#and for GOD'S SAKE KEEP THE MONEY IN YOUR SUITCASE

[forcebookish]

i have never seen anyone SO bad at being a fugitive before

[quarantinedinabaddream]

every single thing to come has turned into ashes.

your mother berates you for never wanting to leave your bed whenever you’re home or rather whenever you’re confined by the walls of what has supposedly been your home, your childhood bedroom, since years now but only ever felt like a prison while it was still considered your “home” at least. now your life is confined to suitcases and cardboard boxes, god college is horrible, a cruel reminder that you were right to think that adulthood will be lonelier than childhood ever was. because you keep slipping through the cracks and no one notices. your “shyness” that used to feel like an armour years ago, now feels like a sword buried in your stomach slowly draining your blood, invisible to everyone but you.

people you’re supposed to call friends but feel like captors always putting the panic rooms inside your mind into overdrive ask you how you’re doing, you tell them you’re fine obviously. they don’t believe you obviously. they’re ashamed every time you stop to count the tiles on the floor while walking to class or sanitise your hands over and over again in public obviously. they say they care but sometimes when they’re all talking you have to say things over and over again for awfully long minutes while they ignore you as if you’re not even there obviously.

your mother asks you why it takes you 20 mins in the washroom every night to brush and get ready for bed, you tell her you were doing your night routine. there is no night routine unless you count dry heaving over the sink, too scared to actually push your fingers down your throat. your father comes to visit every evening whenever you come back “home”, you both sit in silence not acknowledging the gap between you two that feels like an infected wound now. you only ever talk to him if you have to ask for money and he only ever calls when he wants you to play messenger for him and mom.

you failed an exam, she told you she’s proud of you still and you had to hold yourself back from begging her to just pretend to love you even if she actually didn’t, instead you just said self depreciating shit and sobbed into your pillow ignoring your aunt’s taunts. the summer after 19 you almost drop out of college over nothing. your “friends” think you’re being stupid, that it was not worth it. in the end you didn’t, you’ll have less attendance sure but you will still do it because you have to. you decided you’re not smart enough to get into college again so why not just pretend for everyone’s sake that you can finish what you didn’t even want to start in the first place.

the girl you thought you were in love with for three years told years told you you’re like an older sister to her. last year that would’ve made you cringe and would’ve stung really bad, but few weeks back you just laughed, thinking how stupid you had been to think that you were in love with her (though to be honest you still don’t know if you were but it doesn’t matter anymore). you found an old email from your first girlfriend where she said she wanted to watch constellations with you but now she hasn’t spoken to you like you had feelings too in years. you can’t stop thinking about so many things. you can’t help but wonder why you feel so deeply empty, or why everyone always always leaves one way or another. you can’t stop feeling like a discarded piece of writing so you can’t help but discard your writings too-

[dawnleaf37]

oh god I haven’t even thought abt the lore. well there’s mecrosoft paper, suitcase, test tube, feathry, and silver spoon but I didnt really have an idea for him so. im saying ss is non canon. and then later we added gray and moon who don’t have designs yet

paper is like clippy and really clingy. I think he’s also a bit of mischievous spyware, just a silly little guy Knowing about you and your computer. despite me drawing suitcase first, paper was the first guy created. paper pops up randomly with his tips n stuff and then disappears of the screen to who knows where lol. he’s differentiated from ii paper in that he almost always has a static smile on his face and also the pink line on him is now black.

suitcase is a wonderful file organizer and works good with storage. like paper, she randomly pops up with tips and tricks about computer tech and fun facts. she usually stays on screen if there’s at least one application open. suitcase ISNT spyware however 🎉. iirc shes abt to be discontinued for a newer os (you can still archive the download site tho). difference from regular suitcase she is a flat fuck and also can float. more expressive than the other guys too!

test tube I havent talked abt too much. most recent product and is also an organizer. as well as helps run applications. they say tt makes the computer run faster but they are 8000% lying. made to replace suitcase and paper on newer operating systems but uhhh glitchy as hell not working >:(. they brought back using these guys as spyware and even adware. horrible. tt always has a clipboard and again mostly a static smiling face. silly idle animations. comes on every os and there’s youtube videos on how to uninstall her /silly

mecrosoft is a shitty company so since tt creates adware, they advertised feathry as an ad remover. and she works!!! mostly!!! theyve still gotta make money n shit so she doesnt work all the way. just enough. shes also a paid subscription so mecrosoft you bitch as. feathry has a green marker but she doesnt even scribble out ads it’s just there for appeal. but if you buy now you get a silly creature on your computer!!!!!!!! please

mecrosoft gray wasn’t really ever supposed to exist tbh lol!! they were trying to make mini helper things for each application but none of the guys ever worked except gray’s and they couldn’t figure out why. the real reason is because well! gray is the reason. fucked up little computer creature demands ten thousand attention forever and started deleting code for the other guys while they were testing. and then they just kinda forgot to take gray off of the os because no one ever uses the calculator tool. gray even buggier than metube because he just always gives the wrong answer or just some non existent unit of measurement. little fucked up thing. sentient creature. invasive species. probably a bad idea. might even give your computer a virus? idk it seems to be quite good at modifying code /silly

lore lore lore: copy of mepaper started bugging out on an old computer and the guy using it was like “hmm this is some really creepypasta shit.” idm if you wanna make that guy OJ ig that’d be cool I never really decided (I think ill just say OJ here to make it easier) but mepaper eventually became sentient and became friends with him. but OJ can’t really do work on it now so he bought another one off of like craigslist or whatever. came installed with mesuitcase. mepaper saw that n was like “what the hell dude.” keep in mind this guy(mepaper) doesnt have a voice so hes just speaking thru text boxes lol. so what mepaper did was fuck up the mecase computer with like some really bad virus but somehow mecase survived that. barely. so OJ was like “fucks sake dude” and ig mepaper felt bad so he tried to apologize. but OJ wouldn’t let them near each other so they kinda just yelled from across the house when he wasn’t home. mecase has a voice btw uh it’s not the best quality but she has it. so they made up and theyre cool now.

I haven’t thought abt anything with metube or mefeathry yet so youll have to wait for that 🎉

[hoodieofholland]

hey love. I’m obsessed with mob!tom - could you write something where mob Tom and the reader have a really big fight and Tom says something that was really mean and reader storms out and doesn’t come back until late and night and Tom is super worried :) at the beginning angst and at the end fluff.

I actually asked other writers too to write this a while ago but nobody does it and I found your account now and I’m so in love with your writing you are super talented <3

Sorry if my English is not really good- it’s not my first language

A/n: dear anon, you were reading my mind! I was actually procrastinating with a draft of some angst with mob!tom for a while, and you just motivated me to write it again hahah im obsessed with mob!tom too btw, no shame on this lol. Thanks for requesting, hope you like it!

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Warnings bellow the cut!

Warnings: angst, language, mention of gun.

You throw your purse over the table as you storm inside the house, walking up to your room with a stern face, straightened back and confident steps, without saying a word. Tom watched you from behind, sighing as he knew what was about to come - you were pissed.

He followed you slowly, not wanting to hurry the fight that was about to come. He knew pretty well what he has done tonight, but wasn’t planning on apologize, as he was also sure he wasn’t wrong about it.

By the time he reached the main room, you were already in the closet, taking off your jewels and putting them inside their boxes. “Baby”, he called you, but you didn’t raise your head.

Your gesturing was obviously stating your humor - or the lack of it. You wasn’t being so careful with the expensive belongings, as you always made sure to be.

“Baby”, Tom tried again, sighing this time, “Can you at least tell me what the hell did I do?”

That was the breakpoint. You lifted your head to look at him sternly. “Seriously? You gonna really act like you don’t know?”

He snorts, running a hand through his brown curls. “I mean, I know. I just don’t get why you’re so upset about it”

You laugh humorless. “I’m upset ‘cause you fucking treated me like a doll, Tom. That’s why I’m upset about it!”

“What?”, he snapped, narrowing his eyes. “What the fuck, I just told that asshole of a waiter to get his shit together instead of eye-fucking you. For God’s sake, what’s wrong with that?”

"Well, maybe the fact that you made a scene in front of the manager because you were jealous?" You shout, shaking your hands. "Should I tell you the obvious fact that this man is probably fired now because of your speech?".

Tom was growing mad. He couldn't believe you were defending the guy who was flirting with you the whole dinner.

Turns out that what was supposed to be a calm and relaxing dinner quickly became something distasteful, as Tom took notice of the waiter that was serving your table that night looking at you with a dumb smile on his face the entire time. He could even see the guy talking to some other workers about you, staring at you like you were some kind of meal. So Tom did what he thought was right - he made it very clear that you were his girl and a employee shouldn't be looking at you like that.

"I don't give a single fuck if he's unemployed right now. He should take this as a lesson to not disrespect you or any other woman in his workplace", Tom said, undoing his tie and throwing it in anywhere in the wardrobe. He was tired and pissed with the whole situation - and, more important, with you, for making a big deal out of it.

"Disrespect me, or disrespect you, Tom?", you snap, eyes wide with anger. "Cause it didn't look like you were worried about me. Cause all I wanted was a peaceful dinner with my boyfriend, who actually never seems to be available to me, and you made it pretty hard for me to enjoy, just because you were mad for a guy possibly be flirting with your girl! Like I fucking belonged to you!"

"Oh, fuck off, y/n", he hissed, walking past the closet's door and going straight to the bathroom. "It's obvious I'd be pissed for the it too. You're my girl, and I don't think it's nice if other man look at you like that! Don't act like you've never done it too".

You followed him, yelling next. "Shit, you're unbelievable! What is it? Nobody can look at Tom Holland's girl? Because you're the great motherfucker mobster and I'm your fucking prize?"

Tom turned his body to glance at you again. He pointed a finger at you, eyes serious and penetrating. "I've never said it. That's not how I see this".

"Oh, really? So you care to explain me why do you keep doing that? We barely spend time together now, Tom, and when we finally get to have a nice night out, you make sure to state that I'm yours and that no other man can lay an eye on me", you sniff, unable to keep the cracked voice from coming out and show how upset you felt about it. "I don't like to feel that I'm waiting for you like a goddamn doll, Tom".

"Well, darling, I'm sorry if I'm not being enough, but that's how real world works", his voice is cold and he is avoiding looking into your eyes, his jaw clenched in a way that make it clear that he's not satisfied with the conversation's rumor. "I made it pretty clear when we first met that my job doesn't allow me to be here the entire time, so what the fuck do you expect me to do? Or do you think that this nice house and the maids, and all the fucking jewels I give you come for free? Tell me, y/n, what the hell you want from me?"

You watch his usually soft features whenever you were around turning into the one he used with his men. The veins in his neck visible, his pupils huge and thin lips trembling with anger. Tom has never spoken to you that way, and you could feel the pressure on your chest with the pain from his harsh words.

A couple of tears rolled down your cheeks and you were quick to rub them away with the back of your hand. Noticing the way you pressed your lips together lightly, Tom's face softened and he realized his posture and tone.

"I don't- I don't know, Tom", you say in a low, croaky voice. "Think I just wanted us to be a couple. I'm truly sorry if that's too much to ask you for".

His heart pained at your words and he took a few steps in your direction. "Darling, no, that's not what I-"

You stopped him, putting your arm in front of you and shaking your head. "No, that's exactly what you wanted to say. I don't know what I had in mind when we started dating, nor what I was thinking when I agreed to move in here, but I don't want to be between you and your job anymore".

He stared at you, unaware of what you were about to do, thinking about what to say. He didn't want to fight with you like that, but didn't want you to think that what you've said is true neither.

You walked past him and straight to the closet again, picking up your suitcase and grabbing a few clothes from the wardrobe. Tom watched you for a few seconds, startled, and then started to panic.

"What are you doing?"

You ignored him, trying to think what you'd possibly need to get to stay out tonight. You could get the rest of your things later, but right now you just wanted to get out of that house.

"Y/n, love, what are you doing?" He asked in desperation, reaching your arm and trying to pull you away from the wardrobe, but you just shrugged his touch off.

"What does it look like? I'm leaving, Tom! If you can't conciliate our relationship with your job, then I guess I have nothing to do here anymore". You say through gritted teeth.

"What?!" He breathed out. "Darling, you can't leave like-"

"Don't you fucking call me darling!"

Tom stops and stares at you, blinking. His mouth is agape, trying to get his thoughts together. You didn't stop packing, and when he saw the determination in your actions, he simply couldn't contain the anger growing on his chest.

"Know what? Go. Leave me! Get the fuck out of this house. I don't fucking care!" He yelled, and you jumped slightly at the sound of his guttural voice.

You wiped some of new tears and nodded once, not minding to get anything else as you closed your suitcase and walked out of the room, hands shaking from the emotions you were so hardly trying to refrain.

But before you could step out of the room and go down on the stairs, you turn around to see he stagnant at the same spot. "Fuck you, Tom. You can take all this damn jewelry. Take this, the clothes, and everything else you bought me. If I can't have you, these don't mean a single thing to me. I'm not a fucking doll, Tom".

You left, and he couldn't move for minutes straight.

*********

The night passed by and Tom didn't hear from you. He checked his phone more times than he liked to admit, but you didn't answer any calls, any messages. Nothing. He didn't even realize what time he fell asleep on the couch, waiting for some sort of sign from you, but in the morning, when he rolled out of it, his heart pounded in his chest at the realization that you were nowhere to be seen.

He asked Harrison, his best mate and the second person you most chatted with in the house, if he has seen you, but he didn't have anything. So Tom waited, trying to focus on his work for the morning and the evening, as he thought that maybe you just wanted some time to think clearer. He regretted saying those things to you already, knowing that none of that was true. Obviously he did care if you were there in the morning. He wanted to wake up with you by his side like every other day. It was all that mattered for him after all. Not the money, not the jewel, not the house. It all didn't make sense when you weren't there.

And he felt so sick thinking that you truly believed he was seeing you as a prize, as a doll that would stand beautifully waiting for him at the end of the day. He knew he should have persisted and said that you weren't right, that he loved you so much that he could take a bullet for you, right on his chest. He'd do anything for you, but didn't seem to know how to put that in words when it comes to a fight.

"Fuck!" He shouted when alone in his office, hands collapsing on the desk. It was past seven at night and he hadn't heard from you. A whole fucking day. He asked Harrison to send the men to look for you. He wouldn't force you coming back home, but he needed to be sure you were alright.

All the bad thoughts he could have were now successfully running through his mind and driving him nuts. He thought that maybe some rival mobster could have laid eyes on you, all by yourself, and tried to do something. You could be in serious danger right now, and Tom wouldn't forgive himself if that was the case.

He took a drink. He needed to clear his mind as time was passing by and his men didn't have any information about you. Your phone would be filled with unanswered calls from him, even voicemail telling you he was sorry and would do anything if you only called him back to say you were doing fine.

"Please, love, if you're listening to it... fuck, I'm so fucking sorry. I never intended to hurt you. I'm a dumbass, and you don't have to forgive me, but, please, just let me know you're fine and I'll give you your time. Just- please. I need to hear from you, y/n", he recorded, a drink on his hand and the other holding his phone firmly.

When it was 9pm, he decided he was going out to look for you himself. He just couldn't sit there waiting for a call or for his men do to something - he needed to take that pressure of his chest and no one was helping.

He took his gun, called Harrison and a few more man before heading to the living room.

"Alright, we have a few more places left" Tom started his instructions, while shoving his gun at the back of his trousers. "Harrison and I are going to her family's house. You two check in her old friend's place. Doesn't matter how far it is, I don't want you two to come back until you've looked through that fucking town-"

"Tom", Harrison cut him off, coughing a bit to get his attention. He was about to snap at him, when he followed his gaze.

And there you were, standing at the door frame in the living room, a confused expression on your face as you tried to understand what was going on in the middle of the room. Usually, Tom never had meetings in any other area than the conference room.

"What's going on?", you asked bluntly, and Tom releases a deep and relieved breath, so audible that you couldn't not take notice of.

"God, you're here", he breathed out, walking towards you in large steps. You were still mad, but also so confused with his reaction that you couldn't stop him from holding you tightly in his arms. "Fuck, darling, where were you?".

Besides his words being a bit harsh, his voice was soft and caring, worried if anything. He didn't let go of you first, kissing the top of your head for a long minute.

Harrison smiled a little seeing the both of you and dismissed the men out of the room, leaving the two of you alone.

"Sorry, you don't need to explain", Tom shook his head and pulled away to look at you. His eyes were bloodshot and tired, a dark circle around it. He brushed your cheeks with the pad of his thumb and furrowed. "Are you okay, though?"

"Yeah, I am- but what was going on?", you insisted.

Tom cupped your face on his hands, still not believing that you were there again. "I was so fucking worried. I thought that something was off, you didn't answer any of my messages or calls... I was heading to a drive with my men to look for you".

You blink a few times, startled that Tom was so concerned all this time.

"I was in a hotel room, actually", you chew in your lower lip, kind of ashamed that you put him through such a concern. "Needed to be alone for a time, so I turned my phone off".

Tom pressed his forehead against yours. "It doesn't matter anymore, darling. It was all my fault", his voice was croaky and you felt your heart pounding inside your chest. "I should never have said those things to you-"

"It's alright, Tom-"

"No, it's not", he shook his head. "Cause it was all lies. I do fucking care if you leave me. I wouldn't stand being away from you, my love. You're everything, everything. And you're right, I don't spend much time with you, and it eats me alive, cause that's what makes me happy, being around you. All I ever wanted was to make you happy, sweetheart. I'm so fucking sorry if I haven't shown you how much you mean to me..."

"Shhh, Tom", you closed your eyes, hugging him by the neck and bringing him closer. "It's okay, I know it. I wasn't thinking straight too, I know you don't treat me like that. I was just too pissed, and yeah, I'd like to spend more time together, but it's alright that you don't-"

He cut you by a sweet kiss pressed on your lips, "Nothing is more important for me than you. I was too mad with that thing in the restaurant to say it right away, but I'll try harder. I'm gonna be here with you, no matter what. Work can wait".

You sigh and pull him closer, breathing his comforting scent.

"My lovely girl", Tom sighs and smile a bit. "You scared the hell out of me".

"You deserved it, idiot" you said and he laughed quietly.

"I love you, darling", he stroked your back, hiding his face in the crock of your neck. "Always".

"Love you too, Tommy".

You spent the rest of the night together, having a nice and cozy dinner at home. Tom never smiled wider than that night, and the following others were fulfilled with his promise - there was always time in your day to spend alone with your boyfriend.

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[mrs-heelshire]

A night in Rio

                           Threesome collab with @bubbleteaimagines​ 

                                         Hinata and Oikawa x F!Y/N

                                                    MINORS DNI

                           T.W : Sex, threesome and mentions of alcohol

It was early in the night, only 9 pm. You were on a trip with your boyfriend for the week. All was amazing, the two of you have been here since only yesterday. Only two days here before you learn that he cheated on you, even more than once, back in your country. You took all of your stuff and ran away after a quarrel with him. Was he always that mean? You weren’t sure, to be honest. Anyway, you can no longer stay here with him. Slapping him after closing your suitcase, you chose to change your hotel immediately. Thank god, you two didn’t live together. Anyway, now that you were in a new hotel, all by yourself, you decided to go out for the night. You need to change your mind and have fun so let’s not stay on the bed to ugly cry all night long.

Getting ready within half an hour, you were ready to own the night. Make up on, a sexy outfit, and your hair did, you were flawless and you knew it from all the looks people gave you. With a super short black leather skirt and a red croc top, tied by the back of your neck, your wavy hairs were adding a touch even more sexy to your look. Red lipstick on, mascara, and eyeliner were the only makeup on your face but god that was all needed to make you the prettiest person in the club you went to.

Many glances at you, you stayed for a moment at the bar. Drinking, you sighted. No man, no women, no non-binary persons.. no one catches your eyes tonight. Do you need to lower your standards? Hell no. No, you don’t. Paying for your drink, you were ready to move to another club when the barman gave you another one. Surprised since you haven’t asked for another, he didn’t give you the time to ask him to explain how and why.

“A little gift for the prettiest, from those two men here.”

With a small smile on his face, he let you look by yourself at who those two men were. Both of them were so fine. An orange-haired one, who seemed pleasantly muscular for his height, not much tall for a man. His friend was taller and thinner, yet he seemed as well though as the orange-haired one. Both tan, they immediately catch your eyes. Smiling at them as you raise your drink, you slowly drank it, exchanging glances with him. None of you took your eyes away as the three of you were finishing your drinks. They were checking you up as well as you were checking them up. For sure, now, the night seems to be more exciting.

The drink over, you got up, straight to the dance floor. It was the time to show your skills off. Moving your body, he didn’t take long before you felt a hand on your waist as the brown-haired one slighted behind you to move in rhythm with you. The smallest one in front of you, he put a hand on your waist as well, coming closer to you, moving in rhythm as well. Following the music, the three of you were in total synchronization. You never experienced something like that but god you knew what you were doing

“Our Hotel ?” Finally breaking the silence, the brown-haired one headed down to you, to be able to whisper in your ears so you can hear him over the loud music.

It’s only after ten little minutes on the dance floor that the three of you headed out. The orange-haired one grabbing your hand to be sure that you’ll follow them, the tallest one grabbed his car keys. It was him driving, meanwhile you and his friend were on the backseat, kissing each other already so deeply that you thought the two of you were gonna do it right here, right now. But now, the smallest one may be hungry for you, but he knew how to be able to taste you out the best.

“Can I ?” Asked the smallest one, kissing your neck as his hand went down, rubbing your most precious part, hiding behind the fabric of your clothes.

Nodding, the sound of his voice made you shiver. That was the most honeyed voice that you’ve ever heard. He seemed as needy as dominant. Letting him rub his thumb on your covered pussy, you let out some moan, making the driver’s jaw clenched. God the atmosphere all around in the car was so hot, it was suffocating. A good kind of suffocation.

The three of you were so horny that you can’t stop kissing and rubbing against each other even in the elevator and the hallway. Your mind is focused on them, you only notice the luxury of this hotel when they make you lean on the bed. For god’s sake, how big was it? Looking at the room around you, you immediately knew you were with two rich men. Well, this wasn’t like you cared about their money at some point. That was the last thing you were wondering.

“How about we take off this gorgeous outfit of you ?” Asked the orange-haired boy as he came back to kiss your neck. For sure, he was the most hungry of you three.

“I want to know your name first..” You moaned in his ears, making him blush softly.

You knew that question surprised them by the look they gave you for a minute. But they didn’t give you much time to think about it as the both of them came back to kiss you, all your neck, making you moan again as you slid a hand through each of their hair.

“I’m Tooru Oikawa and this small hungry man is Shoyo Hinata. What’s your name princess ?” Answered the tallest one, giving you chills as his voice was so sexy.

“Y/N” You answered back, curving your back as you felt Hinata’s fingers rubbing your belly.

Even if you still haven’t answered his first question, the smallest one takes away your top, immediately coming to cover your now bare chest with kisses, small bites, and sucking. For god’s sake, this man knew what he was doing. Petting his hairs, you let him do as he wanted with pleasure. Pleasure who quickly went double went, Oikawa slipped a hand under your shorts, coming to caress your precious little clit. Coming to kiss you, the tallest one dared to leave a hickey on your neck, a smirk on his face as he looked at it with pride.

Hearing Hinata groaned against your breast as he heard his friend marking your skin, he didn’t wait long before doing the same. Except that this man was a lot needier than his friend. Covering your chest and breast with hickeys, you can’t help but arch your back over and over, unconsciously rubbing your thighs against his dick who went straight up. Feeling not on, but two cocks hard as hell against each of your tights, you grabbed his orange-hairs as you felt yourself becoming even edgier. You wanted more. God yes, you wanted more than frictions. You don’t have to beg for a second before Oikawa hears you, slide two fingers inside you that he moved while he kept rubbing your clit with his thumb.

“You’re doing good, pretty girl.” He leans to whisper directly in your ears, slowly biting your earlobe with appetite.

All this pleasure was overdrawing you but you didn’t want to be the only one to receive. Sliding both of your hands inside their pants, you just teased them by only stroking them against the fabric of their underwear. Making them groan and growl, you smirked as you were still struggling to keep your voice decently down, not wanting the people around the hotel to hear you.

It didn’t take them long before they suddenly released you at the same time to strip. Well… strip is a big word. As Hinata took off his clothes like a beast in a rut, Oikawa took his time to tease your gaze. Quickly coming back at you, Shoyo grabbed your face between his hands to give you an amazing kiss that you extended, grabbing his fluffy hairs. Taking advantage of this distraction, Oikawa suddenly took off your shorts and underwear, heading down, making you moan hard against the other boy's lips.

“Gosh... You’re already so wet. Taste good princess.” He mumbles as he eats you out, letting a loud wet noise fill up the room, only to make you, even more, blush and moan. God those pet names will be the end of you, you already knew it.

“Move, let me have a taste of this sweet girl.” Groaned Hinata as he took his friend's place without hesitation.

God, the smallest of the two men, didn't talk much, but he knew all the better ways to use his mouth and his tongue. Playing with your pussy like a pro, using his fingers and his tongue, Hinata made so many noises. Wet noises filled the whole room. Groaning as he saw his friend take his place, Oikawa got surprised to see you moving the hand that wasn’t petting Hinata’s hair, to sign him to come to you. Wanting to please him as well, you took his hard cock in your hands. Using both your mouth and your hands, you're quick to make him groan. God his voice was so sexy. As Hinata was making you moan and groan as well, playing perfectly with your lowest part, your throat vibrated around the tallest man’s dick, making him quick to get on the verge of coming.

“Can I ?” Suddenly asked Hinata as he raised his head from your inner thighs that he also took the time to cover the inside with hickeys.

Nodding as you gently rubbed his cheeks, he slowly stood up, licking his lips who were covered by your juice. This man was so exciting, and he seemed to know it. Consuming you by his gaze only, the orange-haired boy took a condom off of his back pocket. Unwrapping it with his teeths he never stopped looking at you. He was so hot doing it that you could feel yourself leaking from arousal and even more when you saw him putting the condom on his hard as hell cock. He was so thick. Not as long as his friend but yet, you knew you’ll feel it coming inside.

“Tell me if it hurts, baby.” He said with a deeper voice than before.

God, it was so hot, your whole body was already sweating, and it was just the beginning. A beginning that Oikawa started to get jealous of. You never stopped your hand and yet, he started to get jealous of you only looking at his friend. Obviously, he will not let the orange haired boy take the lead alone. Oh, no. He will also take the lead.

“Don’t forget about me, princess.” He said with a smirk on his face, leaning onto you to slowly come to play with your nipples.

His hands were so soft and yet so rough on your skin. Making you moan, you still twitched and arched your back as you felt Hinata slowly insert inside you. It wasn’t your first time but it never has been that big and that appetizing. You already wanted more and yet your mind tried to tell you to wait a little to give yourself the time to get used to a thick dick like the one who was spreading your inside. Grabbing Oikawa’s hair, making him get even closer to your bare chest, things that make him happy. Immediately coming to eat your hard nipples, the setter was like a baby trying to get some milk. Which wasn’t possible, but it didn’t stop him from continuing to keep using his tongue and his soft lips on your cute little nipples.

Hinata only waits half a minute before starting to move inside you. Tearing your inside up, he still was able to make you feel good. A mix of pain and even more of pleasure, you were moaning so much that your mouth can no longer shut it. Mouth opens continuously, your eyes start to become teary. Gosh both of them were so good, and they knew it.

“You’re sucking me in.. fuck.. you’re gorgeous sunshine !” Grabbing your waist, Hinata was like a beast, trusting you with fierceness and yet so much caring.

He didn't want you to break. Oh, no, he wanted you to feel pleasure from his actions. Pleasure from his cock. Hinata seemed to perfectly know what he was doing. Feeling pleasure from all over your body was so good, so exciting. Quickly feeling yourself close to the edge, close to an orgasm, you started to moan louder, grabbing the sheets and the setter’s hair more strongly.

“You can come princesse, don’t hold it back… come for us.” Quietly whispered the setter, looking directly at you.

Both of them were. Both of them wanted to see your face as you cum and god that was so perfect, so pretty, so exciting. Squirming under both of them, you came screaming the smallest one name. He was so good, continually hitting your G-spot as he fucked you deep while his friend let down a hand to come rubbing your clit to give you even more pleasure as he was still sucking your breast, looking at you with so much desire. Looking directly at your O-face, Hinata almost let it all go inside. But, no, the orange haired boy perfectly knew how to last long. Obviously he knew how to.

“So pretty… God, you’re amazing... “ Mumbled the orange-haired boy as he leaned a little to cover your neck with his kisses.

Getting up, Oikawa smirked looking at you. He was thinking the same as his friend. You were so perfectly squirm under his team-mate's body. But this time, he wanted to step in. He wanted to get as much as pleasure and he will. With an only glare at each other, they both understand themselves in two seconds. Hinata leaning his back on the bed as he stayed inside you, making you lean onto him. Facing him, you didn’t saw Oikawa putting a condom on his hard cock. You’ll always regret it cause you knew this will have been an awesome view.  

“Tell us, princess, are you comfortable with using this part of this pretty body of yours ?” Asked the setter as he gently grabbed your ass in his hands.

You knew what would happen. The position you all were in and this question… Oh yes, you knew what would happen if you said yes. But like I said earlier, it wasn’t your first time. It may be your first threesome but it will not be your first time doing it from the back. Still, you were a little scared that it would be too much to handle for your body. What if Oikawa were too big to fit inside you? Breathing slowly, you took a second to think of it before nodding. You weren’t exactly sure of why, but you trusted them. They didn’t seem like they would hurt you and God, no, they’ll never do such things. Your pleasure comes first for them.

“I’m okay with it.. but please, fill me up… I want to feel you inside me…” You asked him, turning your head to look at him.

Surprised with the words used for this request, the setter was biting his lower lips as you looked at him with so much appetite. He was ready. Ready to increase your pleasure.  

“As you want princess.” He gently comes to whisper in your ears as he lays down against your back.

Squeezing yourself around the orange-haired boy as you felt his friend covering your ass with lube, you shiver. It was cold, but you knew you’ll need much of it. All the bottles. Making Hinata moan by squeezing your pussy around him, he is quick to grab you by the back of your head to come and kiss your neck. Rubbing your back with so much care, the smallest one

Oikawa didn’t come inside of you right away. No, he took his time to prepare you with his fingers. Only adding another one of them when you felt ready. Hinata was fucking you really slowly, and yet, it was so good. They were both so good. You were quickly ready. Regularly adding lub, the brown-haired man finished the bottle on your ass. Yet, it was only ten good minutes later, ten good minutes where they both praised you again and again, that Oikawa was sure that you were ready for more.  

“I’m coming in princess, tell me anytime if you want me to stop. I’ll stop right away.” He finally said, gently passing a hand in your hair.

Nodding again, you grabbed the orange-haired man’s arms as Oikawa started to insert himself inside your asshole. God, he was so big. You could feel it. He was a little bit thinner than his teammate but, yet, he was longer. Grabbing you by your waist, he got himself inside of you inch by inch. He wanted to fuck you right away but he was perfectly able to restrain himself. He didn’t want to hurt you.  

Moaning more and more, inch by inch, you squeezed yourself so hard around Hinata that he was unable to move for a moment. It was only when Oikawa was fully in that you could breathe properly. But… you knew it would not last long. As soon as they’ll start moving, breathing will be hard but it will be worth it and you knew it already. Waiting for you to get used to feeling both of them inside you, they both waited without moving, only waiting for your consent to start moving.

Consent that you took some minutes to give it to them. It was a new feeling. You were tearing apart from two big ass cocks and it was already so good. Giving them your consent, they both started moving slowly at first. They needed you to be fully used to their moving inside your two holes. Moving in crescendo, they’re quick to bring you to the edge of another orgasm. For god sake, you were overwhelmed by pleasure. It was a new feeling but you already knew you'd become addicted to it. It was so good. The room filled up with your loud moans and with their groans, it was so hot. You were now drooling from all the pleasure you were filled with.

With a lot of wet sounds mixing with your three voices, you suddenly froze as your back arched weirdly. Grabbing Hinata’s shoulders, you scratch them without noticing it. How could you notice that small detail anyway? It was too much for you, you were the first to come. Well… that's what you thought. Coming in unison, inside of you, both groaned their pleasure directly in your ears. It was like heaven. Even with their condoms, you were able to feel their cum filling the latex inside of you.  

“God..” You whispered, having a hard time catching up with your breath.

You were drained. No battery. Your body was shaking so hard, especially your legs. Your eyes were already closing themselves, you were so sleepy now. It was now too late to go back to your new hotel room. You’ll have to stay there for the night and none of them were against it.

Taking off their condoms, Hinata carried you to the bathroom to give you a little bath before sleeping while Oikawa was changing the sheets. You’ll all need a wash-up. The orange-haired boy was so gentle with you. Fortunately, he was, either way, you’ll never be able to wash up yourself.

.For the rest, you're not sure about what happened. You were so sleepy that you probably fell asleep in the bath. You weren’t sure. Yet, it was on the bed that you worked up.    

Feeling a gentle light on your face in the morning as the sun rises, you slowly open your eyes. God your lower body is sore but last night was so good that you can not regret it. How can you regret it? There is no way you would. But... Where were they? You were alone in this room and it made your heart squeezed. The room was so chic and big, but it wasn’t the same now. You were alone in their hotel room.

A small paper on the nightstand, you reached from it intrigued. It was a little note with two phone numbers writing on attached with each of their names with a small text underneath.

“Sorry for leaving you alone, we had a morning practice that we can’t skip... It was an awesome night, you are gorgeous. We hope you liked it as much as we did. Don’t hesitate to text us! For another round or for some time more soft and casual! 😋 O.T and H.S”

This small note made your heart melt, this was like a dream. But something was strange.. they seemed rich and that mention of “morning practice”... hmm... Were they professional athletes? Looking at their names on Google, you freeze seeing how famous they were. They had millions and millions of followers on Instagram, so many sports prizes were on so many sports magazines covers and... Oh, god. It was even more of a dream now. You’ll definitely contact them back but not because they’re famous athletes but because last night was amazing and that you were still able to feel the chemistry between the three of you.

@bubbleteaimagines Hope you’ll like it !

[sparklingchan]

The Prince and I || Jeong Yunho(Ateez)

Pairing : Reader (fem.) x Yunho.

Word count : 9.2k+

Warnings : Cuss words, minor injuries, Yunho BEING A FLUFFBALL!!

Genre : Fluff, angst, Arranged marriage au, Royal au.

Description : Your marriage to Prince Yunho feels like nothing less than a fairytale - but a fairytale is incomplete without a villain, right?

A/N:  This fic took longer than I thought it would lol  

This is a part of the holiday treats event conducted by kafenetwork.          This fic is for the lovely Anna! I hope you like it and I hope it didn’t disappoint. I’m sorry I cannot tag you here because this site always decides to eat up my posts with tags in it :((

Enjoy!

"This wedding dress is a little expensive, granny."

The silky cloth slips away from in between your fingers, as quick as sand. You hadn't ever touched a piece of cloth as beautiful and smooth as this one, really. In fact, you'd never ever seen anything like the dress presented before you at the moment. And well, as much as you want to buy it, you knew you couldn't. Not unless you use up all your life's savings.

"I'm sure Ms. Claire here could find us something less...royal." you mutter again when your Grandmother doesn't respond.

Ms. Claire, the owner of the elegant boutique you find yourself standing in this morning, smiles at you sheepishly. "Oh, what nonsense! You will be married into a royal family, y/n. I cannot have you wear a normal wedding dress."

You sigh, turning away from the mannequin that donnes your dream wedding dress and crouching down to speak to your granny, "Granny, we won't have any money left if we buy this."

Your grandmother has been in the wheel chair for as long as you could remember. But she has more energy and life in her than most young people out there, including you. She's like this ball of sunshine who adores you to death. And now that the most important event of your life is slowly coming close with every passing day, you find her enthusiasm increasing likewise. She would wake up every morning and coax you to work out and do your skin care routine every night before bed. Today too, she forced you to allow her to tag along on your last shopping trip before your big day. Though you never say it out loud, your grandmother is nothing short of an angle. And you'd do anything to make her happy.

"I have saved up enough money to buy three such dresses, y/n." Your grandmother says as you lean down , "Miss Claire, pack this one up please."

Miss Claire nods and smiles at your granny, "Surely, madam."

Her assistant takes away the mannequin to get it packed up and billed.

You sit on the small couch present in the room as your eyes roam around the room full of pretty dresses and veils and shoes. It feels surreal all of a sudden, as if you were in a day dream you'd often think about as a teenager.

"What? Do you want anything else? I have enough money for that too." Your grandmother chimes in, rolling the wheelchair a little towards you, "Should we buy one for your mom too?"

Your mom, though equally excited for your wedding as your grandmother, was more on the realistic side. She'd give you a reality check ever so often - about husbands and in-laws and everything surrounding it. You're also not very sure your mom would appreciate spending so much money on dresses in a single day, especially when your wedding stands only four days away.

"No, granny, mom has enough dresses." You run a soothing hand through her grey and thin hair, "Aren't you tired? We've been out for a long time now."

"Do I look tired to you? " she raises an eyebrow, her eyes wrinkling up as she smiles at you sweetly. She's such an adorable little woman that it makes your heart melt everytime she looks at you.

"No," you roll your eyes, "Guess we can go and pick up Maya's dress while we're at it."

"Maya as in your best friend? The annoyingly loud girl from your college?" You snort at your granny's choice of words to describe your best friend.

You hear Miss Claire call you towards the payment counter and before you could move a finger, your granny races you to it.

"Come on, girl, what are you- eighty?" She teases you with a loud chuckle.

And still, you may not say it out loud , but your granny is your whole world. And when you are married off into the royal family of your father's old hometown, the only person you'll miss badly is probably your sweet old grandmother.

Later that evening, after dropping your grandma back home, you decide to walk to your best friend's apartment which is located just a few blocks away from yours. You carry her dress with you but deep down, you know that's not the only reason as to why you wanted to visit her this late at night.

"I need advice. "

"About what?"

"Marriage and life. "

Your best friend's eyes widen at your words. Her lips part as if she wanted to comment something but then stopped herself. "Maya, dude please. I'm terribly scared and I can't talk to anyone else at home." You admit, playing with the hem of your dress. A sudden sense of embarrassment and shyness washes over you but you push all that away before they get the best of you.

Maya puts down her dress on the bed.

"Y/n, I could give you all the advice in the world but believe me, you won't be able to apply it practically. I married a normal man from a normal family. We live in a cozy apartment in a city. But for you, it's different. You'll not marry a common person- you're marrying a prince for God's sake. A Crown Prince on top of that. You'll be living in a castle far away in the mountains. I don't know how my advice would be of any help here, y/n." Maya says, her hand gently patting yours.

You shift in your place, the bed creaking softly beneath you.

Maya is unarguably right - her advice won't be useful in your case. In fact, no one's advice would be useful to you unless they've had a first hand experience with an arranged marriage and a royal life. Yet these facts do little to comfort your growing fear and anxiousness.

"I haven't even met him in person yet. I only saw him over a few stupid video calls and in his pictures. I don't know what to expect." You say.

His Highness Crown Prince Yunho is a pretty busy man it turns out. So busy that he hasn't even been able to take some time out of his duties and come visit his fiancé for a few hours. He's a beautiful man, you have to say. Elegant and stylish and well mannered and everything about him screams Royal. He often texts you in his free time and calls you once in a blue moon. He seems like a nice man indeed, the kind you'd love to marry even without his royal heritage. But being his wife and a Crown Princess is a challenge you'd have to face completely on your own.

"Your granny thinks he's a good man, y/n. Maybe you should trust her judgement. Old people have that in themselves, you know." Maya says with a small smile, "Plus he's a Prince. You'll live a luxurious life, y/n. Don't be so pessimistic! I'm sure things will turn out great."

You give your best friend a tight hug for trying to cheer you up and helping you forget your fears even if it's just for a few hours . That night, as you toss and turn in your bed, trying to keep your mind free from thoughts about your life after marriage, you realise how big of a change this one thing will make.

And you're not very sure if you're ready for that change yet.

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The weather is quite pleasant today, the sun shining softly through the thin curtain of clouds and the humidity deciding to be a little forgiving today but too bad you're stuck inside your room, folding clothes and making sure all your necessities are packed in the luggage.

"Well, this is not how I expected my last day at home to turn out, " you complain to your mother who sits across from you on the bed, helping you pack your things, "But it is what it is, I guess."

Your mom chuckles, placing your folded clothes into huge black suitcase spread open on the floor. "This isn't bad. You're alone with your family and friend, what more do you need?"

A fancy Bachelorette party with your friends and a few male strippers didn't sound like a very appropriate response so you decide to just shake your head.

"Aren't you angry though? Even just a little bit?" She asks. You scowl at the unexpected, out of context question. You are scared and anxious and nervous but angry? Not at all.

"What do you mean? Why would I be angry?" You reply, crossing your arms in front of your chest, "I'm fine."

She sighs, momentarily pausing her actions to face you. Her eyes are a little moist, you notice, and her lips pressed into a sad line. "Your grandmother betrothed you to Prince Yunho when you guys were just nineteen. It is an arranged marriage, to a person you don't know and a family which holds so much power. She didn't give you freedom to choose your own partner. Aren't you angry about that?" She elaborates.

You feel a soft tug in your heart at her words. You've been so preoccupied with worrying about how you'd handle yourself after marriage that you never really thought about this. Even so, when you really think about it, you can't find it in yourself to be angry at your grandmother.

"Granny and Prince Yunho's grandmother were best friends, mom. They made a promise and I respect that. Plus granny never forced me to say yes. I did that on my own account. " you explain yourself, your hand slowly reaching over to squeeze your mom's shoulder, "Don't worry about me. I'll manage. I always do."

Its rather funny how you were the one needing assurance from Maya a few nights ago and here you are, repeating the same words of encouragement to your mother. A part of you is obviously still terrified of the future, but that's not your mom's problem to deal with. It's entirely yours.

Your mom sniffs, but a tear manages to roll down her cheek, "I'll miss having you around. Why couldn't she have arranged your marriage to a normal person who lived in the same city?"

And then it finally dawns on you. It really is your last day at home. Your last day in the city you so dearly loved, your last day in the house which has seen you grow from a little baby to a beautiful, young woman. It's your last day as y/n y/l/n, your parents' only child and your grandmother's favorite grandchild. Tomorrow, you would be a Princess, a wife, a person of political importance. And your heart breaks a little at the thought of never getting this life back again.

"Mom.." you mutter, your eyes tearing up as well. Words fall short when it comes to describing how much you'll miss everyone and everything here. Starting from your friends to your family to the smallest of decorative items in your room that you've managed to collect over the years. It's like a piece of you would just cease to exist. As the night grows darker and the day crosses over to the next one, you hold your mother close as the both of you let out the quietest of sobs and realise that this might be the last time she'd have you all to herself.

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡   

The journey from your parents' old house to Prince Yunho's ancestral palace is short - not with respect to time but with respect to the fact that amidst tearful eyes and memory flashbacks, the car ride gives you little to no time to settle your hurricane of thoughts.

As your dad's car slowly pulls over in front of a huge black metal gate, you are welcomed with a view that seems right out of a fairytale. The Royal palace is located in the most beautiful locations you've ever been to, a place you never thought could exist in real life. It almost feels like you are in a dream. With the beautiful backdrop of lush green mountains in the back, the Palace stands tall on the foothills of the mountains. The pastel pink walls and the carefully carved window panes look ethereal with contrast to the tall black gates that securely surround the palace. A group of servants are rowed in front of the man main entrance, with warm smiles and trays full of welcome drinks.

But you're far too mesmerized by the place to bother consuming anything at the moment.

This place - this breathtakingly gorgeous palace with the biggest gardens and tallest fountains- would be your home. For a long time, home meant your crammed little apartment which always smelt like cinnamon and bread. It had no big gardens, no servants, no fountains but it was your home. Your safe place. You wonder if this place could ever feel like home.

"Geez, y/n, I'm so jealous." Maya whisper-squeals in your ear as the servants lead you inside, "Do you want to exchange husbands?"

You nudge her gently with your elbow, "Shut up. Or I'll have you thrown out."

You are made to walk through a quiet hallway that has a huge wooden door at the end. On both sides of the hallway, pictures and paintings and vintage weapons are displayed like in museums and the marble floor beneath you shines like water under the sun. Every nook and corner of this place is a treasure waiting to be discovered, you realise.

The servants open the wooden door and lead you inside into what appears to look like a Throne Room. Now, you'd never really been to one before but movies and books have taught you that this is what a Throne room probably looks like - with a Grand Throne placed at the very center and numerous chairs placed on either side of it. The walls in this room are graced with more pictures and paintings of kings and queens and common people and soldiers. You wonder if your picture would ever be up there somewhere in the future.

"Oh, hello lovely people!" A manly voice booms through the hall, "I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long."

A few quick taps of feet on the floor and there stands in front of you a very familiar face - as if you'd almost seen him in a dream.

Black tuxedo, perfectly styled hair, a walkie-talkie in his hand, the man before you looks right out of a James Bond movie. "I'm Choi San, Prince Yunho's personal secretary and the royal family's representative for the day."

He claps his hands together, "Her Highness the Queen Regent, Her Highness the Queen Mother and His Highness Crown Prince Yunho sadly couldn't be here since they have some important charity event to attend. I deeply apologize for that. In their place, allow me to welcome you to the Jeong family's Grand palace!"

"You'll all be taken to your rooms now because you must be tired from the journey. If you need anything, just tell one of these servants."

The servants nod at San and signal you and your family to follow them.

"Uh, lady Y/n. Mind if I have a word with you?" San interrupts.

Although surprised, you nod as you let your family walk off to their rooms.

"Yes?" You ask San.

San's eyes are focused on your frame - every movement, every expression, every word - he's observing you as if to make sure you're the right person for Prince Yunho. You feel self conscious all of a sudden.

"Yunho did say you're a charming person. I just didn't think I'd agree with him before, but now..I definitely do." San giggles, offering you his hand, "I'm Choi San at your service, madam. Your wish is my command."

You bow gently at him, "I'm y/n y/l/n. It's nice to meet you too, sir."

San chuckles, "Please don't call me that, your Highness. I'm your employee. Besides I have something important to talk to you about. "

The last few words form a tight knot in your stomach, fear finding it's way through your veins.

"Y-yeah?"

"You have a coronation ceremony tonight. I hope you know that. We've already hired a stylist who will take care of all you from now on. She'll meet you immediately after lunch." San explains, "And here's my business card. Contact me if anything comes up, okay?"

You gulp as you accept the shining business card from him, "Thanks. I'll do that."

San smiles sympathetically, as if he understood the fears swimming inside you. He offers you a gentle, encouraging pat on the shoulder.

"I know how you feel. A palace is a scary place, I won't deny. But if I can survive here, so can you. Plus you have Yunho. He's the nicest man a person could ever ask for, I'm sure." San says.

Your whole body relaxes a little as a soft breeze of comfort washes over you with the words leaving San's mouth. This is what you'd been wanting to hear for a long time - a reassurance that you'll be safe and okay as a member of the Royal family and that Prince Yunho might be a person you could love. But for now, you focus on keeping your self calm.

"Now, do you mind walking me to my room? I find myself a bit lost." You giggle.

San finds himself chuckling in response, "Of course, your majesty."

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When San had told you that you'd have your own personal stylist, you did not expect this . Even in your wildest dreams, this is not something you'd catch yourself wanting.

The beautiful blue gown clutches to your upper body at just the right places and then flows down your waist like a beautiful waterfall under the sunlight. A diamond necklace graces your otherwise empty neck complimented with matching earrings. The stylist - Alisa - puts your hair up in a pretty bun and then places a beautiful diamond tiara on your head. And when your eyes finally land on your reflection in the mirror, your mouth hangs open with no words but just air slipping out of it as response.

"Do you like it, your Highness?" Alisa asks with hopeful eyes. Her shy smile giving away the fact that she wants you to like what she's done, her efforts and ideas.

You have to blink hard for a few more seconds before coming to terms with the fact that you look so beautiful right now. A part you is in denial while a part of you is jumping around, doing a victory dance in happiness. You weren't used to seeing yourself look this good. Your heart leaps at the thought of Prince Yunho seeing you like this - almost like a princess who's lived in castles all her life. And then you realize that you would be one ; in only a few minutes.

"I love it, Alisa. You're brilliant!" You exclaim, wrapping your arms tightly around the stylist in happiness. By Lisa's stiff response, you are sure you'd taken her by surprise. Royals do not go around hugging normal stylists yet this hug was a symbol of your thankfulness towards her for putting so much effort into you, to make you feel special. Alisa's proud smile reaches to her eyes as she quickly works on placing the brooch pin in the right place on your dress.

A knock on your room's door attracts your attention and you are quick to fix yourself in case it was someone from the Royal family.

"I'll get that." Alisa jogs quickly towards the door.

When the door creaks opens, you see a familiar face standing there - familiar enough to know it was your fiancé, the most handsome man you'd ever laid eyes on, with the kindest smile and brightest eyes. Your heart stops beating for a dangerous second.

"Oh, hello your Highness. " Alisa greets him, bowing slightly, "Miss y/n is ready to go."

And when Yunho looks at you, your soul as if escapes your body. "H-hi, Prince Yunho."

He walks towards you with warm, red cheeks and perfect black hair and a stylish black tuxedo and offers you his hand, "It's nice to finally meet you, my lady."

How does one ever respond to that? How does one ever behave in front of an actual, real life prince, who also happens to be your fiancé? He presses his lips to your fingers ever so gently.

The butterflies in your stomach go wild.

"Shall we go now? Everyone's waiting for you, my lady." He asks.

You nod, wrapping an arm around his, "Yes."

The short walk towards the throne room is mostly filled with a comfortable sense of silence, except for the times when Prince Yunho points at some random picture on the wall and talks about it. Your eyes seem to be following every movement of his, and everytime your eyes meet, you find yourself melting under his gaze. You are smitten by him and there's no denying in that.

On entering the throne room, all heads turn towards you - ministers, relatives, your family, Yunho's friends, San and all servants present there observe you as Yunho walks you down the flowery aisle leading to the Throne. You could feel everyone's eyes on you, scary yet exciting, they follow your every movement and every word and every expression.

And when they bow down slightly as you stand on the right side on the Throne, you realise these people weren't just bowing at Yunho, there were also bowing down at you. Because you'll be his wife tomorrow, a princess, a figure that should be loved by the people. The only thing keeping you grounded is Yunho's gentle hand softly clutching yours. It's as if he could sense your inner turmoil before even you do it yourself. "Are you nervous?" He whispers in your ear.

"Yes, a little. "

"Don't be. I'm here with you."

The main door to the hall opens and two women walk inside, at least ten soldiers walking in front and behind them, guns at ready and eyes critically scanning all the faces.

The older woman, who you assume to be the Queen Mother and Yunho's grandmother, wears a sweet smile and walks as gracefully as ever even in this senile age. She waves gleefully at the crowd bowing down to her. On her left stands a slightly younger woman, Yunho's aunt and the Queen Regent who has been the ruler of this kingdom after Yunho's parents passed away in a tragic accident ten years ago. Rumor has it that the Queen Regent is a strict, emotionless ruler who has no mercy for criminals and is harsh with all the employees of the palace. You notice her serious gaze fixed in your direction and shudder in fear even though you've barely ever talked to her before.

"May the Queen Mother live long! May the Queen Regent live long!" Someone chants and the others follow suit in the blink of an eye.

You suddenly feel as if you are in some period drama.

The Queen Regent takes her place on the throne while the Queen Mother takes a seat on the left side of the Throne. A single wave of the Queen Regent's hand and the crowd goes completely silent.

"Hello to everyone gathered here today. I am very, very glad to welcome a new member of the family - lady y/n y/l/n. She is to be the wife of my beloved nephew Yunho and the future Queen of this kingdom. Please give her a warm welcome!"

The hall erupts into claps and cheers and your name being repeated as if in a chant. Your grip on Yunho's arm tightens.

"I'm there, my lady." He says again, "Don't be afraid."

San brings out a huge sword and places it in the Queen Regent's hands. This sword is what you assume to be the Jeong family's old, sacred sword used by generations and generations of brave kings and queens to protect themselves as well as the citizens of their beloved country. This sword is a symbol of pride and victories. And a lost history.

"As per ancient traditions, I will now be crowning miss y/n as a princess before her wedding with the prince tomorrow. From now on she will be called her Highness Crown princess Y/n. She is an important member of our family from this day forth."

"Y/n, go on and kneel in front of my aunt." Yunho whispers, nodding at you with a proud smile, "You're doing so great already."

You comply by his words and kneel in front of the throne, your head hanging low and eyes squeezed shut with anxiousness of what is to come.

"Welcome to the family, y/n." You hear the Queen Regent's voice before she gently taps your right shoulder with the tip of the sword and then the left one. You feel a few droplets of water being sprinkled on your face.

"Rise, Crown Princess. Face your people and let them welcome you with open arms."

It is done. You are a princess now. This can never be undone, this name, this title will stick with you till the end of time. You're no longer a normal girl with small dreams and basic requirements, you're a future Queen now.

Rise, Crown Princess.

And you do.

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

Every person has dreamt about their own wedding at least once in their life - whether it is in the peak of their teenage or in the innocent wonders of their childhood or the wildest dreams of their adult years, this thought found itself in everyone's mind.

You had one such dream too.

But your dream had always been very simple. A nice man, your closest friends and family, a cheap and beautiful wedding dress, a small party with limited people - that is all you've ever wanted. You didn't want a gathering of four hundred people who you barely knew, the new reporters shoving their cameras into your face, heavy make up or expensive jewelry, or a husband who you barely knew. But guess that is what the Gods had written in your fate. And you have no option now than to accept things the way they are.

You don't remember much from the wedding ceremony or the huge party that follows, really ; you only remember Yunho's lips pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead when the priest asks the groom to kiss the bride(probably the best part of the day), your grandmother's tears of happiness and Alisa and San winking at the two of you after the ceremony was over. Everything else felt like a blur, as if your head had been underwater all this while.

An hour or so into the party, Prince Yunho asks you to walk with him. Alone. Though reluctant, how could you ever say no to those innocent eyes? The discomfort from being surrounded by hundreds of unknown people slowly disappears as the two of you walk around the garden, your eyes never meeting but a sense of familiarity settling between the two of you.

"I'm not used to this, you know." He says with a shy smile.

The sky is beautiful, decorated with stars and a full moon but nothing compares the glow on Yunho's face when he turns to glance at you.

"Used to what?" You enquire, "Having so many people here?"

He shakes his head, "No. I'm used to having a lot of people here. That's all I've ever seen. What I'm not used to is this. Having a partner or someone else live in my room with me."

"So...?"

"I'm happy about it. I really am. But I know you're new to this royal lifestyle and we barely even know each other that well but I hope you don't regret this marriage. Because I'm sure that I won't. " Yunho sighs, "And if you ever feel like it's not worth your time anymore, you are more than free to leave. Forget about everyone else, do what your heart says. "

The last phrase catches you off guard. It is very, very rare to find people who give you this sort of freedom in any arrangement. The fact that he opens up his thoughts to you makes your heart leap with happiness. And a little sadness too that he'd think you'd leave him so easily.

"Hey," you pat his arm, "I'm not leaving anytime soon. I promise. We made a vow, didn't we?"

Yunho blushes at your words, but under the bright moonlight it goes unnoticed by you.

"Do you mind if I hold your hand?" He suggests after a few seconds of silence.

The butterflies in your stomach are seemingly having the time of their life these past few days.

"I don't." You slide your hand into his and your fingers intertwine almost instantly. His warm palm presses against your cold one, bring a sense of comfort you never thought you'd ever experience. In the midst of a chaotic royal gathering and the paparazzi trying to sneak in through the gates, you and Yunho find a small world for yourselves that no one else can ever have access to.

And for the first time in months, you realise that this marriage might be worth more than what you thought it would be.

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

You've always wondered what the people in royal palaces do. Do they spend all their time greeting the citizens and walking in the gardens? Do they keep dancing in the ballroom all the time? Or do they busy themselves with war conspiracies?

Sadly you realise that royal life sounds very exciting and extravagant only when you're not the one actually living a life like that. And this conclusion dawns on you only after ten days of the wedding.

The first week is packed with activities, alright. Visiting the common people and distant relatives and going to various public events. Your curiosity was at its peak till a few days ago, but now here you are, sitting on the edge of your soft bed, phone in lap and eyes drooping with sleepiness, wondering how to keep yourself occupied.

"Y/n?" The door creaks open as Yunho peeks inside shyly, "Can I come in?"

You nod, "It's your room, Yunho. You don't need my permission to enter."

"Oh, I was just making sure you weren't doing anything you didn't want me to see."

Oh. Your cheeks turn into crimson fruits as his words finally hit you.

"Anyway, I actually came to get my file. But I saw you sitting here. Are you bored?"

Are you? Heck, yes!

"Yes." You reply almost guiltily.

Chuckling, he leans down to press a loving kiss on top of your head, "Come on. I'll show you something."

You took pride in the fact that after only a week of staying here, you knew the palace fairly well. The corridors and paintings and artifacts and the workers weren't as foreign to you anymore. Yet the path Yunho takes you to seems weirdly unfamiliar.

Guess new surprises await everyday.

Soon enough, your steps halt in front of a huge wooden door labeled as ' library '.

Rows and rows of books welcome you the moment you step inside, Yunho leading the way into the most beautiful library you'd ever seen in your life. As always, paintings grace the wooden walls and a huge crystal chandelier hangs from the middle most point of the ceiling.

"Yunho...is this..what heaven looks like?"

The smell of old and new books hit your nostrils as you run a gentle hand over the book kept in the shelves, feeling the various materials of book covers brush past your fingertips.

"Maybe." Yunho responds with a grin.

Yunho's heart feels full with adoration and content at the sight of you dancing around the books shelves, gleefully taking notes of the books you plan to read on the days to come. Your eyes curl up into crescent moons as your toothy smile seems to have taken Yunho's breath away. Beautiful is what you look. Simple and elegant and so innocent.

All his life he's spent among royal people, people with political intentions and lots of money. But you make him feel differently. Being with you feels like a breath of fresh air for Yunho. And who wouldn't like that?

"Earth to Yunho." You click your fingers in front of his face after you catch him staring at you. Not that you didn't like it, but you had to do something before you turn into a mush before his eyes, "What are you thinking?"

"Oh, um..nothing." you. He was thinking about you, "How about I ask the workers to bring my office stuff over here? I can work here while you read. I don't want you to be alone."

A shameless grin plasters over your lips.

"I'd like that, Yunho. I'd like that very much. "

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

"How's the married life treating you?" Your granny asks you this question every damn time she decides to call you. 

And surprisingly somehow, you always answer positively to her query.

"Well, good. I think so at least. " you smile to yourself, remembering the soft kiss Yunho had placed on your head as he left for an official trip this morning. Even in your half asleep state, your cheeks had turned bright red, "Prince Yunho is a nice man. "

"Oh, of course he is! I wouldn't have asked you to marry him otherwise, you idiot." She yells at you although you know she's smiling through the phone, "Anyway, I can't talk for long today. I have a doctor's appointment so I'll need to dress up for that."

That comes as a surprise, "What? Are you sick ?"

"God, no. I'm not a weakling, okay? It's the regular check up. Don't worry." She says, "Bye now. "

The line goes silent.

Sighing, you put your phone down on the night stand. On times like this, when the room is too quiet and you are too lazy to walk out and talk to other people, you start missing home. A lot more than usual. Your house, though only consisting of four people was way too noisy from sunset till sundown and somehow, you'd gotten used to it. The quietness has yet to grow on you.

A slight knock on the door attracts your attention and you immediately allow whoever it is to come inside.

"Oh, Alisa. It's you!" You exclaim as relief washes over you on seeing a familiar face.

"Yes, your Highness. How have you been?" She bows down to you, "Are you able to adjust to this new life?"

"I've been okay, you could say. Still a little overwhelmed whenever I have to face people but I think I'm getting there." You laugh a little.

Alisa gives you an understanding nod, "I totally understand. But I'm glad you're feeling more comfortable. By the way, I came here to ask you if you wanted to visit my boutique in the town nearby. It's a new one and I wanted you to come see it before the inauguration. "

Your heart jumps at the offer. You remember back in your college days, you would often go shopping with Maya, especially on weekends. The two of you would wait for months for a sale or special offers because online shopping sometimes just doesn't do it for you. You smile, nostalgic, "I'd love to go."

"And then maybe we could go and eat in the pizzeria nearby. It serves the best pizza in the world, I swear."

This is just beyond tempting at this point, a literal trap to have you step out of the role of a royal Princess and embracing the careless city girl inside of you and who are you to keep her hidden for too long?

"What are we waiting for then?"

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

Yunho surprises you every now and then.

On the outside, he is a strict man with the sharpest of brains and the most observant eyes. The title of being a crown prince sits heavy on his shoulders and with every passing day, the weight just get heavier.

On the contrary, the Yunho you get to see everyday is very different. Soft and cheerful and smiley, he's the literal embodiment of the sunshine and your heart doesn't seem to rest everytime you see him.

It must have been roughly a month since the wedding when he makes an impromptu plan of visiting your city and your parents' house since it had been a long time you last saw them.

"Heard you were going to your parents house?" You had gotten ready to go before Yunho did, so instead of sitting in your bedroom, you decided take a short walk outside in the gardens. And as you strolled around aimlessly among the flowers and bushes, deep in thoughts, you had come across the Queen Mother sitting by the water fountain.

"Yes, your majesty." You reply, rather intimated by her aura.

It's hard to accept sometimes that this person is best friends with your grandmother, when the both of them are as different from each other as the two poles! Your grandmother is the ever so sweet, smiling, supportive person. You would never see her angry or upset. But on the other hand, the Queen Mother is uptight, very quiet and rarely ever smiles. Just like her daughter, the Queen Regent. Maybe it's a royal thing but you're glad you don't have to see this serious side of Yunho on a daily basis.

"Good. The farther from here, the better." She mumbles.

You are alarmed at her words, "I'm sorry?"

She sighs, her walking sticking tapping the marble wall of the fountain, "Y/n, I adore you. I might not show it but I'm glad my grandson has someone like you to make his life less lonely. But you have to be careful. Not everyone is appreciative of a person of common birth being crowned as a Crown Princess. "

Fear slowly clutches you in its palms. You had gotten very occupied with Yunho and being a crown princess and making new friends, you admit. So occupied that you let your guard down. And the Queen Mother's words sound more like an advice than a threat.

"Should I be worried?" You ask, your skin going cold at the thought of someone actually wanting to hurt you.

"Not yet, no. But be very, very careful. You cannot trust anyone here. Not even me. The only person you can lean on is Yunho. Why? Because he might be as much in danger as you."

Have you ever seen how people start panicking when any sort of alarm goes off? Yeah, thats exactly how you feel at that moment.

"Y/n, let's go!" You hear Yunho call you from the front gate, already taking his seat inside his car.

You bow at the Queen Mother before jogging towards Yunho, your heart no longer into the trip as it were a few minutes ago.

Yet seeing your parents and granny after so long did comfort you.

They had prepared this small barbeque party in your backyard, your dad playing guitar and purposely singing badly to embarrass you while your mother shows Yunho your childhood pictures. And the food, oh, the food! The five star chefs from Yunho's palace could never replace this comfort food you had at your parents house. It might not be well decorated with garnishes or spices or fancy plates but it made you feel like everything will eventually be okay - which is exactly what you needed at the moment.

The entire evening you try hard to talk to Yunho but when your house is full of three excited adults, it is hard to do that. Around one am in the morning, you finally find yourself in your old bedroom, Yunho's fascinated eyes roaming around the room that feels like it were straight out of some teenage romance movie. Where in reality you'd honestly been too lazy to change the room's layout once you outgrew your teenage obsessions and interests.

"You seem to be liking my room a little too much. " you chuckle, scrolling aimlessly through your phone, your face partly squished into your favorite pillow.

The boyband posters, old polaroids from your school functions, romance novels stacked up neatly by the nightstand - all of this is as foreign to him as his palace is to you.

Yunho lies down beside you, still in awe of the room, "Yeah, it literally mirrors your personality. "

"How?"

"I can't explain it, you know," he clicks his tongue, "But everything in this room screams y/n. Like everything here is made only for you."

You raise your eyebrow at his words. He's very observant, that you've noticed, but the fact that he knows you this well in barely a month warms your heart.

"What about our bedroom in the palace? Is it not made for me?"

"Oh, it is. Of course it is. But you're staying there because you have to, right? Because we're married and all that." He replies.

"No, I'm not. I told you Yunho - I'm staying there because I want to." You say, now no longer in a mood to joke around.

Suddenly, the words from The Queen Mother swim back into your mind, as you start seeing her words in a completely different light.

Yunho has somehow always expressed how he is unable to believe your presence around him and how he acts like you're doing a favor by doing that. And you find yourself wondering if Yunho knows what she'd said to you. The danger that looms above both of your heads must not be as much of a secret to him than you thought it would be. So instead of confronting him, you decide to comfort him.

"We'll be fine, Yunho. " you drag your hand towards his, your body relaxing the moment he squeezes it back, "Both of us."

Yunho looks at you with love and desire clear in his eyes, his free hand slowly dragging towards your face. You could see it now- the loneliness from the loss of his parents and the negligence from his aunt and grandmother throughout his childhood still very much exists behind the mask of a happy prince. You do not know the language of royal people or politics but you do know the language of love and more than a stupid gold crown, he needs someone to love him. And thats exactly what you intend to do.

Was it too soon? You didn't care anymore. And you know for a fact that he didn't either.

You lean in close and press your forehead to his, "You're not alone anymore. Okay?"

You see him smile from your hooded gaze, your breath mixing with his in an intoxicating mixture. "Thank you, y/n. You have no idea how much I appreciate it."

And that in itself are a combination of words much more heavier than a simple 'I like you.'

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

"The Queen Regent wishes to see you."

San runs up to you the first thing the next morning, right after breakfast.

"Why?" You ask, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

You had a plan to accompany your granny and the Queen Mother to their small tea party in a nearby Farmhouse but you couldn't obviously say no to meeting the Queen Regent. Because well, she's the Queen.

"I don't know, your Highness. I try to stay away from her as much as possible but whenever our paths do cross, she always assigns some work to me." He whines, "Go on, I'll tell the Queen Mother that you're occupied. I will be heading out with Yunho right now anyway."

Shaking your head in annoyance, you make your way to the Queen Regent's office.

Her office smells like expensive cigars the moment you step inside, and the full ashtray on her table only feeds into your conclusions.

"You asked for me, your majesty?" You ask in a low voice.

When she looks up from writing in her journal, your heart skips a few beats in fear. Her eyes hold no resemblance to Yunho's angelic ones or even The Queen Mother's serious ones. They look like two deep, bottomless black holes that swallow everything and anything in its vicinity. Her long hair is tied in a braid and her lips quiver passively upon seeing you.

"Ah, yes." She replies, "Please have a seat."

You take the chair in front of her desk, uncomfortable at the close proximity between you and the one person who everyone tries to avoid.

"How are you?" She begins, closing her journal and keeping her pen inside the drawer, "How are things going with Yunho?"

"I'm good, thank you for asking. And yes, things are going well with Yunho."

Her question seems odd, but you let it pass.

"Okay. That's really great to hear. Anyway, I met your husband a little while ago. And he asked me to tell you that he intends to see you on the rooftop alone later tonight." She raises an eyebrow, a gentle smile playing on her lips, "Looks like he has a date planned."

Her words seem too far fetched to be true. Too unrealistic. Not the date part though, but the part where he specifically ask her to pass on the message to you. He could have easily asked San or Lisa or even told you in first person, so why would he choose the Queen Regent out of so many people when he you've barely seen him talk to her?

But you're a Crown Princess, and she's the Queen and you cannot question her. "Okay, I'll be there." You get up from your seat and bowing gently, "Thank you for letting me know, your majesty. By the way, did he mention what time I am to go ?"

"Oh um...Around seven in the evening?" She's fumbling on her words, and you're sure she's lying about something.

Still you suppress your doubts and walk back to your room, hoping to find the truth behind her words this evening at seven.

The entire day goes by in the blink of an eye, but to you it feels like an eternity. The curiosity has you sitting at the edge of your bed, ready to make a run for it if any danger ever comes your way.

Yunho, who was out with San for some official work has surprisingly not texted you today at all. And it only adds to your doubts of the Queen Regent being a liar.

And when night finally falls, you find yourself tense up more than you'd done the entire day.

The night is quiet, calm but beautiful and as you step into the terrace and the soft wind kisses your face, you almost believe the Queen Regent's words. Maybe Yunho did really plan a surprise date for you. Because this is everything that Yunho likes. A beautiful night and a company he loves.

The terrace stands high giving you a beautiful view of the entire palace complex, the gardens and everything beyond. And for a moment, your worries diminish as you step near the railing, inhaling the fresh air and you feel safe.

But, you see, that's where you are wrong. This imaginary cloud of safety that you'd thought was around you was never there in the first place. Since the first time you stepped into the palace, all eyes have been on you - on every action, every activity, every word. You'd always been swimming in a dangerous sea. One wrong move, and you realise the shark is right behind you. And just how the Queen Mother had told you, you were only ever safe with Yunho by your side. But he isn't here anymore.

So it doesn't come as a when a pair of rough hands give you a single, harsh push, sending you falling right down five floors.

"You will never be our queen." Is what you hear before your vision dissolves into a black hole.

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

When you were six years old, you fell down your bike once while trying to copy some stupid stunt you'd seen people on television shows do. The excruciating pain that followed the fall was something which you thought you'd never have to experience again. That was the kind of pain which hurts you down to your very bones, sending waves of shock through your body with a single movement of your hands.

And that is exactly how you expect to feel the moment you open your eyes and come face to face with a familiar ceiling. But all you feel is sore, like how you feel the morning after exercising after a long while.

The bandages on your arms and abdomen indicate that your fall wasn't as bad as you thought it'd be but it was, nevertheless, a fall which was very much done on purpose.

"Y/n, honey, are you awake?" You hear Yunho's groggy voice coming from somewhere near the foot of the bed you lie on.

"Y-yeah. What happened?" You manage to sit up even though your body feels heavy with fatigue, "How did I fall?"

Yunho appears by your bed side in the blink of an eye and your heart clenches with relief when he bends down to kiss your head.

It feels like you hadn't seen him in days, years, where as it had only been around two days since you passed out. Yunho had rushed back home the moment he found out about it, leaving all his stupid official work for some other day. Hell, he would happily give up all his responsibilities if it means he could see you and keep you safe. He'd cried for nights and days, never leaving your side even when the nurses would change your clothes or bandage dressing. The mere thought of you never waking up again was too dark for him, especially when he'd found such a happy place in you. You are the owner of his heart and everything else that he could give you. You are, literally, his only family member. His whole world. And if he loses you, he would lose himself with you.

"A-are you okay?" He sits down on the bed, holding your hand so tight as if he was afraid you'd disappear if he let's go, "does it hurt anywhere?"

"Just a little bit, but I'm okay. I feel fine." You say, smiling through your busted lips.

Your smile as if breaks a wall he'd been holding onto for days, and his eyes immediately tear up.

"I'm so so sorry, y/n. I should have been there. I should have been protecting you. I keep forgetting I'm not a stupid guy with a normal life and that people I associate with might get into trouble anytime. I'm so sorry, I should have protected you from my Aunt and Alisa. I'm so fucking sorry."

Aunt? And Alisa? What is he taking about?

"Yunho, what are you -"

"They planned it. The entire thing. They purposely sent me and grandma away so no one would doubt them. Aunt had supposedly promised my hand in marriage to Alisa a long time ago but Grandma got us married instead. They were angry. So angry that they went ahead and tried to k-kill you. " he sobs into his hands, the tip of his nose turning bright red, "Alisa was the one who pushed you. They forgot to remove the CCTV footage."

You freeze for a second, Alisa's betrayal hurting you worse than The Queen Regent's. You almost thought you could find a friend in her, just like Maya. You trusted her. You felt safe around her when in reality, she'd only been a time bomb - waiting to blow up.

"Alisa did?" You mutter, your lips drying with fear, "I-I don't know what to say. Yunho, I- I can't believe Alisa would do this."

"I didn't either. But both of them have admitted to it. The police took them. I'm so sorry, y/n. " Yunho rubs his tears away, "I talked to your granny and parents. They said you could move back in with them. The divorce will take about a year or so to get finalized but you don't have to stay here till then. You can go back home whenever you want."

Your heart crushes in your chest. The fear of abandonment Yunho carries within himself yet he has the guts to let you go is something you would forever admire and hate in him. How could he think this way, especially after you've reassured him countless number of times that you're here to stay.

"I didn't agree to a divorce. What the fuck are you even cooking up in that mind of yours?" You say, stern and angry.

He looks up at you, his guilty eyes making the pain in your chest more painful.

"Y/n, please, you cannot stay with -"

"Shut up. Just shut up. I don't care. I don't care what you think. I am an adult and the crown princess of this kingdom and I will do as I please. " you almost yell, "I am staying here, with you, for better or worse. I told you I wouldn't leave. "

Yunho bursts into tears, wrapping his arms gently around you, hiding his face in the crook of your neck as you gently pat his back, reassuring him that you'd always stay. No matter what.

"Y-you might get hurt again, y/n. I don't want you to stay and get hurt again." But his tight hold on your body tells you otherwise.

"We're both in danger for the rest of our lives. Does that mean we stop living?" You whisper, pulling away from the embrace only to grab his chin, "Does that mean we stop loving?"

He shakes his head as his lips curve down and a shaky sob escapes his mouth, "Nothing will ever happen to you again, I swear. I will keep you safe. You will not have a reason to complain again."

You nod, dabbing his tears away with your thumb, "I know. I believe you. "

You stare into his eyes - his beautiful eyes made of the finest stardust that make your brain go hazy every morning that you wake up and find them right beside you. And that's exactly how you choose to wake up every morning till the end of your days.

"Is this the part where we kiss or what, because I've waited a long time -" he cuts your blabbering off by finally placing his plump, peachy lips on yours ever so tenderly.

He steals all the air from lungs, driving you breathless and crazy with every movement of his lips on yours and the gentle touch of his fingers on your face only adds to the unbounded euphoria you feel at the moment. He's beautiful. Even with your eyes closed, you know that he is beautiful. And not just with his face, he is a beautiful man inside out. He is yours and nothing in this world can ever change that. So when he pulls away, panting and out of breath, and gently kisses your forehead, you say, "I love you, my prince."

These words. These damn words that he'd waited for months to hear, nights he spent dreaming about hearing them. And he has to mentally slap himself to make himself believe this all to be true.

Stealing a quick kiss from your lips again, he whispers, "I love you, too, my princess. "

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The Stone’s Toll - Chapter Five

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Claire sat nursing her glass of expensive cognac. Neither of them initiated a conversation, preferring silence to the inevitable argument that would ensue. 

 It was Christmas Eve when she returned. Little over a month and a half in that soul leeching ward. Frank had decorated the house with holly, and ivy, and even some sprigs of mistletoe in an attempt for some normalcy. 

 “Claire, I’m sorry for what they did to you. I was angry at you. You not only chose to leave me once but twice over. You’d rather die than feel my touch. I wanted to feel anything but utter despair. I’m sorry it has taken me so long to return you home.” She offered no response. 

“Do you have any idea just how difficult these last few months- past few years have been for me Claire? How utterly exhausting it has been to deal with your loss and then now this? I don’t wish to fight you on any of this. Let us have a civilised conversation please.”  

 “How hard it’s been for you!” Her mouth hung open in shock. “You think these past few months have just been a fucking picnic for me!” She stood in her anger and seethed at the fireplace, back turned from her husband. 

 “Of course not, but did you ever stop to consider how I’ve felt about anything?” 

 “Did you ever consider my feelings when you were sticking your cock into one of your students?! God, did you give me one of their diseases?” Shock plastered over his face. “Oh don’t act so surprised, I’ve smelt the perfume and all those long nights at your ‘office’.”

 “Claire, be reasonable. You’ve only let me touch you once, and that was before I was intimate with anyone else. Not all of us are such mendacious sluts.” 

 “Oh and I’m sure you were an exemplary student of abstinence while I was ‘missing’, for fuck’s sake even during the war, because clearly me being the ‘mendacious slut’ that I am I wasn’t entirely faithful either!” 

 “I don’t wish to fight you anymore Claire, something has recently come upon my knowledge during my research, and it affects you. Please have a seat.” He gestured to the decanter on the side table and poured a glass for her.

 “It pains me to see you like this Claire. I can’t in good conscience force you to stay here and slip further and further away from me every day” Frank sucked in a breath and smoothed his hands over his thighs. “It angered me to see that you’d rather die... than be with me. That you chose his memory over me, a living, breathing human being, and I couldn’t even be sure he was real. Still can't. Can you not see Claire why it took me a while to finally decide upon your release?”

 The hazy buzz that normally surrounded her mind now had started to fade, if only slightly. Claire squinted at Frank and nodded. 

 He paused, calculating his next words. 

 “I’ve done some research with the Reverend. We’ve been in communication since you’ve told me what happened.”

 Frank adjusted his collar. He stared at the stack of papers to his right on the desk.

 “And well we certainly found evidence of your presence in the past, but there are other things.”

 Claire stared straight through him, she didn’t need to worry about her glass face showing something wrong. She felt nothing. This confirmation made no difference for the hell she had been through. The numb feeling had taken a while to crawl over her body the past few months and she welcomed it. It felt better than the suffocating dread and grief she originally felt.

 “I know I must let you go. Go to him I mean. It’s the least I can do for the pain I’ve inadvertently caused you, Claire. Please forgive me. It’s unbearable for me to live to see you this way, even if the alternative is to send you back.”

 “He’s dead, Frank. They all are.” Her lips thinned into a line. “I have nothing to live for.” 

 She cringed at her last choice of words. She didn’t want to cause him unnecessary suffering. But she was too tired to lie, to protect him from such verbal blows.

 “But Claire. He survived.” His white knuckles wrapped tightly around the armrest of the leather chair and he flexed his jaw. “This man, this Red Jamie was exonerated of his crimes, with a pardon from King George II himself. And his lands returned in reparation.” 

 “How-how can you tell me this? You know what I- God what you put me through. Why would you give me this hope?” 

 “I’ve also found one Alexander Malcolm and his,” he gulped, “wife Elizabeth Malcolm. But Claire, this is your hand on the document. A christening, where Elizabeth, where you’re stated as godmother in a church in Broch Mordha. But then there’s also this purchase of a croft on the Isle of Lewis, with the same signature as Alexander Malcolm.”

 “Please, Claire, allow me to make amends for whatever part I’ve caused in your suffering. If there’s some piece, some knowledge I can give you, it would ease my mind considerably. I don’t wish for you to waste away before my eyes, for the rest of our days in resentment.” His lips tightened into a thin line. “I met someone while you were away. The new assistant under me at Harvard. I think,” he paused, “I think I love her as you love your Jamie. Let us divorce and I’ll give you what funds I have.” 

 “You’re just- okay with that?” 

 “Claire, you haven’t been my wife in years, not really.” 

 “So that’s just it? I offered divorce when I returned, and finally accept when you’ve damaged me. My mind, my soul!” He winced at the sight of circled bits of skin on her temples. 

 “And I am regrettably sorry, darling.” He reached for her hand and squeezed. “I know this is what you’ve wanted ever since you’ve returned. Please, let me make this easy on you. I have the banking number for what covers the divorce settlement. It should be enough to purchase a flight to London, and then I know the inheritance from your parents and uncle should help you on your way to Inverness.” He slid over a paper card to her, detailing the whereabouts of the money he was offering her. She kept her arms crossed tightly over her sternum, not wishing to take any charity from him.  

 “There's another thing. Your son, the name they said you called out in your sleep every night. I have this death certificate of one Fergus Claudel Fraser. Marked March in the year of our lord Seventeen Forty-Five.” Tears sprang in her dry eyes at the mention of him. He pulled out a sheet from the pile of papers he collected and shoved it over to her side of the table. 

 “Why are you doing this Frank?” She couldn’t bear this physical proof that she had left her son to die without her. 

 “Here is one Fergus Malcolm, on the Isle of Lewis, a year after his ‘death’ and you're on this too. Or rather your alter ego one Elizabeth Beauchamp Malcolm. If nothing else, will you not live for him? Even if the proof of him amounts to nothing, that he really did die at Culloden? Please, take the money, and the papers. I’m hoping it can ease my conscience from all the torture you’ve endured.” 

 The last thing Claire wanted to do was ease Frank’s ego. She wanted him to suffer. But here was a lifeline, a way out and back to her family. She would see Fergus again if fate allowed. Her mind would never allow her to comprehend the other piece of hope before her. The one sure thing she knew was Fergus, he had been whole and alive the last she saw him. And there was something urging her to him. A panicked urgency. Her mind flashed to the nights after her therapies, when his presence in her dreams was almost so real she could feel his touch after she woke. She quickly signed the paper he offered. Claire Elizabeth Fraser. The wet ink shined against the thick paper. His suffering would have to wait. Her fingers began to twist the gold band on her finger but Frank stopped her. 

 “No, keep it. It will have value when you… return. The papers will be sorted by the time you’re gone, and we’ll both be free.” He swallowed sharply. “Know this Claire. I still love you, and I always will.” 

 He had a funny way of showing it, Claire thought. She didn’t dignify his statement with a response. She left him in the living room to pack, and as the sun rose the next morning her bed and dresser were empty. 

 Frank set aside some money for the divorce settlement into Claire’s own account. She withdrew the three hundred pounds without a second thought, and purchased a ticket to London. It barely covered the cost of a transatlantic flight, which was more of a luxury than anything, but she could afford to spend money, not time. A ship between would have lasted weeks, not hours. She was left with little over fifty pounds to find her way to Inverness. The only things she carried with her were her pearls, sgian dubh, the ring without its ruby stone, the copious amount of papers from Frank’s research, her old botany pocketbook, and a change of clothes, all packed into one small suitcase. Her things barely fit half the space inside it. The gold band hung around her neck on a chain now, instead of resting comfortably on her left ring finger. It clanged against the skin between her breasts with every sway of her steps. It was decided over a very pricey international phone call, she would go see Mrs. Graham.

[itslunarwritesstuff]

Movie night

Prompt: “This movie is really scary, but you’re so into it I’m trying not to cover my face the whole time but- WHAT IS THAT”

Word Count: 2,600

Pairing: Shawn Hunter x Fem! Reader

Summary: Weekly movie night at Y/N’s house isn’t exactly what Shawn planned when Y/N picks a horror movie for them to watch. The thing is Shawn hates gore-filled horror movies they scare him half to death but refuses to bruise his ego by telling her and not wanting to disappoint his girl. 

Contains: Fluff, Cuddling, Hair playing, and braiding. 

Y/N/N: Your nickname Y/C/H: Your color hair

Y/L/N: Your last name

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It’s the last class period of the day and thankfully it is a Friday so the weekend is coming shortly. 

Y/N is separating her books between what she needs for the weekend and not. 

When she is finished she swings around with her backpack on her shoulders and runs face-first

 into someone.  

Books flying onto the ground and Y/N’s body as well, it takes her a moment to register that this has actually happened and then she sits up pulling her shirt back down to cover her exposed stomach that must have ridden up from the fall. 

That someone is quick to bend down and offer her a hand up and help with her books, that someone being Shawn Hunter her boyfriend of only a few short weeks but a friend of much longer. 

“Y/N I’m so sorry are you okay” he apologizes. 

“No worries honey” Y/N smiles up at him. 

Shawn turns his head as to not look directly at her, his face full of embarrassment from her falling and the casual nickname. 

Mustering up some courage to speak he grabs her books off of the tiled floor and says “So are we still having movie night at your house tonight”?

Shawn hands Y/N the stray books and notebooks and she answers “Yuppers, my parents gave me the okay the other night, and get this! They’re letting us use the basement with the bigger TV; perfect for ‘The Gore Saga: Knife to meet you’”!

Trying to convey the same excitement as she is Shawn lies right through his teeth saying “That sounds awesome, I can’t wait”. 

For a little background, Shawn hates horror movies with gore. Paranormal he can deal with, maybe even psychological thrillers, anything but gore. But it was Y/N’s turn to pick the movie and he didn’t want to be the one to ruin anything for her. So no matter how much he squirmed and cringed he decided he will not say a word on the matter; for her sake and his, he did have his own pride to look out for as well. 

After all of her belongings were stowed away in her backpack she swung the object back over her shoulders and turns her head over towards Shawn’s then spots Cory and Topanga. 

Y/N wouldn’t want to leave her friends out so she tells Shawn “I think we should invite Cory and Topanga, I think it would be fun to have the four of us hanging out”. 

Before Shawn could protest she was already walking over to the infamous couple. 

Shawn usually wouldn’t be against having his two best friends come along but knew if he chickened out they would most definitely poke fun at him and his pride couldn’t take that hit. Also, he wanted to be alone with Y/N cause the difference between tonight and the other movie nights they have had; is Y/N’s parents were gone for the weekend. And Y/N’s older siblings would be the ones “watching them” which meant they could basically do whatever they wanted. Which meant he gets to spend the night, per Y/N’s request of course. 

“Hey Y/N, Shawn how are you guys”? Topanga asks. 

“Besides falling back there, Doing pretty good. Hey, we wanted to ask you two a question” Y/N answers. 

“Okay shoot”.

“So Shawn and I are having a movie night tonight and was wondering if you guys wanted to join us.” 

While Y/N said this Shawn stood behind her swinging his arms and overtly mouthing the word “No”. 

Cory is confused and doesn’t get the memo and almost says yes but Topanga gets the hint that Shawn wants to be alone with Y/N for the night and jabs her boyfriend in the side. 

“We actually have our own date planned tonight but thank you for the offer,” the girl opposite Y/N says. 

Cory still doesn’t get the memo and says “We do”? 

“Yes Cory, remember”?

“No actually, which is alarming cause I remember anything and everything Topanga related,” Cory says with a genuinely worried expression on his face scratching his head.

Topanga leans over and whispers in her partner’s ear, a sudden look of understanding coming over him. 

“Right that date thing” Cory laughs and says “You two have fun...lots of fun” a cheeky smile insinuating something else and walking away behind Topanga. 

“Was he being weirder than usual or was that just me” Y/N turned and asked Shawn. 

“It was definitely him, Trust me”. 

“Okay, will you walk me home. I really don’t want to take the bus today”. 

“Yeah of course. One second let me just grab my bag from my locker”. 

After Shawn grabs his backpack filled with his overnight things and his books that Y/N made him begrudgingly put in there too; they head towards her house. 

It is a nice spring day the only downside was the slight chill in the air despite it being sunny outside. 

Even though Y/N had a sweatshirt on she was still freezing, it was as if Shawn sensed this and put his arm around her shoulder her hand coming up to interlock their fingers. They walked in sync staying close on the narrow sidewalk. Most of the walk was silent because they spoke through touch and subtle glances. 

When they arrived at Y/N’s house her parents were still home but there was no worry, they trusted the two teenagers and her parents just adored Shawn. They wanted Y/N to be with Shawn before Y/N even knew she wanted to be with him. 

“Hi Mr. and Mrs. Y/L/N almost ready for your weekend getaway,” Shawn asked her parents when they entered the house. Suitcases were lined up next to the front door. 

“Almost, we are just going down our checklist making sure we don’t forget anything.” Y/N’s Mom said frantically checking boxes on the slip of paper in her hand. 

“We left money on the kitchen table for food tonight, so you guys order whatever you want for your movie night” Y/N’s Dad informed them. 

“Thank you, Dad. Love you guys have a safe trip” their daughter pulled each of her parents into individual hugs. 

Her Mom gives Shawn a hug as well “Love you Shawn, be good okay” he nods and returns the squeeze. Y/N’s family has always been there with open arms for the Hunter boy since they were kids. He even stayed with them for a while as well as the Matthews when his Dad went looking for his Mom a while back. 

Y/N’s Dad opted out for the hug and gives Shawn a handshake instead saying “The Gore Saga huh, you’re a braver man than I am Shawn. I have no idea how she enjoys those movies”.

Shawn just laughed as the adults made their way out of the house. 

Later after the pair have eaten and gotten everything set up; blankets and pillows on the couch, refreshments, and the rented VHS tape of ‘The Gore Saga: Knife to meet you’.

Shawn gulped on the couch while Y/N slid the tape into the VCR; she hurried back over to the couch excitedly and all of Shawn’s fear disappeared when she hopped onto the couch next to him. Her smile wider than ever and her head rested on his lap, he distracted himself from the film by running his fingers through her hair. Sometimes making short little braids then pulling them apart right after, and for the most part, his tactic worked. Until she sat up and stretched out next to him to make herself more comfortable, he didn’t have her touch to soothe him anymore. 

(Warning descriptions of gore coming up)

After a few minutes a pretty gruesome scene unfolded on the screen in front of them; its the part of the movie where the killer gets one of the dumb ones who run into every trap he has set while trying to run away, and this guy was now being ran through a humongous factory meat grinder...and he’s dead. Blood, guts, and bones is all that comes out of the other end. 

Shawn could no longer keep his composure he was bugging big time, but when he looked over at Y/N he saw the opposite expression on her face. Where his face was full of disgust and fear, hers, on the other hand, was full of glee and joy. Who would have known that the sweet Y/N Y/L/N was a gore fan, the same girl who cried when they were nine because some kids destroyed an anthill at recess. 

Again he couldn’t hold it in anymore. “Y/N”? he softly pleaded her name. 

She turned her body towards him her eyes barely leaving the screen she was so captivated. 

“Yes, Shawnie” she continues. 

“Could you please come back over here and let me hold you or you could hold me, Even better”! Shawn reached out for Y/N desperately. 

Scooting back over to her guy she motions for him to lay on her lap and god does he! He clasps his arms around her left one holding it against his chest. She senses some of his discomfort, and she makes work by running her nails down his scalp and a rushed breath and hum escaped Shawn’s lips. 

Putting her focus back on the TV while she continued soothing the boy who laid on her legs. 

Another putrid scene of killings displays on the screen and Shawn jumps from underneath her. 

“Shawn, Baby are you okay”? Y/N asks concerned her fingers brushing her sweet boys face. 

“I’m sorry babe it’s just this movie is really scary, but you’re so into it I’m trying not to cover my face the whole time but- WHAT IS THAT”! Shawn screeches. 

Y/N jumps at the shrill noise of his scream but cannot help but laugh shortly after. 

He is just too adorable sometimes, she would have never thought her hot shot of a boyfriend would be squeamish of a little gore. 

Never the less she smiled at him still clinging her arm to his chest while his head laid on her lap.

“Babe, are you okay,” she asked still giggling. 

“Yes …” another blood splatter to the screen made Shawn jolt yet again. His eyes showed defeat as he finished “...No, I mean. This gore stuff isn’t exactly my favorite. 

“Well, why didn’t you just tell me that earlier, Duckie” Shawn always had a soft spot for that pet name it was one she didn’t use often but when she did it made his heart flutter beyond words. 

“I didn’t want to ruin your fun, Y/N/N,” he said sheepishly. 

“Oh, baby. That’s very sweet of you but I have plenty of other movies we could watch. I’ll finish this one another time, no big deal” Y/N let out a breathy laugh at just Shawn being Shawn, and the whole ‘I’ll watch it because you enjoy it’ thing made her stomach flip. 

Giving Shawn another option she says “How about a romantic comedy”? Shawn nodded his head frantically. He would deny it if anyone else knew but Y/N knew Rom/Coms were secretly his favorite. 

Sadly he peeled his body away from hers so she could go and eject the tape and put the new one in. After sliding in the much less graphic film she was less than surprised that she saw Shawn waiting for her to cuddle him on the couch, he had moved from one end to the other where the couch had an ‘L’ shape so they could hold each other while still being able to watch the movie. 

But she wasn’t complaining, whenever she got to touch Shawn in this sweet innocent way she felt like when you do when you’re at home safe and most of the time drowsy. 

She laid there in between his leg;  back laid back against his chest. He had his arms around her torso playing with her fingers that laid relaxed on her sides, and his face was buried into her hair. 

“Shawn darling, what are you doing” she giggled at the tickle of his nose brushing her jawline while he smelled her cascading locks. “Mhm your hair smells so good, and it’s so soft.” his hands slip away from her sides as he starts to comb through the Y/C/H that covered Y/N’s shoulders. After he got all the small knots out, he started braiding her hair again but this time all together instead of little strands. 

Y/N tried her best to pay attention to the love story in front of them but was more distracted by her own, right here in her basement. If she were coyer and the movie wasn’t on she would most likely jump this boy, just to shower him in kisses.

After a while long after Shawn had stopped playing with her hair, Y/N relaxed into his frame, her hands and legs tangled with his underneath the heavy but comfortable knitted blanket on top of them. 

Then came a scene where the guy and the girl have their first kiss and with all of the emotion that’s been building up, they physically cannot keep their lips off of one another and a makeout session ensues. 

Just thinking about Shawn kissing her made Y/N instantly blush, even if they were way past first kisses. 

And now Y/N was the one who couldn’t hold it together anymore, she needed kisses Now. 

Turning in Shawn’s arms she misplaces his head from the crook of her neck where every once and while leave soft little pecks across the splay of skin on her neck and jaw. And it was making Y/N’s body flush with anticipation, but nothing came of it. 

Shawn looked surprised that Y/N had moved but all he softly said was “Baby whats wrong? Do you not like the movie”? And he tucked the loose hair around her face back behind her ear. His hand lingered on her cheek thumb grazing the almost invisible baby hairs that tickled while he does so. 

Instead of answering his question Y/N leans in slightly, puts her arms around his neck and toys with the hair at the nape of his neck sending shivers down his spine. 

Knowing what she wants, she makes eye contact with the beautiful boy in front of her and asks “Can I have a kiss please” with the softest voice because she is still afraid he might say no and he is allowed to say no. 

Wasting absolutely no time he closes the gap between them as he cups her face with one hand and the other holding her lower back in a way to balance her almost. Their lips moved as one and Y/N couldn’t help but smile into the kiss a giggle about to pop because of her happiness. 

But before she could, Shawn was laughing and he had to pull away to compose himself. 

Y/N chuckled with him “What’s so funny huh”?

“You’re just so cute and polite. I love that you always ask me before kissing me. And honestly its sometimes surreal that you’re my girl ya know, I mean look at ya.” 

“You aren’t so bad yourself Hunter. And I enjoy being ‘Your girl’ very much”.

Y/N fanned her hands out on Shawn’s chest keeping some distance between them while they spoke so she could see him properly. 

Shawn leaned back in asked “May I kiss you, Princess” “Of course” she answered shortly attaching her lips back to his in a hurry. 

It’s safe to say that the movie was long forgotten for the rest of the night, they were too wrapped up with each other.

[blackssuunn-mandoandyodito]

Big dreams, expensive taste

Part one: How does it feel, to treat me like you do?

A Maxwell Lord x f!reader fanfic

Pairing:Maxwell Lord x f!reader

Rating: PG-13? Say the ratings again?

Words: 2.1 K

A/N: This is the first chapter of a series I'm working on (it's more like an introduction though). I hope you like it!

Warnings: swearing, talk of unwanted flirting, embarrassment?

Summary: you meet Mr. Lord in a very odd way.

Is working for such a big company supposed to be this tiring?

The phones keep ringing and ringing. Powerful, arrogant men enter and leave the building without so much as looking at you, and the ones who do, are just stares filled with lewd. It makes your skin itch.

The vase that decorates the counter stands tall over your head, full with some kind of white flowers that, even after four years of working in the three thousand eight hundred million dollars worth business, you fail to recognize. One would think that such an obscenely rich enterprise could easily afford to have even orchids as a way of impressing all the investors that come every day. 

The amount of time you've spent working there still amazes you. It was supposed to only be temporary until you had enough money to rent your own apartment and not obliged to rent with someone you have to pretend to like for the sake of reaching the amount of money the landlord asked for. And then the pay had been great, it wasn't such a bad schedule and four years passed in the blink of an eye. The sight over New York City in your apartment was worth every day.

Another phone at your left rings in such a noisy way that it's as if it was a person screaming at you to pay attention. Might as well be, with all the condescending assholes you have to deal with daily.

Taking a deep breath, you pick up the receiver and put on a fake smile, instinctively making your voice sweeter and falsely warm.

"Lord Enterprises, how can I help you?"

A nasal, petty voice of a woman asks you to communicate her with the head of the advertising area. Must be the girl from accountancy. "Yes, I'll put you through"

Diane's laughter comes from your right just as you hang up the phone and sigh, exasperated. It puts a smile on your face. Her fierce, genuine personality never fails to feel like a blow of fresh air in this suffocating world built on mountains of money.

"Accountancy again?" she asks, grinning. The black uniform that she never fails to look marvelous in makes her stand out in a way that even you understand why every guy and some girls drool at her sight. No one's stupid enough to flirt with her though. After that one time she sent a guy to ER for an obscene comment aimed at her, everybody understood that if she wanted something, she'd search for it. Otherwise, better stay away.

"Yes," you answer, "they seem to be going crazy with the new campaign"

Her hair moves in waves as she shakes her head, giggling. It sounds like bells.

She's better than you at handling the lines. You still can't understand how Diane can make her voice like dripping honey, convince everyone to be nice and want to kneel at her feet. And it wasn't even with malice, she was just that great. 

Another phone rings, this time one of her lines.

"Lord Enterprises, how can I help you?"

Shouting comes from the speaker as she picks up, making your blood boil as someone on the other side of the line screams at her.

She just grins and rolls her eyes.

"Sir, I can't understand a word from what you're saying. Breathe and I may be able to help you." she winks at you, leaning over the counter with a pen held between her fingers.

The shouting stops as her pen scribbles down something on her notepad, nodding. "Yes sir, will do"

She hangs up, manicured nails contrasting beautifully with the black plastic of the telephone. She looks up to find you with an arched eyebrow and an amused smile.

"It never fails," you say, amazed by how easy she can handle everything.

"It never fails"

Her skirt raises over her thigh as she bends down to pick one stack of papers that have been collecting dust all week, waiting to be taken to Human Resources. 

"I have to take this to the girls at HR," Diane mutters as she walks outside the confined space of the reception. 

You nod as her heels click away to the staff elevator, turning your attention to the phones again.

Before you take the new call, a deep voice reaches your ears as a blonde man enters the building. It sounds weirdly familiar.

"You have to schedule both reunions the same day," he orders to one of the three men walking behind him. "I can't be taking a flight every week to London when the shareholders feel like it"

His stance lets you know he's angry about something, and the men that follow him seem completely intimidated by the strong tone of his voice. It makes something hot settle on your stomach.

But not one of them bothers to show you their IDs, ignoring completely the fact that registration is needed.

You walk to them with a frown. Did they really think they could get through one of the most important buildings in the city without identifying themselves? They watch too much Tv.

"Excuse me, sir," you walk to stand in front of the blonde man. "who are you coming to see?"

His eyes burn holes through your skull as he stops talking to the man carrying his suitcase to turn towards you. "Pardon me?"

He sounds so offended that it makes you recoil slightly, but you're not getting fired over some stupid, conceited man. You look at him and he holds your gaze, impassive.

"You have to register with us before you walk in", you say, "if you're not wearing a badge, you have no access"

For some reason, the incredulous laugh he gives settles a void in your stomach and anger lights in your veins.

"Do you know who I am?"

Your eyes roll to the back of your skull. You've heard that phrase at least a hundred times in the last three months by far more intimidating men than him.

"You could be the president and there would still be rules to follow, with no badge you don't have access"

He crosses his arms right at his chest, fury shining in his brown eyes. A shiver runs down your spine but you refuse to budge, holding his stare with conviction. His upper lip twitches.

His arm points to the picture of Maxwell Lord at the back of the room behind you.

 And you turn.

That's when you realize you've really fucked up.

"Oh my God", your heart goes wild as you take in the picture of the millionaire.

You just stopped Maxwell fucking Lord from entering his own building. You're gonna get fired because you just denied access to the boss of your boss of your boss, the fucking founder of the company you work for. 

Fuck.

 "I-I'm so sorry sir," the apology leaves your lips as you stumble over your words. Your face gets hotter when he grins, amused by your embarrassment. Your chest begins to feel tight and breathing becomes harder the more you realize the mistake you've made.

And then, as if the situation wasn't bad enough already, he throws back his head and laughs. He laughs like you just told him the best joke in history, holding his stomach and covering his mouth, with shrieks of laughter that make everyone turn to look at him.

It leaves you speechless. The blood drains from your face and your hands start to feel sweaty and cold. His gaze never leaves your face once he calms down again.

 "Well," he smiles, tucking his hands inside his pockets, "it's been a while since I last met someone so efficient in their work."

You grimace. "I'm just doing my job the best I can sir"

He laughs, extending his hand towards you. "Maxwell Lord, nice to meet you"

What are you supposed to do? Take it?

You find it hard to look at him after what you just did, but he doesn't even seem to think about walking off and firing you. That would be less painful.

He raises his eyebrows, cold eyes looking at you. He doesn't look very happy now.

Despite every instinct that tells you not to do it, you grab his hand, tell him your name and give him his so desired handshake, trying not to let your whole body combust or evaporate like it wants to. 

You scold yourself when the first thing that comes to you is how warm his hand is, how soft his skin feels. His rings feel cold to the scorching heat that your whole body seems to be enveloped in. His grip is strong as he holds your hand, an entirely different kind of fire lighting his pupils as he looks at you. A bolt of electricity runs from the tip of your fingers and all the way up your arm, settling something hot and overwhelming right at the center of your stomach. His head tilts slightly to one side, studying you.

When he lets you go, all the air you hadn't realized you were holding goes out of your lungs. If he realizes, he doesn't comment. 

"Go register," he orders his men, with a much stronger tone than the one he used with you. All three of them give him incredulous looks but are smart enough to shut up and do as he says. 

With a weird sense of being in a dream, you walk to the counter and take their IDs, ignoring the glares that they're giving you. You quickly register their names in the computer and give them a card that identifies them as workers, and each takes them and pins them to their clothes.

Maxwell walks to you again and squeezes your arm, smiling.

"Keep up the good work," he winks as he turns around, grazing your arm with his gold ring. It leaves that patch of your skin burning. Now, watching as he walks away, you realize how much power he carries with every step he takes, how everyone seems to leave the way free no matter what direction he goes to. 

You wonder briefly what would it take to bend that power, to break that sense of superiority he owns in such an exquisite way.

Someone calls you from behind as you stand there, stunned at what you just lived through. One of the most powerful men in the country gave you a handshake.

You just talked with the owner of one of the most lucrative companies worldwide and he complimented you for your job. And not only that, he made his men follow the rules per your request.

When Diane calls your name again from the counter, you turn around to see her with her jaw on the floor. You feel numb as your legs take you back inside reception.

"What the fuck did I miss?" she hisses, pulling you closer to her by your arms when your legs feel close to giving out. She pulls one of the chairs to you and pushes you down, making you sit. Then, she bends down at your level and looks you straight in the eye. It feels close to what you imagine would feel if someone could search through your soul.

You open your mouth, but no sound comes out. She shakes you by your shoulders.

"Tell me what happened!"

With trembling hands, you grab her fingers and squeeze until yours start to hurt. She lets you, not showing signs of pain.

'I…." You hesitate for a moment, "I stopped him when he came in because he wasn't wearing a badge"

"You what!?" She says, close to shouting. "And you didn't recognize him!?"

Your head snaps up to look at her, defensive.

"Well, I don't spend every hour of my shift looking at him!"

She laughs, pulling her chair in front of you to sit down. Her fingers start to draw circles in the back of your hand, trying to calm you down.

"But you're keeping your job, right?"

If you had met her back when you had to rent and made her your roommate, you'd probably still be living together.

"Yeah," you smile, squeezing her hand "you're not getting rid of me that easy"

She opens her mouth to say something else when one of your phones rings. She picks it up.

"Lord Enterprises, how can I help you?"

For a moment, she listens to the person on the other side of the line. An incredulous chuckle leaves her mouth as she turns to look at you, handing you the speaker.

"They're asking for you," she says, astonished about something you're not sure you want to find out.

"From where?" You ask, scared.

"From Lord's direct office"

All air leaves your lungs. She shakes the phone in her hand, urging you to take it. With a deep breath, you grip the phone and hold it at your ear.

"Yes?"

An old lady speaks to you.

"Miss, I've been told by Mister Lord to call you so you come up to his office at the end of your working hours please"

Diane's eyes look like they're about to pop out of her head as the lady speaks.

"Y-yes, I will," you stutter, "thank you for letting me know"

When you hang up and let your head fall in your hands, Diane covers his mouth with both hands and gasps, laughing.

Calls keep coming in from every line.

You let the phones ring.

[therucrap]

RPDR 13 Episode 1 RuCrap

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The lucky 13th season of RuPaul’s Trauma Spectacular launches with the promise of “all new surprises” and a brand new twist that will leave you wondering how you ever sat through a boring old premiere with a coherent intro, climax, and conclusion when you could be enduring a dizzying hour and a half of WOW presents Happy Death Day 3: Covid Edition!

We open up on the trusty trauma center - I mean Werk Room - and the first to enter is NYC’s “Dominican Doll” and human drag lingo See ‘N Say Kandy Muse in an elaborate bejeweled patchwork jean mini dress and MATCHING DENIM BOOMBOX and she immediately informs us that we may know her from the now former Haus of Aja which was recently deconstructed like the pair of Wranglers that Kandy is wearing as fingerless gloves. Kandy is no longer alone in VIP because the befeathered Joey Jay arrives and half-heartedly delivers her intro line. “Filler queen!” We discover that Kandy is likely going to provide our Greek chorus confessional this season and all in a soft smoky eye when she informs us uncultured swine that Joey is wearing the cheapest variety of feather - chicken. Kandy didn’t construct an entire outfit from the remnants section of a Joanne Fabrics and not learn a thing or two about quality, sweetie! Joey is determined to beat viewers to the punchline and immediately clucks around branding herself as “basic” and “filler.” Joey is from the city of Phoenix (and possibly the online University as well) but she’s here to rise like a chicken!

Thunder mysteriously rumbles as RuPaul appears on the digitally enhanced Werk room TV but what could this be?! For all you newbies this is one of the several instances in every season where Ru mixes things up and gives us what we really want: a twist that is equal parts confusing, fucks up the natural order of the competition, and is ultimately unfulfilling! Come on season 13, let’s put a bunch of queer people through even more turmoil in a pandemic! Ru has a surprise but they’ll have to head to the mainstage to get the full story that they’ll be recounting to a mental health professional later!

We’re merely four minutes in and here comes Ru down the runway dressed like a glitterdot jellyfish! Our tour guide on Trauma Island introduces us to the main panel of judges for the season - Disco Morticia Addams and the two human Trapper Keepers who are now separated by glass because for the first time in Drag Race herstory we’re in the middle of a international health crisis, mawma!

Now let’s get down to trauma! Ru explains that the queens will be pairing off to lipsync unexpectedly as they enter! What could possibly go wrong? Well if you’re hoping that someone comes in wearing blades on their feet well just stick around because I have quite the treat for you! Our Dungaree Diva and the Chicken Feather Filler hit the Mainstage looking as confused as Shangela researching CDC protocol on her way to Puerto Vallarta last week. The judges interview our test subjects and immediately bring up the Haus of Aja and Kandy clarifies that she’s now an esteemed member of The Doll Haus along with last season’s ever-gorgeous Dahlia Sinn. I personally prefer not to say that Dahlia was eliminated first but instead that she was season 12’s brocco-leading lady! (Writer’s note: if you’re thinking “there’s a drag show called The Doll Haus in my hometown... is it THAT Doll Haus?!” No, there’s a drag show called The Doll Haus in almost every city in America but now, like with the former Sharon Needles, Kim Chis, and Penny Trations of the world, this one’s been on TV and alas, the others must now rename themselves)! Joey also charms the judges with her plucky demeanor and it’s already time to lipsync feather they like it or not!

Gay anthem Call Me Maybe by Canadian legend Carley Rae Jepson begins and Kandy immediately pushes a fake button on her DENIM BOOMBOX to start the party. Honestly... crown her right there on the spot. We will ALWAYS give points for prop work and the Carrot Top of the Bronx does not disappoint. Both are energetic but it’s The Dutchess of Denim who wins by infusing humor and our feathered friend is given “the Porkchop” but before we can even wrap our head around what this means for the state of the competition we snap back to the Werk Room to meet our next unsuspecting victims!

Now dear reader, this is the part where I’m just going to cut the shit. The set-up they’re selling us is that the losers of these premiere lipsyncs will be eliminated from the show but they are obviously not about to Porkchop half of the cast on day one so just stick with me while we suspend disbelief and go on RuPaul’s Totally Twisted Trauma Adventure as she convinces 6 gay people who just spent upwards of $10,000 on clothing, jewelry, and hair and then meticulously packed it into regulation suitcases to travel here during a pandemic after probably not making any money for the last four months (this was filmed in July) that they are going home on day one! This herstory-making twist, like so many before it, exemplifies the show’s worst qualities: a lack of empathy for its contestants, an underestimation of viewer intelligence and ability to decode heavy-handed editing witchery, and its love for completely dismantling its own format every year for the sake of drama. Whatever keeps the Emmy’s coming, baby! When you’re on the other side of one of these twists you usually feel like you just finished your morning coffee only to find out that the barista gave you decaf. Your mind will be blown when it’s happening but the payoff is usually at the expense of the show’s own legitimacy. With that said... this is the punishment we come to gleefully endure every year and we’re not here to complain, we’re here to watch gay people break down, dammit!

It’s deja Ru all over again as we snap back to the Werk Room where Chicago’s Denali walks in on ice skates and immediately ruins any chance of a deposit return for the bumpy, rented roll-out vinyl floors and declares “Let me break the ice!” She’s wearing the expensive feathers that Joey Jay didn’t spring for. Denali might not be the first ice skater on Drag Race but she’s the one I didn’t watch shit on a dick on Twitter last week so let’s give credit where it’s due. Ugh I wish Trinity the Tuck could block THAT from my memory! Next up is Atlanta’s Lala Ri whose white blazer, body suit, and unteased hair is immediately called basic by an icy Denali in confessional. Denali is confident but we know something that she doesn’t and Lala is wearing a sensible dancing ankle boot not two blades on her feet so let’s see how this turns out!

The lipsync song is “When I Grow Up” by Nicole Scherzinger and her assistants who were accidentally given microphones a few times! Denali struggles to conceal her wayward nipples during some ambitious dance moves and all while in skates but Lala gives us a good old fashioned drag performance and a big finale split unbothered by an elaborate costume and ultimately ices Denali who signs off with “Feeling icy, feeling spicy!” Asking these queens to lipsync upon entering is one thing but asking them to improvise their exit lines 10 minutes in is just cruel!

Denali heads backstage devastated where SURPRISE... Joey Jay is sitting alone in a sad room made of plywood walls featuring a bunch of pictures of first eliminated queens, an ominous “Porkchop Loading Dock” sign, and some cocktail tables with no cocktails (how dreadful).

Before we get the full picture and God for bid our bearings on Mr Charles’ Wild Ride let’s leave this plywood hellscape and jump back into the familiar comfort of the Werk Room’s pixelated neon pink faux brick walls where LA’s modelesque Symone stomps in wearing a dress made of tiny Polaroids of herself. She’s stylish, her energy is fresh, and she’s clearly one to watch. Then dear reader life as we know it changes. A breeze comes through the room and God herself blesses us when living legend and matriarch of the Iman dynasty Tamisha Iman from Atlanta arrives in a pointy-shouldered red power suit and proclaims to us simple townsfolk “Holler at me, I know you know me. Holler at me, I know you know me. Tamisha is here!” The sea parts, the crops are replenished, and all war stops on Earth. On stage Tamisha reveals that she’s been doing drag for 30 years (which seems like a long time to us mere mortals) and that she was originally cast last season but was diagnosed with colon cancer two days later and had to stay home for chemo. The lipsync gods wisely choose The Pleasure Principle by Janet Jackson and Tamisha gives us exact Janet arm choreo while Simone is sultry yet commanding as she shakes her Polaroids. The judges determine that Simone was picture perfect and American hero Tamisha Iman is sent to Porkchop’s Shipping Crate of Horrors to join the nest with the fancy feather option and the chicken feather option.

We begrudgingly crawl back onto RuPaul’s ever-circling carousel of doom and plop back into the workroom where accomplished LA celebrity makeup artist GottMik stomps in wearing a wacky toile dress and a full face of white makeup declaring that it’s “Time to crash the system!” GottMik is Drag Race’s first trans man contestant (and first knowingly cast trans contestant at all) for which we cheer excitedly and then immediately look at our watches because that took too long. Next up Minneapolis’s towering Utica wriggles in with a sneeze and declares “She’s sickening!” which is just the pandemic humor I came here for! Contaminate me, mom! This gay scarecrow is wearing a series of crazy patterns and a big strawberry on her head and the two of them appear to be from the same traveling circus. These two Big Comfy Couch characters slink over to the main stage where Utica explains that her cranial statement fruit symbolizes tackling obstacles because she used to be allergic to strawberries as a kid but she grew out of it. In RuPaul’s heavy universe of heart wrenching struggles that contain chronic illness and societal rejection, Utica’s animated world that suffers only of outgrown childhood strawberry problems is a welcome one. These two lanky rag dolls will be lipsyncing to Rumors by her majesty Lady Lohan of Mykonos and the vibe is instantly wacky. I wouldn’t say that either of them are the next Kennedy Davenport but they did complement each other well on the invisible obstacle course they were both miming through. Utica’s hair flops over her eye, there’s galloping and floor humping, GottMik does a split, there’s elbows and knees aplenty, and all that’s missing is dancing poodles. The judges are tickled by the kookiness of both of these human windsocks but Gotmikk snatches the win. Neither of these two are going to win So You Think You Can Dance but luckily this is RuPaul’s So You Think You Can Trauma so we’re in luck!

Our homosexual Groundhog Day continues back in the Werk Room where we meet NYC’s Rosé who gets the Brita treatment where she’s presented as a legendary New York queen and then the editors quickly get to work making her look delusional. She’s accomplished, confident, and Drag Race’s favorite personality type to dismantle and then trick into returning to All-Stars for a redemption only to dismantle again. Rosé’s fresh-faced foil Olivia Lux enters and lights up the place right away in a velvet pink and yellow gown. She’s a humble NYC newby who has competed in shows hosted by the established Rosé and we already know what’s about to happen here. The lipsync is Exes and Oh’s by Elle King which which was a choice. Olivia strips off her gown to reveal a bodysuit so she can really articulate and Rosé does the world’s least exciting split that looked like me trying unsuccessfully separate wooden chopsticks. Olivia triumphs and Rosé fizzles as she heads to the It Didn’t Werk Room aka Porkchop’s sparsely decorated storage closet to be with the other Have Nots.

We’re almost to the finish line and we limp, slightly disoriented, back to the Werk Room where we meet Tina Burner, another NYC theater kid with the confidence of a thousand Patti LuPones who is dressed like a Ronald McDonald firefighter. What she lacks in nuance she makes up for in nonstop fire puns. Next Chicago’s glamorous Kahmora Hall saunters in glowing and is clearly unimpressed with Tina’s constant Joan Rivers impression but maintains a full pageant smile. No choice but to stan. Our final queen is the refreshingly optimistic Elliott with 2 T’s who busts in wearing a bolero jacket, some red pants from the store, and a short pink wig that screams “Sorry I’m late! Here’s my flash drive! I can go on whenever!” Elliott dances in sing-talking her entrance line like the TGIFriday’s server she is: “I’m the queen you want to see. Elliot with two T’s. Okay! Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh! Okay!” Elliot is a dancer from Las Vegas and has the unhinged camp counselor energy of someone with snacks in her purse at all times.

On the Mainstage Tina cycles through the last of her introductory fire puns and tells the judges she was in a boy band which honestly tracks. Tina and Rosé share a similar NYC gotta-get-a-gimmick energy but for some reason production has decided to give Rosé the womp womp edit and Tina the superstar edit. The song is Lady Marmalade because we haven’t been though enough and Kahmora serves subdued sexy glamour, Elliott does the splits, and Tina bobs and weaves between the two with full play-to-the-back-row comedy queen energy. Tina extinguishes the dreams of the other two and RuPaul sends the final two losers to the chokey.

The worst is over (we think) and our frazzled cast of hopefuls finally gets to know eachother in their two very different groups. The winning queens in the Werk Room are celebrating and as blissfully unaware of the doom around them as Miss Vanjie and Silky Ganache at a Puerto Vallarta circuit party during a pandemic. Over in Porkchop’s Junk Drawer the camera looms unnecessarily close to the crestfallen losers’ now disheveled wigs and sweat drenched makeup. Ru’s voice bellows over the speaker to tell this motley crew to get out and then as the last bit of light leaves their weary eyes she checks back in to tell them that she wasn’t serious! Oh good! Finally a moment of mercy for these once hopeful queens on their first day of RuPaul’s Wipeout! She then reveals that the full twist is that she is only going to send one home but they have to vote amongst the group of losers to decide who it is! Yes, that’s correct! This group of broken queens who just met and mostly have never seen eachother perform will now be expected to turn on eachother and give up their last bit of dignity to either grovel or just straight up fight with eachother! This must be what the Donner Party’s last night looked like. The queens look around broken and wounded but still hungry, their eyes barely open, their lacefronts only partially attached to their heads, and start deciding which of their own is about to get consumed. Her highness Tamisha Iman reminds them "Well, I'm the only black girl so don't vote me off” and just like that we are TO BE CONTINUED!

Thus concludes our first headspinning episode that despite being reliably frustrating has once again sucked us in and against our better judgement entertained us to the fullest! As for our 13 queens- you can use code HERSTORY on Talkspace while relaying tonite’s events to a sickening liscensed therapist!

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Devil’s Bargain - Part 7 - I quit

Summary: Getting the job as Jared Padalecki’s assistant was a dream coming true until you woke up in a living nightmare. He’s angry, selfish and possessive. The worst of all - his anger is focused on you. Quitting your job was your only way out - only it wasn’t the end of your nightmare...

Pairing: Jared Padalecki x Reader, Jensen Ackles, OFC ‘Steve’

Warnings: angst, language, dominant Jared, feisty reader, arguments, tension, blackmailing, secrets, longing, possessive behavior, OOC Jared

A/N: PLEASE BE AWARE THIS IS A FANFIC. For the sake of the fic he’s single and an asshole. I still adore Jared but this idea came to me half a year ago and I had to write it.

Devil’s Bargain Masterlist

 A few hours later, Vancouver airport…

“What did you say?” Jared pants, angrily clenching his jaw he’s close to lose control but he composes himself as people pass by.

“Shall I tell you in another language or is English fine?” Smirking you lean closer, pursing your lips to glare at your tall boss. “I quit. Jensen was right, you are the devil. I thought I can help you, but last night you told her I’m a hooker and …” 

“Why were you in front of the room?” Jared tries to talk back but you won’t let him pull more shit. You’ve got enough and if he doesn’t give in, there’s nothing you can do about it.

“I was there to have a decent conversation with you. I was there to…” Shrugging you lick your lips. 

“Doesn’t matter. It was our shared room. I had every right to enter it. You, on the other hand, fucked that slut on our shared bed and even had the guts to lie about me. ASSHOLE!” Voice raising you can see the panic in Jared's eyes. He doesn’t want you to make a scene.

“Y/N let’s talk back at your apartment. Now follow me and shut your mouth.” Jared wants to win the upper hand, wants to make sure he’s the one in charge but you push against his chest, laughing.

“This is your fault, all your fault. I quit, go and fuck someone else over. No one is made to bear the shit you pull. Holy hell, you lied to all your friends to pretend I’m your girlfriend only to fuck that cheap chick.” Grabbing your suitcases, you walk away from Jared. Ignoring he’s calling your name.

“Y/N, stop right now!” He warns and you stick your tongue out, walking faster toward the exit to call a cab.

“Quebec Street, as fast as possible.” You tell the taxi driver, hurrying to enter the car. “I got to escape an angry asshole.” The man chuckles, stuffing your suitcase into his trunk before he enters the driver’s seat.

“No problem, ma’am…”

Nodding you give him a cracked smile, hating you had to give up. What’s done is done. Now you need to inform your friend to get it off your chest. Dialing his number, you take a deep breath.

“Hey…Steve. Yeah…not that good. I thought we have a breakthrough but…” Sighing you pinch your forehead. “I quit, Steve. Last night Jared crossed a line…no…no. Nothing like that. Let’s say he’s someone I can’t help.”

The taxi driver eyes you suspiciously, interested in what you tell the person on the other line. “Let’s talk about it later…no…it’s fine.” Ending the call, you huff. “First job I ever quit.” 

“Ma’am. I quit at least fifteen jobs in my life. If you reach your breaking point it’s no use to keep on going. Believe me.” The man says, trying to cheer you up.

“I tried to help someone, but you can’t do so if he refuses to let me help him…” Nodding the man glances at you in the rear-view mirror. He can see you are disappointed in yourself for giving up.

“It was for the best. Some people just don’t want to see we are there for them.” Your eyes meet the foreign man’s brown ones and you give him a cracked smile.

“I just thought I can help him…”

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Gone. You are gone and he lost control over a piece of his life again. Jared knows it was wrong to tell Jess you are a hooker.

Deep down inside, hidden underneath anger and his urge to dominate you he even feels remorse. Drunk or not, horny or not – he crossed a line, but Jared can’t admit his mistake as this would mean weakness.

“Weakness is not an option.” Hands balled into fists to the point of pain Jared looks around his house, hating he can’t get you back.

His mind is racing, just like his heart and he smirks as his eyes land on his phone…

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Your job interview went well, and you smile to yourself as you sit in the café next to your friend, telling him the reason to give up your job. 

“So…he crossed a line…”

“Nothing physical, Steve.” Smirking you pat your friend’s hand, giving him a wink. “I might have crossed a line too. I let feelings get involved and ended up in front of our shared room to hear him going at it with that chick, Jess.”

“Shit, Y/N…” Cursing your friend looks at you, silently apologizing for Jared’s behavior. 

“That’s not your fault, okay. Not the fact Jared banged that chick made me quit. He told her I’m a hooker for fuck’s sake. Can you imagine what will happen to my reputation if she spreads this rumor?” Gasping your friend clenches his jaw.

“I should kick his ass for sure. God…I’m so sorry this happened to you.” Smiling you look around before you keep on talking.

“Maybe he was drunk, but that’s no reason to pull such a stunt. I swear no other man ever did such a shitty thing to me, well except for the person who I refuse to name.” While you check your mails and keep on talking you hide the fact you were hurt seeing Jared turned his attention toward Jess.

“Drunk or not, Y/N. That’s low for sure. How could Jared say such a thing? Did he know you were in front of the door?” Glancing at your friend you cock a brow, not knowing if Jared recognized your presence.

“Good question, Steve. I got no clue to be honest. I believed that he was too busy to fuck that slut.” Cursing you scratch your chin, trying to recall that night. “If he did it to hurt me in purpose even worse…”

“Agreed. Call me if he ever tries to contact you. I swear I’ll break his face.” Chuckling you get up, tossing money onto the table to follow your friend out of the café.

“No need for violence. I swear I’ve got this.” Not sure if you are telling him the truth your friend nods, feeling guilty he wasn’t able to protect you. “Steve…”

“Will you ever stop calling me like that?” Grinning you peck your friend’s cheek. He’s giving you a wink as you turn to leave. “Not anytime soon, jerk…”

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Jared is grinning, knowing he finally found a reason to drive toward your apartment and get you back. There is no way you will just quit on him, not when you are the only one he thinks about lately.

“Something wrong, Jare…?” Glancing at his friend Jensen licks his lips. He can see something is wrong with Jared, but he remains silent, waiting for his friend to tell him what happened. “Do you need help? Is Y/N not around today?”

Flinching at your name Jared curses under his breath, hating he needs to tell Jensen you quit your job.

“Everything is fine.” Jared lies instead. “She didn’t feel well, I’ll drive to her apartment later to check on her.”

Jensen smirks, not believing Jared would check on you, not after he treated you like dirt for the last months. 

“You sure you are alright? Since when are you worried about Y/N’s well-being? I thought you want to get rid of her. That’s your chance…” Walking away, laughing at Jared’s pissed expression Jensen get his phone out to make a call…

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Yawning you get your pizza out of the oven. Over the last months, Jared forced you to eat healthily, so here you are, celebrating your newly found freedom in sleep-shorts, a not matching top and a messy bun on top of your head.

“Look at you, delicious little bastard. You are all mine tonight for sure…” Bumping your hip against the door of the oven to close it you sniff at your warm pizza.

Close to drooling you hear someone knock at your door and you sigh. “Later, Babe…” Giggling you run toward the door, opening it without looking through the peephole you curse.

“What the fuck!” Glaring at Jared you yell as he shoves you aside to walk into your apartment. The first thing he does is to give you a disapproving look for eating pizza.

“Pizza? You quit for three days and start eating unhealthy again…” Scolding you Jared smirks as you struggle to find the right words.

“That’s my life, my apartment, you better shove your stiff ass out of my door…” Pinned to the door a second later you gasp feeling his large hands holding you in place. “What do you want here? Hitting me as I quit my job?”

“Hitting you? I…fuck…no!” Flustered Jared let go of you for a second but the moment you want to walk away he pins you to the wall again. “I’m here to tell you that quitting your job is not an option.”

Laughing you pat his chest, as you roll your eyes. “Didn’t you get the memo, Jared? I quit like three days ago. I know you believe the earth is spinning around you but it’s the sun, ya know…”

“You will stop calling me, Jared and you will come back…tomorrow.” Jared places his large hands on each side of your head, pinning you against the wall with his hips. “I want you to be my good girl or…”

“Or?” Scoffing you shove against his chest, but Jared doesn’t move a muscle. “Do you want to kidnap me and use handcuffs? Or do you rather spank my ass, Sir…”

Jared’s lip twitched at the word ‘Sir’ and you swear you can feel him hardening against you. “You will do as I say, or I need to use force…”

“Violence?” Glancing at Jared, knowing you shouldn’t anger him more you smirk, ignoring the warning signals.

Nostrils flaring, breathing heavily Jared smirks like the devil again and you feel a knot form in your belly.

“I still got your contract and you were stupid enough to sign it without looking it over. You agreed to work for me for two years. Means…” Now he brushes your ear with his lips. “Your cute ass belongs to me for a bit longer. I can do whatever I want, and you will only reply with ‘yes, Sir’ or ‘my pleasure’.

Panting heavily, skin on fire you look up at Jared with darkened, even glassy eyes. His dominant side turns you on, but you need to ignore the heat in your core.

“I’m not yours, Jared…” Pressing your hands against his chest you gasp as he fists your hair to force you to crane your neck. His lips brush your ear once again and you swear he ruined your shorts.

“I’m telling you I own this ass, so it’s mine.” Now you whimper, feeling Jared lick your ear shell. “Check the contract with me…”

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Awkwardly looking at the contract you sigh. Jared is right, you signed it for two years.

“I still won’t work for you…” Smirking you toss the contract into his face. “Sue me, I got nothing to lose. All I own, you can put it into a single box.”

“Well, I had hoped you would be more cooperative. I still got this video…” Jared gets his phone out, connecting it with your TV to play the video he filmed.

Your eyes round as you watch your naked form writhe on the bed, pleasuring yourself as you call for Jared to choke you, fuck you and other things.

“You wouldn’t…” Gasping you watch Jared swipe+ his thumb over the video to post it. “No!” Attacking Jared, you try to get hold of his phone.

Straddling his lap, you scream, scratch him, even bite his neck to get hold of the phone while he groans as your breasts are pressed into his face.

“Even if you destroy my phone, Y/N. I saved the files on my laptop, in my backup folder…everywhere…” Jared warns, and you let go of the hair you fisted.

“I hate you…” 

“Oh…” Smirking Jared pushes you onto the couch, holding you in place with his hands on your hips. 

“The video tells me something else. I want my obeyed girl back. You will do your job, follow my orders till I’m getting bored…” The devil pants on top of you, enjoying the struggle all over your face.

“That’s blackmailing…” Whimpering you feel his fingers dig into your flesh and for a moment you imagine how it would feel if he does it while driving into you. “You can’t do this…J…Sir…” Biting your tongue you crawl back into the submissive state he loves so much.

“Good girl. Now pack a bag, or two. I will have to make you obeyed once again. You will live in my house till I tell you otherwise. Move your ass and do not change…” Licking his lips Jared eyes you up and down. “I want everyone to see you are a dirty girl…”

The way to your bedroom seems way too long as Jared is following you. He smirks, loving you bow your head and dare not to look at him before you close the door behind you.

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Smirking you laugh to yourself while you are dialing your friend’s number. You silently walk into the bathroom to make sure Jared can’t hear you talk to ‘Steve’. 

“All is working according to plan. He tried to blackmail me, even used the laughable contract my lawyer would rip into pieces. Jared is close to his breakpoint, Steve.”

“Y/N, you sure?” Your friend sounds worried but there’s a hint of hope in his voice. “Tell me and we stop right now…”

“Listen, Steve. You asked me to help Jared, here I’m. Let me try one last time and we will see if it works out. Natasha ending…”

“Stop calling me Steve…” Your friend laughs at the stupid codenames you chose.

“Fine, jerk. I’ll call you when I find the time, if not we see us tomorrow - Jensen…”

Hanging up the phone you start packing your things, just in time as Jared walks into the room, admiring your ass in your shorts.

“You took your time…” He muses as you toss clothes into your suitcase.

“I had to pee first, Sir…” Smirking you hear Jared pant heavily behind you. “I didn’t want to wet your car seat…”

“Hurry up…”

“You know…” Turning around you place one hand onto Jared’s heart, meeting his hazel eyes. “A decent human being would’ve said he’s sorry for getting drunk and talking shit…” Pecking his jaw you feel his heart beating faster. “Sir…”

“I…”

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“I still don’t like this plan, Jensen. Y/N is our friend since childhood. What if Jared crosses a line and hurts her?” Danneel paces around the room, beyond worried about your well-being.

“Danny, our friend got this, okay. Y/N assured me she will help us getting Jared back. I know his ex fucked him over, but I barely recognize my friend any longer.” Jensen nervously moves his fingers through his hair.

“Y/N is smart and can handle a guy, I know that but…”

“I know, Danny, I know. Jared might not want to be ‘saved’. Y/N asked me to trust her. She’s an expert for anger management and other problems. She will push Jared far enough to make him reach his breaking point and then…”

“That’s what I’m worried about, Jensen. I can see the way Y/N looks at Jared. That’s more than the wish to help him - that’s liking someone or even worse... love…” Jensen gasps at his wife’s words.

“Love…”

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[cedricssmile]

sudden death - andrew cody

summary: there is finally a spur of quite time within the Cody family and all Andrew wants to do is spend time with y/n. everything has been tense since the Lucy drama, y/n would never be able to forgive her for taking Pope away from her and her family.  y/n and Pope enjoy there down time together as much as they can, before more drama starts to boil. pairing: Andrew ‘pope’ Cody x Fem!Reader    warnings: swearing, mentions of blood? I think, FLUFF, gun violence word count: 2850 requested?: No this is one of my originals 

[ PLEASE DO NOT COPY OR TAKE CREDIT FOR ANY OF MY WORK ] It’s a long one kids, so fasten ur seatbelts, probably will be a two part series  ( MY GIF ) 

“How do we even know that she is even telling the truth for god sake.” y/n said slightly moving her hands up and down before placing them on her hips.  “I told you she wouldn’t take no for an answer.” J said as he slightly moved into the middle of the circle that they were standing in.  “We don’t even know if Lucy took it-.”  “Yah, we do.” Pope said cutting off Deran as he spoke.  “Who knows what Marco told her, to get her to stop hurting her man.” Deran said finishing off of his sentence, slightly shaking his head as he did. “ It ain’t right.” Craig said as he shook his own head at the situation. “It’s not right.” Craig said again “We wouldn't be standing here if Lucy didn’t take that money, okay. Smurf decied that she was going to do this the moment we said no.” J explained to his uncles and y/n. y/n stood there next to Deran she had a stern look on her face she was ready to kill Lucy, the two of them never got on at all. There was really no reason for it the two just didn’t like each other end of story.  y/n looked at Craig then she looked over to Pope the shared a small smile towards each other before Deran started talking again. “I’m not gonna start a war with some cartel bitch who smuggles drugs and people for a living.” “We can still walk away from this.”  “he’s right, just let Smurf deal with this.” y/n said to the Cody boys,  “No, Lucy gonna think it was all of us no matter what.”  Pope said as he shook his head “Smurf knows it.” Pope said again as he looked up at the old abandoned building that they were all outside of, Deran and Y/n coped his actions slightly.  “Godamit.”  “I guess let’s go back up there and tell her how it’s gonna go down.” y/n said and all of the Cody boys nodded their heads slightly at the girl.  “y/n.” she turned her head to see Pope standing back watching his brothers and nephew go back inside,  “yeh? what’s up?” she said walking towards her partner.  “No matter what happens today, you stay safe and clear. I can’t have anything happen to you, not again.” he said then pulled the woman in for a tight hug.  “You can’t talk hun, you do stupid shit all the time.” y/n said to Pope with a laugh and he slightly laughed back.  ** “One black suburban, three guy’s.” y/n said as she read out the text message from J.  “You wait with Marco. You two open the front door when they get here. I’ll bring them in.” Pope instructed and they all listened to the eldest Cody sibling.  “Pope. I love you.” y/n softly said Andrew before quickly pressing a kiss to the his lips, she felt him kiss back and she smiled. “Love you too.” Pope said back an y/n chased after Deran as they waited for the others arrivals.  “Open up.” y/n said to Deran they both grabbed a side of the door each and allowed the cars to come through into the warehouse. Pope gestured to J to park on the left, and Lucy on the right whilst Deran and y/n made their way back around to everyone.  “Where is he.” was the first thing that Lucy said to Smurf. “Where are my things?’ Smurf asked the young girl ignoring her question all together. Lucy turned to her men, speaking Spanish to them. One of her men open up the boot to Lucy’s  car  “Craig.” Smurf called out to her son, as soon as he heard his name he walked out with a beaten and gaged Marco, Lucy had hatred in her eye’s she wanted to kill Smurf for taking her brother. Smurf strutted over to the black Suburban, y/n followed her. They both looked through the cases together. “it’s not all here.” y/n whispered to Smurf, Smurf was angry. “Where’s the rest of it?” y/n asked the Latina woman.   “You wanted what I took, there it is.” Lucy said back to y/n  “Where's the cash?” Smurf asked  Lucy sighed before talking. “Why don’t you ask you’re sons Janine? “ After Lucy said that y/n turned her gaze to Pope he felt her gaze on him but he didn’t look at his girlfriend.   “Baz gave them their cut before you got him killed.” Lucy spat with venom laced in her words. “Did you expect me to fence it foe you?” Lucy asked again.   “Are we doing this or not?” Lucy asked the older woman “Just take it Smurf.” Pope said to his mother, Smurf looked over to Craig and she nodded her head to give Marco back to his sister, Craig threw the man to one of the Mexican men that came along with Lucy.  “Put everything in the truck.” Smurf instructed Pope and Craig made their way over to the Black Suburban and took two cases out each and put them in the back of J’s truck.  Marco spat the gag out from his mouth angrily,   You think this shit's over, huh?!  I'm gonna blast all you  - punk asses tomorrow, watch!-”  “Shut up Marco!” Lucy yelled to her younger brother,  “Sicko bitch!” he yelled out to Smurf as he got the tape from his wrists cut off.  “Shut up!” Pope yelled to Marco.  That was when Marco grabbed the handgun from the Mexican's and started to shoot at the Cody family.  “Shit!”  y/n yelled as she grabbed the handgun from the back of her pants, she quickly took the safety off of it and started to shoot at the men.  “Y/n!”  Y/n heard Pope call out her name but she was unable to get to him into time, before she tried to rush towards Andrew, one of the Mexican men shot at Y/n and hit her in the front side of her right thigh.   , “Shit, one of them got y/n!” Deran yelled out, y/n leaned up on the side of the car trying to hide herself from everything. Not only was Deran to protect himself he was trying to keep his friend, his family member protected from being hurt again.  “Stay down!’ Craig yelled out to his family members, they all listened.  “Go, go, go!.” The tires of the black suburban squealed along the ground of the warehouse as they fled from the scene. “Come on.” Deran said as he helped y/n “Shit.” Craig as soo as he saw the sight of y/n and the blood rushing out of her leg. “You hit?” Deran asked everyone and they all shook their head with a no besides y/n. “I hit Marco man.” Craig said with a stressful tone. | Y/n looked around the empty room, where was Pope?’  “Pope, where is he?” y/n said loudly.  “Where the hell is he!” y/n yelled again, by now she had war, tears running down her face, Deran pulled his friend in closer towards his shoulder. Y/n couldn’t lose Andrew, not again. *  “Why Pope? Why would they take him?” y/n said to Deran as they walked into Smurf’s house, “Payback.” was the only thing that he said back to the girl. As soon as they got into the house y/n was quick to go to her room, she a was a nurse so she knew how to fix herself up.  She was able to get the slug out of her thigh with no other problems.  “We can’t go to Mexico and take on Lucy’s men.” y/n heard Deran say to his brother. “We don’t have the firepower, we don’t have the numbers.” Deran stated.  y/n walked into the kitchen limping standing next to Deran  “Why couldn’t you just listen to us in the first place Smurf?” y/n said to Smurf after Deran stopped talking.  “Pope is gone man!” Deran yelled,  “  Is that how you'd do me?  Just sit here with your thumb up your ass  while I'm getting my ears hacked off?!” Craig exclaimed.  “ Stop. We're gonna get him back,  but we need to keep our heads and think it through.” Y/n scoffed at Smurf for what she had to say.  “Why didn’t you just listen to us in the first place! Then we wouldn’t be in this mess!” Y/n exclaimed again.  “Oh, think it through?  Is that what you did when you went behind our backs  and took Marco in the first place?” Craig exclaimed  “I did what was best for the family, and you know it.” Smurf stated.  “Oh yeah, I bet you did.”  “Bullshit Smurf this is about you, you did this shit for you.” Deran said through gritted teeth. y/n was quick to place a hand around Deran’s shoulder slightly,  “If we’d let Lucy steal from us, we would be finished.”  “Finished! none of us wanted to do this in the first place! Not Craig, Not me! Not Pope. I mean god Y/n hell, Y/n go shot! If Pope is dead this is on you Smurf! On you!” Deran said to his mother, “You really messed up this time Smurf. Like he said if he’s dead this is on you.”  “And you, you knew those gangbangers, yeah you think I didn’t, but I saw it. And since you've gotten here, Cath’s gone missing, Baz is dead and now this!”  “Back off, back off of him.” Deran said trying to push his brother away.  “Wait, you expect me to believe he had nothing to do with this?” Craig exclaimed  “This isn't the time for this right now! -” Deran tried to intervein “What, you're taking his side?!” Craig just spoke over his brother ignoring his words.  “Enough, I’m the one who took Marco, no one wanted it to go like this. All that matters is Pope.”  J had a stare of hatred upon to his uncle, “J go and get the suitcases from the truck.” Smurf instructed to the young boy and he listened leaving the kitchen in a hurry.  Y/n moved over to where Deran and Craig were and hugged them both. “It’s okay, it’ll be okay.” Deran said to his older brother.  **  The four adults sat in the living room of Smurfs house, y/n sat on the lounge with her leg slightly levitated as she smoked the cigarette in her hand.  “I know I shouldn’t say this but I think Pope knew more than what we do.” y/n stated, the three Cody boys all looked at each other before J spoke.  “How so.” “That’s the only explanation J, why else would she take Pope?” J didn’t respond he just sat there staring at the girl.  “I’m going to meet Lucy now.” Smurf said to the young adults that sat in her living room. Deran placed his hand on the girl’s leg, comforting her in a way.  “Alone.” Smurf continued on to what she had to say.  “Is Pope alive?” Deran asked after he rubbed his hands stressfully over his face  “I don’t know.” Smurf said looking away from her children, y/n knew she was telling the truth and that made their tears start to well up in her eye’s again slightly.  “Well we’re coming with you.” Craig stated to his mother, his words were shaky as he spoke. “No.”  “That’s bullshit.”  “Y-You can’t go alone Smurf. It’s too dangerous.” J said looking at his grandmother. “Lucy has the upper hand right now, these are her terms.”  “Since when have you cared about that before?” Craig asked  “Marco is dead.” Everyone looked at each other, Y/n looked Craig in the eye’s he didn’t mean to kill Marco, he was his friend.  “Shit.” y/n said under her breath as she took another hit from her cigarette.  Smurf walked away leaving the four adults to themselves.  “Fuck sake.” y/n said as she wiped the tear away from her face.  “If he is dead, I’ll kill her myself. And that’s a promise.” Y/n said, then standing up from the lounge she put out her smoke in the ash tray on the coffee table than went outside to the garage.  * Y/n stood in the shower, she let the hot water run down her body as she tried to wash away all of the stress and failure away from her body. Turning off the water she stood there for a moment thinking to herself, why Pope why would she do this to her and her family.  Y/n stood out of the shower grabbing a towel and dried herself off before putting on a clean change of clothes.  “Smurf’s back.” Craig said as he opened the door to the bathroom, y/n looked at herself in the mirror slightly. “You look fine, let’s go hun.”  Craig reached his hand out of for y/n to take and she took it gratefully.  the four adults walked out of the house and into the backyard, she looked up at Craig and he smiled down at the girl, he knew how much they meant to each other, he appreciated how much she has helped. his brother.   When she saw Pope get out of the car the real tears started to fall down her face. He started to walk closer to his family, y/n slightly pushed the other boys out of the way and rushed towards Pope.  “I thought I lost you.” y/n said to Pope as she hugged him, he wrapped his arms around y/n’s body closer to his, he would feel the tears falling onto his shirt as he hugged her.  “It’s okay.” Pope said as he rested his head in the crook of her neck. “Go and say hi to your brothers, they’re worried sick about you.” y/n said slightly pushing Pope away from her body, he kissed the top of y/n’s head before walking over to his brothers and J. Y/n looked over to where Smurf’s car was she was still sitting in it by herself, y/n looked at Smurf with hatred in her eye’s. Y/n would never be able to forgive Smurf for allowing this to happen all y/n did was shake her head at the older woman before following the Cody men into the house.  *  Y/n allowed Pope to shower by himself, she had the covers over her has she layed in her bed there was a slight smile on her face as she layed there by herself. Y/n looked out the window and looked at how bright the moon was that night, it was a sense of calmness for her,  “You still awake?” Pope asked as he entered y/n’s room.  “Just.” She said turning around to lay on her back. Pope only had his grey sweatpants on, his body still slightly damp from the shower before hand.   Pope threw the towel that he was drying his hair with on the chair next to him before climbing onto the bed to hover over y/n, y/n moved one of her legs out from underneath the covers to wrap around Pope’s leg to nudge him closer to her body, that made Andrew lean down onto y/n more, not knowing that she had the gun wound on her leg.  “Shit, Andrew. Be careful.” y/n hissed at her partner.  “What?!” “I got shot today.” y/n said keeping her eye’s away from Andrew’s, Andrew moved off of y/n pulling the blanket off of her body slowly he was exposed to the bandage going around her right thigh, “Shit.” Pope said to himself as he looked at the bandage around thigh, it was slightly bloody from when y/n put it on her leg hours before hand.  “I-I’m so sorry y/n.”  “It’s not your fault I got slugged Andrew, I was just in the wrong place wrong time.” he didn’t answer all he did was shake his head slightly before carefully climbing above y/n again.  “I love you.” Andrew said before resting his forehead against y/n’s, their noses rubbed against each other before Andrew closed the distance and kissed y/n directly on the lips, “I am just so glad that the didn’t take you away from m Andrew.” y/n said placing a hand on his face, her index finger slowly tracing over the freckles on his cheek.  “I couldn’t lose you, not again.” she said then kissed the palm of his hand, he smiled down at her with all the joy in the world.  Hours later Smurf came by y/n’s room to come an talk to her, when opened the door she saw her eldest with his arms wrapped around y/n’s waist, y/n was pretending to sleep and waited for the woman to leave.  “I know you’re awake y/n, I just wanted to say sorry.” Smurf said then left the two to themselves.  *  At three AM that night she took Craig’s bike from the garage and drove away from the Cody household.  She was going to kill Lucy for what she did to her boyfriend, Baz, her friends an family. There was only two ways of how this could go either y/n kills Lucy, or Lucy kills y/n, there is only one way out of it and it is sudden death..

[katsukikitten]

 La douleur exquise

He's falling out of love with you, you can feel it.

It started with the small things.

As all beginnings and endings do.

It started when the flowers stopped coming. No longer did you get a fresh set as the old ones began to wither. Months went by of the vase on the kitchen island being empty before you had the courage to ask.

To save money was the only response you got.

You chalked it up to that and the fact that the two of you had been married for two years. That the honeymoon stage may have finally died.

A piece of your heart went into the same trashcan as those withered flowers. Little did you know that that's exactly how you would end up.

Clinging to life after being plucked from the very ground. Given little to work with to keep thriving.

One morning he failed to set out your outfit and since then had never touched another article of your clothing again.

This was before he stopped helping around the house. Dishes piled high until you washed them no matter how long it you tried to wait him out.

Then he stopped wanting to take shower with you.

Or watch the shows the two of you shared.

Nor did his hands find your body when he came home.

More often than not he would go straight to bed.

You cannot remember the last time he gave you a kiss, not since you stopped asking or being the first to initiate.

But the worst is how suddenly you can feel it in the weight of his gaze and looking back it was always there.

Just as you do now. You're making his favorite meal in hopes that the last few months or so has been your imagination.

That work has him tired but those eyes never lie.

Although his mouth does.

"I love you." You smile brightly as he sits at the table in the small kitchen. The sounds of meat and vegetables sizzling in the silence fighting hard to overshadow the aromatic spices that hang in the air.

His eyes find you slowly and you watch them. They make your heart pound, but in the worst way now.

As if your heart was beating into your rib cage for escape, to rip itself out of its home to avoid the pain, the weight of that fucking gaze.

It's as if he is debating. On what you're not sure. You can only guess. Maybe he is debating on packing his stuff late tonight when you've gone to bed or tomorrow while you're at work.

Would he leave a note? Would you find his ring in the dining room table along side the key to the house? Or would he keep them just in case?

Worse still would he find someone with a memory quirk?

And not for the sake of your fragility but for the simple fact that you have a vast knowledge about him.

Nothing that would be good to share.

Would he even let you live? Or just keep that icy glare as blue flames licked up the walls of your home.

Licking at the layer of paint the two of you spent all afternoon picking out, adorning the walls with something new and fresh, giggling from the small paint fight. Blue hot fire savoring the pictures of the two of you that hung on the walls or the sketches and paintings you have of him among other things.

Before devouring you as you're sound asleep in the bed the two of you hauled from the city wrapped in the sheets gifted for your wedding.

How ironic would it be to die practically the way you two met?

The exchange would be worth it for him. The pain of burning skin would be nothing. He endures it daily and no matter how many times you apply ointment or the scoldings you give he just gives a nasty smirk.

*"Sometimes trouble is neccessary."*

And why were you still so desperate to try to save this love?

Was it because every time you packed your things with hot angry tears while he was away your brain shoved a memory to the fore front of your mind?

Causing you to unpack with an empty chest and heavier tears.

Memories like how he saved you depsite you being in pursuit of him.

His blue flames were dancing along the walls and had been for hours. Weakening the wooden beams above.

You followed him down the same winding halls of that warehouse, he was just luckier than you. Just missing the half ton beam falling but it didn't miss you. The easy thing for him to do was leave you. No one would think any different. Just a hero down on her luck as she tried to save some homeless that used that warehouse along side the league.

Never knowing what happened on the other half of the building. Separated only by a wall of brick.

You saw him debating then. As the fired jumped gleefully from the heavy wood to a new fuel source. Melting the fabric of your suit into your skin. You saw that very moment he decided to save your life.

With a frustrated sigh lifting the beam just enough for you to wiggle out.

For months after your tried to catch him, burn screaming louder in warning when he was near.

You should have taken it as a warning but instead you fell for him.

In some twisted way that same night he showed up in the hospital when you had been ambushed after busting a nation wide drug ring. He left flowers and a note while the news blared of several drug ring leaders charred in their beds.

You knew he had done it for you although you never did get a straight answer.

So again you ask yourself why you were trying so God damn hard!

It's as if you're trying to breathe life into a brittle plant that had one green leaf while unbeknownst to you the roots had long since died, clinging to the Earth out of rigormortis.

That last leaf a lie as if to buy time for whatever reason before you rip it from the Earth. Ending its misery for the two of you.

So his eyes debate still as he weighs his options. All the while you think and think and think. Your old burn begins to scream for the first time in a long time, making you want to claw at the marred flesh until it is raw.

"I love you too." He replies, apathetic as he normally does. Icy blue eyes giving him away as you can see he's made whatever decision he's been in deliberation for months about. He lights the candles on the dinner table with his vibrant blue flame with a snap of his fingers.

Would he be kind enough to let you go peacefully?

You aren't sure but you know one thing, he's forced your hand.

The same hand that reaches out for the bottle of shake cheese. You remembered that he loves powdered parmesan as you sprinkle it liberally onto his meal. You place the container down and the wrapper begins to slowly peel away at the bottle due to the heat revealing something else beneath. Just enough for a picture of a small beady eye on a small brown body to wink at the fridge. Winking even through the little red X.

You place the meal before him, he doesn't even bother smiling up at you but he eats it.

Before long you don't have to worry about much. You swipe at the candles and they topple over, igniting the table cloth he brought home at random one evening with ease. Jumping eagerly from the black cloth to vastly cooling flesh.

A sad smile paints your lips as you watch it dance across the kitchen with solemn eyes. Its like watching an old friend preform a play or recital for a final time before they hang it up for good.

Only when it begins to make the grey paint in the living room bubble and the glass in the frames to crack do you grab onto your suitcase by the door.

The same one he walked by with no notice or maybe no mention as you shut the door behind you.

Slipping the key into the lock and twisting before leaving the golden metal to gleam in the moonlight before basking in the final call of the brightest flames.

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[anterocash]

2007

He’s walking to the bus stop, he has his own things to worry about but tutors some primary school kids since their parents are loaded, Minkyu needs the money and doesn’t want to be home. Headphones snug, he stays comfortable and nestled in his own mind, wondering what he’s going to eat when he gets home or whether his dad emailed him back. They’ve been doing that as of late: emailing. They discuss nonsensical things and Jihoon would tell him condensed versions of the ‘work’ he was doing with Minkyu’s mom. The ‘hard work’ that kept them out of the country eighty percent of the calendar year unable to raise him themselves. It was the closest thing to bonding that Minkyu had and he wasn’t going to give it up for anything.

Reaching the awning, he sits on the bench, he’s only alone for a couple of seconds when a man joins him with a cigarette between his teeth, grinning at the thirteen-year-old.

“You’re Jihoon’s boy right?”

Minkyu pushes the headset down to hand around his neck as he looks over because who else would he be speaking to? They’re the only ones around, Minkyu looks down at his watch, where is the bus?

“Hey— I’m talking to you, boy.”

The wheel of the lighter is loud between them as Minkyu watches the man light his cigarette, nodding his head slowly before clearing his throat (his voice cracks more and more these dates and he absolutely hates it.) “Who are you?” Minkyu inquires with a wary look sent the man’s way. Minkyu’s time spent with his parents consists of them taking him to dinner, pretending to listen to go on about school and life while they plotted their next ‘job’ over barbecue. But what really stuck with him from their visits was his parents’ firm stance on him not engaging with strange people who approached him. Minkyu heard him the first time and he’s definitely Jihoon’s son. His silence was him trying to figure out what to do.

Minkyu was ten years old when he finally decided to give up on wondering what his parents did for a living that was so much more important than him. It’s not like he went hungry or something. He’s been well taken care of his entire life — just not by his parents. His parents begging him to be careful rings in his ears as he looks past the man and at the oncoming bus finally rounding the corner onto the road they’re on. Minkyu tries to count the seconds they have left.

“I’ll tell you my name in a second. You’re Connie and Jihoon’s boy, I would like it if you could send a message for me.”

Minkyu groans in pain loudly as he tries to fight the man off, the honk loud as the bus rolls to a stop in front of them and the driver hops out immediately and separates them, others from the bus climbing out to restrain the man as Minkyu holds onto his neck in pain and utter shock. “He put his cigarette out on me…” he mumbles in disbelief.

The man fights out of the hold and adjusts his jacket, his work here is done. “Tell your mother and father that Young-tak sends his regards.” He says proudly of his work before turning off, leaving everyone watching his retreating back.

He knew what bus stop Minkyu would be at on that day.

—

He hates this and thinks it’s completely unnecessary. Why is it that Minkyu is always the one to get tossed away? He casts a glance around the bustling airport before wiping away the tears under his glasses. Letting out a shaky sigh he puts his attention back to the book in his lap or tries. As soon as he puts his eyes to the page his aunt (‘another one bites the dust’ Minkyu thinks bitterly — ) claps her hand over the young teen’s shoulder, squeezing. It hadn’t really occurred to him that this would affect her in some sort of way. It was only three years.

(she never wants to feel the dread she felt when she finally saw the healing burn one day. she promised connie that she would protect him as if he was her own, after all, it was the least she could do after what connie helped her, she will eventually feel the all-encompassing that comes with finding out a loved one has been hurt. she won’t confront it.)

“America is your oyster, Minkyu.” She starts slowly, she can never put herself in his shoes, doesn’t want to think of a life where her own kids have to live in fear and always glance over their shoulders, a lack of trust from no stability. She pinches her cheek affectionately, brushing an errant tear from the side of his face, a watery smile of her own taking shape as he swats her away as usual. “Maybe I don’t want an oyster?” He retorts, this always happens though; once he’s settled and stupid enough to think maybe he can get familiar with the routine -- three years isn’t enough for roots to truly grow into a concept to consider, not when three months wasn’t enough for him to get comfortable before. “They aren’t even here to send me off...”

Minkyu has never been happier to be a liar as his parents speed walk to the bench he sits at, making a commotion as always.

“This one over here missed the exit on the highway --”

“I said I was sorry!” Jihoon snaps at his wife before looking back at his son, “all packed up, Min? Got your socks?”

He’s thirteen and doesn’t want to leave, doesn’t take advantage of the fact that his father cares about his feet getting cold so easily, he should, he shouldn’t and he has no idea how much he should appreciate it while he can.

“It’s all in there…” Minkyu mumbles, tapping his suitcase. He only needs one, thirteen years in one bag, sticking his book at the top. His parents are chaos personified and he’ll never get any reading done with them talking loudly and over everything and he tries to keep up, suppose he should be happy his parents get along and can tolerate each other, some of his friends’ parents don’t speak unless it’s really required, married for the sake of face. The last time Minkyu checked, Connie and Jihoon were still very much in love… just not up for the parenting part.

They all get up as a unit, the four of them and it’s the closest thing to a ‘family’ outing Cash can get as they walk him to his gate, the school knows he’s coming, he still hates this, still feels like he’s being thrown away for some sort of reason that has nothing to do with him. He puts his anger to the side just for that moment, enjoying the equally rare and awkward group hug they find themselves in, eyes pressed tightly because he refuses to cry — they want him to leave, why should he be sad about this?

Something breaks in his chest as he lets them go, whatever warmth that was there trickles out and the wound seals itself as he walks away from his parents, it feels good Minkyu quickly decides.

His parents aren’t giving him up, he’s leaving them.

He doesn’t look back.

—

A fourteen-hour flight is long enough to finish his book two times and watch multiple movies but even he finally falls asleep, the silence of the airplane gnawing as he lets his iPod have a rest.

He dreams, vividly. Dreams of a starkly different life, dreams he’s drowning, and the closer to the surface his hand reaches the deeper he’s tugged to the bottom of a never-ending ocean. Flinching, he wakes, glasses askew, clutching the side of his neck, nearly elbowing the flight attendant, she’d only been trying to wake him up, perks of being an unaccompanied minor. Shaking off the dregs of sleep, the anxiety fills his gut as he grabs his carry-on and descends. He doesn’t have to look far, a man standing at the gate with his name written on a piece of printer paper.

“Lee Minkewl?”

They blink at each other like owls and Minkyu shakes his head.

“Min works.”

The relief on the man’s face is almost comical as he claps his hand over the teen’s shoulder, glancing up at him, taking his bag.  The team could use his height.

“Thank God, welcome to America, son. Say… you don’t play football do you?”

[what-big-teeth]

Spark (Male Fire Elemental, pt. 3)

After a sudden setback, Simone is unsure if her original goal of making her grandmother’s house a home is doable. But the outcome to a phone call may be the encouragement she needs to keep going. And with Ignis by her side, things start to look up.  

Female Human (POV) x Male Monster  [Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 4]

“Will that be all, officer?”

The cop jots down my partial description of the intruder and pockets her notepad.

“Yes, Miss Price, that should do it,” she says. She glances over at Mason’s pickup and frowns. “While we can’t allow you or your boyfriend back inside, I can bring out some clothes for him.”

Ignis hasn’t said a thing since Mica dialed 9-1-1 with my phone. Which makes sense with everything that’s happened without warning so far. He’s been handling being in his human form and wrapped in my duvet well enough. I just don’t know how he feels about the authorities thinking he’s my boyfriend and we were suddenly “interrupted”. The idea still makes my cheeks warm over pleasantly.

“No, it’s fine,” I say, rubbing my hands over my heavy coat sleeves. “He can borrow some of my friend’s clothes at the motel. His sister is letting me do the same.”

The officer nods then tells me she’ll call so I can pick up the rest of my things from the station later, after the crime scene has been investigated. God, that’s what it is now, isn’t it? No longer a home and not even a house. The intruder didn’t take anything tangible, but what they did was still precious. The sense of security.

“Miss Price?”

I rub at my burning eyes. The cop looks at me with a mix of pity and sadness.

“Get some rest, alright?”

I nod. Then I climb into the backseat of Mason’s truck because that’s the only thing I can do.

“Ready to go?” Mica asks softly.

“Yeah.”

The pickup pulls away from the property and coasts down the road. Maybe for my sake; I’m not sure. All I know is Nana’s house will never be the same.

A gentle heat ghosts over my skin then intertwines with my fingers. Ignis. I squeeze his hand in thanks until Mason clears his throat and glances at me through the rearview mirror.

“What we heard over the phone,” he says, “that was all true?”

Ignis raises his free hand, being careful of the duvet, and snaps his fingers. A small flame ignites from the action and burns for a few long seconds before dissipating.

“It is.”

“Right,” Mason sighs, dragging a hand over his face. “Of course…”

“Being in that form isn’t uncomfortable, is it?” Mica hedges, looking back at us. “We don’t know how people in town will react to what you really look like, so...”

“This appearance is something I personally made,” Ignis says. “Maintaining it is simple. You have nothing to worry about.”

Mica looks relieved by his answer, but it just leaves me feeling curious.

“Mind if I ask how you made this form?”

Ignis’ features soften and his gaze grows distant.

“One of the many possessors of my flask was a gladiator, raised in the Roman Empire. He suggested my name and was the first human to treat me as an equal; a friend. When he was killed in combat and I was taken away, I chose to use his appearance as the basis for this form. But I never thought I’d put my it to use.”

Mica’s sputter quickly dispels the nostalgic air.

“I-I’m sorry, but did you say the Roman Empire? As in Diocletian and Justinian? That Roman Empire?”

“Yes,” Ignis says, tilting his head. “Is there an issue?”

“No! No issue,” she says with a growing grin. “It’s just that, well…”

Mica’s practically vibrating in her seat. She’s always been a huge history nerd and the interest grew until she decided to nurture it in college then graduate school. So it wasn’t surprising when she decided to turn her love of history into a degree. I snort, trying to stifle my laugh, but fail.

“You’re basically a piece of living history,” I say. “In other words, she’s saying you’re old.”

Mica shakes her head, probably to the point of making herself dizzy.

“It’s not that your old, Ignis. It’s just that you’ve seen so much! Knowing what you are, if you were around for the gladiator games, then maybe you were around for the founding of the Roman Empire itself.”

She hops in her seat, back straightening. “Oh! Or maybe even before then? How long were you in Europe? Were you always in Europe? Were you present during the Hadean Eon?”

“In English?” Mason groans out.

“When Earth was a literal roiling firestorm before rocks were a thing,” Mica says. “Anyway!”

Mica keeps asking Ignis questions and surprisingly, he answers them all in a calm and patient tone. He even chuckles when she goes off on a tangent and attempts to guess what time periods he’s witnessed. Mason soon joins in, reminding Mica that everyone in the truck doesn’t speak “fluent geek”. That leads to the twins falling into a spat that makes Ignis laugh deep from his belly. It’s an unforgettable sound just like this moment. Seeing the people I love like this is enough to make me happy.

…Love, huh? When did Ignis become a part of that special group?

“Simone?”

Ignis gently squeezes my hand while looking down at me with ruby-red eyes. For reasons that are slowly becoming clearer, my cheeks warm over.

“Are you alright?” he asks.

Mica laughs as Mason trips over a complex word before deciding to focus solely on the road. But there’s a small smile on his face, despite his embarrassment. That’s why it’s easy to nod sincerely.

“Yeah. I’m good.”

The rest of the trip to the motel is filled with laughter, grins, and the warmth of Ignis’ hand encasing mine. We pull into the empty, silent parking lot and quickly guide Ignis into the twins’ hotel room. Or at least, it would be if it didn’t have just one bed. Mason heads towards his suitcase with Ignis in tow while Mica plops into a chair beside the heating system. She sighs contentedly, peeling off her thick gloves.

“Is your room nearby?” I ask.

“Yup, and with a second bed. Mason and I thought it’d be a good idea just in case...”

Mica’s words trails off, obviously not wanting to bring up the past few hours. She glances over her shoulder and I give her a smile.

“Thanks for looking out for me,” I say, then feel my smile falter. “Mind doing it again after I call Dad?”

“Not at all! But, uh, how are you going to explain…”

Mica gestures to a confused Ignis holding a small pile of clothes being ushered into the bathroom by Mason. The door closes with a loud creak and a soft click.

“Dad knows about Ignis, so lying isn’t necessary,” I say, sitting on the foot of Mason’s bed.

“So Ignis is the reason why your Dad and Nana became estranged?”

I nod. “He didn’t want me to have Nana’s house in the first place.” My fingers bunch the thin, white blanket beneath me. “What if he won’t hear Ignis out? I refuse to leave Ignis by himself, but I don’t want to sacrifice my relationship with Dad, either…”

The bed dips beside me and a gentle weight nudges my shoulder.

“I don’t think it’ll come to that,” Mica says. “But the best way to ensure that is to make sure they hold an honest conversation. Ignis already proved he’s able to do that and your Dad is too. As long as you’re there, they’ll have a reason to reach common ground.”

When I don’t reply, Mica nudges my shoulder again.

“You’ll see.”

The bathroom creaks open slowly and she grins wide, expectant. “Speaking of.”

But it’s Mason who steps out instead, blocking us from seeing the end result inside. My eyebrows knit together at his stiff movements.

“Something wrong?” I ask.

“Mica,” he says, “You…got money on hand, right?”

“Uh, yeah. Why do you—”

A loud rip sounds from inside the bathroom.

“…My apologies,” Ignis says. “The fit was too tight.”

Laughter bursts from my gut and I end up slipping off the bed and landing on my ass. The pain’s not enough to stop me. Mica’s close to tears from cackling so hard. And poor Mason’s left exasperated as he steps back into the bathroom and closes the door.

When we finally calm down and figure out Ignis and Mason’s sleep arrangements, I head out with Mica and my duvet. I collapse in bed with a grin on my face. And in that moment, I know things will work out, one way or another.

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The smell of bacon and hash browns rouses me and makes my stomach grumble. Loudly. I sit up with a groan, uncaring of how Mica’s borrowed sleepshirt falls off my shoulders. I only care when someone clears their throat.

Ignis stares down at me with an amused smirk, still in human form. Wearing clothes that fit his tall, broad frame deliciously. The white shirt hidden underneath his black, leather jacket gives just a hint of the musculature of his torso. And god, his jeans. Not too loose or tight, but just enough to compliment his legs. Probably his ass, too. I can’t really tell from this angle, sadly.

“See something you like?” he asks, his voice a deep rumble.

The sound warms me in places I’ve ignored for the longest of time because of grad school. So having this happen right now with dried, flaking drool on the corner of my mouth and my natural curls being a hot mess…isn’t ideal. At all. I swipe at my mouth with my hand and adjust the sleepshirt as best I can. The old fabric just slips back into place, leaving my shoulders exposed. And open to a soothing heat that flows over my skin.

Ignis rolls one of my curls between his clawed finger and thumb with a teasing smile.

“I must say Simone, you look rather charming like this.” His fingers skim my shoulder, making me shiver. “But I wonder how you’d look completely debauched.”

Holy fu—

The room door opens without warning. I’m left staring at the place Ignis once stood, my mouth wide open and cheeks aflame. He, meanwhile, has somehow taken a seat at the nearby round table with a bag smelling like breakfast neatly set in the center by a bottle of orange juice.

“Simone?” Mica asks, wearing her coat and looking ready for the day. “You okay?”

Ignis just left me looking like a fool. Again. But in a very different way. I shift around a bit in a horrible attempt to curb my libido and clear my throat.

“Y-yeah. Still kind of tired, that’s all.”

Mica doesn’t say a word. She just smiles. Knowingly.

“Since I had to repay Mason for his ruined clothes, I thought it’d be best to get Ignis some much needed clothes.”

“Thank you again for your aid, Mica,” the bane of my single existence replies. “You’re too kind.”

“Not a problem! Do you mind helping Mason load the pickup truck?” She pulls out a brown bag from behind her back. “I still need to eat breakfast.”

“Of course.”

But before he leaves, Ignis’ gaze slides over to me, well over Mica’s head. It pins me in place until he closes the motel room door with a soft click. Mica takes Ignis’ old seat, unwraps her breakfast sandwich, and takes a bite while staring at me.

“So,” she says, “How was your wakeup call?”

“Mica, what the fuck?”

I wince against the sharp hoarseness of my voice. Mica just wipes her mouth with a thin napkin.

“What? I just asked Ignis to wake you up.” She grins mischievously. “I didn’t tell him how, though. Whatever he did, that was all him. But by the looks of things, I’m guessing you enjoyed it?”

Instead of replying, I throw the covers off, jump from the bed, and hurry into the bathroom. I start the shower and end up being sprayed with horrifically cold-ass water. I shriek and hear Mica cackle from the other room.

“Don’t think I didn’t see you two being sweet in the truck last night!” she yells above the loud spray.

Once I’m cleaned, clothed, and no longer horny, I go to town on my breakfast sandwich and orange juice. Blessedly, Mica stays quiet until I’m done.

“What time is it?” I ask.

“Almost ten. I thought it’d be best to get you ready and have Ignis cheer you up before your Dad comes.”

Right. The phone call. During all the silliness and Ignis acting like that, I had almost forgotten. Almost. Mica slides my phone across the table. According to the battery icon in the upper corner, it’s fully charged. She must’ve taken care of that for me last night.

“You know I got your back, right?” she asks. “So does Mason and Ignis, too.”

Having the twins’ support me does make me feel better. But when I imagine Ignis alongside of them, I can’t stop the warmth that floods my cheeks. And I don’t want to. I take a deep breath, pick it my phone, and dial Dad’s number.

“Hello?”

“Hey Dad.”

“Morning sweetheart! How are things over there?”

I brace myself then tell him everything. About getting to know Ignis, the attempted robbery, how he saved me and then me him. By the time I’m done, Dad’s gone completely silent.

Until, “Were you hurt? Are you safe?”

“Yeah, Ignis protected me. I…I think he almost died doing it.”

Another long silence.

“I’m coming down there.” His tone leaves no room for argument. “Stay with Mica and Mason until then, alright?”

I agree and don’t mention Ignis again; his voice already sounds tight and on edge. He ends the call and my body releases the tension it was hoarding.

“How was it?” Mica asks.

“We’ve got about two hours before he arrives at the motel.”

Mica’s mouth twists into a crooked, near frown. But she soon she perks up with a bright smile.

“Then let’s make the most of it. This town has a fun place to check out.” She stands up and holds out her hand towards me. “You in?”

I realize what she’s offering: a distraction. It’s exactly what I need, at least before the shit hits the fan. So I grab her hand and stand up.

“Let’s go.”

We meet Mason and Ignis outside, walking up to them just as they finish up their conversation. A calm one at that. Which is weird since Mason didn’t want anything to do with Ignis when they first met.

I explain the situation and the countdown until Dad arrives. Mason’s quick to agree, citing that Mica has extra money to blow (she smacks him for that). But Ignis looks completely out of his element, nothing like how he appeared in the motel room.

“What is a ‘arcade’?”

The twins and I grin.

We pull into the Comicade’s parking lot and head inside. Some of the distrusting looks of the adult customers fall away once Ignis steps into view, turning into curiosity and unashamed appreciation. I ignore the sourness building in my gut, accept the quarters Mica offers me, and make a beeline towards the Tetris machine.

I’m doing well, fitting the tetrominos in place with only a few incomplete lines at the bottom of the screen. They start piling up after I hear a too many flirty giggles. But they fall silent when a large, too-warm hand slowly glides across my lower back and rests on my hip.

“What sort of game is this?” Ignis asks, his hot breath ghosting the shell of my ear.

“T-Tetris. It’s a tile puzzle.” My voice sounds too strained for my liking.

“I see. Interesting.”

Ignis pulls away and I find myself missing his warmth. To the point that my body leans back to follow after him. But a familiar sound makes me freeze: the ‘Game Over’ tune. A soft chuckle sends a rush of frustration through me, in both senses of the word.

Thankfully, the rest of our time at the arcade is relatively calm. The twins and I manage to win a large amount of arcade tickets, but hand them off to a group of appreciative kids. At a quarter ‘til one, we decide to drive back to the motel. But before I’m able to follow Mica and Ignis out the door, Mason taps me on the shoulder.

“Can we talk?”

The bags under his eyes are somewhat darker and his expression screams defeat. It’s hard to look at him like this, which is why I agree. He calls out to Mica and, after a quick warning, tosses his keys at her when she faces him.

“Mind going on ahead?” he asks.

They hold a quick, silent conversation and Mica nods, leading Ignis outside. Once they’re gone, he leads me over to an empty corner of the arcade with stiff steps, his hands stuffed into his coat pockets. I’m about to ask what’s wrong, but he holds up a hand and shakes his head.

“If I don’t say this now, I probably never will.” He takes a deep breath and focuses on me. “I’ve been seeing you more as a friend for a while now. And that’s why I’ve been acting like, well, this.”

Mason pauses and gathers his dreadlocks in his hands, just to have something to do; one of his nervous tells. He lets go and they fall down.

“It’s also why Mica got on my case a few days ago. Because I should’ve said something before someone else did. But I’m too late.”

He gives me a sad smile then shrugs.

“Ignis may be what he is, but he seems to really care for you. Like you do for him. So as long as you’re happy, I’m happy too.”

I sniff and rub at my eyes to stop the tears from falling. But they come anyway. I haven’t seen this Mason, the gruff but sincere guy I’ve known for the longest, in a while. The Mason I went to when I’m tackling something Mica may not be able to help with. I’m so stupidly happy to have him back, that I’m not surprised when my laughter comes out watery, but light.

“You dork,” I say. “You know I’ll always be your friend, right?”

Mason chuckles then wraps me in a hug, rocking me back and forth. Like he used to do when we were kids.

“Yeah, I know.”

After splashing my face with cold water in the restroom, we leave the arcade for his truck and climb inside with the others. Mason sits in the driver’s seat while I claim the empty seat behind him. Beside Ignis.

“Everything alright?” Mica asks.

I meet Mason’s gaze in the rearview mirror and smile.

“Yeah, we’re good.”

My smartphone starts to vibrate and I pluck it out of from my coat pocket. The screen displays ‘Dad’ in bold, white print. I answer the call with a swipe of my thumb and let Dad know we’re on our way.

Mason drives us back to the motel and I see a familiar, dark blue hatchback in the parking lot. When we park a few spaces away from it, Dad steps out and locks his car. He waves at the twins just as his eyes settle on the backseat. His gaze hardens when he sees Ignis. And in turn, Ignis tenses. But he relaxes when I reach over and twine my fingers with his.

“We’ll be okay,” I tell him. “Promise.”

Ignis squeezes my hand back and looks down at me. He gives me a warm, closed-mouth smile then unlocks the door on his side.

We climb out, Ignis carefully helping me step onto the ground with our hands connected. Dad watches us without saying a word, keeping his eyes trained on Ignis the whole time. To keep the fragile peace, I let go of him to take the lead. As I walk closer, the hard lines of Dad’s face soften and he opens his arms for me. My forehead bumps into the top of his shoulder as his arms squeeze me tightly.

“Thank goodness you’re safe,” he breathes against my hair.

He hugs me a bit closer and I almost feel like a little girl again.

“Like I said before, I had help.”

As I step out of Dad’s embrace, Ignis comes to stand beside me with a neutral expression. Even though Ignis is about half a head taller and broader than him, Dad isn’t affected by their differences.

“You must be Ignis,” he says.

Ignis replies with a slow nod that looks too tense to be comfortable. Having them reach common ground is possible; I just have to think and act carefully.

“Dad.” I reach out touch his arm. “Can we all talk somewhere in private?”

Thankfully, he agrees. But his distrustful expression makes me gnaw at my bottom lip, even after Mica attempts to run interference by offering the key to her hotel room. I’m scared what I say won’t matter in the end since Dad has voiced his dislike of Ignis since day one. But I have to try. Because I don’t want to choose between two of the most important people to me.

So, I steel myself when Mica leaves the motel room and Dad closes the door. He walks over to the table, takes a seat, and gestures for Ignis to take the remaining chair. That leaves me with the edge of my made bed, where I take off my coat.

“Simone,” Dad says, his voice adamant.

“Yes, sir?”

“You already told me what happened back at the house,” he says, crossing his arms. “But I want to hear it from him.”

My stomach flips; this isn’t what I planned at all. Ignis settles further into his chair and clears his throat.

“Then would you mind,” he begins, “if I told you my full story? Including what led us all here to this moment?”

“Go right ahead.”

Ignis does. He starts at the beginning, with how he was the cause of his own capture. How he was exchanged numerous times over the years for gold. How his one human friend died as a gladiator and how he found himself in early America. Then, how he met Nana.

“Abigail showed fearlessness and compassion when she encountered me in the woods that day,” Ignis says. “Even after all my attempts to scare her away. It was those traits, and her resourcefulness, which made me fall in love with her.”

Dad’s eyes widen at that last statement, but he quickly schools his expression.

“So what went wrong?”

“Me,” Ignis says, bowing his head. “I let my anger and jealousy overcome me, and became a genuine threat to this town. I threatened to burn it and its inhabitants to the ground because Abigail loved another. She upheld the common good by sealing me away that day. If I were to spend the rest of time trapped there, it would have been a just punishment.”

Ignis’ gaze warms over and he smiles.

“But Simone arrived and broke down my barriers with patience and understanding. It’s due to her that I felt like myself, like an equal, even during the last days of my imprisonment. So is it surprising, that when she was in danger, I used every bit of my power to save her?”

Dad rubs his temples and lets out a silent sigh, frowning.

“I will be forever grateful that you saved Simone,” he says. “But with all due respect, why should I trust you, especially with my daughter? You threatened to incinerate an entire town full of innocent people. All because you didn’t get what you want.”

Every part of me is screaming to do something, to get up and defend Ignis, to try and explain our time back at Nana’s house.

“You’re right,” Ignis says.

His head is raised and his whole demeanor is completely calm with no trace of rigidness in his body. He meets Dad’s stare head on.

“Even before my capture, I only cared about myself and my own interests. That didn’t change while I was trapped in the flask. And as much as I came to care for Abigail, I fell back into my old habits and lashed out for my own personal gain.”

His eyes find mine and he gives me a gentle smile, one that makes my heart pound.

“But if given the chance, I will prove myself a thousand times over. All for Simone.”

I let out the breath my lungs hold in a quiet rush and take in more air. The action somewhat snaps me out of my daze. Dad’s long sigh clears away the last of it.

“Fine,” he says. “I’ll give you a chance.”

Dad stands and pushes his chair under the table. He starts heading for the door, but pauses to clap his hand onto Ignis’ shoulder.

“But if you screw up, I will find a way to extinguish you. Permanently.”

“There’s no need,” Ignis says. “If I do waste my opportunity, I’ll gladly do it myself.”

After a tense moment, Dad nods. Then, he turns my way.

“I’ll book a room so that when the station calls, you won’t have to collect your things by yourself. And Ignis is coming along too, correct?”

Ignis’ stunned expression falls away. He smiles.

“Of course.”

Satisfied, Dad heads out and closes the door with a soft click. I flop onto my bed, grunting as my back hits the fresh covers.

“So glad that worked out,” I murmur.

“As am I,” Ignis says.

I pause. Because his voice sounds much closer than expected. I shimmy up into a slight crunch then prop myself up on my elbows. He’s standing at the foot of the bed with a teasing smirk stretching his lips. The same one from earlier, in fact. Molten heat pools in my lower belly as his eyes roam over my body.

“You look like you’ve got something planned,” I say with a smirk of my own.

“Only if you agree to it.”

Before I can answer, my phone buzzes. And I can’t stop the laugh that bubbles up because of Mica’s text.

“Intercepted your Dad after he checked in and invited him to lunch with us. I’ll bring back food, you’re welcome, and give me details later.”

I toss my phone onto Mica’s bed and grin up at Ignis.

“Since we’ve got time,” I say, shedding my winter boots, “you should finish what you started.”

His ruby red eyes flash as he removes his leather jacket.

“Gladly.”

[ft-dads-au]

Hang In There

I Take Pride in What I Am 2020 Prompt: Beginnings Pairing(s): Master Bob & Weisslogia 

A Collaboration by @mdelpin​ and @oryu404​

AO3 | FF.Net

Summary: Bob Aileron has moved rooms more times than he'd care to remember, cast aside by those who refuse to see past his eccentric exterior. Today he'll meet his new roommate, and he desperately hopes to make a friend.

November 12, 1973

Robert Aileron sat at a table at his favorite coffee shop on campus. His suitcase lay on the ground next to him, and he frowned at it in distaste, hating all the things it reminded him of. In some ways, he mused, it was a visual representation of the current state of his soul.

Battered. Torn. Ugly bits exposed for everyone to see.

Every single time he dug it out from underneath his bed, it signaled a defeat of some kind, starting when his father had sent him to that godforsaken place. The things he had endured in the name of pleasing a God that Bob was pretty sure had abandoned him a long time ago had been both painful and humiliating. Just thinking about it was enough to make him shudder.

None of them had changed a single thing inside him. All it had managed was to make him fear what new terrors would be unleashed upon him once his father realized their best efforts had done nothing to turn him into the kind of son he desired.

As soon as he was allowed to return home, Bob had started walking and never looked back, dragging that stupid suitcase through town after town, encounter after encounter, doing anything that would get him money to keep going.

He’d ended up in Magnolia, arguably one of the more liberal towns in Fiore beside Crocus, hoping that things would be different for him there.

But it turned out being more liberal didn’t mean shit, it was just more of the same. The ridicule, the threats, the attacks that he’d experienced in Clover? Happened there as well.

So Bob decided that if no one would embrace him as he was, he would just have to embrace himself. He lived on the streets most of that first summer, earning enough money in dark alleys to rent a dank room the size of a closet.

He graduated high school, made it through four years of college, and now he was in medical school, trying very hard not to dwell on the things he’d had to do to get there. Or on the fact that no matter how educated the people he met were, the way they responded to him never changed.

Which is why he was getting ready to meet yet another roommate. Each time he was forced out of his room and into another for reasons that were never quite made clear to him, the housing advisor assured him that this one would be the perfect one for him. Despite this, he’d lost track of how many times he’d switched rooms since he’d started medical school the previous year.

He’d hoped this year would be different, but this was already his third room assignment in as many months. Was it too much to ask that for once he’d find someone who could see past his little quirks? It was ridiculous in his opinion, these people were training to be doctors for fuck’s sake.

He sighed into his coffee. Whatever, he’d tried changing in the past, adapting to what some of these people’s expectations had been, but not only had it made him miserable, it hadn’t really made any difference whatsoever, so why bother?

The truth was Bob was tired, beaten down from the constant barrage of insults and rejection. Every single one had chewed off a piece of his soul, and just like his poor suitcase, he was starting to fall apart. He really wasn’t sure how much more he could take before there wouldn’t be anything left.

Besides, why should he have to change? He was fabulous just the way he was. Just a bit ahead of his time, that’s all.

He grinned for a moment, allowing that thought to seep in as he eyed his reflection in the window. That blush he’d picked out this morning matched the bright pink of his sweater perfectly, and his mascara was on point.

He didn’t always primp this much, but he figured if this guy wasn’t going to work out, he might as well know from the beginning. He studied the slip of paper where the housing advisor had scribbled down the location of his new room, Fairy Hills, as well as the name of his new roommate, Weisslogia Eucliffe.

Fairy Hills was one of the quieter dorms on campus, but he could live with that. It would be useful for studying, and he tended to go out for his other interests.

On a whim, he decided to buy some muffins to bring along as a gesture of good faith. It probably wouldn’t make any difference, but at the very least, he could stress eat them later.

Loaded up with his backpack, suitcase, and a box of muffins, he made his way to Fairy Hills, trying his hardest to ignore the tiny flame of hope in his heart that refused to be doused, no matter how many times he was rejected.

He entered the building hoping for an elevator as his room was on the third floor, and he wasn’t looking forward to lugging all his shit up the stairs. The lobby was quiet, which wasn’t all that surprising as classes were still in session. He was happy to see an elevator and immediately rode it up to his floor. He got off, looking at the numbers on the doors as he searched for his room. Bob could feel his hands getting sweatier the closer he got to room 302.

Finally arriving in front of it, he put his suitcase down and fumbled in his pocket for the key. He knocked twice before opening the door, finding the room empty, although one side was clearly occupied.

He moved to what would be his side of the room and dropped his suitcase on top of the mattress, stopping a moment to examine what he could see of his roommate’s belongings and chuckling to himself.

There were no personal belongings anywhere, no family pictures or knickknacks of any kind. Instead, textbooks and notebooks were neatly organized on the desk’s shelf, along with a dictionary. The desk itself was bare except for writing supplies. The bed was nicely made, the dirty clothes were all gathered in a hamper.

Rather than the pinups of big breasted women that he’d become accustomed to living with there were anatomy posters, one detailing the skeletal system, another the muscles, and one of the female reproductive system. This guy was serious, but Bob also had to smile at the last poster that had been meticulously pinned up. It was one he’d seen a few times at stores, showing a picture of a cat dangling from a tree branch, the words Hang in there, Baby written underneath.

He’d begun to unpack his belongings when he heard the sound of the door opening behind him. Bob turned to greet his new roommate, a smile already plastered on his lips only to freeze when he found himself face to face with the most gorgeous man he had ever laid eyes on.

Longish blond hair stood up in unruly spikes with some tendrils framing his face, bringing attention to his eyes, which were a beautiful shade of green. They reminded Bob of the ocean, and just like that great body of water, they made him want to swim in their depths.

“Oh, I completely forgot you were moving in today! Sorry about that, I would have cleaned up.”

Damn it, he had an accent too! His biggest weakness.

”I’m Weisslogia Eucliffe, nice to meet you,” Weisslogia stretched his hand out in greeting, and Bob had to resist the urge to bring it up to his lips to kiss. He forced himself to shake it instead, although the formality of the gesture amused him. This guy was definitely not from around here.

“Bob Aileron,” Bob replied, “Nice to meet you as well.”

He could see Weisslogia looking him over and waited for the inevitable moment when he would frown or look away in disgust, but it never came. In fact, Weisslogia seemed to have no reaction at all. Not to the blush, the mascara, or the bright colors of his clothing. Not even to his painted fingernails. Bob had gone out of his way to paint a picture, and the lack of response to his efforts was disconcerting. He was so confused by it that he didn’t even feel relief.

“Hey, are those muffins?” Weiss asked excitedly as his eyes moved to the box of muffins Bob had placed on his desk. “Could I have one? I was running late this morning and didn’t get a chance to eat breakfast.”

“Yeah, knock yourself out,” Bob muttered, still bewildered.

Weisslogia raised an eyebrow at the comment but shrugged it off, opening the box and moaning happily at the sight. He shoved an entire muffin into his mouth, barely stopping to remove the wrapper.

“Whoa, slow down! There’s plenty more, you’re gonna choke!” Bob watched worriedly, trying to reconcile that this man, who was quite obviously a neat freak, was also the messiest eater Bob had ever seen. Crumbs flew out of his mouth at an alarming rate and damn if the juxtaposition of the two things didn’t make him seem even more interesting. He grabbed a napkin from the box and handed it over.

Weiss gave him a crumbly grin, and Bob felt his heart skip a few beats. He finally managed to swallow the muffin and used the napkin to clean himself up, swiftly putting it in the trash.

“Do you need any help moving in?”

“Nah, I’ve got it down to a science by now,” Bob retorted as he went back to unpacking his suitcase. “So you’re not from Fiore, are you?”

“Nope, I’m from a place called Edolas, it’s an-”

“Oh yeah, that’s an island to the east of here, right?” Bob interrupted, remembering it from his geography class in high school.

“Wow, you’ve heard of it, that’s a first!” Weisslogia’s eyes sparkled at his recognition.

“I used to like maps a lot,” Bob admitted shyly, not bothering to add how he used to dream he could just take off to one of those places and start over.

Weisslogia nodded, grabbing another muffin and wolfing it down in much the same graceless way as before. “Oh, I’m sorry, I’m eating all your muffins,” he apologized with his mouth full, crumbs falling into the collar of his shirt and down on the floor. “Let me make it up to you, I’ll buy you lunch tomorrow!”

Bob found himself nodding along, not the least bit sure of what to make of his new roommate, but excited at the prospect of lunch with a handsome man the following day.

He turned back to his suitcase, attempting to hide his shit-eating grin from his roommate. He’d come in expecting to be rejected, and he’d somehow come out of it with a date.

And even though he knew it wasn’t a real date, it still hinted at a genuine interest on Weisslogia’s part in being his friend, something Bob hadn’t had for a long time.

He pushed the now empty suitcase under the bed, out of sight, daring to believe that maybe he wouldn’t need it again any time soon. That perhaps for once, things would work out in his favor, and this one moment finally marked the beginning of something good in his life.