipples with his fingers. You can’t relax, not with your body still so sensitive and him playing with you. Still, the low intonation makes something soft and warm settle in your chest, the kisses against your jaw making your eyes fall shut. “That’s it,” he says, giving one nipple a playful twist that draws a high-pitched moan from you.

Just as you’re beginning to fall into the rhythm of Jungkook’s caresses and voice, he releases one breast to traverse his hand down and over your tummy, to your sensitive pussy. You gasp, biting down on your lip as he teasingly flicks your clit with his fingers. “Bet you could come again now,” he murmurs, taking the tip of your earlobe into his mouth and nibbling softly. You groan, shoving your face into the sheets as if that will save you from your doom. “Bet your pretty little pussy can cream itself just like this, isn’t that right, sweet girl?”

You whimper, hips bucking back against him when he begins nudging your bud, lewd sounds reaching your ears. His other hand remains on your breast, no longer toying with your nipple but simply holding it almost comfortingly. There’s a smirk pressed against your skin, that pearly white smile you usually adore so much teasing you as he circles your nub.

“Come on,” he encourages quietly, kissing up the column of your neck again. You moan, thighs quivering as he strokes a second orgasm out of you with no struggle. Your eyes and throat burn at the heat that washes over you, and you release a hoarse scream into the mattress— Jungkook chuckles at the sound, egging you on with that low voice until your muscles go limp a second time.

When he rolls you onto your stomach again, you try desperately to cover the tears that blur your vision, turning away from him like a child when he tries to look. “Crybaby, crybaby,” he sings teasingly, prying your hands away to capture your mouth with his for the first time that night. “Lemme see those tears, baby,” he purrs.

He tastes like you, tongue dripping with that sweet tang of your pussy, and he smells like you too. It strokes the flames of you ego, arms eventually wrapping around his shoulders as he settles above you. He pulls off with a curl of his tongue against your swollen lips, brown eyes lazily staring down at you. It’s embarrassing how well kept he still was compared to your half-nude state of dress. His skin is all glowy and pretty, not a single tear track in sight, and his grin is still too relaxed for your liking.

Jungkook’s body feels so warm and comforting against yours, muscles keeping the heat trapped between your bodies. You go to brush a hand through his hair, needing to feel the familiarity of those silky locks, before he’s suddenly leaning away. He shuffles onto his knees again, glancing down at your thoroughly abused cunt with a quirk in his brows.

“God,” you groan, knocking your foot against his side. “Just fuck me already,” you huff despite your earlier fatigue. You could only go so long without feeling Jungkook’s fat demon cock inside of you.

He snorts at your snappy tone, cutely tilting his head to the side to move his hair out of his face. His jaw looks sharp from this angle, facial features covered in shadows the lamplight behind him can’t touch. “Can’t,” he announces, and you could pull your hair out from all this unnecessary build up.

Truth to be told, you and Jungkook were both equally as unrestrained when it came to each other. Most of the time, the lead up to actual, penetrative, key-in-lock sex included a couple minutes of heavy petting from his end, and maybe a half assed handjob from you. Sometimes if you felt extra attentive, he’d eat you out and you'd him off. But for the most part, the two of you jumped straight into it after an orgasm, like horny teenagers despite the two of you being twenty-three now.

The most adventurous you’d ever gotten up until the point was maybe two orgasms bestowed upon you by a crazed Jungkook. And, well. You had hit two orgasms now. You were ready for his monster cock.

“Kook,” you whine childishly.

Jungkook shakes you off, placing a palm on both your knees. Slowly, he spreads your thighs apart again, eyes zeroed in on the glossy folds that come into view, the sparkling pearly cum that leaks out of your hole. “I can’t, baby,” he says, almost pained. “I gotta clean you up first,” he insists, and before you can tell him how counterproductive it is to lick you clean of your arousal before fucking you, he’s diving face first into your cunt.

But the biggest surprise doesn’t come from Jungkook going in for thirds, but from the hands he clasps around your thighs, the sheer strength he uses to roll you over (ignoring the shriek you let out) to sit you on his face. “No, no,” you yelp immediately, “I-I‘ll break you,” you cry, trying to escape from his hold.

From beneath your thighs, dark eyes peering up at you daringly, you can see the clear warning on Jungkook’s face. It’s a look that loudly says don’t you dare fucking move, shapely brows sending a jolt of genuine fear down your spine for a moment. “Jungkook,” you fret, trying to ignore the arousal that only continues to blossom as his tongue laps against your folds for the second time that night. “I’m, I’m,” you stammer, hands burying themselves in his hair as he ignores your cries. “I’ll break you,” you try again, spine arching when he slurps your clit into his mouth. “I-I’ll—“

He pulls off with a pop. “Fuck my face, baby,” he says, as if he hadn’t heard a single of your concerns at all. His nose nudges against your clit, a whimper catching in your throat. Briefly, his hand disappears from around your thigh, and when it returns, that tiny bullet vibrator from earlier is pressed against your thigh. “You got that?”

You nod, internally torn apart by your fear of crushing him and your need to drag your cunt all over your boyfriend’s handsome face. You glance down at him, watch him slip that vibrator into his mouth for just a second and lewdly coat it in his saliva, before he’s reaching around to shove it past your pussy lips. They’re still swollen and puffy, but have long since relaxed enough for him to slip it in. “B-But what if—“

“You won’t,” he cuts off, readjusting himself closer to your cunt again, “come on, pretty girl.”

The reason you think you and Jungkook click so well was because he was able to bring that vulnerable side out of you every now and then. He knew you liked to parade around with that huge superiority complex, and he loved it. But he also knew there were things you liked and disliked, and sometimes it took a little pushing for you to reveal them.

For a second, that horny cloud over his irises lifts, and he gives you one of those cute, sloppy winks as he taps your thigh gently. “Fuck my face, sweetheart,” he whispers, “drag that pretty cunt all over me until I can’t breathe.” A gasp catches in your throat, hands unconsciously curling against his scalp. He notices, and flashes you a lazy smirk. “You can do that, can’t you?”

Something akin to adoration blooms in your chest, and before you can blurt out something embarrassing—like I love you—there’s a soft click that has The Bullet Bestie revving up inside of you. You gasp, the sudden vibrations deep inside your pussy making your hips snap forward, clit rubbing against Jungkook’s nose.

“O-Oh,” you cry, and that’s all it takes for you to lose it. Your hips start off slow, at first just savoring the wet drag of his tongue against your lips, his nose against your clit. He sticks his tongue out for you, and part of you wants to tell him he’s a good boy, that corny hentai ad flashing in your mind, but you doubt you’ll survive the aftermath of that. Once you find that perfect pace, your hands are practically yanking at his hair, pushing him further into the mattress as you ride his face like he’s nothing but a toy. “Kook, Jungkook,” you pant, grinding your lower lips against his all too eager mouth.

It feels oddly weird being over him like this, using him like this. You like to think you and Jungkook have equal power in the bedroom, but you will admit that more often than not, he assumes control by default. You’re not particularly bothered by that, because you doubt you’d ever come up with the crazy ideas Jungkook did when he was horny (okay, a lie, because you definitely have thought of crazy sex schemes before).

But, this moment…

The power was quickly going to your head. “Fuck,” you sob, roughly dragging the length of your pussy over and over his face. The hands around your thighs are pressing against your skin with a strength that would hurt were you not blinded by arousal. His eyes are shut, lids fluttering open every now and then as he watches you buck wildly over his face like he was a pillow in high school and your parents were gone for the weekend.

It doesn’t help that the rhythmic pulses of the vibrator inside of you are doing their job well, the tongue that slips into your pussy joining together to form a powerful combination. It’s ultimately what has you halting your manic thrusts, instead falling into a slow grind over him. Your hips circle, eyes squeezed shut as you lose yourself in the lapping of his tongue against your dripping hole. “Mmmf,” you mewl, biting down on your lower lip as the wet muscle prods against a delicate spot within you. You hear feels light, view of the gorgeous man beneath you obstructed by the eyelids that can't seem to stay open. “N-No,” you cry, pulling his hair more roughly than you intended to in order to redirect him. “There, there,” you whimper, holding him tight against your pussy.

Beneath you, Jungkook exhales harshly against your lips, hands moving frantically over your thighs as he works his tongue inside of you alongside the bullet vibrator. If you weren’t so caught up in your own pleasure, all kinds of sounds spilling from your lips, you would have heard the quiet moans that fall from his. Alas.

It takes a few more pulses from the toy and a few more licks from Jungkook until you’re coming for the third time that night, features twisting up as your pussy clenches around his tongue before spilling down his mouth. Your back arches, a defeated moan escaping you as you release the same mess he’d claimed to clean up onto his lovely face. You can barely breathe afterwards, mouth dry and head dizzy when Jungkook finally pops back out from between your thighs. You barely have enough time to lift yourself up, pussy lightly brushing across his Adam’s apple as you stop yourself from crushing his windpipe. It makes you twitch.

“Good girl,” Jungkook praises with a cheeky smile that distracts you from the bullet toy he retrieves from your quivering cunt. His face is absolutely glistening from your arousal, skin warm and flush. He’s looking up at you like you’re some mythical goddess and he’s but a humble villager coming to pay his respects at the temple that is your body. Fuck, were you okay? You don’t think you’ve ever felt this good in your entire life, and Jungkook’s mushy gaze was doing things to your heart.

He presses a kiss against the inside of your thigh before helping you off of him, laughing meanly when you flop limply down beside him. He’s still fully clothed, a fact that irks you when he leans over to kiss you with that glossy face of his. “D’you like it?” he mumbles, kissing softly down your face. You nod, legs twitching from the aftermath of that wild ride. “I saw it, y’know,” he says suddenly.

“Saw what?” you mumble, mindlessly rolling your head to the side and exposing more skin when he begins kissing along your neck.

Jungkook says nothing, just rolls over you. Part of you thinks he’s crazy, but you’re suddenly hit with the realization that while Jungkook’s drawn three orgasms out of you in the course of an hour, you hadn’t done anything for him. Before you can dive head first into swallowing his cock, he’s kissing you softly. “That stupid face,” he smirks, slotting his mouth against yours. “That weird, now realistic face,” he tacks on.

You huff out a laugh, throwing your leg around his waist comfortably. Jungkook smiles, kisses you one last time before settling in your arms, face cutely pressed in between your boobs. “Hey,” you call, “don't you wanna cum too?”

He shakes his head, a soft sigh filling the air. “Nah,” he says, cuddles closer into you. “Rest now, baby.”

You roll your eyes. “I can feel your dick against my thigh,” you point out, wiggling your pelvis upward to brush against his throbbing erection. Jungkook holds you down in an effort to stop you. “Fuck me.”

He groans against your collarbone. “No, you’re tired,” he tries to convince you, but his skin is warm and flushed in the way it always gets when he’s riled up. “Sleep.”

With the leg around his hip, you pull him closer. “Fuck me, Jungkookie,” you purr, using the hands in his hair to turn his face up towards yours. His dark eyes are drawn down cutely, pouty lips too. “Use my body,” you suggest, “I’m yours anyway.”

His eyes flutter shut, a quiet whimper falling from his lips. “Don’t say that,” he sighs, “makes me wanna do very mean things to you.”

You smile. “You can do whatever you want to me, don’t you know that?” Another groan, his head falling forward until he’s hiding in your neck. Still, there’s movement from below, he sweats slipping down at his hips until that throbbing cock is pressed into the tiny crease where your thigh meets your pelvis. There’s a moment of hesitation, and you wonder if this is what he felt like earlier when he’d managed to get you to sit on his face. “Inside, Jungkookie,” you murmur, reaching down to line him up with your sensitive entrance. He whines softly, arms wrapping around you as he pulls you close. “Good boy.”

Despite your earlier belief that you’d never survive an encounter with Jungkook after using such a term on him, the result is much different from what you had anticipated. He visibly melts into your arms, cock slipping past your folds easily. “No,” he says, his voice feathery and whiny against your ear. “I can’t.”

You soothe a hand down his back, eyes fluttering shut as he begins slowly rutting against your swollen lips. “That’s it,” you encourage, tugging softly at his wavy hair. Jungkook moans wantonly against your neck, rolling his hips harshly against you until his arms are the only things keeping you from jostling out of his hold. “Do you like this pussy?” you ask, purposefully clenching around him, tummy tightening at the stimulation you keep packing on.

Jungkook shudders, pace growing slipping inside of you. “Yes,” he pants, “s-so wet… creamy.”

“Yeah?” you huff, pressing a smiley kiss against his forehead. “It’s yours.”

“Ffffuck,” Jungkook chokes, picking up his pace as his well-deserved orgasm reaches its peak. He’s breathing harshly now, and it’s taking everything in you to keep your pussy tight around him. But after the night he’d given you, the sounds and faces he pulled from you, it’s the least you can do. Besides, your body, after being so thoroughly pleased, still rears up for one final orgasm with him. “Mine,” he growls, bucking his hips into you. “You’re mine, baby, mine,” he seethes, ending his little tryst with a piston of his hips that makes you gasp, body almost unconsciously spasming around him. It’s painful, but so, so delicious how he manages to pull this last orgasm from you as he finally busts inside of you.

He comes with a stuttering garble of words, none of which you catch as he collapses into your hold for the final time that night. “Fuck,” he pants afterwards, leaning into your touch when he finally registers the soft combing of fingers through his hair. “That was evil.”

You laugh, pulling him closer. “As evil as you making me suffer through three orgasms before putting your dick in me?” you tease. Jungkook slips out of you, and you know it’ll be a hassle to clean your sheets tomorrow but it’s worth it.

“It’s called building the scene,” he weakly defends, blindly tugging the puffy blanket over the two of you. “I was gonna rhyme it with that horrible website you made me use but I already forgot it’s name.”

“Rude,” you snap, “it’s called KissAnime.”

“And fore-play,” he suddenly says, and you almost yank his eyeballs out of their sockets for doing that stupid thing again.

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epilogue

Two weeks later, your favorite website and home to hentai ads is shut down after years of piracy. Jungkook laughs at your demise, sits and actually cackles at your heartbreak, until he eventually comforts you with his flaming demon cock and a subscription to both Crunchyroll and Funimation. Doyeon spends weeks tracking down a missing package, apparently some freebie she’d gotten for being such an avid customer on Sexuality Unleashed: The Best Toys Worldwide! before eventually finding it in your drawer. And because her and Jungkook have some awkward life-long rivalry for your attention, he doesn’t pay for that.

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tpwkjerii · 4 years ago

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fool’s mate

there’s only one way to lose a game of chess in two moves, and hwang hyunjin managed to figure out how to (subtly) steal your heart with exactly two moves.

pairing: student!hyunjin x student!reader

warnings: fluff, some cursing, y/n likes reading & books, y/n is kinda a teachers pet, y/n is kinda mean, hyunjin is a simp

genre: high school au, fluff, minor angst if you squint, kinda enemies to lovers and fools to lovers

word count: 4.1k+

a/n: first hyunjin fanfic pls enjoy loves!! also a big happy birthday to hyunjin! send him some love if you can :’) xx

Hwang Hyunjin was an asshole. Or at least he was in your eyes.

Why he decided to bother you every morning without fail? You didn’t know. Usually, you brushed it off in favor of talking to your friend Mina, but this morning you couldn’t. Why?

His clumsy ass spilled warm coffee on your white uniform blouse. Now you were sure he didn’t mean to do it on purpose since he never resorted to any physical annoyance, but after the morning you had (let’s just say you shared some rather unsavory words with your project group members), you could only place the harsh blame on him.

You cursed at the same time he apologized, shooting up from your seat with dark brown coffee dripping down your shirt and onto the table.

“I’m so sorry! Really! Sorry!” Hyunjin said frantically, his hands desperately grabbing onto napkins and awkwardly pressing them onto your chest as a futile attempt to pat away the mess.

“Really? You’re sorry?” you huffed, extremely agitated. To make matters worse, everyone was watching your interaction with Hyunjin, and they were all laughing.

Who were they to laugh at your misery? Even Mina was stifling a laugh! Your friend Mina!

“I meant to give the coffee to you and I tripped over your bag! I didn’t see it I swear!” Hyunjin explained, although it did nothing to calm you down. He faltered over his words when his fingers accidentally brushed against the exposed part of your chest, and you ignored the way it made your heart skip, instead choosing to verbally attack him again.

“You expect me to believe that, Hyunjin?” you exhorted dryly, watching as his long black hair shook rapidly while he nodded.

“Yes because it’s true!” he cried, shrivelling inside when you only scoffed and pushed him away.

Your teacher coughed awkwardly once Hyunjin returned to his seat, gathering everyone’s attention. Well, everyone except Hyunjin, who was staring at you like a kicked puppy.

“___, why don’t you take a trip to the nurse’s office, I’m sure she has an extra shirt for you,” your teacher instructed you, sympathy evident in her voice.

Your face burned red as you nodded and stood up, hating the way everyone looked at you and your coffee soaked shirt. Damn Hwang Hyunjin. You all but ran out of the classroom, and left just as Han Jisung leaned over to Hyunjin and said, “I told you she wouldn’t like the coffee.”

Thankfully, you ended up getting a new (and clean) shirt from the nurse, and you were in a much better mood once lunch hour arrived. Everything was going well as you walked out into the courtyard with Mina. You had your lunch in one hand and drink in the other, ready to replenish yourself after long hours of boring class. In the moment, you thought that the worst of your day was truly over.

But, of course, you were a fool to think that you could ever have a truly good day.

Hyunjin and his group of friends walked up to you, their own drinks and foods in hand. Instinctively, you put a hand up, saying as he approached, “If you’re thinking about spilling another drink on me, don’t.”

At your snarky comment, Hyunjin winced and his shoulders visibly sunk. The sight was so sad it almost made you feel bad for him. Almost.

“It was an accident! It really was!” Hyunjin defended himself weakly, obviously ready to continue but stopped when one of his friends - Seungmin, you recognized - cleared his throat and elbowed him. With Seungmin’s interruption, Hyunjin remembered why he approached you in the first place, and his entire demeanor shifted. His shoulders lifted, chest popped out, and an effortlessly beautiful smile took over his face.

Looking unimpressed, you gestured at him to continue. “I don’t have all day, Hyunjin.”

He nodded, and confidently asked, “___, how do you feel about accompanying me to Yellow Wood Cafe after school?”

You furrowed your brows at his proposition and stifled a laugh at the way his friends reacted to his request. If you looked closely, you could see Felix mutter “that’s not how we practiced.”

“As much as I would love to go and get another coffee spilled on me,” you started dryly, and Hyunjn visibly deflated as he realized you would never let that go, “I have Book Club after school.”

At that, Hyunjin’s face contorted into one of confusion. He swore he double - no he triple checked that you would be able to go today. According to the club website and a trusted source, Book Club wasn't supposed to meet again until next week.

“I thought we weren’t going to meet until next week?” Seungmin asked, thankfully voicing Hyunjin’s concerns. Although it wasn’t because Seungmin could read Hyunjin’s mind, but because Seungmin (aka trusted source) was also in Book Club.

You nodded at Seungmin, and Hyunjin ignored the jealousy he felt when you smiled at his friend, informing him of the board meeting that the club was having.

Hyunjin slapped himself internally. He forgot you were the vice president of Book Club. How could he forget such a crucial detail?

Seungmin nodded in response, and you took the newfound and rather awkward silence among the group as the chance to leave. “Sorry, Hyunjin. I won’t be able to make it today,” you said with a twinge of actual sympathy.

Once you were gone, Hyunjin sadly walked away, his friends in tow. As they sat down at their usual table, a light bulb emerged and lit up in Hyunjin’s mind. He had a plan.

“Seungmin,” Hyunjin started, effectively capturing his friend’s attention, “you play chess, right?”

Seungmin nodded, sarcastically stating, “I’ve only been in Chess Club for two years.”

Hyunjin grinned, “I know I know. Anyways, what’s that one thing called? The one where you can win a game of chess in only two moves?”

“Fool’s mate?”

“Yes!” Hyunjin exclaimed, now having the attention of his entire table (and directly surrounding ones). “I know how to woo Y/N with only two moves.”

“Who uses the word woo anymore?” Jeongin said, his face scrunched into a grimace. “And how exactly do you plan on doing that when she hates you?”

Hyunjin frowned at his younger friend. “She doesn’t hate me. And it’ll be simple, just listen…”

Move 1: King’s Pawn to E5 — Avoid Y/N (“absence makes the heart grow fonder or some shit like that, right?” - jisung someone)

Expected Response: Y/N will start to realize that she actually likes Hyunjin and his presence.

4 days.

It had been 4 days since Hyunjin last talked to you. Were these arguably the best 4 days of your life? Absolutely.

No coffee spills. No obnoxious locker slamming (yes, Hyunjin had the locker next to yours). No yelling across the classroom. Just pure, unadulterated peace.

But you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were missing something. Did you know what that certain something was? Yes. Did you want to admit it? Fuck no. There was no way you actually missed Hyunjin’s presence, no way.

As you walked into the classroom again, your eyes reflexively darted to the corner where Hyunjin and his friends always sat. As usual, Hyunjin was sitting on the table with Felix at his side, Jisung and Seungmin were sitting in their seats, and Jeongin was leaning against Seungmin’s shoulder. Normally, Hyunjin would see you enter, shout your name, and gesture for you to sit by him.

However, it’s been nearly a week since the last time he did that. The first day, it was a relief to not have the entire room’s attention on you at 7:50 AM. Now, it was slightly irking.

For a split second, as you walked to your seat, you made eye contact with Hyunjin; and for a second, you thought everything was about to return to normal. But instead of calling you out like you thought, he looked completely past you and waved at the person behind you.

It took almost all of your control to maintain a neutral expression and not turn around to see just who that person was.

Begrudgingly, you set your school bag down on your table and sat down in your assigned seat. With two minutes before the bell, Jeongin runs out of your classroom to go to his and Mina walks in to take her seat next to you.

“What’s got you so upset?” she asked, faux innocence laced in her voice and a knowing look in her eyes. Mina caught on easily two days ago when you accidentally let slip a hurt expression when Hyunjin ignored your greeting.

“Shut up,” you muttered, hearing her stifled laugh as you took out your notebooks.

Luckily, your first few classes passed by rather quickly. For once, your groupmates actually contributed and spared you the trouble of doing all the work. Soon enough, it was lunch period, and you and Mina found yourselves walking to your usual lunch spot.

As you approached your unofficially-claimed bench in the courtyard, you eyed Hyunjin’s unusually quiet table. On a normal day, they would all be very loud (at this point, everyone knew what Jeongin’s scream sounded), but today they were hunched over the table in what appeared to be a deep discussion.

With this newfound silence, you could actually hear the wind rustling the trees and the light chirps of the birds. It was relaxing and peaceful, exactly as you thought lunch should be. For a second, you let a smile grace your face and forgot about how you missed Hyunjin’s constant annoying presence.

Of course, good things can never last long for you because soon enough, it was too relaxing. The birds’ light chirps became annoyingly loud and the blowing wind just became an inconvenience as your hair kept flying into your face regardless of how you angled yourself. And then, as if the clouds opened up and shined a ray of the heavens onto the planet, you heard his laugh.

The laugh, which you previously associated with pure anger, filled you with a surprising warmth. Any negative words you had for mother nature fell silent on your tongue as you shifted your gaze to look at Hyunjin. You watched as he tilted his head back, a harmonious laugh erupting from his throat as his eyes crinkled into beautiful half moons.

You found yourself hypnotized by him as he calmed down and leaned back, running his hands through his long, black hair with a content expression on his attractive face...

You stiffened as he turned and met your gaze. Hoping that he didn’t see the intense blush on your face (he totally did), you quickly looked away and grabbed Mina’s arm, effectively startling her.

“Wh-what are you doing?” Mina asked, slightly choking on her lunch as you rushed her to stand up. “You didn’t even touch your food!” the disgruntled girl continued as you dragged her away.

“I-it doesn’t matter,” you stuttered, praying for the heat across your face to go away. “I’ve lost my appetite.”

“Well I haven’t,” Mina muttered.

“Mina,” you started, whirling around to stop both of you in your tracks once you were out of the courtyard and in an empty hallway. She looked at you expectantly, her feet tapping impatiently. “This is an emergency,” you stressed.

Mina looked both unimpressed and concerned. With raised eyebrows, she asked, “Emergency meaning what, exactly? Do you need me to take you to the nurse?”

You groaned and looked down at your feet in embarrassment. Raising your hands to your face, you sighed as you mumbled, “I… I think I like Hyunjin.”

Pretending that she couldn’t hear you and deciding to make you more miserable than you already were, Mina held back her laugh and said, “You what? I didn’t quite hear that.”

Suppressing a loud groan, you begrudgingly repeated, “I think I like Hyunjin,” a hard annunciation following each word.

“Ah,” Mina laughed. “I thought so. We all did.”

You shot up, making direct eye contact with the girl in front of you. “What do you mean?” you asked, your eyes narrowed in suspicion.

Mina laughed again, saying, “You know, you’re pretty blind sometimes.” With that, she started walking away, only picking up her pace when you started following after her.

“What’s that even supposed to mean?” you shouted after her, groaning internally as she broke into a full on sprint.

Move 2: Queen to H4 — Invade Indirectly spend more time with Y/N by attending the same activities (“but hyunjin you hate readi - ” “shut up jeongin”)

Expected Response: Y/N will realize that she loves doing stuff with Hyunjin and will like him more.

“You joined Book Club?” you asked the long-haired newcomer, trying to control the shakiness in your voice and thanking god that you were sitting or else your weak knees would betray you.

Hyunjin nodded, a beautiful smile spreading across his face. “Seungmin,” he paused, pointing to Seungmin, who waved from the door, “suggested that I pick up a new extracurricular.”

You raised your eyebrow pointedly. “And you chose Book Club?”

He nodded proudly, hoping that he didn’t appear as nervous as he felt inside.

“Hyunjin,” you sighed, and he ignored how the way you said his name made his heart feel like it was about to collapse after a marathon, “the only books I have ever seen you read were all for class.”

“And they were all great!” he lied through his teeth, but painted on fake enthusiasm in hopes of convincing you. Evidently, it worked as your confused gaze dropped and you shrugged.

“If Seungmin thinks you’ll enjoy it then I guess you’re free to join us today,” you told him, your voice soft and lacking the usual bite it had when you talked to Hyunjin. Your gentle tone shocked everyone in the room, who all expected you to kick Hyunjin out instantly and permanently ban him from the back library office the club met in once every two weeks.

“Oh,” he said, his lips parting in shock and his heart pounding wildly as you gestured for him to take the empty seat next to Seungmin. “Thank you,” Hyunjin managed to breathe out, turning around to walk towards the open seat with a hand dramatically clenched over his chest.

“Alright,” the sound of your voice again startled Hyunjin, who barely sat down. You stood up from your seat, a book in hand and a friendly smile on your face. “Hopefully everyone finished the last book, which was recommended by Sunwoo,” you announced, smiling as you lifted up the book 1984 and gestured kindly towards Sunwoo, a boy in your class.

Hyunjin ignored the twinge of jealousy as you nonverbally praised Sunwoo for his book choice. He could choose nice books to read, too.

“Usually Joon leads the discussion,” you continued, and Hyunjin recognized the advanced Literature TA’s name, “but seeing as both him and Haechan aren’t here, I’ll be leading the discussion for today!”

Hyunjin felt his heart swell at the proud grin on your face as you talked about your passions. To be honest, he hated reading and would prefer to be at the dance studio with Felix for extra practice, but being here with you made him quickly forget about those two things. He would read 1000 books if it meant he got to spend more time with you.

In the front, you animatedly led the discussion, willing yourself to not stare at Hyunjin and lose your train of thought. It was harder than you thought it would be to ignore the way he casually ran his hands through his hair and how he pushed up the sleeves of his uniform shirt. It was enough to make you both curse and thank Seungmin for bringing him today.

After ten long minutes of discretely ogling Hyunjin while attempting to lead the discussion on a book you barely managed to finish in time, you were finally able to sit down. Everyone else was deep in conversation, and mostly everyone had their attention off you. Key word: most.

Hyunjin kept an unreadable gaze on you while, shockingly, participating in the group discussion. Your eyes clashed with his, and you found yourself struggling to breathe properly as he mentioned his favorite part of the book.

“When Winston and Julia realized they liked each other and took the risk to be together.”

At his words, your breath stopped. The intense gaze he held on you and the slight shakiness in his voice led you to assume that Hyunjin was feeling the same way as you, and that his sentence was just a shove — a way of indirectly putting his feelings into the air. You knew that your relationship wouldn’t be nearly as risky as the two characters’ of 1984 and that you and Hyunjin were far from the two, but somehow, Hyunjin’s words managed to excite you.

Was it a risk to open your heart up to the person who used to annoy you to no end? Was it a risk to like someone at all? Years of building walls and pushing people away were crumbled by a beautiful boy with a smile that took your breath away. You didn’t know what this meant for you, but one thing was for sure: for once, you hoped that Hyunjin didn’t stop hanging around.

Soon enough, Book Club was over, and you all but ran out of the library. With your backpack securely on, you put in your earphones and began the usual walk to Yellow Wood Cafe. It was a usual tradition to meet Mina, who was really your only friend now that you were thinking about it, after Book Club to do homework and eat together.

With music playing loudly in your ears, you failed to notice Hyunjin and Seungmin behind you; conveniently, both of them were also headed to the Cafe to visit their friend who worked there. Or, at least Seungmin was — Hyunjin had an ulterior motive.

After a short eight minute walk, which was all taken up with you screaming internally over your newfound feelings for Hyunjin, you arrived at the bright storefront. Through the decorated glass walls, you saw Mina sitting at your usual table, her neck craned down to copy notes. You walked into the store with a happy smile and headed straight for the empty seat across your friend.

As you set your bag down, Mina looked up, and her smile turned into a mischievous grin when she moved slightly to the side to see the familiar faces that entered behind you.

“What are you looking at?” you asked, your brows furrowed together as you turned around.

You recognized him instantly and you quickly whipped around, hoping he didn’t see that (he definitely did). “Oh my god,” you whispered, your eyes wide in panic, “I can’t believe he followed me.”

“Follow?”

You inhaled sharply, hesitantly turning around and gasping when you saw how close Hyunjin was standing to you. His head was craned down to look at you, and there was barely a foot between your faces.

“___, I didn’t follow you. My friend works here and I wanted to pay him a visit,” he told you, waving to the guy behind the counter as his evidence.

“Oh,” you dumbly responded, your voice uncharacteristically shaky. “Well, I take my words back.” You subtly cleared your throat and turned back around, hoping your face didn’t appear as warm as it felt.

Hyunjin cleared his throat, causing you to stiffen slightly, and asked, “Want a drink? My treat.”

“N-no thanks,” you managed to reply, internally cursing at the stutter. How did Hyunjin somehow manage to completely dissolve your composure?

You didn’t even get to think about the answer to your question as Hyunjin said, “I insist. You usually get a Jasmine Green Tea with boba, right?”

“How do you know my or -”

“Hey Changbin, can I get a Jasmine Green Tea with boba and a Brown Sugar Milk Tea with boba?”

You watched as Hyunjin inserted his card into the chip reader and took it out, the receipt proof that he really did get you a drink.

“Er - thanks,” you mumbled as he approached, feeling incredibly awkward. By now, Mina had moved to talk to Seungmin since they shared the same math class, but you didn’t miss the way they eyed you and Hyunjin.

If any of your awkwardness was showing, Hyunjin chose to ignore it as he seemed as cool as ever. “No problem,” he said, his hands moving together to clasp each other tightly. “Since I got you a drink,” he started, his voice wavering slightly, “I was wondering if we could talk? Just for a few moments?”

Your eyes widened and you felt your heart pick up its pace. “Just us two?” you asked, your voice mirroring your shock.

With his nod, you slowly walked towards an empty table with him and awkwardly sat down at one of the sides. You kept your gaze firmly on the white table in fear of looking up and losing what was left of your composure. Silence prevailed for a few seconds until Hyunjin spoke.

“I know that we haven’t been on the best terms the past year,” he started, and you nodded at his true statement. “I did a lot of things that I didn’t realize really bothered you -” you thought back to the amount of times he would purposely distract you in class and randomly hug you when he was sweaty from dance or swim practice.

“- but I really did those things you get your attention,” he paused, causing you to look up just as he looked down bashfully, “which didn’t work out too well when I really thought about it. And I know that now you probably think I’m annoying -” your breath hitched and you stopped yourself from blurting out ‘not anymore’ “- but I still want to let you know how I feel.”

He looked up, and the genuineness in his eyes made your heart feel like it was going to beat out of your chest. “I…” he weakly started, “I don’t know if anything changed how you felt this week but I know that I’ve liked you since you stood up for me last year.”

Right, you thought back to the time when you and Hyunjin were mere classmates (basically strangers) and you defended him from an older student. You couldn’t stand to see them abuse their authority as your elder (by only one year too), and decided to use your influence as a teacher’s pet to teach him a lesson. It was safe to say that Hyunjin was never bothered after that.

“After that I just wanted to be around you more,” Hyunjin continued, “but you usually kept your distance from people and I was stupid and couldn’t think of better ways to get your attention than annoy you.” The long-haired boy in front of you was blushing now, and his hands were clasped together so tightly you had to fight the urge to reach out with your own and relax him.

“I understand if you don’t feel the same, but I’d really appreciate it if you gave me the chance and allowed me to take you out on a date -”

“Yes,” you said instantly. But Hyunjin, amidst the panic of his mind, seemed to hear something else as his face immediately fell and he instantly moved to stand up.

“I guess I expected that - wait, yes?” He plopped back down on his seat ungracefully, shock absorbing his features as if a light had turned on in his brain and properly registered what you said.

You nodded, a bright red blush staining your cheeks. “Yes, you can take me out on a date, Hyunjin.”

“Is this a dream?” Hyunjin asked, the shock still clear on his face as he held back an excited smile.

You shook your head with a small laugh. “Nope, completely real life, I’m afraid,” you answered, gently pinching his hand for extra emphasis.

Hyunjin broke into a large grin and moved to cover your hands with his own. “I’ve dreamed about this moment,” he shyly admitted with a bashful blush that slowly spread across his face, “and I didn’t think you’d ever say yes.”

You took a second to admire his smile and how his eyes seemed to shine even in the cafe’s fluorescent lighting. Hyunjin really did have the most beautiful smile you had ever seen.

“I’m curious,” you started slowly after collecting yourself. He nodded, a silent gesture to continue. “Was this a plan? The past week, it felt different, and that’s how I started to realize…” you paused, a blush spreading across your face, “I liked you.”

Hyunjin’s smile never faltered, and he tightened his grip around your hands as he asked, “have you ever played chess?”

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Late-night talks || One-shot

Pairing: Ryomen Sukuna x fem!reader

Word count: ≈2000

Genre: it was supposed to be angst but it's really just fluff

Tw: Sukuna is kinda ooc, ngl

Summary: usually, you'd talk to Yuuji during the nights you felt restless but today, it was very much different. One night started a habit that definitely shouldn't have started.

Feel free to leave a or two or more request in my asks!

Masterpost | Asks/Requests

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(Y/N) walked down the long dormitory halls, her insomniac brain refused to allow her to rest after the hard day she’d had. On one hand, it was fantastic, filled with thrill and learning opportunities! On the other, however, the girl had gone through so much intense training and failure that she wanted nothing more than a good night's sleep. And yet, the thoughts in her head flew and a high speed and there was no way in hell that they would stop any time soon. So, as any sane person would do, instead of reading a book or being productive and taking the time to practise some techniques that wouldn’t blow the entire room up, (Y/N) decided to knock on Itadori’s room door and mess his sleep up as well.

Her hands made contact with the wood once. Then quickly twice. Then three times before the door opened to reveal the figure she had been anticipating. Only something seemed a little off. While she wasn’t thinking Itadori would be wearing a shirt as it is the middle of the damn night, the markings on his entire body suggested that it wasn’t Itadori who stood in front of her. Rather, Sukuna had taken over his body for the night and wasn’t planning on leaving the boy alone.

“You really want him to be dead tomorrow, huh?” (Y/N) whispered to the curse, chuckling at the thought of Yuuji not being able to hold his eyes open for long enough to get out of bed, let alone all the “fun” activities Gojo said he had planned for us. Now, you might be wondering why the absolute fuck were you not shaking in your boots at that very moment? I mean, you’re talking to the King of Curses, the man himself. This guy could probably snap you in half with one movement if he wanted to. Well, for one, you had no boots to shake in as you were walking in the stupidest pair of slippers money could buy. Secondly, Sukuna was well aware that if he hurt you, or any of the students of Jujutsu High for that matter, his life would be cut much shorter by the president of the school without any hesitation. Even Gojo couldn’t do anything about it because he cared for you just as much as Itadori. He cared for all of the students the same, no matter how much others thought Yuuji was the only one who got his love. (Y/N), of course, knew this and took advantage of it as much as she could, without pushing the limits and getting herself into danger.

“You’re the one talking, pipsqueak,” Sukuna said, shooting the girl an unamused glare. “Coming in the middle of the night to wake up this brat isn’t much better than what I’m doing.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes, walking past the curse and into Itadori’s room. Sukuna stared at her confused but before he could continue further, (Y/N) cut him off.

“Get in the room and close the door. If Gojo catches me out of my room at this ungodly hour of the night, I’m gonna be dead and if you get caught with me, it isn’t going to be taken lightly by the higher-ups.” The girl made her way over to the bed, making herself comfortable while Sukuna listened to her orders, even though he didn’t want to.

“That sounds like you’re the one who causes all the trouble here and not me.”

(Y/N) smirked, letting out a little chuckle. “And yet, I don’t care about that much.” She propped herself up, now in a sitting position. Sukuna rolled his eyes at her, sitting on the opposite side of the bed.

The two stared at each other in silence. What were you even expecting? Neither of them was used to being in each other’s presence. They barely interacted due to reasons outside of their control. (Y/N) went on missions a lot, barely spending any time in the presence of Itadori. When she did have time to hang out, Sukuna never actually spoke or came out and showed his presence. Sukuna didn’t want to talk because he did enjoy the company and anything he wanted to say at first would have just made her leave. (Y/N) didn’t want to speak up because of her poor social skills. Everything she knew about socialisation, which wasn’t that much, had been thrown out the window by the lack of contact she had with other people. To be frank, even if they sat in silence (Y/N) would have sat there until the moment she was tired. It was better than being alone in her room staring at the ceiling.

“Why’d you even come here in the middle of the night?” Sukuna spoke up, not wanting to leave the room silent. Unlike (Y/N), he hated the silence. He could not take it. When the curse was on his own, whether it be in the form of Itadori or inside of his domain, Sukuna didn’t mind it. He was left alone to his own devices and was able to do as he pleased, but being around another person in complete silence drove him crazy.

“Uh… I couldn’t sleep.” her body positioned herself in a sitting fetal position, resting her head on the top of her knees. “Yuuji lets me come to his room when that happens and we just chat about random things until I feel tired.” Both of them stared at each other, waiting for who was going to speak next. It was hard to keep the conversation going as of now, both of the participants carefully thought about their words as to not upset the other. Still, (Y/N) said something to fill the silence: “What about you? Why are you in control of Yuuji’s body?”

“I felt like it.”

(Y/N) blinked at him, not believing her ears. “That’s… that’s it?” she said in disbelief.

“Are you not satisfied with that answer, pipsqueak?” The man crossed his arms and lifted a brow. The girl crossed her arms as well, pushing her back against the wall behind her. She contemplated once more all the choices she could make at this moment, though, to an outside view, (Y/N) looked as if she was scared to say anything at all. Sukuna’s chuckle broke her out of her contemplative daze. “It’s boring inside of where I am for days upon days upon days. Sometimes I need to feel alive, even if it’s just switching with this brat and walking around his room.”

The girl let out a ‘hm’ sound, nodding to indicate she understood his reasons. Slowly, the two began having normal...ish conversations without the awkward pauses between topic and sentences. They began to slow as if they’ve been long term friends with natural progression. And as all natural progression goes, this became a regular thing. (Y/N) couldn’t sleep more often, Sukuna wanted to walk around the world more often, them talking happened more often. Though, these little meetings in the middle of the night that consisted of senseless trains of thought being put into words stayed secret between just the two of them. Not even Itadori knew that (Y/N) snuck into his room as often as she did. Yuuji knew and welcomed her coming to his room to speak to him when she needed company. There were times where she snuck in and Itadori was in his own body. The girl hated to admit it but she felt sad when she couldn’t speak to the curse inside his body. Indeed, she should have felt ashamed but something just didn’t let her. (Y/N) liked Sukuna’s company. Even with the… talks about not so good things he’s done that were bound to come up at some points in time.

There came a day where (Y/N) realised it. Realised that she, as a jujutsu sorcerer, shouldn’t feel the way she feels about him. He's done so much wrong. Why does it not bother her that much? She stared at the ceiling. Her thoughts haunted her throughout the day, not letting a moment pass without her thinking about it. It was obvious she wasn’t going to sleep tonight. Leaving to go talk to the curse, however, seemed to be a tiny bit paradoxical. Her worries were caused by him. She didn’t want to end the friendship they had built. Then again, was this really for the best? Were the talks really a smart idea? Was continuing to see him and forming an emotional bond going to bring anything but pain and sorrow?

Knock, knock, knock.

‘Who could be knocking on her door at 3 in the bloody morning?’ the girl thought to herself, getting up to answer the door. As soon as she opened it, she mentally slapped herself for being stupid. I mean who else could have it been other than the curse himself.

“I see you’re awake,” he said, “though, you decided not to come and talk to me.” A brow lifted on (Y/N)’s face.

“And you decided to come to me instead, huh?” she smirked at the man, moving to give him space to enter the room. “Have you started caring about me? Have you softened up to little old me?” she poked and teased him, trying to forget what she’d been thinking about moments before. Sukuna entered, only to stop in the middle of the room.

“I need to talk to you about something…” her heart stopped. ‘Shit shit shit and shit.’ her thoughts became quicker and her heart raced as if it were running a marathon she was not ready for. Why would she have said what she said? Was it that she got too comfortable around him. “What you said… about me caring about you…” he paused, trying to find the words to say. (Y/N) looked at him turned away from her, anticipating his next words. “It’s true… I am softer towards you than anyone else. In these past two months you... You’ve made your way to my heart. You make me feel. You make me feel,” he said quietly, fiercely, making (Y/N)’s heart skip a beat or two. He turned towards her, his face more serious than you’d want it to be in this moment. “and I don’t like it. I want it to stop. Now.”

(Y/N) blinked. Absolutely taken aback at his words. “I’m sorry, what?” She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. He confessed that he cared about her. That she made him feel a certain way. And yet somehow he’s rejecting her? Nothing makes sense. She didn’t even confess to him and she feels hurt. “I… don’t-”

“Why do I feel like this?” Sukuna cut her off and stared at her, hoping she would solve the problem with a few simple words.

“I- I don’t know why you feel like you do!” she squeaked out, still unsure what was happening, “I mean I don’t even know how you feel.”

“I don’t know either.” (Y/N) paused, lifting her hand towards his. Her eyes flicked towards his, silently asking permission to hold his hand. He squinted at her. For a man who claims to be a genius and has years and years of life experience, his social skills seemed to be lacking when we’re talking about kindness. The girl kept quiet, putting her hand closer. It gently touched his, sending a clearer message of what it was she wanted. Sukuna let out a slight ‘oh’, before embracing her hand into his. Her heart skipped a beat again. She cursed herself silently, understanding that she was feeling the same way as he was.

“What are we going to do, pipsqueak?” Sukuna asked her, confused out of his mind. It was rare that anyone saw him as bewildered as he was right now.

“We’ll… figure it out I guess…” a smile tugged at (Y/N)’s lips. It was terrifying, there’s a lot in their way and a lot of things they have to set straight, but for now, this seemed to be the most they could do.

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hqamore · 4 years ago

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boreal star ✵ chapter seven

with alina in the wind, general kirigan now has scramble to find her. the only person he has to get through is you.

series genre: romance & angst

series pairing: [past?] aleksander morozova (general kirigan) x reader

word count: 1.5k

warning(s): suggestive?

here’s the masterlist

when you regained consciousness, you attempted to open your eyes, quickly shutting them after being met with blinding lights. you felt aches all over your body. cold intrusions weighted your wrists as you shifted them, accompanied by the clanking of chains. you could hear the bustling crowds outside, conversations about the famed general kirigan being in kribirsk. the wind kissed your cheeks red when several masses moved into wherever you were being held (you presumed a tent).

“get up.”

not carrying for the tone, you pretended to sleep. after several moments passed, your chains were yanked. you fell onto the floor, your muscles pulsating in pain.

“what a lovely wake-up call.” you wrestled against the hands grabbing at you and, when you lost, were forced to sit up. “you know, i usually get to know someone before getting rough. we all have our kinks i suppose.”

a high-pitched giggle rang before it was muffled (not very well though). with a cleared throat, it ceased completely. you slowly opened your eyes to observe the room. a total of five bodies: zoya, ivan, a palace guard, a durast, and aleksander. you’ve gotten out with higher odds stacked against you.

“tell me where they went.”

you rolled your eyes and smirked. “unfortunately for you, my dear general, i’ve only sent them off. just told them to run far from ravka.”

your former lover glanced at ivan who shrugged. he breathed in deeply, clenching his fists. he squatted in front of you and called out to his subordinates. “leave us.”

one by one, they left the tent, zoya hovering by the opening with a nasty look on her face. you looked at her and winked. her lips curled into a sneer before she huffed away.

you returned your attention to aleksander who took the opportunity to come closer to you. you leaned back but failed, closed in by a bench. you watched as his hands rested on your knees. you tried to shake them off only for him to grip tighter as they climbed your legs. you met his half-lidded eyes, thrown off by the (scandalously) familiar gaze.

“what the hell do you think you’re doing?” you said, your eyes darting from his eyes to his lips.

a lazy smile took residence on his face, his tongue flitting across his bottom lip. “did you not miss it?”

feeling very confused and slightly mortified, you tilted your head away from him. “miss what?” you asked.

“our rendezvouses. how you could have me groveling at your feet with a simple touch. how i begged to use my mouth to please you,” he whispered. he rested his hands, kneading your inner thighs.

you scoffed. “did alina rejecting your advances give you brain damage? you really thought i would—”

your words were swallowed when his lips meshed with yours. you would be lying if it didn’t make you have butterflies. after being apart for years, you couldn’t tell if it felt right or nostalgic. stopping yourself from getting lost in the feeling, you shoved him away with your bounded wrists and bolted up. aleksander stumbled back, looking bewildered and distant.

“how dare you?” you spat. “trying to seduce me again for your stupid ambitions? let me be very clear, aleksander. you may have fooled me once, but there will not be a second time.”

you snorted and shook your head, a flurry of emotions rising in you.

“for thirty years, i wondered why i wasn’t enough for you? for fate? did i not follow you faithfully? did i not hang off your every word? did i not love you more than my own life?!”

furious tears welled as you heaved heavily. aleksander was still, his mouth parted, looking as if he wanted to say something. you couldn’t afford to give him the chance anymore. the stitches in your heart were breaking at the seams.

“i hated the world for so long for not giving me the powers you desired. i hated myself over things i couldn’t control. i knew for months that i was not your fated, your wistful destiny, but i stayed. i hoped that your words were empty and you said those things in a drunken stupor, but they say drunken words are sober thoughts. i was a fool to wish otherwise.

“the day i left was the day i stopped allowing myself to mourn over the fact that you were no longer mine. i finally saw my worth and decided that i would love someone else who would too.” you wiped away the tears that fell, then closed your eyes to prevent more from falling.

“did you?”

“what?” you whispered tiredly.

you heard him shuffle to stand, his shoes dragging against the carpet. “did you find someone else to love?” he weakly asked.

you made the mistake of opening your eyes. you took in his appearance—his red, glossy eyes that bore into you and the subtle way his frame wilted. you couldn’t decide whether to scoff at the audacity of him, acting as if he was the victim, or cry at the sight of his regretful posture. even through everything, a small part of you desperately wanted to believe him and embrace him, but you knew you couldn’t—that you shouldn’t.

“i did,” you said, avoiding his eyes.

“oh,” he breathed. “are you still...”

“we parted ways prior to my being here.”

he hummed softly and looked to the sky—like he was praying to the saints. “what if... i was being sincere? would you give me a chance to prove it?”

a scoff left you in disbelief, bitterness coating your voice. “you continuing to pursue your delusions is proof enough for me.”

with longing eyes, he stepped closer to you and captured your hands in his. he bent his neck to level with you. “what i’m doing… what i have been doing for the past five-hundred years… it’s all been to make ravka safer, to make grisha safer, to make you safer.”

you turned away, your will to not fall fading, only for him to tilt your chin towards him. he cradled your face in his palm, brushing away stray tears. “please, [y/n]. i admit, i made one of the biggest mistakes in my life not searching for you. i believed that you were a placeholder, someone to keep me satisfied until the sun summoner came. when you left, i realized how wrong i was.

“every single day, for 30 years, you were my first and last thought. how are they? are they safe? i hope no harm has come to them. [y/n], when you appeared before the king, you don’t understand how relieved i was to see you. at first, i was angry and spiteful at you for leaving me alone, but, as time passed and we fell into routine, my love resurfaced and won.”

you chuckled. “and what would you have me believe alina was? i saw it in your eyes at the winter fete. the same affection i once thought you held for me.”

“the winter fate?” he paused before smiling. “[y/n], you must’ve caught me thinking of you wearing that kefta.”

you grabbed his wrist and pulled it away from your face, the heavy chains grounding you. “you must think me stupid to believe that.”

then, aleksander looked grief-stricken. he fell onto his knees, his lips ghosting over your hands. “what do i have to do to make you believe me, [y/n]?”

you offered a sad smile. “destroy the fold… then, and only then, will i believe that your words aren’t pretty lies to trick me into complying.”

you turned as much as the chains could afford you. “please leave me be,” you whispered.

it felt like eons before you heard him move away. “there will be an expedition through the fold tomorrow. we are to escort foreign diplomats. so, rest up.”

wind rushed back into the tent as he left. once the tent flapped shut, you sank into the ground. tears streamed down your face as you pounded your chest, trying to relieve some of the sorrow. you hated yourself for even hoping that some of what aleksander said was true. you hated that, unlike what you wished to be, you were still easily manipulated by his charms.

i hate that i can’t hate you.

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unbeknownst to you, aleksander’s heart was rabid and his duplicity dissolved, almost like the kiss was a rush of cold water. he couldn’t find it in himself to deceive you—or himself—anymore.

at first, he was attempting to seduce you. but, when he had kissed you… it was like all those years without you were unreal. it was like he hadn’t lived in the moments where you weren’t there by his side. it was like he could finally let go of the breath he never knew he was holding.

he was a blind man who was given the gift of sight, a deaf man given the wonders of hearing.

he had never felt more stupid in his life. he already had his equal. [y/n] was there, presiding over his heart, and he was an idiot to believe what he felt for them was something akin to complacency.

“general kirigan!”

blinking, he looked up to see ivan running towards him. he raised an eyebrow questioningly.

the heartrender stopped by his side, leaning closer. “we found the sun summoner and the stag. should we bring them in?”

aleksander glanced back at your tent, then turned away ashamed. “bring them unharmed. bring the tracker too.”

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author’s babble: now, there’s a dilemma for me. i think i see two ways this can go. crack!fic-ish or no crack!fic-ish. i will keep the crack!fic-ish portion separate. if you’d like to read the alt route, you can start with this! it’s the alt route ending of chapter seven *:ﾟ*｡⋆ฺ(*´◡`)

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bokutosworld · 4 years ago

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i won’t say (i’m in love) | kageyama t.

pairing: kageyama tobio x gn!reader

wc: 1,935 words. fluff, high school crushes. hinata being a wingman lol.

summary: an encounter at kageyama’s favorite spot in school leads him to meet someone that makes him feel all sorts of confusing feelings.

a/n: so if it’s not yet obvious by the title, this was inspired by the song from hercules, i won’t say i’m in love :D this idea has been on my drafts for quite some time and i finally had the chance to work on it yaaay

The first time Kageyama saw you, you were in front of the vending machine he frequented.

It was lunch break, and with ten minutes left before the next period, he figured he could get his favorite banana milk. He was walking towards the area that hid the machine away from prying and hungry eyes. Kageyama was confident that no one was familiar with its spot, especially since the machine always seemed to never go out of stock of his go-to drinks. But boy was he wrong.

The instant that he rounded the corner, he heard the recognizable thud of the drink box falling and someone getting it from its confines. He took a peek and saw a glimpse of a student cheerfully sticking the straw to the pack, humming as they take a sip of the milk. With a contented smile, the student walks off and passes him, giving a side glance and showing off a smirk to Kageyama.

How odd, the setter thought. Though he didn't dwell on it for any much longer, opting to get his own share of the milk. However, when he stood in front of the machine, his heart lurched upon seeing the red light that indicated not available. Kageyama's eyes shoot wide open and he whipped his head towards the direction you went, sending a glare to your retreating back as he realized you took the last milk. Oh, he was furious and poor Hinata was on the receiving end of that sour mood for the rest of the day.

Since that unfateful encounter, Kageyama has been noticing your presence everywhere. And it was an understatement to say that he didn't find you annoying. He remembers how you went under his nose to grab that last box of milk and it still infuriates him.

Whenever you walk by in the hallways, he can't help but follow you with a pointed look on his face. To any outsider, Kageyama looked as if he was sending curses towards your way, at least that was what Hinata thought. But actually, the setter was trying to figure out who you were and why he hadn't seen you in the campus before that day. One day, his curiosity finally got the best of him and he asked Hinata about his concern.

"Huh? What do you mean you don't know Y/N," the orange-haired boy replied. Hinata gave his friend a puzzled look, and as if the cogs in his mind stopped turning, a teasing grin made it way to his face. "Ah, so that's why you've been looking at them like a madman recently. You're so dumb, Kageyama! How could you not recognize them, they're literally our class president."

Hinata was right. That time, Kageyama was dumbfounded when they returned to the classroom and saw you chatting with your friends in the corner. He was entranced by you and the way you were laughing at one of the jokes that he hit his hip in the sharp edge of the desk. He shrieked, causing you to turn your head towards him with worry cast over your face.

It didn't hurt that bad. He was massaging that spot on his hip when you silently stalked towards him. You stood by his side, placing a hand on his back and asking if he was okay. It took all of Kageyama's willpower not to lose his composure in front of you, but Hinata caught on his actions. In that moment, an idea popped up in Shoyo's mind.

"Hey, Pres," he put an arm around Kageyama's shoulders, wiggling his eyebrows at him. "Can I ask you a favor? Can you bring my friend here to the clinic and get his injury checked out? I'm sure it's only minor but we can't be too sure." Kageyama angrily nudged Hinata, a string of stupid, you idiot falling on his lips.

"Yeah, no problem. Come on, Kageyama, let's get you to the nurse."

He was immediately flustered. Kageyama swears his face has never felt that hot when you took his shoulders and wrapped them on your own, acting as his crutch as the two of you walked to the clinic.

Kageyama cleared his throat, his eyes looking at anywhere but you. "H-hey, I'm not completely paralyzed. I can walk on my own."

You laughed, "It's fine. You can rely on me sometimes, you know. Besides, I don't want our star player sitting out of the games." A moment of silence clouds over the two of you on the rest of the way, but just before entering the clinic, you say, "I know you love volleyball. You should enjoy it without any injury."

Kageyama thinks that maybe you were much more than a milk thief after all.

Hinata doesn't know what happened after he sent you and Kageyama to the clinic. But he has a slight idea about what changed when he sees that his teammate has been talking more to you at every chance that he gets, walking by your desk and starting up conversations when he can.

In mornings, he notices that Kageyama always has two packs of milk in hand. And when you enter the room, he sees how he lights up, a shy smile forming on his face as you wave a hand and walk to his desk. He couldn't believe his own eyes when he watches Kageyama give you the other milk and he comes to a conclusion that he bought it just for you.

In gym class, Hinata observes the way Kageyama is extra pumped up to be against you in the 100m dash activity. He sees the playful taunts he sends your way and how you gladly react to them and indulge Kageyama in his competitiveness. He honestly thinks Kageyama won't let you off the hook but he's shocked, when just a few centimeters away from the finish line, he fakes a trip and falls down on the ground. You pass him in high spirits, jumping up and down as you exclaim that you won against the King of the Court. And Hinata knows that the normal Kageyama would be pouting and pissed off at his loss.

But this wasn't a normal Kageyama. He figures that this was a Kageyama in love.

The pair was assigned to set up the net and prepare the gym before practice started. They were in the storage room getting the equipment when Hinata started teasing Kageyama about his little crush.

"I don't know what you are talking about." The taller boy strongly denied all the accusations that Hinata was throwing at him. "Just shut up and help me here."

Hinata chuckled like an evil villain and continued to spew obvious facts. "You give them milk every morning. You unconsciously make them laugh with your not so funny jokes. You look out for them during gym class more than their friends does. You make time before practice to say goodbye before they go home."

"So, what is your point?"

His friend smirked, "Kageyama Tobio, you have a crush."

Kageyama stood frozen, his hands went limp by his sides at the sudden realization. He was aware that in his recent interactions with you, he'd sometimes feel sick, like he'd get nervous around you, his breathing becomes unstable and his palms get sweaty. He has noticed it himself how the surroundings would turn brighter whenever you walked in the hallways or how his own heart would beat twice as fast whenever you were approaching him in his desk.

He didn't know what that feeling was called. He didn't want to give it a name. But Hinata just had to point it out. Frustrated that his friend called him out on his adoration for you, Kageyama stayed silent and started playfully punching Hinata. The poor boy was only saved when they heard footsteps come in, and Kageyama was quick to push Hinata away and avoid your gaze when you walked in.

Hinata was grumbling as he walked out of the scene, leaving you two some time to figure out your mutual feelings.

Kageyama immediately crouched down and hid his face on his hands, making you laugh at his awkwardness. He inquired in a muffled voice, "How much of that did you hear?"

You answered him truthfully, narrating the moment when you stopped to hide behind the doors was when you heard Hinata starting to tease him about his little crush. "I'm honestly flattered, Kageyama. Though I am also surprised that Hinata was watching us closely. Or should I be creeped out?"

He glanced up at you, standing from his position and going off on a tangent about how he also thought that Hinata was looking into things too much. He complained that instead of thinking about his love life, Hinata could've used that time to practice his spikes and jumps.

At this point, Kageyama was rambling and though you thought it was endearing, you needed him to pause and breathe. "Can you stop talking for literally ten seconds?" This seemed to work as he shut up and straightened his back, his eyes gazing straight into yours.

Kageyama realized, "Why are you here anyway?"

You smiled and brought out something from your pocket. "I wanted to give this to you." It was the banana milk that he loves. "I saw that it was the last one in the vending machine. I figured you'd want to have it. Have a drink before or after practice."

You thought it wasn't humanly possible to see eyes literally sparkling, but Kageyama was giving you proof of that as he excitedly took the drink from your hands. The corners of his mouth turned upward in a soft smile, and you thought that was the prettiest that he has ever been. He remembers the moment he first saw you and laughs, "You didn't have any problems before taking the last available milk for yourself."

It was your turn to get shocked, hiding a blush behind your palms. You also recall that incident, "Stop, I didn't do that on purpose. Was it my fault that they haven't restocked on that day?”

Kageyama scoffed, "Yeah, right." You pouted, crossing your ams on your chest as you looked away from him. "Thank you."

He has put the straw in the opening of the pack, taking a sip of the milk when you asked him for the second time. "So, you like me, huh?" Kageyama almost choked on his drink, and you laughed before patting his back to help him calm down. Some liquid were spilling from his lips and you were quick to wipe it with your hand. The action was enough to render Kageyama speechless, so he put some distance between the two of you.

You were taking some tissue from your bag to give to Kageyama when you also shared a confession of your own. "If it makes you feel any better, I like you too."

"I'm free this weekend. If you want to take me out a date, you know my number." He looked at you expectantly, the words yes, I'd love to go out with you resting on the tips of his tongue but he wasn't able to let it out. Because in a few seconds, you boldly took a step closer and pressed your lips to his cheek. His face felt warm and his heart was beating like crazy.

"I'll be expecting your call, Tobio."

In that moment, the feelings that he kept on a tightly closed lid were overflowing and it was the affirmation that he needed to know that he was already in too deep for you.

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sweetberrysmooch · 4 years ago

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HC: Call This The ‘Can This Man Cook’ Section

(….. I don’t think these men can cook 😔)

First post pog :D I wrote a majority of these super late at night, so please forgive and let me know of any mistakes you find <3 Also, it’s a little long lol

Characters: Dream, George, SapNap, Badboyhalo, Wilbur, Technoblade, Philza, Quackity, Fundy, Schlatt.

Warnings: None, except for a kinda risqué comment in Philza’s. Oh and I guess there’s mentions of eating meat in case someone wants the warning :3

Song Recommendation: I Love You So- The Walters

Hella fluffy! Hope you enjoy <3

From best to worst:

#1: BadBoyHalo-

Bad is the best at cooking on the server. He is the creme of the crop, absolute top one percent, king shit at cooking.

He can cook, bake, and temper chocolate perfectly, what more could you want?

His favorite to-go recipes are cheesy garlic bread and a special spicy chicken and rice recipe which he typically makes when the boys are over at his house for the night. When he’s with you he goes for something a little smoother, some mulled sweet berry cider with a smoked cod fillet, eaten under the light of candles while you quietly chat about life and your fellow friends. It’s always one of Bad’s most anticipated hangouts, and he’s very careful about planning when it comes to those days.

While he appreciates being complimented on his food or his skills, deep down he wants to have someone to cook and share his knowledge with so the cooking process becomes much richer. He’s cooked for so long and learned so much, but it means nothing if he can’t share it with another person. The moment you come to him and ask him for help on any kind of recipe, he’ll drop almost everything to help you.

Side note; he absolutely carried lunch and dinner for his fellow DTeam members. While Sapnap would mostly take over breakfast, Bad would be hounded by begging puppy looks from these adult men who couldn’t cook and kind of just sigh and get the ‘kiss the cook’ apron ready. It’s not like he hates it or anything, but the endearing factor kinda slips off after a few years of adult men groveling.

(Bad’s hands rest over yours, dwarfing them entirely as he helps you cut the pasta sheet straightly. “There you go!” He encourages, squeezing your hand gently and stepping away, moving back to dice the vegetables on the cutting board next to you. A comfortable silence falls, and with it comes something in Bad’s heart softening. The worries and exhaustion in his mind ease, and he slips into a contented routine of finely chopping and slicing. It’s been a while since he’s felt so calm. There’s nothing that can ruin this-

The front door slams open. Footsteps walk in and approach the kitchen and you both hear it,

“Baaaaaaaaad.” Bad cringes, taking a step back.

“Baaaaaaaaaaad, we’re hungry.” Sapnap.

“Yeah Bad, feeeeeeeed uuuuuuus.” George.

And then, from around the door frame, a white mask peeks in. Nobody says a word, but you can feel Bad deflate next to you like let go balloon.

“It’s alright, big guy.” You laugh, grabbing his forearm and leaning up against him. His sad puppy eyes make you smile a little, and you try to reassure him. “We can hang out alone another time. Let’s keep working on the pasta.” He sighs, but still returns your smile. “Yeah, another time.”)

#2: Philza

Sigh…. he can cook. Not quite as good as Bad can, but better than Quackity. A solid second place. It stems mainly from being so knowledgeable that he just knows and has tried so many different foods, but since he doesn't actually do much cooking, I'm making him a flaky second place.

Doesn’t mind cooking, but doesn’t love doing it either. He’s always focused on so many different things that he’ll forgo eating to keep working on what he’s doing. He mostly cooks for Techno and Ranboo or the few guests (you) they seem to receive. Makes great stew, and even better roasted chicken, is absolutely immaculate when it comes to cooking bird.

He didn’t teach Wilbur or Techno shit! I wish I could say it’s because he wanted to but just couldn’t, but he was literally like “hmm. Im a little busy now, maybe next year” every year!! But, this being said, if you ask him to make something with you or teach you how to cook a particular dish, he will agree to help you. Old age has really mellowed him out, and after certain events, he realizes he needs to stay a bit closer to those he cares about from now on.

He likes sweets well enough, and will always thank you for any gifts you make for him. Along with growing older, he’s had time to lose his pickiness he had in his youth. If he does end up cooking with you, he’ll prefer doing the harder recipes over easy ones. He will lose it laughing if it turns out bad, so don’t worry about any disappointment (his children make up enough of that ^^).

(“Now,” Phil starts, washing his hands quickly as you wait for him next to the cutting board. “Pufferfish needs to be prepared perfectly, or we will die when we eat it. But I don’t need to explain to you how a pufferfish works, now do I?”

When you shake your head no, he comes up behind you, tarnished wings bound and hair pulled up in a pony tail.

“The meat of a pufferfish is very delectable, and much better with a glass of wine.” He grins cheekily, “ If this works out well, which I’m sure it will, dinner will be delicious.”

It falls quiet for a second, and as your hesitantly looking over the fish that may be your last, you gasp when you feel him press up against you back and rest his chin on your shoulder. “Maybe there’ll be other delicious things to eat as well,” He murmurs into you ear, before leaning back and busting out laughing. Your face feels stupidly hot. Dilfza quest activated.)

#3: Quackity-

Quackity:

Quackity can cook. I know!! I’d say he’s like the third best cooker on the list. And he’s not half bad at baking either.

He likes making up stupid bad recipes and trying them out with you, even if at the end of it the one of you up chucks your damned creations the hour after. Despite his reigning need for chaos though, he knows how to make a decent amount of recipes and strives for praise when he’s actually putting forward effort. He’ll arrange little dinner dates (“A handsome man and his very pretty friend, good food made by yours truly, and La Chona, what do you say, baby?”) and will sit there with a 🥺 look on his face until you tell him if you liked it or not.

He tries to act like he’s unaffected by your words, but even a small, “That was really good.” will make him turn red and giggle like a schoolgirl. He tries to play it off, but it’s easy to tell he loves the complements. Will also never tell you anything you make is bad. You are a deity descended upon minecraft Earth and he is but your prettiest disciple who will uphold your honor and treat you like you should be treated!!!! But he’ll then promptly choose to help you with and guide you into cooking/baking better ^^; He loves you!

As for baking, he really likes making cakes because of how simple they can be. It helps calm him down when he can just slip into bake mode and follow a recipe and make something nice at the end of it. Speaking of, he also has a sweet tooth, but not quite as bad as Techno does. Any sweets or food you make for him is always eaten, and always held in high regard. Will try to entice you into feeding him 👀👀 so watch out.

(He’s doing it again. You try to avoid looking directly at the dopey lovesick smile Quackity has on his face at the moment, but as you lift the fork up, you get a better idea.

You look at him (to which he seems to melt a little under your gaze), look at the fork, and then back to him, raising the piece of cake up to his lips. His expression turns flabbergasted and his blush deepens.

He doesn’t seem to believe you for a second, until you nudge the cake close and flash him a smile. Then it’s like a switch has been flicked; he giggles, blushing, and eats the cake right off the fork. He’s gone back to smiling that silly smile again, this time even brighter, but it’s okay. You try to ignore the way your heart speeds up in your chest when he begs you for another piece.)

#4: Schlatt-

Another cooker~! He specializes with formal dinners more than anything else, and adores a good steak.

During his presidency, he didn’t cook very often. Quackity and you had to keep him fed through most of it, and the memory of watching you cook in his kitchen while he looked over work papers at his dining table leaves a mark on him, sealing a new crave for domesticity that he hadn’t ever wanted before.

Sometimes he would cook though. You, Quackity, and Tubbo would all gather around and eat together every once in a blue moon, when Schlatt was sober and calm. It feels tense at the table but also not in a way? Schlatt always seems to be chillest during dinner, a mix of the alcohol wearing off and the emphatic family feel that comes with Tubbo, Quackity, and you surrounding him.

He loves cake! It’s one of the few desserts he’ll eat, but you have to watch him closely or he’ll gorge himself of the treat. Indulge him and invite him to make a cake with you, and it will be one of the most interesting bakes of your life. How Schlatt got three eggs to stick to the ceiling is beyond you, but the look in his eyes tells you he’s completely fucking sober and hamming up his own cluelessness. You probably wouldn’t have even noticed if it weren’t for him hiding all the other eggs around your kitchen as well. How did he get one on the top of your door without it falling when you opened it? That’s between him and god.

Overall, a good 4th place on the list.

(“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Schlatt says, deadpanned, looking you right in the fucking eyes with an undisturbed egg sitting perfectly straight on his head.

“Where are the eggs, Schlatt.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Schlatt.”

“Yes.”

The container you kept them in is completely empty on your kitchen counter, once full of eggs but now reduced to a desolate husk of its former glory. Speaking of former glories, your president turns around, arms crossed and stands there silently.

You look around. Theres one in the door handle of in the pantry, another wedged between two slices of bread in your bread box, and- oh god. On the fucking ceiling. Three, stuck to the ceiling, unmovable. After a full minute of dead silence you manage a “What the fuck have you done?”, and Schlatt turns to look.

“Oh hey. There they are.” Your mind turns into a rock, shatters, and crumbles into dust.)

#5: Dream-

Honestly if you’re looking for edible food that tastes range from ok to good Dream is your man. 5th place.

He knows a lot of ‘depression era’ type recipes just because he’s pretty homeless and his man hunts don’t allow him much time to hone his skills. Stuff like bread or mushroom stew comes easy to him after so many times of having to do it on the run. Bread is the only baking he won’t screw up.

Can cook meat well enough too, but doesn’t really do anything special to it (besides his sauces).

To elaborate: Over the unknown span of his life, he’s acquired these recipes for forgotten and questionable sauces that he’ll store in little jars and leave at your house for you to use. They’re odd, and the ingredients aren’t ever what you think might be edible, but they’re surprisingly tasty none the less. He likes to show you a new one every month or so to keep things fresh.

Pretty general about sweets, but has a severe love for chocolate, especially dark chocolate. Has never had one, but dreams about chocolate cake. It’s high on his bucket list and written another four times over.

One of his favorite things to do with you is bake, mainly because of how ruinous it always turns out. No matter your skill, Dream’s vibes decimates any luck the two of you will have while baking. It’s scientifically proven. You left the cupcakes in for a minute-JUST a minute over what they should’ve been and they came out rock solid. Dream tried to eat one anyway. Best part was watching him try to bite through the shell.)

(He thinks he’s over selling it, half-gnawing on the brown cupcake (it was supposed to be vanilla, he thought) and making stupid growls when his teeth barely break through the surface, but the feeling he gets when you start laughing hysterically next to him wipes away any negative thought he had and fills him with utter joy.

It's very late into the night, and you’re both a little loopy, but all the while you still lean against him as you giggle, the spot tingling where your hand rests on his arm.

His heart thumps crazily, before sinking. Oh god. He’s in love with you.)

#6: Technoblade-

Knows a lot, but very little. He can cook the meat perfectly fine, but there’s a difference between being cooked and tasting good. He doesn’t know how to season them. Salt is the bare minimum you get.

6th place ^^; sorry king.

He’s good with potatoes though. I like to think that the countless hours spent potato farming had to account for something. He likes having cheese and butter on them every once in a while, but for the most part just eats them salted like an animal. It’s practically a show to watch him eat a cooked potato in three bites without anything but salt on it.

Big man loves food though, even if he doesn’t eat like it. Steak and cooked fish are high on his list of foods, but only if it’s cooked by Philza. And eventually you fall into his “I trust to eat this from you” category as well, but he has a special place in his heart for Phil’s cooking. Rabbit stew is at the very top.

He also eats a lot, being 6’10 and 200 something pounds of muscle, gotta consume quite a bit to keep him moving.

As for the sweeter variety of food, he’s got a massive sweet tooth. The moment you make him an apple pie or honey candy or anything of the like, he’s immediately enamored with you. Sweet things are hard to come by on the smp, especially with how far out he lives, but it’s a secret weakness of his that is very easily exploitable.

(You’ll be the death of him, he thinks, watching you closely as you trudge your way through the freshly fallen snow towards his house. Your normal pack is lighter than it usually looks, and he worries that you may slip and hurt yourself on the ice before you make it to the door. But still, you keep walking until you're standing at his doorstep, fist raised to knock when he opens it for you.

You look surprised for a second, and then a grin splits your face and his heart races.

“I can’t stay for long,” you say, having spent at least 30 minutes to get there. “But I wanted to drop this off for you before you went out to hunt again.”

Out of the bag, you pull another smaller leather bag and hand it to him gently. It rests heavy in his palm, and for a moment he’s sure it’s ender pearls that you’ve brought him. But still he opens it, and he’s immediately taken aback by the smooth golden candies you brought him.

“They’re honey candies.” At this point you’re practically grinning. “I thought you might like some while I was making them last night.”

He doesn’t have to see his own face to feel the deep blush setting in on his cheeks and ears. You…. you’re so…… sweet. You are very…. sweet, he admits to himself, and he is very not attached to you. Not at all.)

#7: Fundy and Sapnap tie.

Fundy-

Has his old man's cluelessness but is a fast learner. He doesn’t have much time to expand his food repertoire so it’s pretty much the basic stuff that he’s eaten during the war or before that when he was younger.

He really likes cooking though, and will invite you to come cook with him for dinner or lunch if he wants to hang out. When they were together, Dream had given him an old dusty cookbook that had several recipes he hadn’t ever heard of before, so that’s where most of what he tries to make comes from. His favorite to date was a special mutton dish that he asked you to try with him on his last birthday. It was just the two of you, but he had never had so much fun before.

Doesn’t like eating fish however, there’s just some bad vibe he gets when he thinks about cooking one or catching one. (Desperately ignores the fish fucker. Desperately ignores the fish fucker. Despera-)

Loves sweet berries as treats, seeing as that’s the only sweet thing he grew up with. Not too big on other sweet flavors. Likes honey in his tea though.

7th place cooker, will get higher as he learns more dishes.

(He raises his wine high with a laugh, clinking your glass with it as you both giggle drunkenly.

The lamb you had cooked together turned out amazing, juicy and tender and flavored with crimson fungus juice. The recipe was from an old cookbook he had, he faintly remembers telling you, hiding the fact that it was Dream’s cookbook that he was given after a particularly nasty argument.

He doesn’t want to think about him, especially not while he’s with you. Especially not when it’s his birthday.

So instead he ponders the trip through the nether he took with you to harvest some of the fungi, how the juice was tangy and slightly bitter, but how it had done wonders when basted onto the meat while frying.

You had looked so happy when you two plated the dish, so proud of him, all in a way that Dream never was.

Even now, as you tiredly smile at him from across the table, cheeks pink and eyes focused solely on the moment you were sharing, he feels at peace for once. This is what contentment felt like. Oh, how he loves you so.)

Sapnap-

Shame the shit cooker. Ok ok, he’s not as bad as some of the others on this list, but that’s just because he can make a half decent breakfast. It’s not much competition.

Bad has desperately tried to teach this boy some cooking besides eggs and toast, but the only things that seem to have stuck are mashed potatoes and grilled pork chops. Neither of which he even likes enough to make often.

He prefers fish to meat, and would eat any kind of cod you offered to him. Likes smoked salmon a lot, it’s something Bad made for him a lot when he was younger. He tries to recreate the dish, but comes up short and feels disheartened when it isn’t like Bad’s. He’d appreciate any time you took with him to learn how to make the dish, and it wholly sticks to his mind afterwards. He never forgets the experience, and treasures it very closely.

Likes not-sweet sweets. Not bitter per say, but just not very sweet. He likes chewy taffy in particular, but the old lady kind that lasts 60 years but gets hard in 6 minutes after being exposed to open air. Gotta be polite about it too, or he’ll end up embarrassed and pout for an hour.

(He’s eaten 6 of those fucking taffies since you sat down on the couch, completely straight-faced as the two of you of you listen to Dream and George talking.

At this point you’re completely checked out of their conversation, solely focused on the taffy Sapnap keeps eating. Where does he even get those? How many does he have?? You’ve been friends with him long enough to have seen him pop a taffy every other second of the day. He seems to have a stash on him at all times tucked away, filled with paper-wrapped pastel covered sweets.

“Want one?” Sapnap asks, holding out a light blue taffy with a little star drawn in yellow dye on the wrapper.

“What?” Startled, you lean back a bit and realize you had been staring him down as he ate, and flush with how rude that probably seemed.

“Want a taffy? I don’t mind sharing with you, cutie.” He winks and offers the taffy again. “....” You gaze at the taffy curiously. You’ve never seen him offer another person one of his precious taffies before. Hmm. “...Yes, thanks.”

You take it delicately, unwrapping the wrapper and taking a bite of it experimentally. It’s very lightly sweet, soft and chewy and surprisingly pleasant.

Sapnap watches you from the corner of his eye, softly smiling when he sees you eat the rest of it. Glad to see someone else has good tastes around here.)

#8. George-

Meager man makes a meager meal. I said what I said!!! This flatbread boy knows diddly squat, and the only things he can cook successfully are bread and mushroom soup. Which he will make. And that’s all he’ll make. Any food that isn’t that is cooked by either Bad or Dream, and he’s still picky about it.

He’ll make you the soup and bread ladies and gents. I’m not saying they’ll taste great together, but he will definitely make them for you. Anything else he’s pretty critical about, and he doesn’t care much for treats or dessert. He does occasionally like dark chocolate though, which he and Dream will beg Bad to make for them. Soon he begs you to make it for him, and then you have to go ask Bad how he makes it so George won’t complain about how it tastes different from Bads. It’s a weird situation. You make a lot of chocolate. Dream and George linger at your house for weeks on end until you get fed up and shoo them away with a broom.

To his credit, even though he can’t cook much, he’s really proud of his mushroom stew. Any time you let him cook, his go-to is his mushroom stew. He likes to feed you and know that you’re not hungry somewhere, and to top it off he gets to show you his prized dish; not Bad’s or Dream’s stew, but his. He’s cute or whateva…

(George places the bowl down in front you, stepping back and turning to grab his own, before sitting down next to you. He immediately begins to eat, and you give him a half glance as you bring the soup up to smell it.

It… doesn’t smell that bad, actually. Not burnt, at least. You spoon some of the soup into your mouth.

Despite all you’ve seen of George’s cooking, this is pretty well made. It’s nice and warm, and the flavors are rich and the mushrooms soft. You choose to ignore the small smile of his face next to you, and keep eating your soup quietly together.)

#9: Wilbur

Wilbur can’t cook for shit. Literally nothing. This man knows apples grow from trees and that animals are made of meat and that’s it.

You think Wilbur made any of his food when he was president or exiled or ever? Not a chance. He ate anything given to him, Tubbo and Tommy absolutely brought this man all the food they could find so he wouldn’t get eat straight trash or starve throughout the presidency. Techno slid him bare cooked potatoes in Pogtopia and he thought “oh this slaps….. this is the pinnacle of food”

Which I know, not really sexy. But! This means that the moment you feed him something a step up from a bare cooked potato he is in food heaven. He especially loves saucier kinds of foods with lots of flavor and spice to them, it’s just so fucking good. Food becomes his kryptonite after you feed this silly man.

With sweets, however, he isn’t that much of a fan. He does like those small lemon creme crackers, and you and da boys are the only ppl he’ll share them with.

(You hear him before you see him. The familiar clambering at your window draws your attention away from the pork you were dicing, and one look over your shoulder shows a disheveled but grinning Wilbur.

“I hope I’m not too late for dinner.” He jokes, brushing off his pants before approaching you to press a kiss to your temple. Soon after that you hear another set of clambering, and two pairs of stomps reveals one Tommy and one Tubbo respectively.

“What’s for dinner tonight, mate?”

“Hope you don’t mind if we join in!”

You sigh, turning back to hide your smile before they can see it.)

// Hope you enjoyed! I might write a pt2 of this later with some other ppl in it lol we’ll see :3

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Chapter 1 Page 1 It's no exaggeration to say that the name "Li Zeyan" has run through my entire high school era. This "evil fate" probably starts with a 31-point Chinese test paper. I'm Gao Qishan, only 17 years old at that time, but there are so many things that usually interest me. Games, animations, and football are nothing compared than reading a book in a room. But hey, it's a pity that my dad doesn't think so. "I only scored 31 points in the Chinese test, and I'm still here with a hippie smile!" In the study, the old man blew his beard, looking disappointed, "How can my son be so useless!" Page 2 "Your son is very capable. I was the MVP of the basketball game last night!" "Your PPP is useless! You are in the second year of high school, not the second grade of elementary school! You have a 31-point score and you have a face to play basketball? You don't have any shame or a competitive spirit. Do you not want to go to college anymore?!" . I was about to reply impatiently, the old man took out a magazine from somewhere, poked his hand at the cover and yelled at me: "Look at the person. He founded the company at the age of 20. In just two years, he has been on the "Business Rising Stars" cover interview! Look at yourself again, someone who is almost 17 years old and does not have the realization of it, do you want to be in the worst generation in the future, ah?!" Page 3 I'm not happy to hear this: "What's so great about starting a company? Your son, I will start a company in minutes!” "I'm almost out of school, and I started my own company? Oh, I'm going to be better!" The old man raised his head, and the thick magazine almost hit my handsome face. "Learn from others, and don't give me daydreaming here!" Page 4 I grabbed this "Business Rising Stars" with enthusiasm. A decent young man in a suit was looking ahead through the photo. On the cover was a striking headline: "Li Zeyan, an astounding leader in Lianyu City.” "This title is exaggerated!" Even if I was taught by Lao Gao, I was inexplicably better compared with this Li Zeyan, and I just threw the magazine under the sofa. Who wants to learn from him? Just looking at it is a tarnish to my ability! Page 5 But somehow, at night I tossed and turned and I couldn't fall asleep! The more I closed my eyes, the more uncomfortable I was, what did Li Zeyan do. When I turned over for the 100th time, I suddenly sat up. It was a task by old Gao to read the magazine anyway, so I decided to retrieve the magazine and just take a look. After sneaking into the study room, it took me a long time to find the magazine in the innermost part of the sofa. Page 6 "... Although Li Zeyan is only 22 years old, he is already the president of Huarui, an emerging medium-sized company in Lianyu City. Starting from scratch, he started from a small office to now has hundreds of people. Every step he walks is particularly solid and decisive. Li Zeyan’s way of business is beyond ordinary. He is like a lion, born with a King's aura." All these compliments just for this, isn't it just descriptions of someone starting their own company? I just haven't paid much attention to reading. Just relying on my ingenuity, and getting a high score on the tests, it is absolutely nothing when it comes to starting a company. Hmph, just you wait. Chapter 2 Page 1 The university in City A is not only one of the top five in the province, but also the top five in the country. It is a university that I, Gao Qishan was admitted to dignifiedly! How about that, I said I'm absolutely fine. In a blink of an eye, the freshman year has passed. In the past two years, I have also paid a little attention to Huarui. The development has been okay, it has not closed down, and the scale has doubled. It's just normal development. Is it worth the old Gao's praise from time to time? Every time he flipped through a financial magazine and sighed, "You are so young, so good", it sounds a bit too much. Page 2 As the saying goes, "Seeing is believing", I think this sentence is right. Taking advantage of the summer vacation, I decided to apply for Huarui's summer internship to see in person how the company is, just not to waste my talents and financial knowledge. Soon I entered the building, but how can the interviewer in the middle feel a bit familiar, the more I look at it, the more I recognize... Wait, isn't it exactly Li Zeyan?! What's happening, is Huarui going bankrupt? Why is the president personally do the interviewing for the summer interns? Page 3 "Manager Chen has something to do, I happen to be free." Probably my shock expression was too obvious. Li Zeyan flipped through the information at hand and looked up at me blankly. "Gao Qishan? First, briefly introduce yourself." I don't know what's going on. I was so startled by Li Zeyan that I couldn't help but straighten up. After swallowing my throat, I mobilized all my attention, took a deep breath and said, "Hello, my name is Gao Qishan, and I am a freshman in the Department of Economics and Management of the University of City A..." Page 4 After introducing himself, Li Zeyan asked a few more related professional questions. This kind of small question is nothing to me. It seems that Huarui’s interview is nothing more than that. He occasionally knocked his fingers on the table subconsciously, and asked with a deep gaze: "Why do you want to come to Huarui for an internship?" The continuous response made me more and more relaxed. I changed my sitting position and quickly thought about how to deal with this new question. Judging from previous information, Li Zeyan is a person who likes to win at everything. He should appreciate the kind of answers that seem extraordinarily confident, right? Page 5 After carefully thinking about this, I straightened my back and raised my chin and said: Although Huarui is quite a new company, it has grown at an amazing speed, and the achievements it has made so far are obvious to all in the industry. And although I am a freshman student, I think I have a very strong learning ability. In this regard, I have a lot of similarities with Huarui. Therefore, I think Huarui is very suitable for me and will definitely make me grow faster. Of course, I can definitely give back the same freshness and vitality for Huarui. With a confident smile, I finished my speech and waited quietly for Li Zeyan's nod. But to my surprise, a few seconds later I was greeted by a frown from Li Zeyan. Page 6 "It seems that you have confidence in yourself. To be a man and to do things really requires self-confidence, but everything must be controlled." Li Zeyan stared at me and said in a hurry, "Only by maintaining reflection and introspection can we truly make progress." I understood his words, and my face flushed. A few days later, I really received a notice from HR (Human Resources) and I didn't get hired. Page 7 Although I had a foreseeable result from Li Zeyan's remarks, when I really received a reply and recalled the interview scene, I was still very angry. After my sophomore year, I went back to the final exams and tried to fight for the first place. I'll make sure that my ambitions are not just mere words. I have written down the "new hatred and old hatred" on my notes. I will definitely use the shortest time to create my own territory, leaving Huarui far behind! Chapter 3 Page 1 Today is the first day of my "Yuanshan Group" moving to a new building. Morning light came in from the spacious floor-to-ceiling windows, and I stood by the desk, proudly holding on to the brand-new office chair. In the next semester of the junior year, I used the dividends I participated in the project as the start-up capital, and I didn't need a penny higher than the old one, so my "distant mountain" just rose from the ground. Isn’t it just 20-year-old to start a company from scratch? What's the difficulty? When I founded Yuanshan, I was exactly 21, and the rounding is almost the same as Li Zeyan. Because of this, my old man, Lao Gao stopped training me long ago, and I guess he must have praised me secretly. Page 2 In just a few years, Yuanshan has grown from a small company of eight people to a scale that now occupies a seven-story high-end office building, and the suffix has also changed from "company" to the word "group". To be honest, my founder is very satisfied with Yuanshan's growth. Although there is still a certain distance from Huarui, after all, they are also developing along the way, but it doesn't matter, I am still young, and sooner or later I can catch up. It didn't take long before the opportunity to "catch up" came. Page 3 I was originally interested in the land to the north of Lianyu City. When I heard that Huarui was also planning to bid on that land, I became more interested. The Lianyu Municipal Government intends to develop the somewhat hindered northern side. At present, construction has begun to build a crossing bridge and a shopping mall, and this piece of land is nearby. "It is more than enough to build a six-star resort with 18,000 square meters and the supporting facilities can be added. Maybe Huarui made the same idea." I have paid attention to the recent developments of Huarui and have invested in four resort hotels one after another. The senior management of the company also agreed that the land is worthwhile, and if it can be won within the highest valuation of 89 million yuan, it should make a profit without losing it. Page 4 A month later, I came to the auction site with confidence. Sitting in front of me at ten o'clock is Li Zeyan, the president of Huarui in a suit and leather shoes. After a few years of absence, I can finally compete with him. On the stage, the auctioneer gave an impassioned introduction to the land, and then said in a melodious tone: "The starting price is 35 million, and the auction will begin now!" As soon as the voice fell, several companies immediately raised their signs. But my opponent is Huarui. It is still early, so I have to wait for Huarui to make a move. Page 5 When the bidding became increasingly fierce, Li Zeyan finally raised his placard for the first time: "60 million." The opponent finally appeared, and I immediately raised the number plate: "61 million." As if he was just encountering an ordinary bidder, Li Zeyan never answered with words, but raised his placard again: "70 million." I continued to chase: "71 million!" Side to the front, Li Zeyan seemed to raise his eyebrows slightly. After a few seconds, he raised the number plate again, and said: "80 million." Page 6 "81 million!" As if finally realizing my bite, Li Zeyan glanced at me slightly sideways, then he raised the number plate, the noise was low and clear: "90 million." This figure has already exceeded the company's highest valuation, and the assistant quietly tugged on my sleeve, beckoning me to forget it. But if I really give up on this, I still feel no sigh of relief in my heart. The auctioneer has already shouted in front: "90 million twice." Page 7 "100 million!" My voice came out, at the last moment. Of course, Li Zeyan finally gave me a straight look. I watched his hand nervously, and saw that the number plate was never raised again, and the auctioneer had already shouted excitedly: "One hundred million! Yuanshan Group has come out of one hundred million! One hundred million once! Three hundred million!, make a deal!" Page 8 Finally got it! Such a valuable piece of land I believe it will be a great help to Yuanshan, and it’s just around the corner to get rid of Huarui. I didn't even consider the cost of 100 million yuan. I just felt that my body was comfortable and exuberant, and the bright prospects were beckoning me. When Li Zeyan passed by me, my triumphant pride couldn't stop. "Thanks to Mr. Li for the bidding this time." Page 9 Li Zeyan put his suit jacket on one hand, and passed by me. I thought he would argue with me back, but Li Zeyan just raised his eyebrows uninterested, and then strode away without looking back. Okay, as the winner of the auction, I allow the loser to occasionally gaffe. Just when I was gearing up to do a big job, the Finance Department urgently sent a bad report. Due to my "passionate bidding", Yuanshan's capital chain suddenly had a problem. Chapter 4 Page 1 I urgently convened a high-level meeting, and after several discussions, the best solution at present turned out to be to invest in Huarui! Personally speaking, I have a hundred reluctances in my heart. Not long before the auction, I took the initiative to bow to Hua Rui. Didn't that slap me in the face severely. However, the cruel reality lies in front of us. Yuanshan is not only my own person, but also the collective effort of hundreds of employees. To let Yuanshan survive this crisis steadily, I can only and must "take the initiative to surrender" to Huarui. Forget it, "vote" just "vote"! Although it was a mistake in my decision-making this time, Yuanshan's development prospects are so good that Li Zeyan should never not invest as long as his eyes are correct. Page 2 However, the negotiation process is still more difficult than I expected. It is not that Huarui has no intention to invest, but almost all the conditions listed are on the lowest line of the distant mountains. "If I remember correctly, the creditworthiness of Huarui's previous investment in the gaze lock company is not very high." I fought hard against the low pressure, and Yuanshan's creditworthiness has always been in the top four in the industry. "...with Yuanshan's creditworthiness Huarui's right to speak will definitely be improved. I think Mr. Li can think about it again." Page 3 "Do you think you are still eligible to negotiate terms with me?" Li Zeyan straightened his mouth, exuding deterrence, "...Huarui Investment in Yuanshan is not for charity, and has no obligation to pay for your suicidal behavior." He raised his hand and glanced at his watch, with a hint of impatience on his face: "Think carefully about it yourself." The long negotiation was finally over. Although Yuanshan and Huarui finally reached a cooperation intention, the whole process failed me. I thought I was about to be on the same line of competition with Li Zeyan, but I was beaten back to the former "interviewer" again. Page 4 By the area downstairs in Huarui, I was smoking a stuffy cigarette, and suddenly there was a faint sound of footsteps behind me. It turned out to be Li Zeyan. Although he was still expressionless, the murderous aura and arrogance from the negotiations seemed to have diminished. Li Zeyan steadily walked to my side: "Gao Qishan, I remember you once came to interview for a summer internship." I didn't expect Li Zeyan to take the initiative to speak. I was surprised. He said: "Several years have passed, and it seems that self-confidence is increasing." If it wasn't for my lose, I stood up slightly: “Although I made a mistake this time, as far as the strength of Yuanshan is concerned, I have the capital to be confident." Page 5 "Yuanshan's strength is indeed pretty good, but don't rush to eat the cakes that you can't eat for the time being. Being high is far from a long-term plan for enterprise development." Li Zeyan said lightly, and took out a card from his pocket and handed it to me, "There will be a practical business forum in Lianyu City next week. You can come and listen when you have time." A practical business forum? What do you mean, is he mocking me for being too pragmatic? The inexplicable enthusiasm and self-esteem suddenly appeared, and I blurted out: "Mr. Li, even if Yuanshan is really not as good as Huarui now, there is no need to humiliate people like this, right?" Page 6 Li Zeyan frowned: "What are you talking about?" He paused, his eyes sinking, "I thought you would be an opponent you could look forward to, but I didn't expect the vision to be just like that." Without additional explanation, Li Zeyan turned and walked away after speaking. I was stunned, looking at Li Zeyan's steadily leaving behind, I couldn't help but relive the conversation just now in my mind. Could it be that Li Zeyan meant that because he regarded me as a potential opponent and hoped that this opponent could become stronger and more competitive, did he propose to let me participate in the business forum? Page 7 That's right, it seems that only such an explanation can make sense! Thinking of this, I couldn't help blowing a whistle. After all, it was an "imaginary enemy" and pursuit of goals since the age of 17, which can be affirmed and recognized by Li Zeyan. It is simply an easter egg that comes with the negotiation, and it is worthy of the old man to praise me ten times. I was being silly and happy. Suddenly my fingers hurt, I have forgotten about my cigarette that was about to burn my fingers! Chapter 5 Page 1 With Huarui's capital injection, Yuanshan passed the crisis steadily. After more than half a year, the foundation of the resort has gradually taken shape. Just when everything seemed to be going in a good direction, early this morning, the news of "the crash of the president of Huarui" directly bombed all major platforms. Reminiscent of the so-called "homicide list" that was suddenly leaked on the internet a few days ago, I inexplicably feel that these two things may have some connection. Who on earth wants Huarui to sink in the water? Wait a minute, which company announced the list. Could it be that their person in charge is secretly playing tricks? Page 2 Before I could find anything out of my investigation, within a few days, the news of "Which company claims that Huarui has maliciously acquired a large number of pharmaceutical companies" once again detonated all platforms! "Deliberately monopolizing the pharmaceutical market will inevitably cause the price of medicines to rise, which is obvious." "Just for profit, this behavior is very bad!" "Even Huarui's own workers and can't stand it, which shows how terrible Li Zeyan's actions are!" Page 3 Opinions on the Internet are divergent, and public grievances are boiling, and they all accuse Huarui. But I don’t believe it. Although I have only met Li Zeyan several times in person, for so many years, because I have always regarded him as an opponent and target, I have studied Huarui and Li Zeyan’s behavior more than anyone else. The nonsense on the Internet, I don't believe a word! I browsed the web quickly, staring at the almost identical title and searched viciously. Page 4 "Huarui’s reputation plummeted, Li Zeyan fell into a situation where everyone was clamoring and angry, and the heads of the company was clearly cut off from him." In the video, the host's voice kept ringing into my ears. All the signs made me firmer in my previous thoughts: It must be looking at which company is crossing the river to demolish the bridge! I immediately called the assistant to the inside line: "How much do you hire me for a large number of naval forces? How many can you hire? How many! That's right, I have to spare no effort to clarify for Huarui, and by the way, I will focus on the company. Going right now!" I know that this "bad strategy" and only a small help but I haven't beaten Li Zeyan righteously, how could Huarui have an accident in such a situation! What I want is not the taste of winning without a fight. Page 5 Probably because of anger, I couldn't help but send a message to Li Zeyan: The outside world said that Huarui's energy is exhausted. You will not be reduced to the point where you still need to borrow money from me, right?" This message was sent, and I did not expect Li Zeyan to reply to me. However, when it was almost midnight, I suddenly received an email from Huarui. ‘Huarui has always been a responsible company, and will do what it says without fear of any storms. Now everything is running normally, you don't need to worry about it.’ Signer: Li Zeyan. Page 6 Looking at this email, I couldn't help but smile in the middle of the night. Also, Huarui has always been fighting steadily, and Li Zeyan has never fought unprepared battles. Maybe he is playing a big move. Otherwise, how can I say that he is my respectable and close opponent! As for my secret match with Li Zeyan. Give me another three or four years to see who wins and who loses.

#rumors and secrets Victor #mr love queens choice #mr love queens choice victor #love and producer #love and producer li zeyan #mr love victor

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jacobmybeloved · 3 years ago

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For the prompts, #3 for Anton 😭 I feel like he'd want to marry his s/o but couldn't because of the publicity.

hi ! oh wow i didn't expect those prompts to take off so fast but here you go anon! i hope you like it! <3 (today honestly is my first time doing prompts at all so it's all very new to me i'm sorry lmao ahh word vomit, okay here we go!)

Today was your third anniversary. Or at least it should have been. You knew the complexities of being the president’s significant other would be highly intricate, but you did not realize the emotional toll it would take on you in the regard that there was the possibility your union would never be officiated.

There was never any doubt that you were an equal to Antón Castillo. It was part of the reason why he gravitated to you in the first place. It was rare for him to find someone so outspoken, so unyielding. It provided him a challenge, and you were more than eager to provide the chase for the lion.

What you did not condone was the level of intricate dances you had to perform to avoid the glaring spotlight of hungry journalists, possible political scandals, and even Yara’s own Maria Marquessa who watched you like a vulture waiting to seize you at any short sign of weakness.

The hiding sometimes became too much, so you often found yourself walking the grounds of Isla de Leon. You particularly enjoyed the court yard for it’s lush greenery, and sight of the city skyline. You sat amongst the fountain, watching as the sun began to poke it’s rays over the horizon. It painted the sky with soft hues of pastel oranges and pinks, welcoming a new day over Yara.

The quiet was so tranquil, you did not notice the approaching footsteps.

“I thought I might find you here.” He says.

You don’t need to look to feel the commanding presence of Antón Castillo himself. He carried a certain aura about him. An undeniable sense of gravity that pulled you to him in the first place. The same one that kept you here despite years of empty promises that one day things would change.

“Are you still upset, mi querida?”

You inhale deeply and sigh, “Not upset. Just...decepcionada.”

You look at him with heavy eyes, “How long must we wait? Yara is yours. You are a king among kings my love. I simply want to be known by you. To be known as your one and only.”

You reach out ot him, wanting to feel his warmth, feel his strength. Sometimes it feels like he’s slipping away, but you know just as you were pulled to him, he was undeniably drawn to you. He takes your hand into his. He bent down and kissed the top of your hand. It tickles and you smile softly as he sits beside you.

“Believe me, I want nothing more than to have you as my reina. Mi sol y estrellas.”

“But?” You ask, knowing where this conversation was headed.

His lips thinned as he looked out to where you had originally been looking - across the ocean and towards his crowned jewel Esperanza.

“There is much to be done first.”

You purse your lips but nod solemnly, “I understand.”

You go to stand but he pulls you back down gently.

“That is not to say others must know right away…” He stood up and knelt down before you.

Your eyes widen as he reaches into his breast pocket on his jacket. Even as the sun was barely born anew, it’s ray glistened off the diamond ring that he presented to you.

“There will be a time for us when we can let the world know. I promise you that.” He said.

He takes your hand into his, kissing it again, “But for now, I need to know if you can wait for me until then.” He slips the finger on your left ring-finger as he looks at you expectantly.

You bite your lower lip as you painfully gaze at him with mixed emotions. You see the hope in his eyes, but also the ready disappointment. If time was what he asked for, then you would happily oblige.

Afterall, this was between the two of you. And that was all that mattered.

“So long as the sun rises, and the stars fall,” You say, “I will wait till the end of time for you.”

The smile he gives you before he kisses you is worth a thousand sunrises. And more.

#far cry 6 #writing prompt #writing ask #writing request #anton castillo #anton castillo x reader

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saratogaroadwrites · 2 years ago

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For King and Country (7/122)

(A retelling.)

Morning in the sky pirate base came quickly. Khunbish and his partner had dumped Evan and Roland in an out of the way corner and, unwilling to wake their boss so late in the night, had said they would be dealt with come sunrise.

Sunrise had come and gone over what had to be an hour ago. Sitting on the hard stone in the shadow of one of the many wooden huts, Roland shifted his weight. Grateful as he was to not have to deal with the aches and pains of his true age at this moment in time, he was stiff and sore. His head still ached, a pounding in his temple from where he’d been whacked over the head, but a night of dozing had taken the edge off.

Poor Evan, on the other hand, looked like he hadn’t slept a wink. His tail was wrapped tight around his waist, and his eyes darted from pirate to pirate. He sniffled every now and again, ears pressed flat to his head.

“What do we do now, Roland?” He asked in a trembling voice. His hands were still shaking. Roland scooted over until they were shoulder to shoulder, unable to do much more than that, and turned over Evan’s question. The obvious answer was to wait, to see if they had a chance to escape, but that led to another question: Did he think they’d get out of this?

No. Not without a miracle. If Khunbish was to be believed, there was a bounty on Evan’s head and it was dead or alive. Roland wasn’t naive enough to believe that would be a low bounty. Returning him to Mausinger alive might curry them favor with the new ruler of their neighbor, but dead would be simpler. He grimaced. Evan deserved the truth but that was…a bit much.

“I’m not sure,” he settled on, and something grabbed his heart and squeezed as Evan buried his face in the wool of Roland’s sleeve to try and hide his whimper. “But if you get a chance, run.”

Evan jerked his head up and opened his mouth.

“Alright, you two, on your feet.” Khunbish said suddenly, striding over from a knot of pirates. “The boss’ll see you now.”

Evan whimpered low and faint, then got to his feet. Roland followed him up as Lofty’s struggles started anew, his yelling that he should go with them following the pair as Khunbish led them up the path towards the largest hut in the little base. Sky pirates of all frames and faces stared at them, doubtless the most interesting thing they’d seen all year. There were even a couple of young children watching them with unbridled interest, but no one dared to follow as Khunbish led them into the hut.

Roland had to blink a few times to make his eyes adjust from the bright sun of the outside, but when his vision was clear again he struggled to keep himself from staring. The hut was sparsely furnished, a low bed on one side of a firepit and some cushions on the other. It was from one of these cushions that a man rose, and what a man he was.

“Here they are, Boss,” Khunbish said, ducking back out into the sun. “Just like you asked.”

Batu was a giant of a man, standing a good head and a half taller than Roland, with a barrel chest and muscled arms that could have broken a man’s neck without even trying. Dark green eyes resting under bushy brows glared down at them no trace of warmth or understanding, and Roland was struck by the thought that Tani must have taken after her mother.

“So,” he rumbled low, the large fangs strung on a thick cord around his neck clicking and clacking as he moved, “What do we have here?” He looked Evan and Roland, both dusty and scraped from a night outside, up and down. “The failed King and his bodyguard, eh? Wanderin’ suspicious like in the Canyon, or so I hears it.”

“With good reason,” Roland started politely, trying to get off on the right foot. Tani had called her father a reasonable man, and he hadn’t started this by pointing a weapon at them. Negotiations could still work out. “Please, hear us out.”

“We were just leaving!” Evan burst out, “We only needed passage to the Cradle of Light! We weren’t going to bother you!”

“Ye caused bother the second ye set foot on Sky Pirate turf, lad,” Batu rumbled not unkindly. “’Tis a violation o’ the Code—one that carries the penalty of death!”

Roland bit back a snarl. He shifted his weight to half shield Evan from sight.

“No exceptions!” Batu continued, “Ye both’ll be dashed on the rocks at the bottom of the Canyon just like all the rest. The Code must be obeyed and the carrion crows must be fed!”

“You’d really do that to a child?” Roland asked sharply, holding his head up high. “No mercy at all?”

“Are yer ears stuffed with cotton, lad?” Batu tossed his head to the side, long hair drifting behind him. “No exceptions. ‘Sides,” he looked at Evan then, half peering out behind Roland’s arm. “Even if this one wasn’t carryin’ a bounty, he’s too old to take in and raise as one of us.” He shook his head. “No. A quick death it’ll be for the both of ye, and not a moment too soon. Be a sight better than what the rat intends.”

Roland didn’t bother to hold back his snarl any longer. He took a step towards Batu.

“B-Boss!” One of the pirates from the night before—not Khunbish, the other one--burst into the hut, heaving for breath, “It’s Mistress Tani! The Wyverns have taken her hostage!”

“Wha—” Batu began, eyes wide. Roland frowned as the man continued,

“They say they’ll let her live, but only if we pick up sticks and promise to never return!”

“The devils!” Batu shouted, driving Roland back with sheer volume alone. The pirate leader shook a fist in the air. “Pick on a mere slip of a girl, would they? The cowards!” He threw his fist aside, beginning to pace. “But if we desert this here base, we’ll be sittin’ ducks for any and all who choose to come at us! The lousy lizards’ll slaughter every man, woman, and child!”

Suddenly, he stopped moving and shook his head. “It won’t do,” he said in a much quieter tone, as if he’d forgotten the two captives were in the hut with him. “She may be my only daughter, but the needs of the one can’t outweigh the many.”

Roland frowned, stomach twisting. What was he expecting? Logical as it was, this was coming from the man who had been ready and willing to toss Evan to his death just moments before. Sacrificing his own daughter…Roland grit his teeth, body flush with anger.

“B-but she’s…” Evan began, only to trail off as Batu shook his head.

“She’s the blood of my blood, is what she is,” He said in that same low rumble, “If the boot were on the other foot, she’d do the same.”

“B-but Boss,” The pirate began from the doorway, then quailed as Batu lifted a hard glare onto his man.

“Hold yer tongue!” he shouted, “I’ve made me decision!”

“But you can’t just leave her to die!” Evan said firmly, stepping out from behind Roland before he could stop him. Batu turned on the boy who rushed to say, “If none of you will go, I--I will! I’ll rescue her!”

Roland stared at him. Where had this sudden burst of courage come from? Batu seemed to be asking the same question because he stared in silence. Taking the silence for a ‘no’, Evan took another step forward.

“Please, Chief Batu,” he pleaded, “You have to let us try!”

“And what’s in it for you?” Batu asked, “Somethin’ tells me good will and gratitude ain’t all you’re after, laddie. What’s to stop you from runnin’ the second we slip those shackles off?” He looked to Roland then. “What say you we keep your friend here as insurance?”

Oh, no. Evan was learning, but he wasn’t ready. Not for that. “Not happening.” Roland took a step forward, coming to stand beside Evan. “Where he goes, I go.” Roland said firmly.

Batu just laughed, his head thrown back. “Like this is some afternoon excursion?” Laughter fading away, Batu scoffed. He leaned into Roland’s personal space. “Don’t make me laugh. Playin’ at bodyguard and bringin’ him here? Ye’re playin’ with lives, boy.”

Roland grit his teeth so hard his ears started to ring. Clenching his fists, he glared up at Batu.

“Like you play pirate chief?” he asked in a voice as cold as ice. Batu blinked. Roland pressed on. “Your own men don’t think you’re worth listening to, and your daughter said you were a reasonable man. But you know what I think?” He narrowed his eyes. “I think that Tani’s got twice as much reason as you do. I bet that’s got something to do with all of this.”

Batu bristled instantly. He loomed over Roland, hands clenched into trembling fists. “Now listen here, ye arrogant—”

“Both of you, stop it!” Evan shouted, startling all within hearing range. He looked up at Batu with hard eyes. “Tani saved our lives! We are honor-bound to repay her our debt! I give you my word: We will not run away.”

“And what good’s the word of a failed king, lad?” Batu said coldly. Evan flinched and drew back. Batu pressed on. “Aye, we know the tale. The overthrown king, run away with his tail ‘tween his legs, all set to overtake the lands and throw us into a war.” He eyed Evan’s tail lashing behind the boy and snorted. “Ye ran all the way up here and for what?”

“To…” Evan looked down at his feet. “…To build a kingdom where everyone can be happy.” He trailed off with an unhappy whisper. Batu scoffed. Roland clenched his fists and weighed his odds of being able to punch the pirate chief in the face.

“These blighted lands are rife with misery and war,” Batu said to Evan, “No one’s building a happy realm ‘round these parts anytime soon.” He loomed over the boy and said, “Least of all some lily-livered princeling who’s mislaid his crown.”

Evan’s tail dropped. Roland took a step forward, near enough to throw caution to the wind.

“Then—” Evan stopped him without realizing, lifting his head. “I’ll put an end to war and misery! I’ll unite all the kingdoms in peace!”

Batu startled. “What’s that now? Not just a King, but King of the whole blessed world?” He tossed his head back and laughed again. Evan wasn’t cowed.

“If that’s what it takes, I have to try!” He said with conviction, “And I can’t stop trying until everyone is able to live happily ever after!” Evan’s fists clenched beneath the shackles. “So I can’t—” He took a deep breath and shouted, “I can’t just let it all end here!”

For a moment, silence. Then, laughter. Roland looked over his shoulder and glared at the gathered group of pirates watching through the door, no doubt drawn by all the shouting of moments prior. Each of the ones he could see were leaned back in laughter like Evan’s heartfelt declaration was the funniest thing they’d heard in years.

“Silence, ye mangy curs!” Batu bellowed, startling them all into silence. He glared over Roland’s head, then turned back to Evan. Roland could have sworn then that the pirate chief’s eyes had softened just a little. “Ye were saying, lad.”

Evan took a deep breath. “If I can’t repay my debt to Tani, then I don’t deserve to be king of anywhere. I don’t even deserve to live!” Roland startled and looked at him, but Evan pressed on, “So kill us for that if you must, but at least give us a chance to save her, first.” He paused, then quickly said, “And if we do, grant us safe passage through your lands.”

“Hmm…” Batu grumbled, giving Evan a long, searching look. Slowly, he rested his hands on his hips. “So that’s your game, is it?”

Evan nodded. “Yes.”

Another long moment passed and then…Batu nodded back. “Alright, sunshine!” He said firmly, “you’ve got yourself a deal!”

#nnk2 #ni no kuni 2 #nnk2 fic #!fic #fic: for king and country

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