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hannahhook7744 · 3 years ago

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A Wish Fulfilled Prologue part 1;

Big shout out to @c-rose2081 inspiring the opening of this chapter. Also, if you want to be tagged, let me know.

Trigger warning; Cinderella and Kit Charming Bashing, descendants parents sucking, headcanons, bad parenting, etc.

Previous parts here; Summary.

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6 children played on the vast grounds of Charming castle-- innocent, carefree, & happy as can be. Unaware of just how soon their circumstances would change.

"EN GARDE" One of the children yelled, swinging a wooden sword at another-- leaping over a log as he did so. He was short, chubby, & had a head full of blonde curls, and his hazel eyes shined bright as he advanced forward. His name was Prince Chadwick Robert Charming & he was 6 years old, and the heir apparent to the Cinderellasburg throne.

His friend, the one he was play-fighting, was another prince named Benjamin who would one day rule them all. But for now, he was just a 7 year old boy playing with Chad and their other friends. And he was gracefully ducking every blow sent his way. "YOU'LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE!" Chad swung at him once again, nearly tripping over the cape he was wearing. "RELEASE THE PRINCESS, YOU EVIL SWINE!" Ben blocked the hit with his own sword, yelling "NEVER!"

Nearby, four additional children sat in and around a castle playhouse-- keeping their eyes on the duel that was commencing. Far too enamored with the fight to remember the roles they were supposed to be playing in their little game of 'Quests and Bests'. The 6 year old 'kidnapped' Princess (Audrey) was leaning out of her 'prison' window with a look of awe on her face. One that was mirrored by her fellow 'prisoner', the high fairy queen of Auardon (Jane) who was leaning out the other window. The magical bard (Doug) who was supposed to be rescuing them looked just as invested in the outcome of the fight as they did, while their last friend and prison keeper (Lonnie) just looked on with envy. No doubt annoyed that she had gotten stuck guarding them instead of fighting.

No one paid her any mind because again a duel was going on right in front of their eyes. And it was the coolest thing they had ever seen, because it was clear that the two princes in front of them were taking their duel very seriously (like they were taught to be) & that they both intended to win it. Both boys moved with unfathomable grace & dignity, swinging, swiping, blocking, & ducking each and every blow the other sent their way with ease. As if they were born for this. As if they could do it all day. And they would all gladly watch them do so if they were permitted to do so. How could they not when seeing both of their friends so calm, collected, and concentrated?

Suddenly, a warm, loving, familiar voice cut through the air like a blade-- destroying the concentration everyone has built up with just a few simple words. "KIDS, TIME FOR LUNCH!" Chad yelped and tripped-- startled by the yelling-- and fell on his backside as his sword flew out of his hand, far behind him. All of his friends ran over immediately to help him up and to see if he was alright, only for him to beat them to it. He pushed himself up-- seemingly unfazed by his embarrassing fall-- & brushed himself off, quickly calling out "COMING GRANDPA!" as he did so before turning to them.

"You guys go ahead without me, I gotta go find my sword " He said, sheepishly glancing behing him. Ben, being the helpful little people please he was, didn't miss a beat and earnestly replied with "we can help you find it, if you want!" The rest of their friends eagerly nodded, showing their solidarity and willingness to help, but Chad shook his head. "No, no. It's fine. I got it. You guys go ahead and tell my grandpa I'll be in a sec". His friends all looked hesitant to drop the matter-- no doubt due to their shared upbringing-- and Chad feared for a moment that he'd have to fight them on it. Or worse, leave his sword behind and admit to his grandpa that he had lost yet another sword. But then Audrey stepped forward. "Don't worry, guys. I'll help him find it. Now shoo"

Surprisingly, their friends listened to her-- albeit hesitantly-- and raced back to the castle. Clearly excited to absolutely devoure whatever the staff had prepared for lunch. Chad couldn't really blame them; he'd have been racing back too if he hadn't lost his sword. He couldn't lose another one. His parents would be so mad and then they'd ground him and make him do more stuffy lessons and he wouldn't be able to play with his friends for a few days! And they'd take his mice, puppy, and kitty away again! He couldn't let that happen! He just had to find that sword!

"Which way did it go?" The princess inquired exasperated, knowing just as well as he did how his parents would react to him misplacing yet another toy. Sure, they'd replace it eventually when he got too annoying (clingy) for their liking or when his grandpa scolded them for being too harsh and distant again. Then they spend some time with him and get him another sword, and go back to dumping him on his grandpa, the grand duke and his wife, Prudence, until they got scolded for it again. That's just how parents were; Audrey's parents were the exact same. They were bestfriends for a reason after all.

"Somewhere over there" The blonde replied, jerking his thumb over his shoulder to gesture where it had gone. Which just so happened to be near the opening of the forest their parents and grandparents had repeatedly told them to steer clear of.

Audrey groaned, clearly not looking forward to the scolding her family and his parents would be giving them when they inevitably got caught-- and grabbed his hand. Moving forward and not even bothering to look back at him as she tugged on it.

"Well, come on then. We don't have all day" Chad stared at her wide eyed, jaw dropped; not having expected her to grab his hand like that. He quickly snapped out of it a second later and quickly followed after her when she tugged on his hand again.

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Seconds passed and turned into minutes, and those minutes drew out so much that it quickly became a quarter till 1. Or so Audrey's tiara watch said. And they still hadn't found the damned sword. Chad was becoming desperate at this point.

"Chad, come on. We gotta get back. They've definitely noticed we're gone by now" Audrey sighed, nervously glancing from her watch to Chad, who looked close to tears. "But.. but we need to find it! My mama and papa will be so mad if we don't!" His eyes were watering and he was wringing his hands together. Audrey felt her resolve slipping "Hey, no. Don't look at me like that. It's not my fault you lost the stupid thing!"

The blonde sniffled and swiped at his eyes-- Clearly trying not to cry. He looked like a kicked puppy when he did that. "Okay, okay fine! We'll look for 10 more minutes but after that, we're going back and there's nothing you can say to change my mind"

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They didn't go back after 10 minutes. They kept looking and looking until---"Hey Auddy look! Over there!" Chad piped up, pointing behind her.

"What is i--woah" the small princess's jaw dropped as she spotted what her friend was pointing at. A trail of wisps. One of which was holding the sword they had been looking for the past hour and a half. To say Audrey was a bit miffed would be an understatement. "Hey you!" The wisps all turned towards them at her exclamation, looking like a kid who got caught with their hand in the cookie jar as they nearly dropped the sword. It would be comical if Audrey wasn't so mad.

"Yeah you! Drop the sword!" She demanded, stomping her foot. Which wasn't very flattering for a princess let alone one her age but she couldn't care less at that moment. Her and Chad were gonna be in so much trouble when they got back, and it was all their fault; Audrey was pretty sure that that justified her current attitude and unprincessly actions.

But unlike their friends, the wisps weren't intimidated enough to listen to her and opted for bolting off farther into the woods instead. "HEY! GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE THIEVES!" The brunette screeched enraged, quickly pursuing them. Chad said nothing, too stunned by the current situation to even think about talking as he hurried down the trail after her-- wondering what they'd find.

The wisps ducked behind trees and rocks, jerked up and down, and just in general dodged every swipe of a hand or foot, or rock thrown at them as they tried to 'escape' the two children that were pursuing them. And every time Audrey and Chad caught up with the strange creatures, they seemed to get quicker and trickier. And they didn't seem like they'd be slowing down anytime soon-- they didn't even look or sound out of breath or tried or disheveled at all as they continued to lure the two royals further and further into the forest.

The same could not be said for Audrey and Chad. They were both drenched in sweat and covered in dirt. Their clothes were ripped and equally as damp and filthy as the children were. And their hair had become horribly untidy and frizzy-- they even had a couple of twigs and leaves in their hair! And both of them were horribly out of breath.

Though, Chad was in much worse shape than Audrey was for various reasons. He was extremely sunburnt and having a mild allergic reaction to honey (from running into a broken, thankfully empty bee hive) and feathers (from a fallen bird's nest that had landed on his head). He had developed a nasty rash that he just couldn't help but scratch at. Which just slowed them down even further because he just wouldn't stop scratching at it!

But by some miracle of fate, the two never lost sight of the pesky little things and Chad's sword-- not even once. No matter what got in their way; it was almost as if the wisps wanted Chad and Audrey to follow them.

The two quickly dismissed the thought from their minds as soon as it crossed them because that would be ridiculous. Wouldn't it? What could a ton of wisps possibly want with two "bratty" children who weren't very talented? Nothing. Absolutely nothing, because the mere idea was proprosterous.

Though the wisps did seem to go slower at times. Like when they led them through the thicker parts of the forest and across the frigid, unrelenting river. Eventually though, the wisps were back to their usual antics and sped into the only house that seemed to be around-- a little, shabby, lightened cottage that was covered in moss and shrubbery. And they took the sword with them--which caused the two children to halt their pursuit and retrieval of their property.

Audrey met Chad's shifty eyes and they quickly had a silent conversation where they weighed their possible options and the consequences of them. If they knocked on the door, the person might not answer or refuse return the sword. Which would mean they came all this way for nothing, which would make the trouble they were gonna be in worse. The same could be said for option 2, which was just to go home and ask an adult to go get it for them (which few would do).

They decided to go with the 3rd option; technical breaking and entering. If they were caught, they'd just run away or explain the situation. Or pretend that they were very, very lost. The plan wasn't very good but what other choice did they have? And they were just 6, so they wouldn't be punished too harshly for it anyway.

Audrey entered first; her exhaustion hadn't extinguished her anger in the slightest. She was gonna give up those stupid little wisps a piece of her mind and get Chad's sword back, whether they liked it or not. No matter what it cost. Chad reluctantly followed her, having 2nd thoughts but knowing that there was no backing out now.

The inside of the cottage looked straight out of the past. The walls were made of stone and the floor made of wood. Torches lit the wall and the place was decorated in scary masks, jars full of glowing liquids, a giant cauldron, & strange wood carvings. Wood carvings that were mainly of bears. All the furniture was made of stone, brick, or wood and the place was completely devoid of any tech. It was strange. But strangest yet, was the fact that the wisps had completely vanished.

The only evidence that they had ever even been there was the blue wooden sword that laid completely discarded on the floor. "MY SWORD!" Chad squealed happily as he ran over and plucked it off thr ground-- hugging it closely to his chest.

"Chad!" Audrey hissed frantically, making a cutting motion with her hand. "Keep it down, you're gonna get us caught--"

A cackle broke out from somewhere within the house, causing them to jump as an unfamiliar, feminine, accented voice called out "bit late for that, deary".

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byuntrash101 · 4 years ago

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PARAPHILIA - Part 3

Pairing: sub!Baekhyun x CEO!Reader

Genre: EstablishedRelationship!AU, slice of life, fluff (a tiny bit), smut

Tags: gentle dom/sub dynamics, sub!Baekhyun, apron, footjob, feet in mouth, praising, cum play

Raiting: +18 (you know me 🤪)

Word count: 3k

Summary: when you come back home from a very tiring day of work, your boyfriend Baekhyun knows exactly how to calm your nerves: with a foot massage.

A/N: This one has a different kind of dynamic since it’s gentle femdom. You see, the girl behing this blog is a switch so I hope you can enjoy this content too. Anyways don’t hesitate to comment or slide into my asks💖💖. - Cat 😽

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Paraphilia #3: Podophilia, sexual attraction to feet

W O R S H I P

You massage your temple in small circles as you try your hardest to concentrate on the road, driving your black Mercedes SUV. Today was a really rough day at work.

You were CEO of a startup company that designs programmes protecting video games and preventing hackers to illegally distribute the games. The company is ever growing as the hackers become more and more inventive.

Today you met with Kazuo 'Kaz' Hirai, CEO of the Playstation branch of the Sony Interactive Entertainment group. You had to negotiate a contract to be the company to protect every playstation exclusive game that was to be released in the next five years. Needless to say, a huge deal for you and your company.

"Aishh..." you scoffed as you recalled the cold expression of the japanese middle aged man. That old fart was really stubborn and strong headed. But so were you which made the negotiations rather difficult. After hours and hours of negotiating you finally came to an agreement interesting enough to the both of you, your firm but also Sony.

So yes it was a really rough day. And you were tired... and hungry. Very hungry you thought as you pulled over in the drive away of the modern residence.

Once in the entry you were instantly greeted by the smell of delicious food coming from the kitchen. You didn't even bother taking off your high heeled black pumps and simply directly walked to the dining room.

There you find the table neatly arranged for two. Your boyfriend Baekhyun comes in from the kitchen and instantly jumps when he sees you.

"You scared me! I didn't hear you coming!" he says holding his chest. You puff out a laugh.

He still has the oven mits on, he's wearing a casual pastel green shirt with comfy jeans, topped with a cute blue apron. He's just adorable.

"Sorry I'm so tired I just didn't feel like yelling "i'm home" when I came in"

"I knew it was going to be a tiring day for you so I made you dinner" he came over to you and took off the oven mits then your coat and purse which he placed on the coffee table. He pulled the chair for you.

"That's so gentlemanly of you thank you" you said as you were getting seated. He bowed his head returning your smile before disappearing into the kitchen.

Soon he came back holding the food. Your eyes lit up at the delicious sight and you sat up on your chair. Baekhyun served you and himself then sat just right in front of you.

"Thank you for the food" you said as you leaned in and extended your arm to gently squeeze his hand over the table. He lightly blushes.

"You're welcome" he said before looking down on his chest. "Oops I forgot to take the apron off." he stood up again but you stopped him.

"No keep it on... I think it suits you! It's cute" you smiled at him, he smiled and sat back down.

You proceeded to eat, during the meal Baekhyun kept quiet about your work. He knew it was better to let you eat and enjoy a peaceful evening before actually starting to ask questions. Even though it killed him not to know and he just wanted to bombard you with a thousand questions.

"Aaah... I'm so full" you said rubbing your stomach. Baekhyun cutely smiled at you, his eyes forming crescents that complimented nicely his constellation moles.

"I'm glad you liked it"

"Of course I loved it you're the best cook ever" he was embarrassed at the compliment but flattered anyway.

"Thank you" he then marked a silence and hesitantly asked. "Hmmm... y/n... so how were the negotiations?" finally he asked the question that was burning his lips. You sighed. You would have liked it if he had waited until tomorrow to ask you but on the other hand you understood his curiosity. This contract was a turning point for the company.

"Well... it was... difficult" you said simply. Baekhyun stayed silent only waiting for more details. "Yes... basically I had to cut back on a lot of things I asked... I mean they were the bigger company at the table so I didn't have much negotiation power..." Baekhyun creased his eyebrows, worried. "But I still managed to secure a good deal. So, yes, next week we will officially sign the papers" you said finally. Baekhyun bursted in a loud celebration, which took you by surprise.

"Honey! that's great! you worked so hard for this!"

"Yeah" you said unconvinced... Honestly to you it somehow felt like a small defeat since you had to cut back on so many things but at the same time you had no other choice... "I think I'm just frustrated about how it actually went down, you know?" Baekhyun took your hand in his.

"Honey... the most important thing is that even if the deal isn't the absolute best it's still good for the company and if you do a good job in the course of the next 5 years they will want to work with you again and maybe other big companies will also want to... Next target Nintendo!" He said with a huge smile, gently rubbing your hand with his thumb.

That is something you always loved about Baekhyun. After dating for so long people complain about your significant other not being surprising anymore. When truly it's the best thing about having a relationship. The person staring back at you knows you like you two share the same heart. When your mind is full and you can't seem to put your thoughts into words… you don't have to because they know you. Baekhyun knows you.

He cheers you on when you're down. Sees the positive when you are tired of restlessly hoping. He's your light. He lights up your path everywhere you go.

He was adorable, staring back at you with dark brown eyes and the cute blue apron. So so cute... that unholy ideas started to form inside your dirty mind.

"You're right" you said looking back at him. Under the table you extended your leg and started to rub your foot on his pants. Baekhyun instantly stiffened, his smile dropped. "If only there was a way that I could relax..." you smirked at him with suggestive eyes.

"M-maybe a f-foot massage?" Baekhyun asked hesitantly, he was such a cutie stuttering like this. It made your heart melt.

"Why not?" you said shrugging, acting casual.

Baekhyun took a step in your direction but you stopped him.

"No!" he stopped in his tracks. Looked him up and down, licking your lips, anticipating what was to come. "Crawl to me" you said, smirking again. Baekhyun's warm smile was nowhere to be seen. Instead, it was replaced by that soft submissive expression that you loved so much.

Without a word he got on all fours and slowly approached you, not breaking the eye contact you had. His face was slightly blushed, mixed with embarrassment and anticipation.

Once he reached you, you gently cupped his cheeks.

"Good boy" you praised him. Then you pushed back your chair and rotated on your butt to face him. You crossed your leg and presented him the foot that was hanging in the air. "Now do your thing"

Baekhyun looked up at you then he placed one hand over the heel of your shoe to support your leg the other hand behind your calf. He laid a soft kiss on your ankle and trailed his way down to stop where the shoe went over your toes. He looked up at you for further instructions.

"Lick it" you said. He didn't hesitate to stick his tongue out and lightly flick it against the shiny leather. A satisfied smile spread on your lips. He kissed the shoe again and you felt him lightly pull on the heel to take it off. You quickly lifted his chin with the pointy tip of the shoe.

"No.. Not yet" he whimpered cutely. He's so impatient. "Stand" you command. He does as he's told. "Now strip but keep the apron" he nods

He slips his hands underneath the blue apron and starts to unbutton his shirt. He then takes off one sleeve then the other one. He drops the pastel shirt to the ground. His toned arms move to mesmerize you. You bite on your bottom lip as he continues the show.

He moves on to unbuckle his belt and peels the denim off his skin. Finally he removes his boxers which he throws to the side.

He's left completely naked apart from the apron, which is tightly hugging him. The thin fabric is letting little to the imagination. You can clearly see his broad shoulders and arms who rest at his side and Baekhyun's pretty pink nipples. You let your eyes go down where you can see your boyfriend's bulge pitching a slightly twitchy tent underneath. You lick your lips thinking he's already so excited for you.

"Kiss me" you said lifting your head up slightly. Baekhyun bent down and linked his lips with yours in a heated and passionate kiss.

You untangled your fingers in his hairs, lightly pulling on it, which made him cutely whimper into your mouth. You took the opportunity to push your tongue inside his mouth and deepen the kiss, pulling harder on his hair. He let out cute muffled moans. Then finally you let go of him. He was panting, face flushed red and his hair was messy.

"Now you may remove my shoes" you uncrossed your legs and laid both your feet flat on the ground. Baekhyun hurriedly kneeled down and removed both your shoes, setting them neatly on the side. Your feet made contact with the cold tiles of the dining room. But you didn't mind at all.

"Now lick them" you commanded. Baekhyun was ready to lift your feet to his mouth but you stopped him. "No get down there and lick them from the ground" you said sternly.

Baekhyun placed both his palms on the floor and bent his arms until his cheek touched the tiles. His ass was up in the air when he started to lick your toes. The tickling sensation sent goosebumps on your body and you sighed in satisfaction, fully enjoying the power you held over him.

You then slowly lifted your foot to give him access to your soles. He never broke contact with your foot and his face followed as you lifted it, bringing him back in his initial kneeling position. When he could finally lick your sole he didn't wait for a second. He licked your foot from the heel up to the toes. Your soles were his favourite part and you knew it. You smirked when you saw him indulge himself in the moment.

"Suck my toes" you commanded again. He nodded vigorously, tightly grabbing your foot and as he opened his mouth to bring your big toe inside it. He looked back at you and a soft moan escaped your lips feeling his wet mouth around your foot. "Such a good boy" you moaned softly, your breathing getting ever so slightly quicker.

"Enough!" You say before abruptly taking back your foot. You push him on his chest which causes him to fall back on his butt and his palms flat on the tiles. In this position the tent he's pitching is very visible. And you can't wait to finally see it.

You bring your toes underneath the apron around his crotch area and with a flick of the ankle you push back the fabric over the belt.

Finally you lay eyes on his twitching and aching cock. Precum is already seeping from the slit and you can't help but to smile from ear to ear when you finally uncover it.

"Look at this... Aren't we excited?" you asked, bringing your toes to his balls. Baekhyun stiffens.

"Y-yes" he whispers, unable to take off his eyes from your feet. You lightly lift your foot to the base of his shaft and he buckles up his hips, impatient.

"No no... you have to be good, okay? Are you gonna be a good boy for me?" you coo.

"Yes!" he says excitedly, his eyes still on your foot, nearly popping out of their sockets.

"Good boy" you say before wrapping his cock with both feet and starting to pump his swollen dick. Immediately his eyes roll back as he bites his bottom lip. You pick up the pace and Baekhyun looks back at you. You normally don't go this hard right away but he's not complaining. He feels so good from the footjob.

Baekhyun's saliva really lubed up your feet and they glide easily on his precum oozing dick. You continue to harshly jerk his cock with your feet.

"Fuck... Honey... This is... Aaah... so gooddd!!" he says moaning shamelessly in between each word. He sounds so needy and whiny and most of all he looks absolutely delighted with his eyebrows deeply furrowed and his mouth hanging open.

You felt him twitch around your toes and withdraw them immediately before he can spill his juice. Baekhyun let out a disappointed whimper as the pleasure fades away. You can't help but to smirk when you see him squirm.

"Get up" you command him.

You stand up from the chair and flip the table cloth over the dirty dishes, making way for you to sit.

You take your time, taking every single piece of clothing off you, striping sensually for your boyfrined who thickly swallows as you're removing the last piece of fabric.

You set your bottom on the dark wood of the dining table and lean back over on your elbow, your knees together bent back on your chest. Baekhyun stands in front of you, his dark red cock seeping precum and twitching.

You then part your knees slowly, uncovering your glistening pink folds absolutely drenched in your juices. You're feeling incredibly aroused. Baekhyun is in awe in front of such a view. No matter how many times he's seen you, every time he still is breathless.

"Come here baby" you say as you gesture to him to come close. "Now fuck me baby" you murmur in a sultry tone.

Baekhyun can't believe his ears. Rare are the occasions when you let him fuck you. Most of the time you are on top and in control. But today he's been such a good boy you exceptionally let him be on top.

He doesn't take one more second to align himself with your lonely and aching center. Slowly he pushes himself inside you. The slip is easy as your juices coat even your inner thighs. You gasp delightfully at the sensation of him gently stretching you open.

"Fuck... Y/n...Aaaah" Baekhyun lets out a high pitched moan that wakes up the butterflies in your stomach. You love to hear his struggling moans.

"Fuck me faster" you command your boyfriend who has his eyes tight shut, trying his hardest not to bust right away.

He takes a bruising grip on your fleshy thighs and gradually he picks up the pace, waves of heat and pleasure wash over your entire body as you shamelessly moan while Baekhyun makes your breasts jump with each thrust.

"Tell me how good this feels baby" you tell him, craving more of his high pitched and needy voice. Baekhyun whimpers before answering.

"Aaah... Your pussy feels so good" he says before letting go of one of your thighs to bring your foot to his face. He buried his nose in your sole. "Fuck... aaaah... Honey" he sounds pleading, so submissive despite the fact that he's the one over you roughly pounding into you.

He gasps when he feels your walls tightening around him. He takes one of your toes in his mouth. He makes you feel so good, the way he doesn't restrain his thrusts has you gasping each time his tip kisses your cervix. Your moans and his mix in a beautiful symphony that resonates in the empty dining room.

"Baekhyun don't stop I'm gonna cum" You moan as you extend your hand to bring a little attention to your clit. With two fingers your circle your swollen and needy bud. The pleasure rises again and beads of sweat roll in between your bouncing tits.

"Fuckk... I'm cumming too" he says in one breathy moan, your toes hanging on his lips.

"Aaaah yes baby" you moan finally letting go of the knot in your stomach. Your pussy tightly clenching around Baekhyun's cock, milking it to the last drop of cum.

Baekhyun then pulls out to spread the last streams of cum on your feet, which you bring in front of his pulsing cock and point out. You feel the hot liquid coat your toes and your ankles as Baekhyun cusses and moans loudly.

He then staggers to one of the chairs and crashes on it. His cock still pulsing in his fist, chest heaving and glistening with sweat.

You look at him straight in the eyes when you bring your feet to your mouth and lick them clean. The bitter and sweet taste of Baekhyun's cum fills your mouth. You close your eyes fully enjoying it, moaning against your toes on your lips. Baekhyun looks at you being this naughty with an evil glint in the eye.

"Baby you taste so good" you whisper. Baekhyun smiles, still panting and exhausted.

"Does that mean I'll get to be on top more often?" he asks.

"Hmmm..." you bring your finger to scratch your chin, fainting to think deeply.

"No" you say with a smile. You're already off in the staircase laughing when Baekhyun grumbles and pouts cutely protesting.

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szchaql · 4 years ago

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Total Opposite (part 3)

PAUL LAHOTE X SWAN READER

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This few days, Bella tried to contact Jacob. But he never answer her call, never talk to her again. This lead Bella to finally confront him. She decided to bring (y/n) with her, she has the feeling that she need to bring her. She knock on her sister room and peeking her head. (Y/n) is sitting on her bed, reading one of the novel. "Hey, you busy?" (Y/n) look at Bella, shaking her head. "Not at all. What's wrong?"

Bella lean her body to the door frame, "i'm going to confront Jacob. Want to come?" (Y/n) nod and immediately head toward her closet to change clothes. "I'll wait downstair okay?"

As (y/n) change her clothes, her mind start to think about Paul. Will she meet him there? What should she do? But soon, she shake her head throw away the thought of Paul and quickly leave her room.

Charlie is at work, so it easier for the 2 girls to leave the house without worrying him too much. They drive to the Black household in silent, one being nervous, one pissed.

Bella quickly removing her seat belt and head toward the door, knocking it. (Y/n) hurriedly follow her sister and stand behind her. The door open and reveal Billy. "Bella? (Y/n)?"

"I want to see Jacob." Bella said. But Billy answer didn't satisfied her enough. "He's not here." Bella walk past Billy and head to Jacob room, seeing him sound asleep. (Y/n) just stand outside the house, not daring to walk inside like Bella did.

Then, the sound of someone or should we said bunch of men walking toward the house make both Bella and (y/n) look at 4 men who stand a little far from the house. Bella, being Bella, decided to confront them. (Y/n) that surprised to see her sister just walk out like that, fuming to them, decided to follow her. The 4 men is Sam, Paul, Embry, and Jared as she recall as she saw them on the beach few days ago.

"What did you do?!" Bella punch Sam angrily. "What did you do to him?!"

"What did he do?! What did we do huh? What did he tell you?!" Paul ask angrily at Bella.

"He didn't tell me anything because he scared of you." (Y/n) know, the moment Bella said that, it will the start of a fight. She knew her sister so well. She decided to stop Bella to make anymore comment.

"Bella.. come on.. stop." But Bella being Bella didn't listen, blind by her anger.

The boys laugh at her comment and result in Bella punching Paul right on his face. Suddenly Paul is shaking so bad as Sam tell them to stand back.

Bella stand back, grabing (y/n) arm, looking at shaking Paul, confused. (Y/n) look at Paul as there is something wrong with him. Why did he shaking like that?

Short moment after that, Paul change into a big massive wolf, almost hurting (y/n) if Bella didn't pull her sister fast enough. (Y/n) so shocked that she freeze, terrified at the creature in front of her. Bella try to grab her sister arm and run, as Jacob run to their way and shift into a wolf too, in the middle of air. The two wolf fight with each other, breaking Billy's old boat, and rolling to the forest.

"Hey. Take them back to Emily's place." Sam said to Jared and Embry as he himself go to the forest.

(Y/n) is so shocked at what happened, as the memories of that night in Phoenix keep haunting her. Bella immediately hug her sister tightly. "We will be fine, sis..." as Jared and embry help the 2 girls to the car and head to Emily's.

"I think we should go check if Jacob is alright." Bella said as they arrive at a wodden house.

"I hope Paul sink some teeth on him." Jared comment which Embry replied. "No way, Jake is a natural. You see as he shift in mid air like that." Jared shrug it. "Come on, Bella. We won't bite." Jared said and walk inside the house.

Bella look at (y/n), she is so pale. "(Y/n), come on... i'm here with you.. you will be fine." She tried to encourage (y/n).

"I think this is a bad idea, Bells...." (y/n) finally found her voice again. "One of them nearly killed me...." Bella hug her immediately, trying to calm her down.

"Hey.. it's okay.. we won't hurt you.. it's just an accident.. Paul will never forgive himself if he hurt you... come on.. let's get you something for calming you down..." Embry walk toward (y/n), try to assuring her. (Y/n) nod her head and get out of the car, walking slowly behing Bella.

They stop just on the door, watching Emily make food. As she turn toward the Swan sister, her face shocked them. Bella immediately swift her eyes, while (y/n) look at the floor. "Who are they?" She ask eyeing the sisters.

"Bella, who else. And her sister." Jared said, grabbing a muffin. "So, you are the vampire girl." Bella shrug. "So you are the wolf girl." Emily chuckle and nod. "Well, i'm enganged to one." She then grab a big plate full of muffin and place it on the table. "Save some for your brothers and ladies first. Muffin?"

"Sure." Bella walk toward the table and grab one. That time, Emily can see (y/n) clearly and she smile widely at her. "Hi. I'm so happy that i can finally meet you."

(Y/n) give her small smile. "Come in.. let's give you something to drink and calm you down. You look so pale." She grab (y/n) hand gently, but (y/n) yank her hand gently. Bella who see this help her sister. "Sorry, Emily.. she just witnessed something terrifying... come on, (y/n)."

Emily just smile softly as (y/n) stand close beside Bella, head down, playing with her fingers. "So, what happened?"

"Just leave it to Jacob to find a way around Sam's gag order." Emily said.

"He didn't say anything to me."

"That' a wolf thing. Alpha's order get obeyed whether we like it or not." Embry chimmed in, shuffling muffin into his mouth. "Oh and hey, we can hear each other thought."

"Would you shut up? This is a trade secret." Jared said. "These cheeks run with vampires." The word of vampire make (y/n) tense up. Bella is having a relationship with a vampire? Despite that she knows about her fear about them? Bella face turn pale. Shortly she regain her composure. "You can't run with vampire.. cause they're fast." (Y/n) can't believe her sister will be so calm talking about vampire.

Jared face shows disbelief. "Yeah? But we are faster. Freak out yet?" Bella shrug. "You are not the first monster i've seen."

"Jake's right. You are good with freaks." Sam voice coming from the door as he walk toward Emily and kiss her all over her face.

(Y/n) nudge her sister arm. "I want to go home..." she whispered. But before Bella can answer it, there show Jacob and Paul in the yard shoving each other in a playfull manner. Paul walk inside and take a seat beside Embry, while Jacob lean against the door.

Seeing Paul make (y/n) moves her body close to her sister. "Sorry." Paul said turn to look at Bella with his smirk but when caught a glimpse of his imprint, standing close to Bella make him wonder. What is her relationship with Bella? The look of fear on her face make Paul feel regret that he scaring his imprint with what happened earlier. "Hey... sorry.. i didn't mean to scared you like that.." Paul voice is so soft, shocking Bella and Emily. But (y/n) didn't give him a glance as she flinch when Paul tried to grab her hand.

"Uh, Jake.. maybe you should take (y/n) back home... there're something that i have to tell them.." bella said to Jacob as he nod, before she turn to look at her sister. "It's okay.. you know Jacob.. he won't hurt you. Go home and take a rest okay?" (Y/n) nod and leave hurriedly from a den of wolves with Jacob behind her.

As they leave, everyone turn to Bella, looling for an explanation. Bella sigh before begin to explain what happened to her sister. "She's my younger sister. She just came back here a week ago."

"She's your sister?!" Paul exclaim, shocked.

"Good luck, Paul..." Jared said, half laughing.

"What?"

"Paul imprinted on your sister." Sam said make Bella more confused. "What is an imprint? Is it a dangerous thing? She just have had enough dangerous on her life. Don't make it worse."

"No, it's not dangerous thing at all. It's a wolf version for soulmate. We look at her eyes and our focus is her only. We become everything that she needs, whether it's a protector, a lover, a friend, everything. Emily is my imprintee." Sam explain shortly about imprinting.

"What?! So you imprint on my younger sister?! Out of so many girls, you decided to imprint on her?! She finally start to have a normal life, before you imprint on her." Bella get mad at Paul.

"I can't decided who i can imprinted or not!"

"We can't do anything about it, Bella..." Sam said, trying to calm the tension.

"What exactly happened to (y/n)? She looks so terrified..." Embry ask.

Bella sigh in defeat. "Back when we used to live in Phoenix, when (y/n) was just 12, her best friend got killed by a vampire in front of her. (Y/n) herself almost got killed, before Carlisle help her. It make her traumatized around vampire.. she can't sleep well for months, and keep having a nightmare, even until now. She always got scared when seeing a red eyes... that event just change her attitude around people. She hate when many people look at her, she scared darkness, and small alley. It always make her remembered what happened that night."

Hearing the story make the boys and Emily gasp. "But you run with one!" Jared said. "I haven't tell her! Okay? I don't know how to tell her. I want to tell her that Carlisle was the one who help her that day.. I wish i never tell her about Edward and the Cullen. So she can finally live a normal life. But then he imprint on her, and she knows about werewolves." She said looking at Paul.

"Will she be okay? I mean her life just got into some dangerous one, as she is Paul's imprintee and you sister as you have relationship with vampires." Emily ask worriedly.

"I don't know.. i just have to think how to tell her slowly about this..and the vampire things.." Bella look down.

"How about let Billy or Harry tell her? Maybe having one of the elder to explain it to her will help. We can't send Paul to explain, she scared of him. We will just slowly let (y/n) know us first." Sam suggest.

"Let's have Harry tell (y/n).. she really close with the Clearwaters..." Bella said as Sam nod. "But give her time to calm down.. this was a terrifying moment for her..."

"Okay.. just tell Jacob when she's ready, okay? So i can inform Harry."

The entire time, Paul just stay silent. He felt guilty that because of him losing his temper, his imprint get scared of him and the pack. He devoted in his heart that he will work on his temper for (y/n). So he don't put her in danger when she around him.

#paul lahote x reader #paul lahote #paul lahote imagine #twilight #twilight imagine #new moon

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❥ 𝓗𝓲𝓹𝓹𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓐𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓪

𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: 𝐻𝑖𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑠! 𝐽𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑌𝑢𝑛ℎ𝑜 × 𝐴𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑎! 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 (𝐹𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑒)

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: 𝑭𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇, 𝑨𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕, 𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒚/𝑮𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒌 𝑴𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒚 𝑨𝑼

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 11.2𝑲

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝑴𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉, 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒆𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒊𝒐𝒏.

“𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝐼 𝑤𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑓 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑡ℎ 𝑓𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟….

𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼'𝑚 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑤𝑎𝑟.”- 𝑈𝑛𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑛

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The young woman panted softly, her soft [insert color] locks flowing behind her head, as free and wild as she was. Although her body was already aching and desperately crying out for her to stop, she pushed on even further. Her legs continued running, she felt an intense burn rip through them but she didn't care at all. Her gaze was fixed on the orchid tree just a few meters in front of her, the object she used as her finishing line. With a loud grunt she pressed herself forward, nearly loosing her footing but eventually touching the trunk of it. Raspy breaths came out of her mouth, she inhaled and exhaled deeply, nonetheless a satisfied smile was spread across her countenance, proud that she didn't give up this time, that she was able to break past her limit and endure much more.

Dusting the dirt off her tunic, she picked up her container of water, quickly taking a long gulp from it before starting her journey back home. The sun was already starting to set and would probably have completely gone down by the time she got back, but she didn't mind. She felt satisfaction knowing she did something useful and that would maybe benefit her in the future. Standing in front of the tall gated doors, the guards posted at each end took one look at her before bowing their heads to her in respect. The doors were immediately opened and she stepped inside into a grandiose hall of the palace. Red and gold silk drapes were hung on each of the windows that allowed one to look out into the courtyard which was most commonly used by the royal women to walk about and chatter while their husbands were inside discussing political affairs or training out in the sparring hall. She could probably guess that her father was probably in his study room, pouring over documents, studying them intently and making sure they were all correct.

As she was making her way towards her room, she heard the sound of tiny giggling and high pitched voices rounding the corner she was just about to take. One of the girls stumbled into her as she was not paying attention to what was ahead of her, instead busy chatting with her friend next to her. But she wasn't surprised, after all, she knew her cousin Ariadne better than anyone else, never watching where she was going.

"Oh! Y/N. Didn't see you there." She gave her usual apology she did to almost anyone she crossed paths with that resulted in disaster.

Her friend next to her properly bowed to Y/N. Just cause she was privileged enough to be friends with the princess' cousin and member of the royal family, it did not mean they were equal in any way or form.

"You really should look ahead of you sometimes."

Y/N walked past both of them to go to her bed chamber, not missing at all the strange glances both girls gave her nor was blind to the way they peered at her athlete tunic as if they were horrified at what they saw. Y/N was used to it by now, she had accepted a long time ago that she was vastly different from all the girls her age in Greece.

For starters, not only was she the princess but she was the only heir her father had. Although her father was disappointed at never acquiring a male heir, especially after the death of his beloved wife, he decided to make the best of his situation, in this case, it meant preparing his daughter and having her properly educated in governmental affairs and politics, even against the advice of all his council men.

"My daughter will be able to do anything a male can do and better!" He always stated, and he was always proud to show his prized possession off.

He especially loved to boast about one thing in particular: her athleticism. Ever since she was young, she had already demonstrated an incredible strength and agility that immediately put her to be trained alongside other boys her age or older in the academy for future athletes. Her specialty was running, and she truly did love it. The rush flowing through her body, the pumping of her heartbeat, it was all worth it. She never cared that court officials would look at her weird or the ladies of the palace, including her own relatives, would often scoff or sneer at her rather 'unfeminine' appearance. That didn't matter to her at all.

"I am Y/N, I am me, and I'm happy of who I am."

She repeated what she often said in front of her mirror every night like a ritual before going to bed, her limbs exhausted after the long hours of training she put herself through. She did not actually have to train, it's not like she could actually compete in any Olympics or games the country held every year. But she kept pushing forward, knowing one day she'd have a reason to be running, she did not know what it was, but she could feel it.

Something big was going to come.

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"Too slow shortie."

Y/N grunted when her arch rival swiftly passed her on the track, a smug smile tugged on the corners of his lips. Wanting a take the smirk off, she pushed herself forward, wanting to catch up to him. She was a mere arm span away from him, which actually surprised him. She thrusted herself forward, but her ankle accidentally bent sideways, causing her to lose her balance and fall onto the floor. The golden haired man in front of her couldn't help himself as he stopped running and actually doubled over in laughter.

"Stop it Leon." She glared at him before inspecting her ankle to make sure there wasn't any serious damage to it.

"Or what? Will you ask your father to behead me?" He continued his teasing.

Not wanting to hear his annoying voice anymore, she quickly stood up and decided to just go find somewhere else to run instead of the track field. As she was leaving, Leon called out to her.

"Just give up Y/N! I'm the best runner in all of Greece! You'll never be able to beat me."

Y/N halted her steps, whipping her head towards him. He snickered at her attempt to intimidate him.

"What? Do you really believe you can beat me at least once?"

Y/N walked back over to him, looking up at him straight in the face.

"I don't believe. I will beat you one day and will make you regret all your words." She flashed him an icy smile.

"The day you beat me in a race is the day I'll die. I'll never allow myself to lose to a girl. " He firmly said.

Y/N lifted her hand up, unable to resist the urge to swing at him just once, but unfortunately a voice called out to her before she could even make contact with Leon.

"Y/N. You're needed back at the palace." The voice of her mentor and trainer, Milos, was sent to fetch her.

"Better run along now princess. It's time for your embroidery lessons." Leon winked at her before resuming his morning run.

Y/N angrily made her way to her mentor, who as usual had a small smile on his face.

"Morning to you my lady." He greeted her, extending a towel out to her

"Oh shut up. You distracted me from giving him a proper beating." She huffed as she yanked the towel away from him and draped it across her shoulders.

Milos let out a soft chuckle as he accompanied her back into the palace, leading her straight into her father's study room. Her father immediately stood up when he saw her.

"My beautiful daughter." He embraced her tightly, placing a kiss on her forehead.

Looking at her disheveled hair, glowing skin and red cheeks, he could guess where she had been.

"Did you have a good run today?" He was always curious about her progress.

Y/N immediately nodded.

"Good. Good."

Her father looked back at Milos before gesturing for him to allow them privacy. Once they were alone, her father suddenly got a grim look on his face.

"Y/N .....there has been much tension in these past council meetings."

Y/N guessed there was probably trouble. For the past month, her father refused to let any word slip out from his lips to her, which was unusual since he'd tell her all about them and sometimes even allowed her to join in on some of them so she could gain experience. Was she finally going to know what was going on?

Her father took her hands in his own.

"We have to talk about the future of the kingdom..."

Y/N felt a slight pang of fear as he said that. She always thought that the day they had the conversations she'd be thrilled, but deep down she knew there was something else going on.

"I tried, for years I've tried so hard to convince them to accept you as my heir, to allow you to rule our kingdom, put their faith in you as I have in you.."

Her heart was warmed everytime her father reassured his pride and confidence in trusting an entire kingdom to her.

"But they're not as open to the idea as I am. .... I fear it could turn into a civil war."

They both stood silent and grim. A civil war would be extremely devastating for the country, not to mention that it could last for years, innocent people would be slaughtered and the country could be divided by the end of it. Y/N understood the severity of it.

"So what am I to do?"

Although Y/N was ready to accept whatever her father asked of her, she was not prepared for what he said next.

"Y/N it's time for you to get married."

Her heart dropped at his words. Her hand went behind her body, steadying on the table behind her so she wouldn't fall. She took a deep breath just as she learned to do to calm her panic before a race. Only this time it didn't seem to work.

"Y/N, I promise it won't be that bad."

But that wasn't very reassuring. Y/N knew what it would implicate. She'd have to be behing someone for the rest of her life, be forced to live an idle life where she'd just sit there, look pretty and bear as many children as she could.....

She'd have to give up running.

"No! I can't do that!" She shook her head, unwilling to follow through what was expected of her.

Of course her father expected this reaction from her.

"Y/N please try to understand my position. It must be this way. There is no alternative."

Not wanting to listen to his words anymore, Y/N rushed out of the room, heading straight over to her room. Locking the door behind her, she flopped onto her bed, burying her face into one of her pillows so it could muffle the screams she was releasing.

She just couldn't allow this to happen.

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"You're acting as if you're being sold off into slavery." Milos told her during her philosophy lesson.

Y/N looked up from her book, scowling at the middle aged man in front of her.

"You wouldn't understand cause you're a man."

He frowned slightly at her words but ultimately decided not to take it personal. He understood that this was a rather difficult position for her, something she never really wanted.

"Do you wish to suspend our lesson for today then?" He offered.

"And do what?" She groaned as her fingers massaged the sides of her head.

Not missing an opportunity to poke fun at his pupil, he taunted her.

"I could teach you how to crochet a nice tablecloth."

Y/N picked up her book and held it over her head, making a gesture as if she was going to throw it at him.

"I see you've already forgotten the proper way technique for shot put."

She quickly put the book down.

"It doesn't matter. None of it will matter after all. I'm destined to become a royal baby maker while my future husband rules over the empire my father and his ancestors worked so hard to build." Y/N couldn't help but lament over her situation.

"Cheer up child. There's got to be some good thing in this whole business. And if there isn't, well then....make something good out of it."

She shook her head.

"Not even all the marriage proposals that have come from other royal families seem to appease the advisors or council men. What? Do they not want to sort through papers and decide which candidate is the best option?"

"The problem with so many proposals is that it could cause dissension within the nation. You see, they can't pick one person or the other without offending all the ones that were turned down, which would cause us to loose allies and gain enemies. So of course it'll be a matter of great worry to them." Milos explained as he began rolling up the scrolls on the table.

Y/N's head started to pound against her skull as she thought about all the inconveniences her getting married would bring.

"Then why not just let me remain single? Besides, unlike all the other girls in the kingdom, I was never taught to embroider, sew, dance, play an instrument and much less style myself in the elegant and feminine fashions. It's not like I have anything to offer all these men except my throne, which should rightly belong to only me..."

Although she whispered that last part, Milos heard her very clearly. He too found it unfair that Y/N had to be stripped away from her rightful claim on the throne only due to the fact that she was born with an unfortunate yet lovely pair of breasts. He wished to find a way to comfort her. Having seen her grow up, he had become rather fond of her and almost thought of her as his own child, after all, he was the one mostly responsible for her upbringing and education. It pained him so to watch her grief and felt in utter despair that there was nothing he could do to change the destiny she was expected to lead.

Until an idea popped in his head.

"Y/N. What if you propose to marry on your own terms?"

Lifting her gaze up, she raised an eyebrow.

"Do tell me what'd those terms would be, because honestly, anything I suggest would fall on deaf ears."

Taking small steps until he stood right next to her chair, Milos placed a gentle hand on her shoulder.

"What about suggesting a race?"

Seeing the mischievous twinkle in his eye, now her curiosity was peaked.

"Think about it Y/N: you have all these marriage proposals lined up and they must decide on only one. Why not give yourself to the man that can outrun you? It would not only appeal to the public for entertainment, and would be a fair way to settle on a match, but it would buy you time as well. After all, how many men in all of Greece could actually outrun our dear Atalanta?"

She felt a surge of encouragement and hope after he not only found a momentary solution, but she enjoyed being called by her athlete name that he had given her long ago. Unable to contain her joy, she sprung up from her chair and embraced the man in front of her.

"Thank you Milos! Thank you thank you thank you." She squealed.

"All right all right child! No need to strangle me for it. Why don't you run along and tell your father? I'm sure he'd be pleased with the idea just as much as you."

Heeding his advice, Y/N swiftly exited the room, a stack of papers falling behind her and onto the floor from how fast she sped past them. Milos could only chuckle as he bent down to pick them up.

"A truly extraordinary girl."

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The crowd were already all in an uproar of enthusiasm at King Iasus' words that echoed throughout the entire stadium.

"My fellow and loyal people. As you all know, my daughter, the precious gem in all of Arcadia, is finally of age and must of course, like all women in our beloved country, be married to an excellent suitor that must be worthy of her."

Resisting the urge to slump back in the chair, Y/N straightened her posture and kept her hands folded on her lap as she tried to calm her nerves. It wasn't the first time she had accompanied her father to admonish the people, but it was the first time she felt uncomfortable with her attire. All her life she had either stuck to the short athletes tunics she owned, or if her father absolutely insisted on her wearing something below her knees, she'd just wear a loose and plain beige or brown tunic. Now she was wearing an emerald green dress with golden lining on the hems, a similar colored sash was draped across her chest that was pinned to the butterfly style sleeves with large gold pins that had jade crystals adorned on the edges. Her female attendants had spent the majority of the morning crimping her hair into loose curls that were then styled in an elegant half updo, secured with a flower shaped pins that were sticking into her head in the most uncomfortable way. She felt so out of place and in her head she could already imagine all the people that were mocking or laughing at her appearance. She hardly focused on the words her father was saying until he reached the part that really interested her.

"After much discussion, we have concluded that the best way to decided is by means of a race."

A collective gasp resonated through the Colosseum, many heads turning to the one next to them, no doubt asking if they heard correctly.

"Yes it is true. Princess Atalanta, and my kingdom, will be given to the man that can outrun her in a race. Not only is this a perfect way to be fair, but it would provide much enthusiasm and joy for my dear subjects."

An applause that started small soon turned into a thunderous roar of hands clapping in approval for their king's speech. Y/N was beaming, she couldn't contain the smile on her face. It seemed as though everything was playing out perfectly for her. Once it was seen that no man could outrun her, they'd have no choice but to name her their rightful heir.

"And........" Her father paused for a dramatic effect.

"I'm happy to let you know that the first race will actually be held in one month's time."

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows at that. So soon? No one had told her about that part. The crowd was already hooked, waiting to hear more details on the matter.

"Our first competitor has actually presented himself already and it is none other than our prized champion, Leon of Mantinea!"

The applause and cheers of the crowd suddenly went silent in Y/N's ears. All she could hear now was her labored breathing and the thumping of her heart. She felt it difficult to breathe, as if she had suddenly sprinted out running without properly preparing and her body was now desperately begging for air. Her head began spinning, her vision becoming blurry as she could no longer distinguish any but one face in the entire crowd...

Leon, who was actually looking straight at her with a triumphant smirk that nearly had her doubling over, threatening to make her vomit her breakfast that she had a couple hours ago. For the first time in her life, she felt a tremendous fear that she had not felt anytime else.

As soon as the ceremony was over, she was dashing out of the stadium, nearly tripping on the long train of her damned dress. It clung so tightly on her waist and hips that no matter how hard she tried, it can nearly impossible to run in it.

"Don't you look lovely for once."

She recognized that tone of mockery before even turning to see the face it belonged to. She just tried so keep walking, not wanting to have Leon stare down at her when she was in such an agitated state, unfortunately for her, within seconds he was already in front of her, blocking her path of escape.

"Move aside Leon." She ordered in a harsh tone, but it did nothing to deter him.

"Are you asking me as the princess or as a runner?" He sneered at her.

"I'm not in the mood to hear any bullshit that'll come out of your mouth."

She tried pushing past him, but he grabbed her arm, forcing her to stay put as he looked deep in her eyes.

"Get used to the idea that you'll be hearing my sweet voice every day after our race. When you wake up next to me and when you lie down next to me..."

He couldn't help himself as his eyes raked her body up and down, making Y/N cringe at the filthy thoughts that were swirling inside his evil little mind.

"You can't outrun your destiny Atalanta, and you most certainly can't outrun me. So in the end, you're going to become my bride...."

She let out a soft grunt when he pulled her closer against him, their chests practically touching as his breath hovered above her lips.

"And I'm going to become the next king."

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"You're pushing yourself too hard Atalanta, slow down."

Milos words fell on dear ears as Y/N only picked up her speed, pushing forward until she was a few meters away from the finish line, but her legs went limp from exhaustion at having ran nonstop for the past 2 hours. Y/N squatted down, hands clutching her chest as she tried to regain her breathing. Milos shook his head at her state. Walking up to her with a jug of water, he gently poured some of the cold water onto her back and head.

Can't...slow down....must...win-" Y/N coughed slightly, unable to form any more words.

"You're pushing yourself too much and with all this stress you're enduring, it'll only serve to weigh you down even further at the actual race."

Helping to her to her feet, he extended the jug out to her so that she won't get dehydrated from lack of water. Hastily, Y/N gulped the water down, some of it trickling down her chin and neck. Against her will, she allowed Milos to guide her to a nearby stone bench for her to sit on. She looked at the ground, not wanting to say anything. Milos was the first one to speak up.

"Forgive me for asking this, but have you ever actually beaten Leon in a match?"

Y/N thought long and hard before answering.

"Once...almost."

He shook his head.

"Almost will make you a bride. That's the reality you must accept."

"I don't want to talk about reality or accepting it. I just need to practice harder. I only have a month to train."

She got up, ready to start running her laps again, but Milos stopped her.

"Y/N....the month for training wasn't for Leon...it was for you and it wasn't so you could run..."

When he paused longer than she liked, she gestured for him to speak up.

"It's to train you to become a wife. Learn to behave as a women and learn all the proper things a lady must learn."

No sooner he finished his sentence, she turned, already sauntering off into the field, quickly gaining momentum as she began running away, back to the flower fields she so often visited and ran off to.

"Y/N! Be reasonable! You cannot run from this forever!"

But that was exactly what she was planning to do, even if it costed her everything.

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On the morning of the race, she was astonished by the amount of people that had come to watch. People pushed against the barriers intended to keep them off the track, wanting to get a better look at the runners. Milos shook his head at how ferocious the people could get.

"All they ever care about is a good spectacle..no matter how tragic it can end."

Y/N turned her face at his words.

"Thank you for reminding me that you have no faith in me."

Milos was about to speak up and say that he didn't mean it for her, but remembering that he was forbidden from telling her anything, he just kept quiet and silently prayed it would all be over soon. When Leon finally showed up, everyone began cheering, already convinced that he would end up winning and becoming their new king. None of them noticed that he had lost a bit of muscle, his face looked somewhat thinner than usual and it seemed he and his friends had done an early celebration the night before which could explain why he wobbled at times.

Y/N most definitely didn't notice, her nerves shooting up and down as she tried to mentally brace herself for the race that would ultimately decide her future. Thankfully, her trusted mentor escorted her to the starting line, patting her shoulders occasionally.

"Remember all that I've taught you. Stand up straight and don't look scared. Don't let them see your fear. Walk with dignity, even if you're trembling on the inside."

After muttering a small hymn, Milos finally retreated back to watch and monitor the race. Leon took his place next to her, wearing that daily smirk he always had. As she crouched at the start, Y/N closed her eyes and did the first thing she was taught: drown out all distractions, and only look ahead of you. Her nostrils were filled with the scent of the sun baked dust underneath her feet. She waited for the horn to signal the start. Once it blared all over, she immediately opened her eyes and sprinted forward. Her start was rather well, but her opponents was even better as he sprinted with full speed ahead of her. Y/N was tempted to increase her speed, but then Milos words came into her head:

"Don't waste all your energy at the start. Save it for the end. Let your opponent tire themselves out first, then you can use that reserved energy to quickly bypass them and defeat them."

Y/N decided to follow through on that, essentially since they had to run 3 laps around the track. She watched as Leon quickly made it to the turning post, his eyes mocking her when he went past her. Y/N had an advantage at the post, due to the fact she was lighter, she could easily reverse in direction and pick up seconds into her time. Soon enough, the gap between them both narrowed, and the crowd was now adamantly watching to see what the outcome would be. Noticing that her rival seemed to be slowing down after starting the second lap, Y/N viewed it as an opportunity and began to slowly increase her speed, holding back the urge to go at her full potential. Almost by the end of the second lap, she was already running next to Leon, who upon seeing her, had a panicked look on his face. When they both rounded the final post, Y/N swiftly got ahead of him.

Now the crowd became extremely quiet, not knowing exactly how this race was going to end. Sensing that he needed to do something, Leon sped past Y/N, although his steps were somewhat wobbly. Y/N decided this was it, pushing past her comfort zone and tired state, she ran even faster, somehow not feeling any pain. Instead her body seemed to move by itself, adjusting and keeping its balance.

She passed Leon, and the crowd let out a gasp. He tried to push even further, but found he had no energy left. His breaths came in pained groans as he lost his footing and stumbled forward onto the track, unconsciously helping propell Y/N across the finish line.

As Y/N panted, she realized she had won. Although she wanted to smile, she could feel that something was off about her victory, especially given the fact that the crowd was not cheering and instead had looks of pain and anguish in their countenances. And even more puzzling was the fact that Milos didn't come to support her, as it was customary for the trainers to do for the winners. No one approached her. Instead two guards came over, but not to her, instead they helped Leon to his feet. His face looked disdained and his eyes now looked lifeless as he stared at the ground in shame.

Her father came forward in the royal box, a serious look on his face.

"What's going on?" She asked Milos when he finally came up to her, his arms placing themselves around her, not in a comforting or congratulating way, but instead, it felt as if he was trying to confine her, keep her from moving or running.

"You all who have gathered here know very well the conditions that were made for the race. It was a race to marriage..."

Milos tightened his grip on Y/N, serving to worry her even more.

"Or to death."

When she heard those words, she whipped her head to Milos.

"Wait! What does he mean-"

She had no time to ask as she witnessed in horror as one of the guards held Leon in place while the other drew his sword out.

"No! No!"

Y/N struggled to get free from her trainer's arms, but he held onto her that she had no opportunity to move.

She watched helplessly as Leon was slain right before her eyes, his blood pouring out into the sand. ...

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Y/N stormed into her room, Milos trailing right behind her.

"Y/N-"

"Why didn't you tell me?!" She accused him.

He sighed.

"I was forbidden from letting you know about that. Your father knew you would have never raced had you known about the death penalty."

"Of course I wouldn't! I hated Leon but I never wished for him to die! Why would my father make up that condition?" Her arms flailed all over the air in frustration.

"Leon himself suggested it..."

Y/N couldn't believe his words.

"No...why would-"

"Think of his upbringing Y/N. He was the prized champion runner in all Arcadia. It was a matter of pride. How could he have lived with the fact he was beaten in a race by a girl? He would have much rather died than live with that shame."

Recalling what he once said to her, Y/N slumped into her chair, elbows resting on her knees as her hands supported her head.

"Leon....why would you do that...stupid stupid boy.."

Wanting to comfort her, but knowing she'd reject his touch, Milos decided to leave her alone.

"Just so you know, there's already 3 more competitors lined up to race against you. The conditions still apply to them."

"I won't do it. I refuse to race against them and send them to their deaths." Y/N adamantly refused, she would not be deterred from her resolution.

"You have no say in this matter anymore Y/N....

You're a woman and you do not dictate conditions." He said before shutting the door behind him.

Y/N felt the rage coursing through her veins. She hated being reminded that she had no power, that she'd forever be chained to obey as all men ordered her to. She was angry at everyone. Her father, Milos, Leon, the advisors, the people who watched a man get murdered just for entertainment, it was all sickening and most of all, she was angry at herself. Angry that she could do nothing about it, and even more furious at the suitors who still decided to run against her, knowing fully well there'd be no chance of outrunning her.

She stood up and walked over to her mirror. This time, she did not repeat her usual chant. Instead, she said a different thing.

"If I must keep running away from my destiny, so be it...."

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In less than 2 months, Y/N had raced against 9 other competitors, all slain at the end of each race. She no longer shrinked back in fear, she had gotten so used to seeing them die before her eyes, she felt as if she was just like their lifeless bodies on the ground. The crowds seemed to enjoy it though. It had seemed to be now a killing fest rather than a race, and she was tired of it.

That's why she had now retreated into the top of one of the hills a few miles away from the palace. She sat by an apple tree, looking out at the sun that was starting to set. Hues of red, orange, yellow and pinks adorned the sky and at the very top, she could already see a few stars peeking out, ready to shine brightly once night set in. No sound was heard except the occasional chirping of a bird passing by or her deep sorrow filled sighs that would often escape her lips. She began to see no point in this. No one even called her by her birth name anymore, instead, everyone could only talk about the female runner Atalanta, even forgetting that she was the princess and these races were not for amusement or placing useless bets. It was to decide her future, which up to now seemed like it'd be filled with severed heads and split throats. Resting her head on her arms, she closed her eyes.

"It's too beautiful a day to be looking so sad don't you think?"

She jumped to her feet, startled by the voice that spoke behind her. Looking up, she felt astonished when she saw the most beautiful and tall man she had ever seen in her life. His skin was fair and perfectly unblemished, his hair was as dark as a raven's feathers, his eyes very large and dazzled as if they were a pair of rare and exotic gems, but the most captivating feature on him had to be his smile that seemed to radiate warmth and sunshine. He definitely wasn't from there or any other province nearby. He had a beauty that screamed he was from the northern countries.

"I'm sorry if I scared you. Forgive me, it was definitely not my intention." He bowed in an apologetic form, arm crossed over his stomach as he did so.

"I'm Yunho by the way, Yunho from Thessaly."

She debated whether to reveal her identity or not, especially to a stranger from the North.

"I'm Y/N." She opted for the safer choice, refusing to utter the name that would no doubt reveal who she really was.

Tilting his head to the side, he gave her a curious gaze.

"Y/N.....? Pretty name."

She blushed slightly at his words. Noticing the small pouch he was carrying, she pointed at it.

"Are you traveling here on foot?"

He seemed a little caught off guard but nonetheless didn't loose his enthusiasm.

"Kinda, not really. I left my horse back at the inn and decided to go explore these beautiful fields and mountains....."

He looked back at her, unable to suppress a smile.

"And the scenery definitely wasn't disappointing."

Y/N smoothed out the fabric of her tunic as she cleared her throat.

"Do tell me, what brings someone like you all the way to Arcadia?"

Yunho's friendly smile turned into a more mischievous one.

"Well I'm actually here on a little personal mission. You see, there's been a rumor that reached Thessaly saying how there's a young princess here who has offered herself and her kingdom in marriage to the man who can outrun her in a race. If he loses, he must be put to death. Supposedly her name is Atalanta."

Her heart stopped for a moment. She dreaded the topic and she was even more scared to think that this handsome man might actually ask to race against her.

"I came to find out if the rumor is true. Have you heard of her?"

Y/N nodded her head, which seemed to delight Yunho.

"Then is it all true?!"

"No! It's not true! She didn't offer herself and none of it was her idea. The first challenger was the one who proposed the idea of death be given to the loser.."

Yunho stayed very quiet as he heard her speak, studying her profile intently. Feeling somewhat embarrased that she spoke too much, she decided to fix it.

"I mean....everyone around here knows that."

Yunho nodded his head, but he still kept his gaze on the woman in front of him. His eyes looked her up and down in an unusual way, as if trying to figure something out.

"With such high stakes it really makes one wonder why the runners keep trying for her? If no one has even come close to beating her, why risk their lives for it?"

It was the exact question she had asked herself a million times yet could find no reasonable explanation. All she could do was look at the green grass underneath her, her foot swaying around occasionally. She failed to notice the fond and loving look Yunho was giving her.

"She must be very beautiful."

Her head jerked up at his words, a satisfied smile on his face.

"I see no other reason. She must be extremely beautiful if athletes from all over are risking their lives to just to have her hand in marriage."

"Or maybe they don't believe they'll lose to a girl... it's foolish really."

Yunho frowned slightly before nodding.

"I agree with you on that part. It's foolish indeed to risk their lives over a race or a woman."

Picking out a leaf from one of the branches above him, he studied it carefully before letting it fall to the ground.

"Life is too precious to be gambled away like that. The gods gave us the gift of life for a reason. It's truly ungrateful to repay their kindness in such a way."

Y/N felt a wave of relief when he said that. At least she wouldn't have to worry about racing him at all.

"Either way, I'd like to observe just one race while I'm here. I'm very curious to see just how fast she is..."

He paused as he scanned Y/N's face, which was now more illuminated by the ray of light peeking out from the mountain behind them.

"And to see what is it about her that make men so crazy."

Feeling a breeze pass by her, she remembered it was getting late and she had to be back in the palace before it got dark.

"I have to go home now. I hope you enjoy your stay here."

She quickly brushed past him and Yunho couldn't help but watch her as she left.

"Goodbye Y/N!" He waved at her, which she happily returned before walking away.

Y/N waited until she felt he was no longer watching her to finally let loose and run straight back to the palace, but he did notice. He also didn't fail to notice that not only was she wearing a rather short tunic that showed off her rather toned and muscly legs, but the tunic was made of the most fine linen there was available. Chuckling to himself he began his own walk down the hill.

"I think I know now..."

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Walking into the library where she was scheduled for her morning studies, she was puzzled as to why Milos wasn't there but instead left a note telling her she was to go see her father in the track field. She suddenly felt uneasy.

'What if he decided to cancel the races?' 'What if he had to tell her some bad news?'

Her mind kept thinking about all the endless scenarios that could possibly happen, but the reality was something she definitely did not expect. She saw her father talking to someone, she couldn't quite make out who it was since the person had his back to her. When her father caught glimpse of her, his face shone brightly.

"Ahhh there is my treasured jewel! Atalanta, sweetheart. Come meet Prince Hippomenes. He's visiting us from Thessaly."

When he finally turned around, she was shocked to see none other than Yunho in front of her, still donning that cursed smile on his face. He didn't seem surprised at all when he saw her, his look was more on the amusing side.

"Pleasure to meet the most talked about princess in the land."

She had no time to react and frankly, did not know how to react when he suddenly took a hold of her hand and placed a kiss on the top of it, his eyes looking straight at her as he did, even sending a subtle wink to her that made her legs feel weak as if she had just run a 10 kilometer race.

"I was hoping to meet you. My father, mother, siblings and frankly, all Thessaly have been wanting to know about you, so I offered myself to come meet you."

Y/N still made no move to talk, frankly she was kind of upset at him. Noticing the tense air, her father knew he needed to suggest something quick.

"My dear, why not give our guest a tour of the track and tell him all about the races you've run? I have to go talk to the council about some commercial business that can't be held off much longer."

Kissing his daughter's cheek, he excused himself and left the two familiar strangers alone. She crossed her arms, now fully glaring at the male in front of her, who was confused at her cold treatment.

"What?" He asked .

"You lied to me!"

He held up a hand at her accusation.

"Actually, I did not lie. My birth name is indeed Yunho, but obviously my royal name is a different story. And I did come here to learn about the great fame you made for yourself."

Unable to help himself, he suddenly leaned in, his tall figure looming over hers as he smirked at her.

"And truthfully, do you have any room to talk? You concealed your identity just as I did."

She wanted to say something back but knew it was pointless since he was right.

"When did you find out?" She had to know.

"Last night. You're not very good at hiding things you know."

She frowned and was considering walking away, but Yunho seemed determined not to let her go just yet.

"So.....this is where your story unfolds.."

He looked around at the track, observing every square inch of it, his feet kicking softly at the dirt underneath him.

"Yeah....."

He noticed the sad look as she gazed at a specific corner in the field, her eyes seeming to be somewhere else instead of there. Yunho could only guess what she was thinking of. Not caring if it was improper, he placed his hands on the top of her shoulders, lightly rubbing the sides of them.

"You know....it's not your fault. You have your race to run.....and they had theirs."

He fought back the urge to wrap his arms around her waist and pull her against his chest. Y/N felt slightly comforted by his words, but nonetheless couldn't shake the guilt off.

"Maybe it would have been better if I was born a male. I often wish I had been born one."

Yunho shifted awkwardly behind her, but kept a small smile as he whispered in her ear.

"Then I guess I have much to be thankful for. I happen to like your present form very much."

He cleared his throat when she whipped around to face him, suddenly feeling embarrased for his bold words, while she, never been accustomed to men talking complimenting her or talking to her like that.

"Please excuse me.."

Just like the first time they met, she quickly left him standing there, confused and disappointed that their meeting was short.

"I'll see you at the race!"

Either she didn't hear him or purposefully ignored him, but Yunho didn't have it in him to give up.

"I'll be cheering for you, Y/N!"

Briefly, she halted her steps, her head tilting slightly before resuming to walk away once more.

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The runners ran neck to neck. Y/N felt as if her lungs were being ripped out of her body. This guy proved more of a challenge than Leon ever did, even before the infamous race to death. They were only a few meters away from the finishing line. She felt herself growing weak, her pulse ringing in her ears, her brain thumping against her skull. She tried not to look at her opponent, knowing it'd only serve to distract her and make her loose focus.

Yunho sat next to the other nobles in the very front row, watching with excitement and anxiousness as it almost got to the end.

"Come on Y/N....you can do it."

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed her opponent was suddenly going ahead of her by a few inches. Soon enough, his foot would cross the finish line first.

No!!!

Not knowing from where the last burst of energy came from, Y/N pushed her body forward, tumbling forward, but eventually passing through the finishing line first. She fell onto the floor, her elbow and knee scraping against the sandy dirt, but it was nothing compared to the pain she felt in her chest. She heard the crowd roar in applause and cheer for her once again, but she could not join in on the victory. She felt Milos help her to her feet, but once she stood up, her head began spinning, her legs wobbling as if she was a newborn calf learning to walk.

"Y/N? Are you ok?"

She heard her trainer ask, but she couldn't speak, her breathing raspy and hoarse.

"I'm-I'm-"

The crowd gasped and several women began screaming when their beloved runner fell once again to the ground, unconscious and not moving. Not knowing what came over him, Yunho jumped up from his seat and ran over to her, not caring about anyone else.

"Y/N? Y/N?"

He placed a hand across her face, feeling the temperature on her forehead before taking her wrist to check her pulse. Knowing he couldn't waste any time, he effortlessly picked her up and looked over at Milos.

"Have her room ready, bring a basin of cold water in it and make sure all the windows are open."

They wasted no time in heeding his directions. Carefully, he placed Y/N on her soft bed. Grabbing a towel, he soaked it in the icy water before placing it on her forehead. He checked her pulse every now and then, satisfied when it seemed to be returning to a normal pace and freaking out when it suddenly became too low.

"Come on Y/N...don't give up on me. You've fought this long in your life....don't stop now."

Yunho refused any help, not caring that he spent hours by her side, making sure her body stayed cool. He wiped the sweat off his own forehead, exhausted but not wanting to leave her side until he was sure she'd be all right. It was late into the night when his eyes began to close slowly, feeling drowsy after not eating and being agitated for so long. He didn't know exactly when he his head fell on her lap, sleep overtaking him, one hand clutching desperately onto hers.

That's how Y/N awoke to find him. She felt so bad seeing him bent over in such an uncomfortable position, his hair tussled out and his hand still holding onto hers. She felt her heart flutter at the sight. Reaching her hand out, she moved a few of the front part of his hair away, admiring his beautiful features. Feeling her stir, Yunho opened his eyes to find her looking at him, the sunlight making her features look ethereal and almost heavenly.

"Gods in Olympus have mercy on me..." He mumbled softly as he sat up, stretching his arms out and yawning softly.

"What happened?" Y/N asked.

"It seems you got struck by heat stroke which combined with over exerting yourself, you fainted for quiet some time."

Y/N fell back onto her pillow, her hands covering her face.

"How embarrassing! And the entire city saw!"

"Frightening is the word I'd use. They were all worried about you."

Standing up, he sat on the space of the bed next to her and removed her hands away from her face, his eyes boring deep in her soul.

"And frankly I was terrified about anything happening to you..."

Y/N widened her eyes when she saw his face come close to hers, his eyes fixated on her lips. She closed her eyes and turned her face to the side before he could come any closer. Sighing defeatedly, Yunho let go of her hands and pulled away.

"Please take care of yourself. I don't want anything to happen to you."

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Y/N stormed out of her room, not caring about the the fact she still had to stay in bed, muting the worried voices of her female servants. She asked around until she finally found out where Yunho was and quickly walked as fast as she could to the main courtyard. It took her quite a while to find him, but eventually she saw his tall silhouette admiring some of the sunflowers that were growing in the palace gardens. Fuming, she walked over to him, her feet stomping so hard on the ground that he heard her coming before he saw her. He seemed delighted to see her.

"Afternoon Y/N! Lovely to see you-"

"You can't race against me!" She shouted at him.

He stepped back at her harsh tone, but didn't seem surprised at her reaction.

"So I take it they told you about that." An apologetic smile formed across his lips.

"You can't do this. Take it back!" She demanded, but Yunho wasn't going to budge.

"I can't and I won't Y/N. I have to do this."

"But why?! You yourself said the men who risked their lived for a race were foolish and stupid! So why are you now doing the exact same thing?!"

Yunho ran a hand through his hair, letting out a puff of air as he tried to collect his thoughts.

"You're right about that and I truly still believe they were foolish for risking their lives for a race or even a kingdom..."

He paused as he looked at her before finishing his last sentence.

"But then after meeting you, seeing you.....I understand why they'd be willing to risk their lives just to have you."

Y/N felt a lump get stuck in her throat. She was afraid. Afraid of the way he was looking at her with such admiration and devotion, afraid of actually having to race him, and most of all, afraid of her own growing feelings for him.

"You know you still have a chance. Get out of this while you still can. Once I step foot on that track, I don't have control over myself and I won't let you win." She admonished him.

He merely shrugged.

"Don't go easy on me. Use your full speed."

"Oh my god! Are you even listening to yourself?! You have absolutely no chance! All the men I've raced were trained athletes, the best in all the land! You- you're a prince! You grew up with books, studying philosophy and prepared to rule a country. You've never stepped foot on a track before coming here, you.....you'll die."

She spoke those last words softly, unable to say them above a whisper. Tears began brimming at her eyes, her arms wrapping around her chest in an effort to calm herself and not cry in front of Yunho. Still he said nothing, instead opting to come closer to her, not bothering to stop himself as his large hands wrapped themselves around her waist.

"It's a risk I'm willing to take. Don't you get it? I.... I can't get you out of my mind. I have to have you. You're unlike any other woman I've met. You're fearless, strong, independent, and you're a lot smarter than most princesses I've met, even if you are terrible at stitching a flower onto a cloth."

They both let out a tiny chuckle at that.

"Blame my father for prioritizing my education over pricking my fingers on silly needles."

Yunho moved his hands from her waist to cup her cheeks.

"Point is.....I'm attracted to you ok? I want you all to myself as crazy as it sounds...

He bit his lips before uttering the next thing.

"I love you.."

She looked up at him when he said that confession.

"And honestly? I think you feel the same way..."

Before she had time to respond or react, his lips enveloped themselves around hers, capturing and covering her entire mouth in such a passionate and desperate kiss. Against her will, Y/N kissed him back, hands going to the back of his head as the played with the soft black locks he had. She forgot about everything in that sweet moment, the races, the deaths, and almost forgot about a long forgotten fear.

Almost.

Until she suddenly pulled back away from him as if he was death itself.

"No! I can't!"

Seeing her try to run away as usual, Yunho wasn't having it. He grabbed her hand, refusing to let go.

M"Why are you running away from me?! Are you afraid of me? Are you afraid of being married off? Having to give up the freedom that has been granted upon you since you were born?"

Y/N didn't respond. He had hit on the point somewhat. Not all of it, but definitely a reason why she didn't want to marry and kept pushing herself so no one would ever beat her in a race.

"I want you to know....I would never be that kind of husband. I wouldn't force you to stay home, knit, and be bored to death walking in gardens or just bear me children."

Letting go of her hand, he pulled her against his chest, his arms wrapping around her waist as his lips began whispering in her ear.

"I would never dream of taking away your freedom. I'll allow you to keep running as free as you are now. Anything you want to do, I'll allow you to. I just ask you to love me in return. You don't have to be afraid of me."

She couldn't contain her sobs at this point. Lowering her head so he couldn't see her grief stricken face, she finally poured out her feelings.

"It's not just that..... when I was a mere girl, an Oracle once came to reveal prophecies to some members of my family. Being curious, I offered them a gold brooch I had in exchange for telling me something about my future..."

Her eyes closed as she remembered the words the old woman said to her.

"The day you marry, that day will be the end of you."

She sobbed even harder now. Yunho turned her around and embraced her, allowing her to cry in his chest, not caring if it soaked his clothes or not.

"Y/N....perhaps the prophecy meant the end of you in a different way. Perhaps it wouldn't be the end of Y/N.....but the end of Atalanta. Think about it, the day someone beats you, you have to marry him, Atalanta will be no more, instead you'll be Y/N. Just Y/N. Also...... one loses themselves when you truly love someone. The end of something, also creates a new beginning."

Although his words comforted her, she could no longer hear him. The longer she stayed, the more attached she grew to him and the more it'd hurt her to see him lose against her.

"I'm sorry....I can't-"

Yunho let go of her hands and didn't stop her as she ran back towards the palace. He didn't even call out to her and he hoped she wouldn't turn around and see the sad and heartbroken look he had on his countenance for the first time in his life.

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Y/N walked out into the field wearing a heavy grim on her face, the cheers of the crowd no longer having an effect on her. She felt like she was walking out to her own execution. If Yunho died because of her, she could never live with herself.

"Cheer up child. Perhaps he won't have to die after all." Milos hinted at her.

"He's not an athlete. Even if I use half my speed, he'd still lose."

Milos nodded at her.

"That may be true.........and yet....perhaps he could win who knows? He was gone all night yesterday sacrificing to the gods."

"All the other athletes sacrificed to different gods. To Zeus, to Athena, to Apollo, and look how they all ended up." She retorted.

"Perhaps they were all sacrificing to the wrong one. I can tell you this: Yunho sacrificed to one goddess none of them thought about......"

Y/N looked at him and waited for him to finish.

"Aphrodite."

Her stomach lurched, threatening her to become sick again.

When Yunho finally stepped out, the crowd, more specifically the women, began cheering loudly for him. During his short stay there, he had already attracted a pretty good number of admirers and fans. Some had even made beautiful embroidered banners with his name stitched across it. When he stepped up to her, he had that usual smile of his that always melted her heart.

"Good luck to you Y/N." He took her hand, instead of shaking it though, he placed a kiss on it, causing several 'awws' to emit from the crowd.

Y/N retreated her hand and cleared her throat.

"No offense but your tunic is not very well suited for a race. It'll cause you to loose speed."

Pointing at the odd pouch strapped around his waist, she looked at him for an explanation.

"Good luck charms." He patted the pouch.

Y/N was about to say something, but he stopped her.

"Y/N this might be the last time I ever talk to you let alone see you in this lifetime...so please...don't worry and don't say unkind words.... and let me say just in case that I love you."

He waited for her to say something but she said nothing. They just followed the announcers instructions to get in position.

When the horn blasted, Y/N took off running at the usual speed speed she tended to use at the beginning of a race. Unsurprisingly, Yunho was a long way away from her, a large gap in between them. Y/N rounded the first turn and doubled back and saw him as she was coming back, irked that he seemed to be running as if he had all the time in the world. When she got close to him, he took out something from his pouch and held it in front of her eyes so she could see before tossing it behind her. Unable to comprehend her own actions, she whirled around to fetch the shiny object he had thrown. It had fallen on the dry grass at the edge of the track and picking it up, she noticed it was a golden apple, perfectly smooth, with a stem and leaves that had beautiful and intricate engravings on them. She was so immersed in the apple that she forgot about the race until she heard the crowd cheer. Looking over, Yunho had rounded the first turn and was now coming towards her. She felt disoriented for a second, but eventually got back on the track, running with the apple in her hand, although its weight served only to slow her down.

Just as she was rounding the second turn, she saw another golden apple being rolled in front of her, this time rolling off the track at a greater distance. Once again, she went in pursuit of it, forgetting about the race as she chased after it. This time it was slighty bigger and heavier than the last one, but she was determined to keep it. She stood there, admiring its beauty until the cheers of the crowd snapped her back to reality. She was shocked when she saw Yunho round the last turn.

"Oh no!"

With the apples in her hand, she sprinted forward with all her ability, catching up to him in mere seconds. She was right behind him about to pass him until he looked back at her, flashing a third and even larger golden apple in his hand. Raising it up, he let the sun shine on it before tossing it behind him with incredible force. Y/N backtracked and chased after it. She didn't know what it was that made her go for it, but she just had to have it. She struggled to cram them all into her hands, but she refused to let go of them. She gasped when she saw that Yunho was a few feet away from the finish line. She sped up, apples in hand, sure that even with the added weight and time lost she could beat him, no one was faster than her and no one had beaten her.

She was so close, a hands length away from him when the crowd erupted in thunderous applause and screaming. Y/N looked around in shock as Milos and many of the other nobles began surrounding Yunho, congratulating his victory.

"I.....lost?"

Y/N couldn't comprehend it. How on earth did she just lose? And to someone like Yunho? She was so immersed in her thoughts that she didn't notice he had come up behind her until he swiftly turned her around and kissed her in front of everyone. She was so stunned that she had no time to push him off. When he pulled back, he had the brightest and happiest grin plastered all over.

"My beautiful bride." He cooed at her.

She had so many questions for him but unfortunately she couldn't ask him as her father quickly made his way to them, happily announcing Yunho victorious and declaring that preparations for their wedding would begin immediately. The crowd began to celebrate, happy at the thought of the new royal couple forming and praising all the gods in Olympus.

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It wasn't until later that night that Y/N finally had time to go see Yunho, who was wandering around in the orchards. She came to him, the golden apples on a small pouch.

"I believe these belong to you."

Y/N slumped them back in his hands, Yunho letting out a soft "oof!" at their weight.

"Actually...they're not mine."

"Either way.....you cheated." She accused him.

"It can't be counted as cheating if it complies with a God's wishes." He counteracted.

"What?" Y/N raised an eyebrow.

Smirking, Yunho picked up one of the golden apples.

"These....are golden apples from Aphrodite's golden tree that grows in her garden."

Y/N widened her eyes at his revelation, making Yunho snicker at her reaction.

"She gave them to me after I sacrificed to her last night. She gave me instructions on how to use them so I'd win the race. No one, not even the prized runner in all Arcadia, could resist their magic."

Her mouth dropped wide open at his explanation.

"You see? They were all sacrificing to the wrong deities." He poked her nose.

Y/N huffed and crossed her arms as she mumbled.

"I still say you cheated."

Yunho laughed slightly at her embittered state.

"Come now my darling Y/N. Don't be so cross with me. Can you really blame me for risking my life just to be able to spend the rest of my life next to you?"

He tilted her chin up, looking into her eyes that captivated and bewitched him more and more as he stared at them.

"Aren't you.....aren't you at least happy to marry me?"

Y/N sighed softly.

"The conditions of the race were clear."

Yunho's hand dropped to his side in clear disappointment of her answer.

"I don't want you to marry me because you have to. I want you to marry me because you love me like I love you. I offer you my heart, soul, all of me and vow to love you with my last breath for as long as we remain on this earth."

Y/N clasped a hand over her mouth when Yunho got on his knees and looked at her with such adoration and love.

"Forget the race and forget about the conditions. That doesn't matter anymore. If you don't want it, I'll happily release you from that condition......but at least allow me to try it my way."

Reaching for one of her hands, he grasped it tightly with both of his hands which were trembling slightly.

"I love you Y/N. I love you with every drop of blood that runs in my body. And nothing would make me happier than to have you accept my love and accept to my wife from this night forward."

He gulped as soon as he finished the words, waiting impatiently for her answer, tears building up inside him as he feared her rejection. Y/N was already crying, overwhelmed by her emotions and the intensity of the feelings she had for him. But then she thought about living the rest of her life without him and that was even more terrifying to her.

"Yunho......I love you..."

His gaze that was on the floor suddenly shot up when he finally heard her say those words. Through teary eyes, she smiled at him.

"And I would love for nothing more than to become your wife."

Before her sentence was finished, he was already on his feet, picking her up and spinning her around as his lips began peppering kisses all over her face. Tears of happiness streamed down his face as he thanked Aphrodite and all the other gods for blessing him in such a way.

"You see? It was worth it in the end. I don't regret risking my life......and I'd happily do it again if it means I win you..."

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bbykpoper · 4 years ago

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𝓗𝓾𝓬𝓴𝓵𝓮𝓫𝓮𝓻𝓻𝔂☀️

Inspired by this post 🌼

Pairing: botanist!Yunho x farmer!reader

Index: Jongho // Hongjoong // Seonghwa // San // Wooyoung // Mingi // Yeosang

･*:༅

“Are you sure it’s okay if we brought our girlfriends along?” Hongjoong asked his friend as they walked up to the small cabin in front of them.

“Yeah, don’t worry about it.” The blue haired man smiled up at him. “It’s more fun with girls around. I don’t have to listen to Mingi’s constant whining or watch Wooyoung destroy the cabin.”

“True that!” Hongjoong laughed. “It’s nice of your aunt to let us stay here.”

“Yeah, for some reason she’s been nagging me to come along here... Sometimes I think she has some girl hiding somewhere for me or something.” Yunho sighed. “She’s more worried about me staying wifeless than my own mother.”

“Damn well I am!” A woman yelled out as she opened the cabin doors and scared Wooyoung to drop his things.

“Aunty!” Yunho yelled out surprised.

The woman walked over to Yunho gushing over his tall stature as the rest just observed the situation happening around them.

“You know, for a police officer, Wooyoung is quite the scaredy cat.” Seonghwa’s girlfriend whispered over to him.

“I heard that.”

The group laughed out loud, finally catching the older woman’s attention. She was wearing a cute little straw hat on her head which made the girls gush because of the small detail of dandelions attached to the rim.

“Oh, you like my hat?” She asked proud of her fashion taste. “It was custom made by one of the girls from the village.” She nodded her head and got the best idea of her life in that second. “Why don’t you three girls come along with me and we can ask her to make you one too?”

“Oh that would be so cool!” Jongho’s girlfriend clapped her hands in excitement.

“I’d like that too.” Hongjoon’s girlfriend blushed a crimson red when the attention turned to her.

“I want to meet her. As a fellow artist who is into crafting I must.” Seonghwa’s girlfriend looked determined.

“Who’s going to help us set up the cabin then?” Wooyoung mumbled out.

“What? Eight boys can’t do it?”

“Aunty, San didn’t come for this trip.” Yunho said. “He’s in Italy with his fiancee. It’s just the seven of us.”

“Pish posh.” Yunho’s aunt grumbled out. “You boys are more than capable of doing this alone, we’ll be back to make dinner.” She huffed out as she grabbed a hold of the young girls. “Knowing you Yunho, you’ll burn the kitchen down if we don’t cook you something.”

Yunho blushed in embarrassement and turned around feeling defeated. With an amused smile the rest of the boys joined Yunho in their quest to setting up the cabin for living purposes, not one mentioning the fact that the blue haired man once almost burned down said cabin while trying to make some toast.

･*:༅

You rode your bike in the hot afternoon with glee in your eyes as the wind caressed your sun kissed skin. You had on a green plaid dress which wildly danced around you as you pushed the pedals of the bike to make it go. You had just finished hanging out with your friends, Lia and Mads, and were on your way home to help your mother make dinner for the kids.

Your family was quite large, you having two older siblings and four younger ones.

“Ah, y/n!”

You halted your bike when you heard your name being called and turned around to see an older woman with three young women behind her.

“Aunty!” You smiled recognizing your neighbor’s straw hat right away. You jumped off your bike and walked up to them. “How are you?”

“Oh I’m wonderful, my nephew came to visit from the big city!” She said waving her hand with excitement. “He brought his friends along as well.” She looked behind her at the girls. “And they finally brought along these nice girls. They saw the hat you had made for me and wanted one themselves.”

“Really?” You looked up at them and they nodded along. “Then how about you girls come to my house, I’ll make you all one and you can decorate it however you want!”

“Yes!” An overly eager girl with a beret yelled out startling you. “Sorry, I tend to get excited about these things.”

“That’s okay.” You laughed it off. “I’m y/n by the way, I live in the house right next to aunty’s farm.”

“The houses around here are divided by farms. Y/N’s family farm cultivates the best fruits around here. They’re quite famous for the large amount of huckleberries growing around their house.”

“Huckleberries?” One of the girls asked. “Gosh they grow here? In Korea?”

“Yup. My great-grandfather somehow managed to grow a bush and then he just let nature take it’s tool and suddenly our house was surrounded by them.” You shrugged laughing. “You understand plants down’t you?”

“Oh, sorry it seems we havent’s introduced ourselves.” She scratched the back of her neck. “My name’s Strawberry.”

“I’m Raspberry.” The girl with the pony tail and shy glances introduced herself.

“And I’m Blueberry.” The enthusiastic one said.

“Nice to meet you all.”

You made it to your home and they looked on in awe at the three story building in front of them. You guided them inside and left aunty with your mother as you moved on to your room. Your older sibling greeted you softly as he wrestled two of the younger four.

“They seem lively.” One of the girls said.

“They always are.” You answered and let them into your room.

Your room was neat and spacious, allowing you to have a full craft station in one corner. The house was built as a cabin, and the girls were amazed at the intricate woodwork and effort put into it. Every single piece of furniture you owned was handmade by either your great-grandfather or eldest brother.

“Are you the only girl in the family?”

“Hm?” You looked up from the ribbons you were preparing for them to choose fro and that’s when you noticed that all four of your younger brothers were now wrestling your eldest brother. “No. The eldest of our family is also a girl. But she’s married and living in Seoul with her husband and kids.” You looked away, sadness coating your little beady eyes. “She rarely comes to visit us.”

The three girls noticed your discomfort and change in mood so they opted to talk about different things while making the straw hats. You enjoyed showing Blueberry how to make them and she even showed you some other crafts you could do out of different materials.

“So wait, you make jams?”

“And all kinds of pastries. I have a really bad sweet tooth so I decided to learn how to make some as to not bother my mother.” You admited.

“Wow. That’s so neat!”

“Girls, it’s time to go! The boys came to pick you up!” Aunty yelled from the first floor.

“I feel like a kid when the parents come to pick them up and they whine because they don’t want to go home.” Blueberry muttered as you all filled down the stairs.

The girls shuffled out the door as the older woman thanked you one last time before leaving. But suddenly she pulled over a tall man with blue hair and smiled.

“This is my nephew Yunho! He is a botanist in the National Greenhouse!” She exclaimed.

“Hi.” You said to him and he just nodded lost for words. “I’m y/n. Your aunty has spoken so much about you.”

“He could help you with that thing which has been messing up the berries.” She said.

“He could?” Suddenly you were surrounded by your siblings, all of them observing the man head to toe.

Yunho gulped at the sudden attention from the boys and stepped back, cautious of the wood carpenter in front of him. You noticed his discomfort and smiled at your brothers pushing them further inside the house and closing the door behing you. You looked at the older woman and tried to convey the message that you wish to speak with her nephew alone and she got it almost immediately. She left with a wink which had you both blushing but you ignored it, trying to focus on the problem at hand.

“Can we agree to ignore my brothers?” You asked as you noticed them watching through the windows.

“Only if we agree to ignore my aunty.” He said turning to see his aunt nodding in encouragement.

“Deal.” You both said at the same time.

“I know that it’s late and you won’t be able to see the problem we have with our plants but if you could help us I’d be really greatful.” You said, looking up at him. It only downed on you now that you were much shorter than him. “My family will of course pay you, so there is no need to worry.”

“Don’t worry about the pay. I’m not even sure I can help you with the problem.” He sighed.

“Well, how about you come over in the morning and see for yourself?” You suggested, the bright smile you sported shinning even in the dark.

“Alright.”

It seemed he couldn’t say no to your smile in that moment.

･*:༅

“It seems you guys have a case of orange rust.” Yunho spoke as you and your father observed him work. “It’s mild, in the beginning stages and can be controlled quite easily. We’ll have to dig up the infected bushes and burn them. I’ll also need to look for wild brambles and root them out too.”

“You’ll help us do that?” You asked surprised.

“Yeah.” He smiled at you.

“Great, then would you mind if we get started right away?” Your father asked. “Gong-Tae will help you with the wild brambles, while y/n will help me with the infected bushes.”

“Sounds like a plan.” You hummed and went to call your older borther over.

“I would have let my daughter go with you but I don’t trust you kid.” Your father spoke, giving Yunho the stank eye. “I’ve already lost one daughter to a big city boy, I’m not about to lose the only other one I have.”

“But... I’m not...” Yunho tried saying but the look your father gave him had him smiling awkwardly and almost grabbing your older brother by the wrist and running away.

The day passed with you helping your father burn the infected bushes and moving around to check up on the rest of the farm to see if any other fruit was having a problem while Yunho was here. On the other hand, Yunho was close to crying by the way Gong-Tae was following his every move from the corner of his eye. He felt like a deer in a wolf’s den.

“You know, you’re different.” He suddenly spoke up.

Yunho looked over at him confused. His hands were covered in dirt and his face had some smudges here and there, but all in all he was quite lost in his work to notice that Gong-Tae was not only watching him but his sister as well.

“I don’t quite understand.” He finally spoke up.

“There are seven of us in this family. Two girls and five boys. As you can see only six of us are here.” He spoke, looking on at your form being surrounded by your younger siblings who were eager to help you. “The eldest is our sister, Hyemi. She got married a few years ago to a man from the big city and we haven’t exactly heard or seen from her since then. That’s why I’m an ass to you. And why my father looks at you with murder in his eyes.” He then finally looked at Yunho. “Do you like my sister?”

“I’ve just met her...” Yunho looked over at your smiling form and blushed furiously when you gave him a tight eyed smile. “Though I do consider her cute.”

“See, you’re different than that man.” Gong-Tae stood up straight. “You have the balls to tell me my sister is cute.” He laughed.

Soon all of you were done with work and your mother invited Yunho for dinner. It went off smother than you expected and even your dad layed off with the murder glares towards him. Your mother seemed to like him a lot while your younger brothers just kept asking annoying questions.

“Thanks for today.” You told him as you walked him up to the small gate of your home. “Sorry about my family.”

“Nah, it was fun.” He laughed. “Even though your older brother and dad are intimidating, I think they’re starting to like me.”

“Possible.” You said looking back at the house. “I mean they’re not even looking through the windows tonight.”

You both laughed.

“So, how long are staying up at your aunt’s cabin?” You asked the man shyly.

“About a week more.” He answered. “We were looking to go to the river for a swim, but we don’t know many good spots which are good for that.”

“Well I do.” You said and looked up at him through your eyelashes with a very prominent blush. “If you want, me and my friends could show you.”

“That’d be awesome.”

Yunho made it back to the cabin and was met with his group of friends playing cards in the center of the living area. He sat down between Wooyoung and Mingi and looked at them all, his eyes not exactly focusing on any of them.

“So, did you ask her out?” Jongho broke the silence.

“I think she asked me out.”

･*:༅

Your friends and you were patiently waiting with your bikes by the small dirt road which led to the cabing where Yunho’s aunty lived. Lia was wearily eyeing the road, not pleased with today’s activities which she got dragged in, while Mads kept on questioning you why in god’s given name were you so willing to show these big city kids around.

“So if I got this straight, you have a small crush on the blue haired dude?” Mads asked to confirm.

You nodded, averting your gaze from him.

“But he doesn’t know.” He added. “And you didn’t know how to ask him out so you proposed we all go down to the river.” He continued. “Like not to be a party pooper, but y/n big city kids don’t exactly like us country pumpkins.”

“Stop with the pumpkin farm references.” Lia rolled her eyes, paddling over to you two. “We get it, you are the legal owner of a pumpkin farm.” She sighed and looked over at you. “They’re coming by the way. They seem to be quite loud and dumb.”

“Hey, don’t be mean.” You said with a pout. “I wasn’t mean to you when you had a crush on the Jeon kid.”

“True.” Lia sighed. “I’m just worried these guys are like the ones who came and snatched your sister away.”

“They’re not.” You said and observed two of them fighting each other and trying to push the other off their bike. “I even talked to the girls of their group. They’re really nice. Most of them are just like us, ordinary.” You smiled noticing Yunho ride along with a red haired boy. “And he isn’t like that man that married my sister.” Yunho noticed you and smiled, hurrying along to reach you faster. “He’s kind.”

Your friends observed the exchange of greeting and noticed how Yunho was very similar to you. As you rode along the road towards the river, they got to know that he also liked plants like you, had this sunshine smile like you, and was generally just a shy baby like you.

“Psst Lia.” Mads nudged Lia as he rode next to her. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

“That they’re made for each other?” Both nodded. “Oh boy.”

Yunho’s friends were having a blast in the water as Mads showed them how to catch a fish with their bare hands. The girls were mesmerized by Lia’s personality and were quickly becoming friends, while you and Yunho sat on the side just watching them have fun.

“Wow, I never thought they’d be into this.” Yunho giggled when Seonghwa slipped and fell into the water.

“It seems my friends like yours.” You sighed in content while watching Lia and Mads enjoy themselves. As you watched Lia teach the girls how to make flower crowns you suddenly remembered something and stood up, extending your hand to Yunho. “Hey, I wanna show you something.”

Yunho took hold of your hand without a second thought and stood up to follow you. Yeosang noticed that you two were walking off but decided to not say a word, allowing you two the privacy you needed.

You glanced back at Yunho who was blindly following you, his hand still in yours and you giggled when the stray strands of your hair danced in the summer wind. You led Yunho to a meadow, not far from the river, but with enough distance for nobody to bother you. It was filled with wild flowers and he noticed how you acted as if you were home here, and it filled his heart with warmth.

“Is this your secret meadow?” He asked when you collapsed to the ground.

“Not really. Both Lia and Mads know about it.” You shrugged your shoulders as he laid down next to you. “But I like to come here more than they do. It’s my spot I guess.”

“Well it’s a very calming spot.” He said and looked on to the clouds, glancing at you each ocassion he got. “Hey, not to pry, but what’s the deal with your older sister? Your brother mentioned her the other day.”

“Gong-Tae did?” You were surprised by this information. “Well, nothing much to be honest. We just haven’t heard from her in like four years. Ever since she got married and moved to Seoul. Her husband doesn’t like us very much, or at least his side of the family doesn’t.” You sighed sadly. “We’re farmers, while they are some type of business executives. I don’t really understand why someone like him would go for my sister.” You looked over at Yunho who was now intently watching you. “She was very kind and timid. They say I have the same personality as her, but much more brighter. The man she married was quite dark and mean, he insulted my father at the wedding and demanded an apology because we were of lower status.” Yunho’s heart was breaking at these words. “He kind of bit back those words when he found out that we’re a bit richer than his whole family is. But we don’t brag like the big city kids do.”

“Do you want to find your sister?” He asked.

“Yeah. I’d like to ask her why she abandoned her family.” You looked up to the clouds. “I’d like to ask her why she took his side and not ours.”

“Is that why your father and brother want to murder me?”

“They don’t want to do that. They’re just scared I’ll end up as my sister.”

“Why so?”

“Because I also like a guy from the big city.” You looked him in the eyes.

“Is that guy... me?” He asked his heart beating in his ears.

You shrugged your shoulders and smiled at him, bringing your face closer to his.

“It could be you. That is if you like me back.”

You blinked back the surprise when his mouth met yours into the softest kiss you ever experienced. His hands went to hold your face and his sweet aroma overwhelmed you to the point it was becoming hard to breathe.

“Yeah.” He said equally breathless. “I like you back too.”

･*:༅

Yunho squeezed your hand for support as the both of you stood in front of a large gate, the matching flower patteren of your dress and his shirt standing out among the grey walls of the gate. Tall trees covered the paved path in a heavy shade as you waited for the man whose voice sounded on the intercom to come and pick you up.

“Are you nervous?” Yunho asked you, watching the man in the black suit approach you two.

“No.” You looked up at him with a smile. “I have my boyfriend with me.”

He smiled down at you as the man opened the heavy gate and proceeded to guide you up to the front door. You held your head high, shoulders straight and hand gently holding on to your boyfriends. It’s been a few months since you and Yunho started dating, him visiting your farm and you visiting him in the city. Your father and brother weren’t too thrilled by this idea but they were accepting when Yunho promised not to whisk you away to the concrete jungle. It took you guys exactly two months to agree to move in together, and about five to get the information you needed which has led you to this house.

“Are you ready?” He asked, his gaze never leaving yours.

“Totally.” You answered your gaze fixed on the figure standing in the door.

It was time to face your older sister.

#ateez imagines #ateez #jeong yunho #ateez reactions #huckleberry

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shozaii · 5 years ago

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Hello! May I ask of a hc of shinsou,Todoroki,and Kirishima having a quirkless s/o whose determined to become a hero so they team up with hatsume to create an iron man suit replica they can use in battle? (They are basically Ironman but since they can’t call themselves iron man cause reasons they just call themselves Iron Maiden, don’t ask how she got into UA she has her ways lol) Thxs!

(a/n): hello anon! i’m so sorry this took a while as i had some other stuff to do argh. but i hope this one is worth it because iron man is my favorite hehe. and i also received your other ask! enjoy!

requests are still open!!💜

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iron maiden.

warnings: none!

kirishima❤️

so, so supportive of you.

when he found out you were quirkless, it didn’t matter to him! all that he was happy about was you wanting to pursue your dreams regardless of anything coming your way.

“heroes don’t always need a quirk! in fact, i think you’re even more manlier than me,” he wiped away tears of joy.

precious, i swear.

“thank you, kiri. i won’t let you down!”

“babe! you’ve never! you’re definitely not gonna let the whole world down either!”

he recommended you to check in with mei hatsume, the literal brains of technology. he remembered you keeping a lot of spare parts of your failed attempts, so he told you to bring them along to her.

“a creation of new babies? god, it’s probably going to be my 1000th one!”

let’s be honest, she has more.

eijirou makes sure you get some rest, because he knows the amount of times you’ve stayed up late.

he visits you sometimes 🥺

so the both of you finally came out with something so cool even mei couldn’t believe her eyes.

“a nanotech suit! one touch and you’re all good to go!”

you were in TEARS

sooner or later, you had your hero name! and it was called iron maiden. sounds majestic. he’s gonna love it

you needed eijirou to see this, but perhaps it shall be a surprise. but you did tell him your hero name. it interested him even more, because he knows you’ve been working on a lot of suits before consulting mei about it.

“i’m so proud of you, cupcake! you have to show me,” you could hear him pout through the phone.

“the time will come, eiji. you would love it!”

so it was, during an intense battle drill. it was finally time for you to shine brighter than ever.

as mei mentioned, you placed it on your chest, bracing for the impact.

eijirou was shook. what were you doing during this serious time? you did tell him about a surprise, but it wasn’t you appearing at this kind of time, right?

and so it came. the suit began to wrap around your body, fitting you in nicely. under 10 seconds, you were ready.

his mouth was open wide.

so this was the surprise, he smiled widely.

you took off, with rocket like feet attached to the soles of your newly built armor. your hands were your extra guide, balancing you off ground.

with a blast, you flew as fast as you could, bringing strong winds along with you. everyone watched carefully as you easily put off so many obstacles coming your way.

he was following you, wanting to observe more of your latest device.

it was delightful. training with sufficient information at the screens in front of your eyes, reminding you of incoming dangers. the iron was also lightweight; so that running would be easier.

you and eiji even teamed up! how sweet🥰

and from the inside, you saw your boyfriend. he had this adorable toothy grin, literal heart eyes on you.

“we would love to see more of that, iron maiden!” he screamed from down below.

“you got it, red riot!” you replied, reminding yourself to give him a big fat hug once this was over.

shinsou💜

you were worried about what shinsou was going to say.

yes, he knew that you were quirkless. but he saw so many qualities in you that literally changed his life for the better.

no way in heck was he gonna listen to any bs about you! you were his!

“come on, kitten. i would have to hear it someday. i’m sure it’s not gonna hurt.”

“i’m thinking of making a suit.”

“ah. you did tell me about those before. what’s your plan?”

“i’m going to try and rebuild it again. this time, with a consultant! i just wanted your opinion, hitoshi; and i don’t know if-“

“does this plan make you happy?”

you nodded slowly.

“go on. do what you gotta do. if it makes you happy, i’m happy.”

he proceeds to embrace you, feeling so proud of your decision. i headcanon him being your number one fan💜

so there you were, working alongside with mei. a lots of twists and turns were found in your previous suits, and you were glad some parts came to good use in the new one.

“you’re gonna love this, y/n! make sure to give it all you got with our baby!” she said with pride.

he gives you calls and asks about the process🥺

he hangs out with you during your breaks

after weeks of ups and downs, it was completed.

you placed the little casing in your pocket. training was coming up soon and you wanted to give it your all. mei wished you good luck, and you left.

it was intense training, and it involved a few classes. including your boyfriend’s. so it was finally time to show it to him!

“hey, you done?” shinsou tapped on your shoulder, looking at you. “where is it?”

“you’ll see!” you said, smiling innocently. but deep down inside you were screaming with joy.

the battle began. everyone rushed out from the starting line, and the two of you followed behing the flock.

you pulled the little metal casing out from your pocket. this was your time.

fixing in on your chest, you clicked on the middle of the nano suit; as it began to assemble right in front of hitoshi’s eyes.

his eyes were wide open. he watched as the armor covered your body from head to toe. the color red was a majestic finish to the armor.

boy, was he prOUD

he was just there, looking at you- the armor. his s/o did it! for so many months were they sad due to all their failures, and finally, they’ve done it.

the face of the armor opened, allowing you to see his face at a better angle.

“you surprise me everytime,” he smiled.

the both of you continued training immediately after, with him continuously admiring your hard work. from the blasters to the attacks from your armor. the speed. balancing off ground. priceless moments he would love to cherish.

honestly he’s just boyfriend goals argh😭

todoroki🤍

now if i were to be clear, these three boys are the most supportive towards their s/o. very. so here we have another cinnamon roll.

shoto is the person who shows love regardless of boundaries. moreover, you being quirkless was no sort of boundary he has ever imagined.

“after all, you’re human, aren’t you?”

that would’ve brought you to tears. being quirkless in this society was hard. but to shoto? that didn’t matter.

you’ve made it to ua, and he was proud of you for all your achievements. from new creations to development.

he has seen most of your suits. he also asks you a few questions.

so one day, knowing that he was good with listening and advice, you went to him to tell him about working alongside with mei hatsume.

“oh. she’s helped us upgrade most of our costumes. she’s really helpful, if you ask me.”

“so... what do you think about the idea?”

“y/n, i know you very well. this passion of yours makes you very happy. in fact, this idea sounds amazing. i’ll support you, always.”

“thank you, sho,” you hugged him.

“good luck, my love. let me know if you need anything.”

a few weeks passed and you were working miracles with mei. shoto and you came up with a hero name - iron maiden. knowing how you’ve always used iron to build new inventions.

he constantly texts you, telling you to take breaks if you stayed up late.

3am phone calls😤❤️

“so would this color do?” mei asked you, pointing at the matte red finish. “this baby would stand out with glory!” there were literal stars in her eyes.

“i love it!”

she gave you directions for the invention, of course. you two were like this inseparable duo, so i would say your conversations with each other were wholesome🥰

and finally, after so much of blood, sweat and tears,,, it was complete! the armor that you have thought of in your head finally came to life, within your hands!

shoto was very happy when he heard of your success. you also told him that it was a huge surprise. he waited patiently because he didn’t want to spoil the effect

“of course, love. i’ll be waiting.”

and he did, until training started.

like mentioned in the earlier headcanons, it was a joint session. this meant a lot of the students would try developing their quirks; in different stations.

you were of course heading to the ‘battlefield’ station.

there, you saw shoto. he has already begun training. so when he saw you he stopped, waiting for you to show what you’ve got.

you held out the little metal casing to him. his head tilted.

but when he saw it forming into an armor.....

....you guessed it. imagine that proud lil’ smile on his face😭❤️❤️

as the lightweight iron reached the last few parts, you asked him, “how is it?” eagerly.

he ran towards you.

“you’re gonna show all of them what you got.”

i guarantee you, your heart was bleeding confetti. i’ve mentioned it many times but his eyes tell stories.

this time, it was of how proud he was to see you achieve your biggest dream- becoming a hero.

i hope you liked it anon!! apologies for the delay and i hope this was a good read🥺❤️

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zuffer-weird-girl · 5 years ago

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A Scenario were kai and his s/o are having a bubble bath and just talk. And with wine cause he's just classy like that.💜btw love your writing💜

Today was just terrible for the young yakusa boss.

Everthing seemed to go wrong and with the objective of anger him.

Experiments went wrong, he had to talk with some heroes that were at his back, failed texts, precepts just wouldn't do what he demanded and always messed up and with an cherry on top Rappa insisted on going on a fight with him, Chisaki was already irritaded and with no seconds thoughts overhauled the man before putting him back together.

Moments like these he thanked the heavens for bringing you in his live, because he was clearly certain that without your calm and understanding presence, he would just combust and become an killing machine out of his anger.

He entered the room and was dissapointmented when he didn't saw your figurine waiting from him inside your shared bedroom... His annoyance grew along with his worry when he checked his phone and no warnings about you going out were there.

And it didn't help when it was eleven at clock...

A wave of calm surrounded him when he heard the sounds of water and your humming coming from his closed bathroom.

He knocked on the door; providing any uncomfortable scenes; and shortly after heard your melodic voice saying that he could come in.

"You're an idiot, what if it wasn't me?" He sayed irritaded as he closed the door behing him and saw one scene that he swears it took his breath away.

You, with eyes pleasantly closed, layed on the bathtub surrounded by bubbles hidding most of your figurine as the scent of vannila and lavender surrounded the bathroom.

"We all know that no one would have courage to enter your room at this time of night my love..." you sighed with an smile, your eyes still closed.

He scoffed as he sitted on the edge of the tub, taking a moment to look at your angelic figurine completely relaxed...

"You seem tense." You creaked an eye open worriedly "Rough day?"

"Nothing that I can't handle it." He stated averting his eyes to the door. You hummed while you dried your hands with an near towel and touched his shoulder.

He flinched at the sudden contact but calmed down shortly after.

"Well, you're definitely are tense." You carresed his shoulder gently with one hand while the other scratched near his pierced ear, making him shiver as he threw an glare at you.

"These nails are better be clean." He groaned

"Relax love, my boyfriend demands everday any type of cleaning." You mocked him as he scoffed once again.

"Want to switch places? Hot water helps with sore and tense muscles..." he sighed in annoyance.

"No. Knowing you, you just entered." He said while taking off his mask to breath in the the warm steam that enveloped the entire room along with the smells of lavender and vanilla.

No germs or diseases... Perfect.

"So how about you join me?" He threw another glare at you, arching one of his eyebrowns.

"Wow, someone is grumpy today." You giggled while he groaned "Kai is just an invitation, I'm not forcing you... its not like you would follow orders anyway." You laughed quietly as you layed back on the tub.

How could you possibly offer this? The idea was just so... uncomfortable, embarrassing... but you seemed really relaxed at there.

Ah shit, now he was missing the feeling of your slight scratch in his ear and your touch in his shoulder.

"Honestly? I hate you." He said picking up his mask and marching his way out of the bathroom.

You stared questionably at your door, but you just shrugged off, you're dating Kai Chisaki so his reaction after that ofter Isn't exactly a surprise... You closed your eyes already thinking on an apology to say it to him later.

Chisaki came back shortly after, holding in one hand two glasses while the other holded an very expensive bottle of wine; the ones which costs more than one kidney to pay because he is a spoiled brat.

He placed the itens on the ground before staring you down in annoyance.

"Damn you for making me do this." He sighed as he slowly unbuttoned his black dress T-shirt.

"But I just said that I'm not obli-" hee interrupted you murmuring a 'shut it' as he finally undressed himself and steped on the tub cautiously.

He looked up at the xeiling as he slowly layed down in front of you.

"The water is burning." He complained, never making any efforts to look at you "What's with the bubbles anyway? So unnecessary..."

Oh god... that pink on his cheeks was a clear evidence on what you were suspecting. He was shy! How you wished you had a camera to record this moment.

You giggled as you picked up the glasses and the bottle, serving you both, but in more quantity for him since he looked completely drained out.

"Well, you bought for me remember? I just looked at it because I found it cute, and you just grabbed and payed it for it." You laughed at the memory offering him his glass and with an groan he accepted it.

With one or two shouts, his whole glass of wine was gone, he shugged down like he was an starving man on the dessert looking for water.

"Geez Kai, take it easy." You worriedly comented while he put the glass back to the ground.

"Have a day like I had than you can say something about it angel." He comented with a groggy voice. The wine was really strong oh boy.

"What happened today love? It was that bad?"

"My god, don't even get me started it..." he started to rant about his displeasures and now you knew you could only nod in understanding and agree with whatever he said, taking small sips from your own glass. He just needed to vent for now and you were definitely okay with that.

Suddenly an idea popped into your head as you plaved down your empty glass.

"Kai can I wash your hair?"

His eyes widened for a bit as he finally looked at you, soon after he glared daggers at you.

"Do I look like I can't do it myself?" He groaned as you smiled in hopeless.

"Just offered it, hon." You layed back in your head closing your eyes.

Chisaki stared at you for a while before sighing in irritation, turning on his back as he layed in your form, making you yelp at his sudden movement.

"Tell this to anyone and I-"

"Have a bit of faith in me c'mon!" You giggled excitedly as you picked his bottle and put an generous amount on your palm.

He trusted you with his whole life but he couldn't help it, this situation was extremely new for him and combining with the horrible and exausted day he had, his actions and words were harsh... And he knew he was an completely asshole to you...

And yet here you were, massaging with your gentle fingers his scalp without a worry and even humming an melody.

He stared at his front, completly confused and angry at himself for enjoying this and for threating you like he did...

The slow movement of your delicate fingers made his shoulders sag and his eyes close in pure bliss as he secretly enjoyed accepted the new form of attention.

He closed his eyes tightly when the water dropped in his head, preventing any soap spills from entering his eyes.

"There." You gently carresed his shoulders, noticing that they were no longer tense "Your punishment is over." You giggled when he groaned, but he made no moves to get away from you.

You stared in confusion Chisaki; who had his eyes closed and both of his forearms resting on the both sides of the edges of the bath tub; still not making a move to get out.

"Kai?" You gently traced your fingers underwater on his sides to get his attention, noticing his shiver. He crooked one eye open and looked at you questionably.

"Already done." After a few seconds he finally sighed while nodding, lifting himself and turning to be in front of you again.

Had to take away his little peace of heaven?

"Turn around." He comanded, making you tilt your head in confusion. "Turn around." He said more firmly and you quickly obey.

After a few seconds you feel both of his arms cautiously circle your waist and push you against him. You yelped quietly at the action and questionably looked at Chisaki

He didn't say absolutely nothing, opting to just sigh in relief as he layed down bringing you with him.

You finally relaxed and rested your head on the crook of your boyfriends neck, enjoying this rare moment feeling his steady heartbeat.

"We should leave soon, the skin gets wrinkled if it stays in the water for a long time." You commented.

Chisaki hummed in understatement as he placed an amount of bubbles in the top of your head gently.

"Five minutes, then we're out." He stated returning his tigh embrace.

You agreed and let him seek the comfort he was needing...

(I guess this time I made him too OOC shit Im sorry)

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wereallydobevibing · 6 years ago

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Posessive - avengers x reader

Prompt - the reader is new to the team, and the rest of the team become possessive for her very quickly, even going as far as threatening to kill each other to insure their claim on her.

[ This didn't turn out as well as I hoped, I feel like. But feel free to send in asks or requests for other Avenger characters that you'd like to see a darker/yandere version of. ]

Warnings - Yandere avengers, mentions of sex, slightly brutal, obsessive behavior, daddy kink, choking kink, breeding kink, innocence kink, smutty, pretty dark tbh

Being new to the team was an easy adaptation—for, the rest of the team was highly supportive of you. Each and every one of them always seemed extactic to have you in their presence, and you usually thought they were just being nice.

Boy, were you wrong.

Tony, naturally, had been first to show signs of obsessive behavior. But you being young and pure, you hadn't noticed.

He started off by constantly calling you to his lab; a weak attempt to keep you from interacting too much with the rest of the team. Because he knew that the Avengers were made up entirely of broken superhumans—desperate to be in control of at least one thing, even if it couldn't be their ruthless fates.

And who better than you?

You were a reaving beauty walking the compound—your legs exposed by the running shorts you wore, leaving everyone's eyes trailing on you as the muscle in your legs rippled and your waist so god damn grabbable.

So he would find excuses to make sure you were always with him—if not training or relaxing in your room. He'd always have the surveillance cameras surrounding the complex focused entirely on you, always watching. Tony had even gone as far as making sure your room was just across from his.

But you, an avenger, still needed to train with the team—to workout, and go on missions. And with Steve being the Cap, there was no surprise that you also spent some training time with him.

Even if it was purely formal—which it had been, at first—Tony would glare at the computer screens as you and Steve shared laughs. You may not have seen it, but even through the cameras, Tony could—that little glint in Steve's eyes when he looked at you, how unnecessarily close he stood next to you, the way he straddled your waist when he pinned you down on the sparring mat then leant down to whisper something in your ear.

Tony was pissed.

"You did good today, Y/N," Steve breathed, keeping your arms pinned above your head. He eyes trailed your body, and in order to not scare you off, Steve struggled to keep his hands from trailing your waist. "very good."

You blushed, "erm, thanks, Cap."

He lifted you off the ground, still standing strangely close to you.

"I should get going," you smiled, grabbing your water bottle. "Tony needs my help in the lab."

Steve internally scoffed, that selfish bastard.

While Steve may have been from another time, he wasn't mindless. He was well aware of Tony's feelings—aware that the billionare was only constantly requesting your presence in order to keep you to himself.

But Stark was too late—the playboy spent so much time in his lab, he hadn't realized that more than half the team was already spilling blood in your name—for your favor. It took nothing more than a soft smile in their direction, nothing more than the swing of your hips, for them to be hypnotized by you.

Sam and Bucky had already been at it more than once—and instead of stopping it, Thor had joined in, exclaiming, "she is far too divine to be wasted on mere mortals. She is mine."

Steve remained somewhere on the out-field, sitting comfortably as he silently strategized a way to get you away from here—somehwere only he could find you.

Somewhere only he could have you.

Steve was a patient man, afterall. He was a man thousands of civilians looked to and labeled righteous. For as long as he wanted to, he could keep you hidden away and no one would ever suspect your disappearance to be his doing.

"Why don't you come to the kitchen," Steve suggested, inching closer to you—fingers aching to grasp your jaw. "spend some time with a fellow avenger for once? Being cooped up in Tony's lab all the time isn't healthy, you know."

Much to his dismay, you had fulfilled your promise to Tony, and headed toward the lab once your time with Steve was done. And he did nothing but watch—angered, yet amazed—his eyes trailing over your bare legs, adoring the muscle that rippled beneath your baby soft skin.

Steve's pants grew tight, and he grunted in unsatisfaction. You were such a god damn tease.

***

Arriving in Tony's lab, you had expected to find him working on his newest creation. But instead of Tony, you found Bruce, examining a blueprint of some sort. His eyes averted to meet yours; a strange fluttering occuring in his stomach at the sight of you—hair messy, skin slightly sheening under the light due to the sweat lightly layering over your skin.

He'd heard of there being a newer addition to the team, but he hadn't expected you to be so ... perfect.

"You must be Y/N," Bruce breathed, holding out a hand as you approached him. "My name is Bruce, I'm sure you've heard of me."

"I have," you smiled, unaware of the burning sensation he felt when you hand made contact with his. "It's nice to meet you, Mr. Banner."

Mr. Banner, your words echoed in his head. Your silky smooth voice gliding over his eardrums and sending shivers down his spine.

He almost asked you to say it again—address him like he was your superior, whisper it in his ear, but was quickly stopped. Both by the shyness in his chest, and Tony's reappearance in the lab.

"Ah, Y/N!" Tony cheered, feeling the boiling of his blood subside now that Rogers was no longer in sight. "Finally back again~"

***

Sam listened from his place at the kitchen table as you spoke softly to your father over the phone—he listened, absorbing the softness of your voice and the light, breathy chuckles escaping your throat as you continued on with your conversation; not minding that he was there.

"Yes, daddy," you responded.

Sam's ears perked up at the sound of your response, and so did his little friend beneath his sweats. His eyes bore through the back of your head, a lustfilled gaze with the intentions of undressing you with his eyes.

Daddy, his concious echoed, but now his mind was remixing the sound of your voice so that it came out more like a pleasure-filled moan, begging for him.

"You okay?"

Sam whipped up his head, you standing over him with a look of concern gracing your features. He wasn't sure when your conversation over the phone ended, but he hadn't been quite ready for it. Now you stared down at him, observing him, he felt naked under your eyes.

"A little nauseous, that's all," he smiled up at you through the lie, but your gaze was still concerned, almost like a mother. The thought of you babying him made him hard—or better yet, the thought if you carrying his child.

His expression was pained—tortured. His member was perked up and ready to go, Sam was tempted to slam you on the table and fuck you so hard you came twice at the same time.

But he didn't get to—not this time. Bucky came waltzing in the room, suited up and ready to lead you into the target room for more gun training. A glare fueled his gaze at the sight of the former winter soldier, who only smirked smuggly.

"Ready, doll?"

Sam grew irritated, but refused to voice it. He and Bucky would get at it later, for now, he could only dream of locking you up in his apartment—having you all night long. Leaving love bites and teeth marks on your skin, fucking a baby into you to make it clear that you were his.

Only his.

***

"Relax your shoulders," Bucky instructed, "don't tilt your head, keep it straight."

"Yes, sir," you muttered, knowing he could hear you but also thinking he would laugh along.

He didn't.

Bucky paused behing you, jaw clenched at the sound of your voice addressing him as 'sir'. His lip went guant between his teeth.

"Sir?" He spoke lowly, "That's a new one."

"Don't like it?" You teased.

I love it. He thought, but instead he shrugged. It slipped passed your lips all sweet and innocent, and that was what got him so riled up—it was so pure, but it sounded so deliciously submissive.

You'd been so focused on reloading your weapon, you hadn't heard his heavy footsteps stride closer to you. What caught your attention was the pressure of his hard chest against your back—his head tilting so that his nose rubbed against your neck.

"Bucky?"

No response—but instead, his hand took the weapon from your palm and set it aside. His groin rubbed pressed against your ass, and you gasped. You gripped the edge of the counter in front of you to remain balanced.

"B-Bucky, what is this?"

"The others—they think you belong to them," he whispered lowly, hot breath tingling your cheek. "Stark, Steve, Sam, Banner, Thor—but you don't, Y/N. You don't belong to them. You belong to me."

Bucky reached around you, placing his flesh hand on your neck, giving it a light squeeze. It wasn't enough to cut off your airway, but it was enough to make you gasp. Bucky hardened at the sight—choking was such a good look on you.

"Bucky, wait—"

"You've been spending so much time with Stark—"

"He's my friend."

"Stark doesn't see it that way," he growled into your neck, nibbling at the soft flesh. "He wants you the way we all do, doll."

Your eyes widened—a feeling in your chest arising. You knew where this was going, and a part of you wanted to let it happen. You mentally scolded yourself for that.

Bucky's metal hand slipped under your shirt, the coldness of it making your skin crawl. His fingertips trailed up your stomach to the fabric of your bra, curling over your perfect breasts and giving a the soft flesh a satisfying squeeze.

Another gasp flew through your lips, trembling.

"I saw you first," Bucky hissed pressing against you more, "you're fucking mine, doll."

But he won't do anything to you—not just yet. If a war between the avengers hasn't started yet, taking you right here in the training room surely would. The team had enough to stress over already, and on top of that, Bucky wasn't a man of force. He wouldn't bed you if you were uncertain of such a decision.

So, gently, he released his hold on you—eyes still trailing on your face as you looked up at him with shock and confusion. Bucky curled a strand of your hair around his thick fingers, then pushed it back—all the while, leaning down to place a possessive kiss on your temple.

He stalked away no later, knowing that through the security cameras, Tony Stark was surely watching. Bucky's face was smug and smirking as he stared up into the camera, strutting down the hall in all his glory.

***

"This is Stormbreaker," Thor introduced, pointing towards the heavy looking hammer in his hands. He didn't need to point it out—needless to say, you knew all about it. "Only I am capable of holding it."

"So I've been told," you muttered, then listened to the breathless chuckles surrounding you. It was on nights like this where the team would finally manage to get together and relax, share a drink or two and talk.

But now you had grown tense around the team—after that particular moment you had shared with Bucky just a couple of days ago.

They all want me, you thought—at least, that's what Bucky had told you. By now, you were limiting your time with Tony and spending a majority of it with Steve or Nat—you could believe Tony was a posessive man, but Steve? That wasn't like him at all.

Tony, blinded, hadn't noticed your sudden change in demeanor. And you kept it that way. You still held a healthy relationship with the Stark man, but distanced yourself from him all the same.

Natasha seized to act strangely around you, which left you thinking she had zero interest in being romantically involved with you. But, boy, were you wrong.

She was good at controlling herself, making herself appear a certain way for her own personal benefit.

Natasha was doing just that with you—gaining your trust, making it so that you feel comfortable going only to her when burdened or in need of comfort. It was working—and while she had you growing more and more attached to her, Nat was content knowing that she was winning. But she'd have to make it clear to the boys.

"Everyone here has attempted to lift my hammer at some point—"Thor grinned, pointing his hammer at everyone, then stopping at you. "—except you, my dear Y/N."

"Oh, no, no, no," you protested, shaking your head, "if Cap couldn't lift it, I definately couldn't."

"Don't be silly, doll," Steve smirked, "give it a try."

You didn't notice them all tense as Thor took your hand and lead you toward his hammer. Chances of you actually lifting were actually pretty thick—you were just like Thor in some ways, but were strong-willed and dependable. If you weren't worthy of lifting Mjolnr, then nobody was.

You sent Nat a look, practically begging her to come to your rescue—but instead she smirked, lifting her glass of whiskey to her lips and challenging you with her eyes.

You sighed, then loosely wrapped your thin fingers around the handle of Thor's hammer. Everyone watched intently, and with that, you decided you wouldn't even try. It was ridiculous, really—the thought of you being worthy of lifting a god's weapon when Captain America himself couldn't even do it.

This is so stupid, you thought.

With a soft, lazy tug, you lifted your hand, slightly wobbling in the air as you struggled to control the weight of the weapon in your hands.

In your hands.

You were lifting Thor's hammer—but of course, not with ease. It was slightly heavy in your palm, you needed two hands to properly grasp it.

Your eyes went wide, mouth fallen agape as the rest of the team watched you in awe. You were worthy—which meant Thor would—

"You're worthy," Thor breathed, Tony began rising from his seat, Steve's jaw clenched. Bucky's glass of whiskey exploded in his tight grip; rage boiling within him. Bruce was prepared to Hulk out.

"What does this mean?" Nat seethed, leaning forward in her seat.

"That means," A selfish, darkening glint appeared in Thor's eyes as everyone glared up at him, and you watched as he snuck an arm around your waist, then took back his hammer with his free hand. "I will take her back to Asgard, make her my queen, and have her rule at my side."

There was a moment of silence, and Steve was suddenly summoning his shield—fuming, "Over my dead fucking body."

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ssin-ent · 5 years ago

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Make you mine

requested

warning:smut,winwinxfem!reader,dom!winwin,shower sex,yandere winwin,oral(receiving)

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Finally after a long time,you were going out to take a coffee with Sicheng,telling him to meet you at your favorite cafe.It’s been a while since you saw each other and you really had missed him.Waiting in the line to order,the wait was being way too long and there was no way you would have a seat in the cafe judging from the amount of people present.

“I’ll go take a sit for us” sicheng says,leaving you in the line

He chose a table where he can keep an eye on you,not because he’s scared something would happen to you,but because you were his,you just didn’t know it yet so he's staring at every man in the bar ,making sure they’re not too close of you.

So,for sure he didn’t missed the way the waiter was looking at you, you didn't really paid attention to it though ,you were coming there regularly so he know who you were ,chatting with him was always nice.But sicheng was jaw clenched thinking about how he’d deal with him and make sure he’d never approach you again.His angryness grew when he saw that he left his phone number on the ticket.He got home furious,thinking about it for the rest of the night ,he couldn’t get this out of his mind.

He searched for every information he could get on this man,that”assshole” like he liked to call him and he putted the informations in good use.

On an early morning,before going to work you stopped at the same cafe ,sad when you found out that the waiter wasn't there anymore,maybe he was working only on the afternoons.

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" You remember the waiter who gave me his number?it's really weird,it's been days I haven't see him and no one answers when I call,I hope he's okay" you say to Sicheng

"He' good where he is now"he says ,not meeting your eyes

"I-wow,wait what?Sicheng that's weird " you gigle ankwardly

"anyway he was cute! I would have happily spent some time with him and -"

He grabs your hand and leads you to his car

"Sicheng,what the fuck I haven't finished my coffee and we didn't even paid!"

He's not even looking at you,he looking intensely at the road

"Answer me!"you yell

And he finally looks at you,but he doesn't say a word,the look in his eyes dark as he give you brief look before concentring back on the road,knuckles turning white as he grips the steering wheel.

You decide to not say more,you don't know what's gotten into him,but you don't want to angry him more,you let him do what he wants,it'll pass anyway.

You're reassured when you realize he’s leading you to his house.

You sigh"you could have told me we were going to your house,you didn't had to go like that"

No answers.You opt to follow him ,once you're inside he locks all the doors,you watch him do in awe,utterly confused of his motives.

He turns around locking the last door before he takes steps forward you,his eyes never leaving yours .When he’s close to you ,you speak up

“What is a-”

He cuts your sentence by his lips crashing over yours,you stay here petrified,trying to process what is happening when he pulls out and then proceed to kiss you again,it feels weird,but you feel all hot and the anticipation is building inside of you,you were silently waiting for this for so long.

So you reciprocate the kiss,putting your hands on his cheeks intensifying it,as he slams you against the wall,lips never detaching,it’s messy and rushed but you love every second of it .

He pulls away and rests his forehead against yours,hot breath against your lips as he whisper

“You’re mine”

His hands are roaming under your shirt,sending tingles all over your skin as he starts to nip at your neck,you yelp when he bites down hard and soothes the pain of the now .obvious teeth mark with his tongue,then proceed to leave more purple marks toward your collarbones.

Your fingers grasp his hair, and your head rest against wall as youre panting already.

He takes off your shirt ,continuing his kisses toward your breasts then down your stomach,he looks up at you as he's on his knees in front of you,unbutonning your pants before he helps you to take them off.

Now left in only your underwear,the cool air of the room hitts your body contrasting with sicheng’s hot breath of your thigh ,who’s leaving more marks on the inside of your thighs,making your wetness drip even more.

And he notices it ,letting out a low chuckle as he looks at the damp stain on your panties.

He runs finger through your clothed fold making your squirm

”you’re so wet for me sweethearts”he smirks

”you like being marked that much?”

You dont answer too focused in his breathing hittig your clothed core.

He takes your underwear off,imediatly licking a fat stripe from your entrance to your clit,taking the nub in his mouth,circling it with his tongue alterning rolling it and licks to your entrenace.

Then he delves his tongue into you,dragging it along your walls,the squelching sounds reverbarating in the room ,making you blush but you soon don't bring yourself to care as he brings his thumb to your clit rubbing little circles that has you seeing stars within minutes and cumming all over his tongue

You curse as you regain your breath but Sicheng stands up to kiss you,making you moan as you taste yourself

“See how good you taste babydoll”

Both of you were covered in sweat and panting,you stayed like that for a while when sicheng was the first to speak

“Let's continue this in the shower”

He says winking as he takes your hand,suddenly sweet youre surprised when he leads you to the shower,pulling you in with him ,his lips connecting with yours once again.

you moan when he slips a finger inside of you,and another one as suddenly and he starts to thrust them ,curling them up ,looking for your sweet spot.You scream his name when he scissors his fingers,streching you out deliciously,you moan desperately wanting to come sbut he withdraw his fingers before you could reach your high

Hopefully they’re quickly replaced by his dick,he rubs it against your folds,making you crave for him to be inside you

“if-fuck sicheng please”

And he enters you ,pulling you flush against the shower glass.Once fully inside you ,he stays like this a bit rolling is hips against yours,making you whimper.Then he thrusts hard making yuocry out,and fucks into you hard and deep hitting all the good place inside of you,your legs turning to jelly at the force of his thrusts so you tangle your legs around his waist,his hands on your ass ,holding you in place.

“shit you feel so good ho my god”you moan out,the pleasure so intense

He groans at your words,licking behing your ear before kissng your neck and your breats ,slowing his pace down as he takes one of your nipples in his mouth.

His pace becomes more eratic amost slamming himself into you as endless moans falls from both of your lips.

“you take me so well,you were made for this cock don’t you”

He says against you making you clench around him at his words.So he leans in,close to your ear to whisper more into your ear untill you come all over length as he kisses you and says

“You’re mine and only mine now”

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fanfic-hoe · 5 years ago

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Falling Asleep On Them HCs

Summary: Just some fluffy naptime shenanigans ig lol

sorry it’s taken me a little while since i’ve posted anything but please enjoy anyways lol :)

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Daichi:

so daichi is not one to show you off

he will brag about you and he always shows you how proud he is of you and how much he loves you

but he doesn't really like to show you off

He wants to keep you all to himself for the most part

he will kiss your forehead and hold you hand if you want but other than that he’s not a huge fan of PDA

this is why when you fall asleep on his shoulder during your lunch break his face flushes a bit

as soon as he feels your head come to rest on his shoulder he looks down at you for an explanation when he sees your eyes are closed

he squeezes your hand and whispers your name and when you don’t respond he know you’re asleep

his face goes a red and he bites back a smile

suga and asahi smile, silently laughing a bit, but for the most part they’re pretty chill about it and don’t tease him too much

pretty quickly their conversation is back to normal, quieter if anything but that’s only because they wanted to let you sleep lol

however this was nearly interupted when tanaka and noya came running into the third year classrom because they had a question for dachi

but he glared at them and scared them away

just for you

lol

safest place to sleep is in his arms

10/10 would reccomend

Suga

now Suga on the other hand i feel is pretty big on pda

he loves to hold your hand

he kisses your cheek whenever you two meet up

kisses your forehead whenever you have to leave

hugs you from behing when you’re like standing in line and stuff

he’s just a very affectonate person and he does it in such a way that its not cringey

hes too cute for that

so all this being said he’s not very put off when your head falls on his shoulder when you’re sitting next to him on the bus

he’s kind of happy about it actually

he smiles and presses a soft kiss to your head

also

hes so! warm !!

and !!!

smells so !!!! heckin !!!!! good !!!!!!

definitely takes out his phone and snaps a picture because he thinks your cute

will smack anyone that tries to wake you up with his free arm

he’s just so cute

fall asleep on this boy once and you won’t be able to sleep anywhere else

Asahi

now this boy gets nervous to hold your hand

he couldn’t bring himself to kiss you for awhile because he was scared he wouldn’t be good at it and that you would hate him

pls protect him

so when you’re sitting under a tree during a break

and you pull his arm around your shoulders and curl up into his side

he almost passes out

his face is so red

he’s looking around like crazy

is he looking for help or is he looking to make sure no one’s watching ?

after awhile though when your body heat starts to warm him up and he smells your perfume/colgone and he sees how peaceful you look

he starts to like it

he’ll gently kiss your forehead and smile to himself thinking about how lucky he is to have you

fall asleep on this boy once and he won’t let you out of his arms lol

Tanaka

now we all know this one is a huge fan of pda and showing you off

his hand is always either holding yours, or in your back pocket or something like that

kisses you whenever he gets the chance

all of that

so when you two are sitting in the gym on a break and you lay down next to him and place your head in his lap

and he looks down at you and see how calm you are

his heart nearly bursts

he’s so excited that you decided to sleep on him

he whisper yells at Noya to bring his phone over

takes a million frickin pictures

sends his favorites to the team gc lol

is almost scared to touch you because he can’t bring himself to wake his precious Y/n

eventually goes quiet and just stares at you

hes like ‘wow this human is all mine. i love them so much and they love me too.’

he’s the luckiest person in the world

refuses to get up when it’s time to get back to practice until daichi makes him

pouts for the rest of practice

Nishinoya

now as much as Noya loves pda he’s actually more chill about it than you might think

he just feels like he gets you all to himself when the two of you are alone that, even though he’s holding your hand, there’s no need for it

but he’s definitely down for literally anything you want to do

you want him to keeps arms around you? a-ok

you want him to give you a kiss? why of course

you want a hug? dont even need to ask

you want it, he’ll do it no questions asked but the only thing he really does of his own accord is hold your hand

so when you pull him down onto the bench next to you so you can put your head on his shoulder he goes so soft

only blushes a little bit

‘this is why you called me over here? cute’

makes Hinata take a picture for him lol

sets it as his lock screen because you’re so darn cute

Tsukishima

now this salty piece of boy is not very affectionate

but we been knew

so if you want to so much as hold his hand you’d better be prepared with arguments and your strongest puppydog eyes or something

this boy just doesn’t see the point or appeal of all the clingy cuddly stuff

he lies when he says this of course but we let it slide for the sake of appearances

when you’re sitting with him on the bus back from Tokyo and you pull his arm around your shoulders and rest your head on his chest

his face turns into a tomato

homeboy said blood moon tings

he looks down at you and how calm you look and falls in love with you all over again

smiles just a bit

the definitely see it and tease him to heck and back

this eventually wakes you back up

much to Tsuki’s dismay

“tch nice going you guys you woke them up”

puts his headphones over your ears and puts on a playlist he made just for you before pulling your head back down to his chest

if it weren’t for the headphones you’d hear just how fast his heart was beating

please give this boy affection

he says he doesn’t want it but he’s secretly so touch starved the poor bb :(

10/10 a secret softie

Yamaguchi

now this bean is somewhat similarly Asahi’s situation

his case is not quite so severe though

like he’ll hold your hand and kiss your cheek but it’s never with out a little blush

he actually took to physical affection pretty quickly but he’s still shy about it

so when you pull up a chair next to where him and Tsukishima are sitting during lunch and then wrap your arms around his torso and lean on his shoulder

oof this boy goes very very red

Tsuki snickers at him a bit but doesn’t say anything

they keep talking tho just a little softer now

whenever you shift and he’s reminded of how your holding him he’ll stutter a bit🥺

overall just very cute times

please cuddle this boy

Kageyama

now this stiff lil mans

oof he’s so sweet but he doesn’t really know how to express it

he doesn’t really go very red whenever you take his hand in yours but he gets all the butterflies

he’s so touch starved but he doesn’tknow what to do about it so he just kinda stands right next to you until you get the hint lol

so as you can imagine when you fall asleep on him for the first time he actually does go very red for once and his heart sort of races

you definitely hear it

you’re sitting with him at a tournament and he’s just talking to Hinata about the match they’re watching when you prop your feet up on the seat in front of you and lean your head on his shoulder

he just sorta stops as his face goes red

Hinata, the lil baby oh my goodness, just kinda pesters him about it before he finally comes to and calls him a dumbass and tells him to shut up before he wakes you

slowly relaxes and grabs your hand and rubs his thumb over your knuckles

realises how much he likes being this close to you and asks for more cuddles when you’re alone

Hinata

oh my gosh this little bean

he’s so cute

he invited you to the tournament and they had just won a match against another powerhouse school

he was very excited that you were there for him and the team but for once he was actually kind of tired

so as the two of you sat, watching another match, you both kinda just feel alseep in each other 🥺

at first it was just you, he kept you up all night because he was “just too excited to sleep”

he’s such a child oh my goodness

so, as happy as you were for him, you were also ready to pass out

so you did

you took his hand and snaked your arms around his arm closest to you and put your head on his shoulder

he went a little red but he’s pretty clingy himself so it’s not really anything new

and he was tired too so he just decided to rest his head on top of yours after pressing a kiss to your forehead

the guys would’ve teased him then and there but Suga made them be quiet because “Come on guys this is the quietest he’s ever been”

so they tease him on the bus instead

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thanks so much for reading i hope you liked it! here’s som of my other stuff if you feel like it :) and please feel free to send in a request ! :)

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franklyshipping · 5 years ago

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Mistakes Are So Wonderful ~ A Jacksepticeye Ego Fanfic

THIS IS ANOTHER WONDERFUL ANONYMOUS PROMPT I RECEIVED WHICH I AM EXTREMELY EXCITED TO WRITE SOOOOO LET'S DO THIS!!!

TAGGING: @marvinleemagician @marvin-lee-magician and @robbie-lee-zombie

Robbie knew everything was going to go to plan and go okay....but he was still nervous. He trusted Marvin lots and lots because he was his awesome magical sparkly brother! Marvin had the softest hair and could make flowers and fireworks from his fingers, so that definitely made him super trustworthy in Robbie's eyes....but ah....special spells like this made Robbie nervous. He knew Marvin would do everything right....but a spell to put someone in a lee mood with the zombie himself as the subject was nervy-inducing and flustery!

'Now, are you super duper sure that you're ready? You know that you can still back out whenever you want Robster.'

Marvin smiled fondly own at his little brother, who at the moment was sat cross-legged on the magician's bed with a little smile on his face. Marvin was nervous too. I mean, what if he got something wrong? The last thing he wanted was to upset Robbie or make him sad or uncomfortable; even though Robbie eagerly volunteered for this, Marvin still wanted to be sure. Robbie loved that, he loved how loving Marvin was! His smile widened, and the little zombie resolutely nodded.

'Robbie super duper ready!' Promise!'

Marvin let out a soft laugh....then nodded with a little intake of breath as he tied his hair into a top-knot and slipped his mask down over his face; he rubbed his fingertips together as he grinned.

'Very well.....here we go....'

Robbie gasped and kept as still as he could....and Marvin performed his incantation.

'Let this sweet soul feel warmth within,

As their lips threaten to twitch and grin.

There is only one thought their mind is conjuring,

That thought of course being...relentless tickling.

They feel the need in their nerves, in their fingers and in their breaths,

The need for tickling bubbling, in their tummy's depths.

It is time to cast away all things sad and crude,

It is time to embrace....that tickling mood!'

Marvin's voice got louder on the final line of his incantation, and Robbie let out a squeak when a cascade of lilac sparks rained down upon him. He squeezed his eyes shut, already feeling giddy at seeing what was going to happen next. Robbie was quiet...Marvin was quiet. Marvin nibbled his bottom lip, approaching Robbie tentatively.

'...uh....y-you okay? How do you feel?'

Robbie opened his eyes slowly, then looked over himself, giving himself a few little pats....but then he frowned. Nothing had happened, nothing had changed at all, and Robbie couldn't help but feel disheartened.

'....Robbie....normal...'

Marvin felt like his heart was going to break when he saw how sad Robbie was with the outcome...no....no he HAD to fix this! Marvin immediately cupped Robbie's cheeks, giving them a little rub as he smiled a whispered.

'Hey, I said this spell was going to work and I meant it! We're not done yet!'

Marvin's eyes were sparkling and bright with his optimism as he kissed Robbie's forehead, before he scrambled back to his notes and started muttering to himself. Of course, Robbie smiled at Marvin's optimism, it made him feel much better. He started to feel pretty fantastic actually. Robbie could feel warmth inside him building, along with a confidence and a happiness that made him start to feel excited. His fingers twitched as the zombie's eyes darted around the room....until....they ultimately landed on Marvin.

'What was my mistake darnit, it's gotta be here....'

As Marvin rifled through his notes, Robbie looked the magician up at down with an intense stare....and with his teeth almost bared. His fingers twitched more as he spotted Marvin's pale, smooth neck....it looked so soft and inviting. Plus, as Marvin reached for more notes from his shelves of disorganised incantations, Robbie thought he was going to drool when he saw Marvin's tummy exposed, just for a moment. Robbie couldn't stop himself. He stood up....and pounced.

'C'mon c'mooon, dammit I should have let Schneeple organise all my shi-AAHHH W-WOAH ROBBIE HEY!'

Marvin was cut off from the rest of his babbling when a sudden ''attack'' from a rambunctious little undead gent caught him off guard. Robbie had practically barrelled into him and made them both tumble to the floor, and Marvin was spluttering with giddy confusion as Robbie pinned Marvin's arms to his sides. Robbie giggled and growled.

'Gooootchaaaaa....'

Marvin giggled, since he just thought Robbie was being silly and playful. The magician rolled his eyes happily.

'Yeah alright fiiiine ya got me! What's my fate?'

Marvin sighed in feigned resignation, having absolutely no idea what he'd just let himself in for. Robbie grinned an excited, toothy grin, and leant into Marvin's neck as he growled.

'Robbie....tickle....'

Marvin froze....then the realisation of what had happened hit him like a ton of bricks, or rather like a ton of teeth nibbling at his neck. Marvin should have probably used the word ''ticklish'' a few times instead of ''tickling'' in that little incantation of his....because Robbie was far away from a lee mood....he was in quite the opposite mood in fact.

'Nononono-wahahahait nohoho s-s-stahahappit!'

Marvin squeaked and tossed his head about as he felt Robbie's sharp teeth nipping up and down the side of his neck, in a diabolically tickly fashion. Marvin struggled of course, but our sweet zombie had him very well pinned down. Said zombie giggled at Marvin's words, and growled more.

'Rooobbie gooonna tiiiickle!'

Marvin squeaked and yipped at every little nip and nibble as he flushed a bright pink....this was NOT how he imagined today going. He grunted amidst his giggles as he tried hard to free his wrists, but Robbie's grip was just too strong.

'P-Pleheheheeease! C-C'mohon I-Ihi thohought yohou wahanted to behe leheheheee!'

Marvin gazed up at Robbie with wide eyes, hoping that somehow he might be able to save himself....but alas, Robbie's heart was set with a plan. A tickly plan. Specifically a plan to tickle the heck out of his favourite magical person!

'Mmmm....but nooowww want tickle! Tickle Marvy because Marvy laughter peeeerfect....'

Robbie resolutely stated, whilst blowing cool air over Marvin's neck with a big smile in place; he was really loving this. Marvin only blushed redder at hearing Robbie talk like that about him, the littlest compliments literally stayed with him for days and days. Marvin tried to avert his gaze as he mumbled very quietly and meekly, feeling flustered beyond belief.

'Sh-shuhuuush....'

Robbie grinned and giggled, finding Marvin's bashfulness ever so cute. The zombie reared up and pinned the magician's wrists under his knees with ease, his magically induced mood spurring him to be strong and eager.....eager to hear more magical mirth.

'Awwww! Heeey! Marvy no quieeeet!'

With both his hands being free, Robbie started to put them to use with scratching up a storm at Marvin's bare tummy, which made the magician buck beautifully. The magician tugged and struggled in vain, his face screwing up amidst his cackles.

'NAHAHAHA OHOMYGAHAD NAHAHAT MY TUHUHUMMY!'

Robbie giggled fondly, his lilac eyes gleaming with joy as he leant down to add tickly kisses to Marvin's tummy amidst the scratchy treatment.

'Marvy has best tickly tummy! Best tumtum!'

The apples of Marvin's cheeks were now a truly solid crimson because he did NOT need to be told that he had a fricking tickly tummy thank you very much! Marvin desperately shook his head and cried out amidst flustered snorts.

'SHUHUHUT UHUHUP AHABOHOUT MY TUHUHUMMY!'

Robbie's innocent teasing on the whole was frankly unbearable for Marvin...but ah, that didn't mean Robbie was going to stop. The zombie in question smirked against Marvin's skin, nuzzles and scribbles being bestowed on Marvin's tummy as Robbie cooed.

'Can't make Robbie! Tickly Marvy can't make Robbie shuuuush!'

Marvin's cackles got louder as he thrashed harder.

'YOHOHOU'RE MEHEHEEEAN!!'

Robbie giggled at Marvin's wails, adoring how ticklish Marvin was and how stunningly tender his ticklish tummy felt! It was so soft and fun to play with...which is of course all Robbie was doing with it, honestly Robbie didn't see why Marvin was making such a fuss over a little playtime!

'Marvy drama queeeeen!'

Marvin gasped and spluttered in the wake of Robbie's cheeky smile and words.

'AHAHAHAM NAHAHAT!!'

Robbie snickered, and had a little mercy since he knew Marvin needed to breathe....but he still retorted right back....maturely.

'Are toooo!'

Marvin pouted at that, his struggles being much weaker now as he focused his energies on recovery from the tummy onslaught. Marvin also looked up at Robbie pleadingly, hoping that the magic mishap was going to wear off sooner rather than later.

'Pleheeease n-noho more tickles....'

.....Marvin was so adorable. It was all Robbie could fathom. All he could focus on was how cute and gaspy Marvin was after that last bout of tickling, and on how pink and shivery Marvin's belly now was. Robbie adored Marvin's current state, and had no intention of finishing this so soon.

'But Marvy....tickles is fun, you like fun, don't you Marvy?'

Robbie's eyes twinkled amidst his purr, and with Robbie sporting a rather sly smile, Marvin found himself gulping and stuttering....Robbie was pretty intimidating.

'P-P-Please have m-mercy, y-you c-can tickle me t-tomorrow j-just please have mercy n-now....'

Bartering like this was Marvin's last hope....but alas, it was not to be. Robbie merely giggled, kissed Marvin's nose, and then proceeded to shake his head like a naughty kid.

'Robbie gonna tickle....and tickle....and tickle....'

Marvin whined and squirmed, the way Robbie speaking giving him flustered goose-bumps as the zombie playfully turned to face away from the magician. Robbie did a full 180, keeping Marvin's arms pinned with his legs as Robbie then lay on his front on Marvin's legs....so he could blow cool air over the tops of Marvin's feet. The reaction was instantaneous.

'R-ROBBIE NO D-DON'T YOU DARE DON'T YOU DARE GEHET ME THEHERE!'

Marvin squeaked loudly as his struggling became renewed, his giggling already bubbling out as his hyper-sensitive feet twitched. They were so deathly ticklish and Marvin knew he couldn't handle the tickling that Robbie was going to give him! Robbie of course was excited to have this gold-mine of a tickle spot aaaall to himself, happily nuzzling the tops of Marvin's feet now as he traced the soles.

'Soooft tickly feeeet!'

Marvin gasped and squealed over Robbie's croon, descending into hysterical giggles as his feet wiggled and scrunched with true desperation.

'NAHAT MY FEHEET! IHIHI'LL DOHO AHANYTHING!!'

Marvin wasn't kidding either, he literally would have done almost anything....but ah Robbie, being the little tickle monster he was, merely giggled.

'Marvy can laugh!'

....fuck. Robbie was scratching at Marvin's soles now, and given that his nails were rather sharp, this instantly made Marvin transition from hysterical giggles to hysterical, high pitched, wide mouthed, wide eyed laughter.

'NAHAHAHAHA RAHAHAHAAAAB!!'

Full words and such were taking a short vacation from Marvin's repertoire it seems, which only made Robbie even happier as he peeked behind him to look upon his victim, as he let out more joyful, evil giggles. Robbie could practically feel all of Marvin's nerves reacting to his tickling, it was such a magnificent feeling!.

'Robbie likes tickly Marvy....Robbie might keep Marvy....'

Well if Marvin hadn't been blush central before then he certainly was now. Marvin's face and neck were completely red as the poor, teary-eyed, messy-haired magician thrashed and tugged at his poor feet....but nothing helped. All he could do was beg and beg.

'NOHOHOHO NOHO PLEHEASE PLEHEHEHEASE YOHOU CAHAHAHAAAN'T!!'

Robbie moved his scratching nails to the balls of Marvin's feet as he replied tauntingly.

'Robbie can Robbie caaaan!'

....Marvin actually thought he was going insane. He was now screaming with laughter as he felt scratch after scratch after scratch against the scrunched balls of his feet and he couldn't take it. His laughter was as loud as it had ever been, now interspersed with coughs too.

'PLEHEHEHAHAHA-AHAH!!!'

At this point, Robbie's eyes immediately widened with concern as he stopped the tickling and hurried to shuffle off of Marvin. Robbie knew many things, but one thing he knew specifically was that generally speaking, coughs were NOT good. Robbie gulped also when he saw Marvin hugging himself and gasping....what if he'd stopped too late?

'....R-Robbie s-sorry Robbie s-so so so sorry.....'

Robbie whispered, terrified that he'd done too much tickling and hurt Marvin in some way. He was happily surprised though when the magician carefully sat up, grinned at him, and softly cupped his face in his gloved hands. Marvin was nowhere near being any kind of hurt, and Marvin was intent on making sure that Robbie knew that.

'H-Hehey....hey Ihi'm okay, yohou may be an ehevil little tickle monster, but I AM Marvin the Magnificent! I can withstand anything!'

Robbie gasped with relief and immediately gave Marvin a tight hug, which Marvin eagerly reciprocated as the zombie mumbled happily into the magician's shoulder.

'Marvin the mostest magnificent magic man! Spell was so good, felt good!'

Marvin grinned bashfully, bowing his head a little as they both parted from the hug. Hearing that from Robbie really helped Marvin not to feel bad about his mistake, genuinely.

'Well I'm glad! Now, let's see if we can figure out a ticklee spell together, sound good?'

Robbie nodded excitedly, and then they got to work. After all, you can only get things truly right if you get things wrong a few times....plus....when you have those who you love, and who love you too.

HOPE YOU GUYS LIKED THIS FIC LEMME KNOW IF YA DID WOOOHOOOO LUV YOUS XX

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just-some-random-blogger · 6 years ago

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Welcome To The Jungle

EXO Park Chanyeol & Oh Sehun Characters: Park Chanyeol, Oh Sehun, Kim Minseok (Xiumin), Byun Baekhyun, Kim Jongdae (Chen) Summary: Chanyeol decides to go to the Amazon on his vacation week. Once there, be meets an exasperated safari tour guide called Sehun... amongst others... Word Count: 1k+ Warnings: BISH ITS CRACK TURN AWAY NOW IF YOU CANT & DONT

A/N: If you wanna know why, then you should know while my exams, I HAD MINSEOK DANCING TO TEMPO LIKE A BISH IN MY HEAD THE WHOLE TIME LET ME LIVE GDAM

This was such a long time coming UGHHHHHH

i cant believe

“Annyeong!” Chanyeol grinned brightly, bowing 90 degrees to the equally tall man wearing the khaki uniform he was expecting him to wear. Chanyeol was so giddy, he looked like an over-overgrown child; his hands were on either strap of his backpack, and was rolling back and forth on his feet. “I was so excited when I heard my tour guide was from Korea! How long have you been working here?”

The man with lopsided lips blinked, “Long enough to want out.”

Chanyeol burst into bright laughter, making the other pull his face in equally as much disgust as annoyance. The man on the job clenched his fist tightly and did everything in his power not to roll his eyes. He forced a smile and spoke with no conviction whatsoever, “Welcome, sir, to the most spectacular safari you will ever have the privilege to be on.”

Chanyeol broke into the largest grin at his words nonetheless.

“My name is tour guide Oh Sehun and I’ll be showing you the wonders of the amazon today.”

Chanyeol nearly squealed and Sehun finally backed away. “C’mon,” the tour guide said, proceeding to walk towards his ranger jeep, “the sooner we leave, the sooner we get back.”

Chanyeol wasted not a second and ran towards the vehicle, sitting in the front seat, buckling himself in before Sehun even gave instruction. Sehun rubbed his nape and breathed out hot air, “That brat. He was probably spoiled as a child. He has no manners at all.”

Once Sehun was eye’s view of what Chanyeol was doing, he couldn’t even tell his client off because he put the complicated seat belt on without any help. Sehun knit his brows deeply and stuffed himself to the driver’s seat beside him, securing himself in quickly. “Is this your first safari?”

“It’s my third, actually.”

Sehun couldn’t help but scoff out a chuckle, to which Chanyeol thought innocently as an impressed laugh, so he continued, “Yeah, the first time I went on one was on my birthday two years ago.”

Sehun was uninterested, and yet he found himself asking one last question, out of sheer formality. He started the car and grunt when it didn’t open. He turned to Chanyeol, “How old were you?”

“24.”

Sehun, who had been fussing with the engine, whipped his head to Chanyeol’s direction just as the jeep hummed, confirming its ignition. This bastard’s was my age two years ago, Sehun thought gripping the steering wheel tightly. How sad. “Hold on tight, hyungnim. The road is bumpy.”

The jeep whooshed forward, heading deep into the thick jungle before them, stirring Chanyeol’s insides in excitement. The man with messy hair had his adrenaline pumping. He held a big grin. He couldn’t let Sehun’s statement go unnoticed however, “I’m older than you?”

Unfortunately for you, “Yes.” Sehun answered simply, shifting the stick.

“Waaaah, I have a cool dongsaeng. Cool.”

Sehun upper lip rose out of instictive disgust, which involuntarily prompted him to drive faster. Chanyeol took full advantage of this and raised his hands up in the air, cheering, as if he was on a roller coaster ride. Sehun growled at his actions, proceeding to shout at the man, “Babo-ya! Do you want to get your arms cut off?!”

“MWO? I CAN’T HEAR YOU!” Chanyeol shouted back, louder, not even bothering to put his arms down or stop his obnoxious howling.

If he fucking wakes the tribe, I swear to--

At this point, they were met with a rocky road that was near a very shallow river. It made Sehun drive a little bit more cautiously, and Chanyeol finally keep his hands to himself and hold on to the handle bars.

The jeep came to a stop as they got to furthest the jeep could take them.

Sehun swiftly removed his seat belt in one motion and jumped out, turning to a struggling Chanyeol. He smirked at him and cleared his throat, “This way... hyung.” he placed his hand behind his back and started walking off, “You have to move quickly if you want to see the animals.”

Once Chanyeol was free from his restrictions, he wasted no time and jumped out of the vehicle. He jogged up behind Sehun who was already walking off. He didn’t notice that Sehun had pulled out a longish knife with him, you know, the ones to chop off leaves and branches and stuff.

Chanyeol pulled out his camera and took pictures with a smile. Sehun finally turned back at him and sighed, “Right. You’re gonna wanna not do that when there are animals around. They have very acute senses of hearing and event he sound of a camera shutter can scare them away, some birds especially.”

The man behind the tour guide lowers his device and nodded slowly. “Oh, gwenchana. Real life experiences are better than pictures anyway.”

Sehun rolled his eyes.

The two continued walking and Chanyeol eventually strided next to Sehun.

“Watch your step, hyung. Some objects on the ground seem--” before Sehun could finish his sentence, Chanyeol stepped on quite a big rock and went wobbling forward, “--invisible.”

Lucky for Chanyeol, he was quick enough to suppost himself, and Sehun had enough heart in him to grab his arm and prevent him from falling. The later of the two did bother hiding the roll of his eyes, the former smiled and spoke a thank you.

“There,” Sehun pointed, “do you see? It’s a toucan.”

“Waaaah,” shutter proceeded by flapping of wings.

Sehun pursed his lips and threw Chanyeol a nasty look. Chanyeol showed his teeth, “Mianhe.”

Sehun released a breath, “Whatever... your loss anyway.”

The two moved not much forward and came across another bird. Unfortunately before Sehun could identify what it was exactly, Chanyeol scared it away by his giggling this time.

The trip continued on, exasperating at Sehun’s end, and excitingly frustrating on Chanyeol’s end, because he kept unintentionally scaring a bunch of animals away. On the bright side, a stick insect thought his shoulder cool. Chanyeol felt bad however that he panicked when it started moving to his neck and swatted it, swiftly ending its life.

At this point, Sehun thinks Chanyeol could even scare away a tiger if they ever come across one, or maybe even a band of gorillas.

Chanyeol started talking about his life in Seoul somewhere between Sehun’s how-much-nicer-it’d-be-not-to-know and thanks-for-boring-me-half-to-death.

Apparently he was a photographer.

How charming.

“-- but then I decided I would much rather do something I wanted, thus I went to another company and ditched the millions of won I--” “Shut up.” Sehun spat out.

Chanyeol pulled his head back in suprise and utter offence. “Mwo-”

“Shhhhh.” Sehun raised a hand and stopped in his tracks, “something’s here.”

For a moment the two stayed perfectly still, and nothing but the jungle spoke. Sehun clenched his jaw, dreading the gut feeling in him. He licked his lips and heard a rustle from his left. Not late after, Chaneyol saw the leaves move. He went reeling towards Sehun, clutching his arm. Sehun hissed, “You woke the tribe. Great.”

The man was small, but he looked furious.

“T-the tribe? Wh--”

“Maehokjeogin neon lovely”

Chanyeol started waking backwards, hiding behing Sehun’s shadow, grapsing onto his biceps. Sehun hissed and shook him off, “They’re doing their tribe chant, it means they won’t attack us yet.”

”Yet?” the other repeated, nervous.

Teum eopsi jopyeojin geori Bulgyuchikaejineun heartbeat Jamsi nuneul gama trust me.”

Chanyeol tilted his head at what he heard, “Is… is that… Korean?”

Sehun rolled his eyes and shoved him back, “If you want to live to—“ but the tour guide couldn’t finish his argument for there was suddenly a loud screech from the bushes, making Chanyeol yelp and jump into Sehun’s personal space.

Sehun shoved him off, but Chanyeol only recoiled back into his place.

There was a spear by the bushes, both of them could easily tell. Whoever it was was heading for them at an eerily slow pace.

“Are they barbarians? CANNIB—“ “Shut up, and do not raise your voice. It only excites them to know you’re scared.” Sehun cut Chanyeol off. The latter gulped.

Then suddenly, there was a battle-cry like scream and the hair Chanyeol’s skin stood up.

From in front of them emerged at small, mud painted man, wearing a skirt made of leaves and a rock necklace. He looked enraged, his chest was heaving and his already narrow were narrowed. His mangled hair and rock pointed spear made him look intimidating… but not to them, not to anyone sane. In fact, Chanyeol was now just… confused.

Sehun huffed and rolled his eyes.

The tourist leaned to his guide and whispered, “Is he—“ “Yes. Just…” Sehun sighed, “let me handle this.”

Sehun walked over to the man in his normal pace, making the man point his speak at him. “You have upset the jungle.” the shorter one spoke.

“Upset the jungle? Or you and Baekhyun hyung?”

“HIS NAME IS TA!”

Chanyeol pulled his head back and Sehun rolled his eyes, “Minseok hyung, you should head back—“

“MY NAME IS POZI, CITY BOY!” Pozi, or to Sehun and the rest of the world, Minseok shouted at the man, slamming the end of his spear on the ground repeatedly.

Chanyeol decided to speak up at this point. “Jjangkkaman, you’re not a native?”

Sehun cursed Chanyeol’s stupidity and Minseok turned to him, “Native by heart.”

“Hmp, you know what, this is above my pay grade, we should just—“ but yet again, Sehun was cut short.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA” someone screamed in and jumped on Chanyeol’s back. Chanyeol was quick to jolt him off however, and he shuddered the way he did when a bug crawled on him.

The man, who looked similar to Minseok, fumed in anger as well.

Chanyeol looked at him like spoiled pizza.

Sehun turned to Chanyeol. “They’re on drugs.”

The newly arrived mud covered man growled, “We are not!”

Sehun nodded his head in full disagreement.

“Baekhyun hyung, you’re wearing mud and leaves. Also, you pretend to be primitive but I caught you making a campfire and roasting marshmallows. Where’d you even get that?”

Minesok spoke, “The jungle provides.”

“Actually, I gave them that.” A separate voice chimed in, and soon a man in attire similar to Sehun’s appeared.

“I’m so sorry these two interrupted your tour,” the man spoke to an utterly confused Chanyeol, stretching his hand out to him. “Kim Jongdae. Biologist and meteorologist,” he introduced, shaking Chanyeol’s hand.

“Uh, Park Chanyeol… photographer?”

The two broke away and Sehun crossed his arms.

“These two, believe it or not, are actually my associates. They believe doing this makes them better scientists.” Jongdae explained, making Chanyeol nod his head as if it was now suddenly perfectly normal, perfectly understandable.

“That seems cool.” Chanyeol spoke.

Sehun pulled a face.

Baekhyun quipped, “Do you want to join our tribe?”

“Ya! I will not have you pull a Jongin here!” Jongdae scolded.

“Kai joined voluntarily.” Minseok spoke.

“Jong-in, his name is J o n g i n!”

Sehun huffed, “Ye, it’s been fun. Let’s go back now Chanyeol.” Chanyeol suddenly frowned, “Mwo? But they just got here.”

Sehun shot him a look, “So you’re staying.”

Chanyeol was silent. Minseok and Baekhyun cheered and started doing their chant again. Chanyeol turned to Jongdae, who was shaking his head in disagreement.

He pursed his lips, “Alright. I’ll go with you Sehun-ie.”

Jongdae let out a breath of relief.

Sehun scoffed and started walking off, “Don’t call me that.”

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ENMY Chapter 89 - Fourth Crusade (Part One)

Chapter Synopsis: The Kingdom of Vacuo is about to enter its most daunting challenge since its conception. Salem is launching the Fourth Crusade. A war to end some of Remnant’s greatest warriors, including Team ENMY. Assistance from Atlas is on its way, but will the Fleet arrive in time to make a difference?

Only one thing is certain. Whatever happens in Vacuo will echo the events to come for the rest of Remnant.

Series Synopsis: Team RWBY is disbanded, and Yang must find herself new allies. For her, that might very well be yesterday’s enemies. Joining up with the likes of Emerald, Mercury, and Neo, the four will comprise Team Enemy(ENMY).

Links to read the series: Ao3 or FF.net

Or hit the jump below

Fourth Crusade (Part One)

Well, I looked my demons in the eyes, laid bare my chest,

Said, “Do your best. Destroy me. You see, I’ve been to hell and back so many times, I must admit,

You kind of bore me.”

“Have you finished relaying the situation?” Temujin asked.

“Ran your people the basic play by play,” Emerald answered. “Cuckoos gone, some of their loved ones gone, hordes of Grimm, plus, a giant freakin’ butterfly making a beeline for us.”

“Moth.”

“What?”

“It’s a moth.”

“Right. Behemoth. I get it.”

“Have you modified their emotions?”

“Tweaked them just a touch. They were as angry as you wanted them to be and ready to war without it.”

“That will do. Wake them. And connect my thoughts to theirs.”

“From sweet dreams to full-blown nightmare. This is gonna be a scene.”

As the mental connection secured, Temujin stepped onto the balcony of the Hanging Gardens. She sat on her small stool, and took her familiar horse-fiddle in her hands. As she touched the bow to the strings, her throat opened and she drew strength from her diaphragm.

Another tragedy to carve in these old bones one last time.

One last burden.

One last sin.

Temujin bore her soul bare to the untethered sun and the desert’s hot air.

Answer me, one last time.

My Kingdom of Blades.

A low, soulful song reverberated into the skies above Vacuo. Its volume began low, but slowly and surely, its melody became a crescendo that shook the heavens. The citizens roused to its sound. The voice of their Great Khan, the voice of their Kingdom. It called them to arms.

I failed you.

I deceived you.

I betrayed the Code I set for you all.

But will you answer me once more?

If this is our end, will we stand together?

How will we march into the darkness?

With fear?

Or will it be with Wrath in our hearts?

A single command coursed through the minds of her people. A pure emotion of most unmitigated rage. A sweltering draught that drowned away their sorrows.

All across the city, the citizens of Vacuo stirred. They stood tall with their chests out. Their weapons drawn and raised high.

“An Eye for an Eye.”

X X X X X

Despite the conference room in Atlas HQ being something the size of a small theater, all its occupants were struck silent. None could watch the floating projection, and not be horrified by what was displayed.

Finally, a lone, timid voice spoke what they were all thinking.

“They’re doomed.”

The digital map zoomed out to show the Vacuo capital and its surrounding lands. Rounding to hit the city from the North and South were hosts of Grimm almost twice the city’s size A flood of red markers filled the edges of the map, but the more imminent threat was displayed by the monstrous Behemoth flying directly from the West.

Murmurs began flooding the room. Mutterings of disbelief and fear rose with a rising tide.

“How can that many Grimm be controlled?”

“If something like that attacked us, would the Aegis and Javelin System be enough?”

“We should order our Fleet back. Strengthen our defenses here.”

“It’s all over for them.”

A hand slammed loudly onto the table. Cinder’s furious gaze silenced the room and brought order to the staff.

“How far is the reinforcement Fleet?” she asked.

None made a move.

“How far are they?!”

They all jumped, and one officer rapidly tapped her tablet.

“Still a day’s flight, ma’am! Twenty hours estimated!”

“Is there any way to shorten the travel time for the remaining distance?”

“They could possibly cut down a few hours by traveling at maximum thrust. However, that would only be possible for a small portion of the Fleet.”

“…”

“It would be advised not to separate—”

“I know that!” Cinder shouted in exasperation.

“……Ma’am, I think we should consider withdrawing the reinforcements.”

The Black Queen offered no response to the suggestion. She remained quiet, studying the scales and balances in her head. There was a tough call to make in this. The future of Atlas, and more importantly Remnant’s, would hinge on the actions she took now.

We didn’t expect Salem’s resources to be so extensive.

Can Vacuo hold until the Fleet arrives?

Even with the little aces up our sleeves, the chances of victory are too low to entertain.

Initiating the fight with Salem backfired.

No, it would have been worse to wait. At least, the Cuckoos have been removed from the board.

Is the situation still salvageable?

…

The smart move would be to recall our forces.

By the time they arrive, Vacuo will likely be overrun to a point they cannot recover.

…

Team ENMY must be evacuated.

Cinder looked up to the officer-in-waiting.

“Sortie the light-traveling transport marked Swordfish ahead to retrieve—”

“Belay that order.”

Cinder turned in surprise to Weiss’ sudden interruption. Her surprise quickly transitioned to smoldering fury.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“We aren’t sure Vacuo is lost yet,” Weiss answered.

“With all due respect, my fellow Queen, Vacuo can’t possibly hold out against that,” Cinder motioned to the projection. “Not until reinforcements arrive, and even then, the chances of victory are too small to consider.”

“We need to contact Team ENMY.”

“We will give them the order to evacuate—and they will follow it.”

“Cinder…”

“…What?”

The Black Queen squinted, as the White leaned closer to speak loud enough so only they could hear.

“You know, better than I, the things Team ENMY is capable of.”

“I do,” Cinder nodded. “They can perform the impossible given the right circumstances. With adequate preparation and strong mental grit, they can and will perform outside expectation. But what Salem has brought to the board is completely out of their depth.”

“I want to hear what they have to report first.”

“And we shall, but do not hold out hope.”

“At this point, hope might be all we have.”

Cinder went quiet for a moment.

“I detest the idea of abandoning our allies more than you would believe, and this miscalculation frustrates me to no end—but we cannot afford to be stubborn at this juncture. I thought you were smarter than this.”

“I doubt we can outsmart the Witch, if that’s what we’ve been trying to do.”

“…”

“She’s had decades to prepare and plan and manipulate the variables, Cinder. We can’t win that way.”

Weiss’ words rung deep with the Black Queen. It was a thought she fought hard to abate, but seeing the might Salem brought live on the projection, Cinder could only face the truth. If this was a chess game, it wasn’t fair to begin with. The Witch had too many pieces from the start and moved several times before her first turn came.

It was enough to dishearten anyone.

But that was not what Cinder saw when she met her coregent’s eyes.

“…What are you thinking?” she couldn’t help but utter, almost disbelievingly.

“I’m not sure myself,” Weiss shook her head. “I think we have a choice, Cinder. It’s the choice you and I have been dreading without really knowing what it was.”

“…”

“I can feel it. We have to make a stand here. We have to.”

“…Is that your head speaking, or your heart, I wonder?”

“Both.”

“Very well, Weiss. We will delay ordering the retreat.”

Weiss blinked in surprise.

“Really?”

“As I said before, your counsels are always welcome. No matter how naïve or ludicrous they may be.”

“Hmph!”

Seeing her fellow Queen pout brought a slight smile, as well as lighten Cinder’s mood. She turned to the adjutant and gave the following order,

“Mobilize all the light transports. Few reinforcements sooner are better than none too late. Have the rest of the Fleet maintain course. Inform Trafalgar and Ironwood of the situation and our decision.”

“Ma’am, yes ma’am,” the officer saluted, and tapped at her tablet.

“And open a direct channel with Team ENMY in real time. Priority one.”

“Ma’am, it will take some time to construct a secure line.”

“It doesn’t need to be encrypted. I don’t care if Temujin eavesdrops on our conversation.”

“Yes, ma’am. Right away.”

Cinder breathed a quiet sigh and glanced at Weiss beside her.

“This is quite the gambit, my Queen.”

“You could have overruled me easily. You are, as you’re so fond of reminding me, director of all affairs military.”

“Indeed. But if I had to say…”

“I also think, a stand must be made.”

X X X X X

The throne room of the Hanging Gardens was instantly converted into a war room. Various communication equipment had been rigged around the chamber to coordinate their armies.

Ilia was busy giving sortie orders to the city wall’s hangars and garages to mobilize airships and other modes of transport. Nai had left earlier to join the battalion heading North. Minerva was dividing her students between those transported to the safety bunkers and those who would join the battle in the South.

Meanwhile, Temujin, the Rakis siblings, and Team ENMY had their attentions concentrated on the bigger picture.

“You’re sending an awful lot of your people to cover the armies at the flanks,” Emerald commented.

“Yes,” Temujin answered simply.

“But Behemoth was going to hit the city first. You want to take the fight to the other fronts, outside the walls.”

“Yes.”

“We were supposed to be locking down siege defense after we got rid of the Cuckoos.”

“We were.”

A tense silence filled the atmosphere.

“……You’re abandoning the city?” she whispered low.

Temujin didn’t give Emerald an answer. She rechecked how Vacuo’s military was being divvied up. It appeared none of the staff officers noticed how none of their forces were being devoted to Behemoth. The only way that was possible was if…

Emerald felt the stares of the Rakis siblings on her. Mouse and Knives were the most senior commanders just below Temujin. Minerva and Nai weren’t around, hands full with their own tasks.

“You knew you would have to abandon the city?” Emerald asked, remembering the Precognition Semblance the siblings had. “This was a future you guys saw?”

Mouse and Knives nodded slightly.

“So, what?! We went through with Operation Gun Dog for nothing?”

“It served its purpose. We also believed it might cause a deviation in the future they saw,” Temujin explained. “But it seems our gamble did not pay off on that venture.”

“Great! Thanks for clueing us in this late in the game. We knew Salem’s army wasn’t fucking around, but the wonder siblings didn’t see that big ass, Mothra-fucker coming?”

“The Witch did well to hide it. If you studied the material on our Grimm, you know Behemoth was outside expectation.”

“Yeah, it’s only in its adult form seven days out of the whole year. It also works on a strict timeclock, so you spawn-kill it as soon as it hatches out of its cocoon, far away from the any settlement.”

“There were measures to exterminate it months from now. In the worst case, we would have waited until it exhausted its lifespan.”

“Looks like there’s a new worst case now.”

“It is near impossible to defeat in fair, open ground. If the brunt of our forces were used to counter it, there would be nothing left when Salem’s main army arrived.”

“FUCK!”

Emerald continued to trade glares from Temujin to the large moth taking up the monitors. Poisonous powders spread beneath the Grimm’s shadow. Its toxins carried into the gusts of its wings. Once in a while, a few scales would drop from its body, unrolling into giant, armored caterpillars.

In addition to its other absurd traits, the Grimm possessed one other ability.

“You guys see any new visions of the future?” Emerald asked.

“…Yes,” Mouse squeaked out an answer.

“Let me guess. If you kept all your people behind the walls, and concentrated your attacks on Behemoth, it would’ve suicide bombed the city.”

Upon the Grimm’s death, it shed all of its scales, which caused an unfathomable amount of carnage in the surrounding environment. It was another reason the Vacuo military tried to lessen the damage by disposing it elsewhere.

“Salem won’t waste time. She’ll have it belly flop the city anyway,” Emerald bit her thumbnail. “That’s what I’d do. It’s too slow to wipe a good percent of a moving army, but it can level a lot of your standing fortifications. Salem’s trying to weaken the siege defense for the later game.”

“We have come to similar conclusions.”

“Any chance we can bring it down before it gets inside the walls?” Emerald continued to press.

“My sister and I foresaw something else, which our scouts have since then confirm.”

Mouse touched a nearby monitor and enhanced the image on the screen. Zoomed onto the back of Behemoth was a small army of Grimm. The groups seemed to be crowding something at their center like a shield wall. When the image was further enhanced, Team ENMY saw what was there.

A few of the Grimm Clan Leaders were identified. Camlann, Azkaban, and Combine were commanding their brethren from afar, while riding Behemoth’s back. The combination of area effects between Azkaban and Combine alone were enough to deter any real resistance. Their abilities were much more potent than the average Cuckoo or Daemontor, and their effect radiuses even wider so.

“…Crap. Then, what’s the plan?” Yang spoke up. “You guys do have a plan, right?”

Temujin looked to her goddaughter strangely, and sighed.

“A course of action is in place. Behemoth will be allowed to detonate within the city. After its death, our armies will retreat back behind whatever is left of the fortifications and initiate siege defense as planned.”

Yang threw Temujin an accusatory look.

“But the other citizens…!”

“Some will survive.”

“More will die!!!”

“Our warriors will fight all the harder.”

“You can’t be serious!”

Just then, Yang felt the oxygen empty from her lungs. She coughed violently from Temujin’s sudden activation of her territorial Semblance.

“I am deadly serious, my foolish goddaughter. It is the only way my people will survive.”

“By offering some of them on a silver platter…!” Yang forced her voice through. “I didn’t know you had such an ego…! I didn’t know you were so cold…!”

“You have no idea.”

“You’d sacrifice anything to win! What makes you so different from Salem?!”

“…Not much I suppose.”

“Bullshit!!!” Yang turned, and stormed from the throne room. Her team followed after.

Once ENMY was gone, Temujin bade a forlorn gaze to Knives and Mouse. Both were positively fuming and biting the edges of their lips to keep silent.

Good job holding back, you two.

We can’t have them staying behind, if they knew the truth.

Yang is right, though.

I would sacrifice anything to win…

Even myself.

X X X X X

As Yang stomped angrily out into the hall, her team caught up to her—right as she punched a hole through the nearby wall.

“Yang,” Emerald said with a hint of disappointment.

“I know what you’re going to say, Em.”

“Yeah, well. I’m going to say it anyway. Temujin’s making the right call.”

“I don’t know about ‘right’.”

“Either some die, or they all die together. Minus one is better than minus a hundred. The math isn’t hard to figure.”

“Or, we can make it’s minus zero.”

Yang stared at Emerald meaningfully, while the team leader narrowed her brow in return.

“Yang…”

“We can bring down Behemoth, Em.”

“Not after the gas we just spent on Operation Gun Dog. Not in time, anyway.”

“We can do it.”

Emerald held her head like she was massaging a migraine.

“Do I have to remind you how this is supposed to work? We frontload our hand on Operation Gun Dog. THEN, we rest a tic to recover what we spent. And only after, do we actually get in on the real fight with Salem’s army.”

“Except there’s no time to rest, because Behemoth is going to cannonball the city! We’re the only ones with enough firepower and mobility to stop it!”

“Alright. So tell me, what happens when we burn ourselves down to the felt taking down Behemoth—which is a little more than an impossible ask, by the way? You think Salem’s gonna pass up the chance to ghost us while we’re catching breaths in-between suicide missions? We know a certain somebody won’t.”

“We have to, Em! Innocent people will die!”

“You and I both know the safety bunkers might hold up,” Emerald crossed her arms with a suspecting stare.

“We don’t know that,” Yang argued back.

“Some of them will.”

“A lot of them won’t!”

“Yang.”

“What?!”

“I should be asking you that.” Emerald stepped close to Yang’s face. “What’s with you? Since when were you so touchy about people dying?”

“Since always!”

“No, not when we had to fight on Dracul. Not when we were making enemies in Vale. And definitely, not when we were taking over Atlas. I mean, you did, but not like this. So, what gives?”

Yang gave Emerald a long, pleading look, before answering.

“…Because this was our chance to do some good.”

“…”

“Hehe…! Stupid me, right?” she chuckled sadly. “After all the shady things we’ve done, I just wanted to do some good—some actual, honest good. Save lives instead of being the reason people lost them. Guess I should’ve known better.”

“Yang.”

“I know, Em.”

“It’s not how our team does things.”

“Yeah. We’re the enemy. We attack. Protecting and saving people isn’t our rep.”

“I’m…sorry.”

“No. Nothing to be sorry about.” Yang gave a vague shake of her head. “I’ll get my game straight in a second. Just let me know when we’re moving out of the city. Till then, I’ll take a rest. Gotta refill the reserves, right?”

As the girl dragged her feet off with drooping shoulders, Neo braced her waist with a comforting hand. Together, they went to look for a private room. Emerald and Mercury were left alone in the hallway.

“…Don’t say anything,” Emerald said, after a time.

“What?” Mercury put his hands up innocently. “I wasn’t going to say anything.”

“Stop. You go weak whenever Yang pulls that ‘puppy dog that just got kicked’ look.”

“More like, ‘you just kicked that puppy dog’s dreams’ look, but same difference.”

“UGH!”

“What are we gonna do?”

“What do you mean?! I just said what we were going to do!”

“Yeah…but what are we really going to do?”

Emerald glared fiercely at Mercury’s passively waiting demeanor. The staring contest lasted for a couple of unblinking seconds.

“AAARRRGGHHH!!! DAMMIT! FUCK!!!” the team leader vented her curses.

“You’re getting softer, boss.”

“And who’s fault is that?! Stupid, moral, nobility craphat. Annoying, blonde, bullshit, punchy…”

As Emerald continued to mutter endless profanities under her breath, her scroll gave a soft ring.

“Welp, saw this coming.” She coughed to clear her throat, before answering. As soon as the line went live, Emerald tried to make her tone as professional as possible. “Let me guess, we’re being ordered to ditch Vacuo?”

“…The matter isn’t finalized,” Cinder’s voice came from the other end. “There is no shame for you and your team to retreat.”

“Yeah, I’ll say. Shit’s not about to just hit the fan here, it’s going to—am I on speaker?”

“Yes.”

“Whole room?”

“Fortunately, only Weiss and myself.”

“Great.”

“Your report.”

“It’s bad, Cinder. Real bad. I know you probably have an idea, but it’s nowhere close to what we’re seeing here.”

“So, Vacuo is lost?”

Emerald thought for a moment.

“……These people are strong,” she gave an uneasy laugh. “I saw Salem’s army with my own eyes—it’s like signs of the freakin’ apocalypse! But these people, they want to fight. They will die fighting.”

“You cannot let their behavior influence your own.”

“I know, I’m trying to say something different. Cinder, Vacuo is worth saving. We shouldn’t abandon them. We need them on our side.”

“They are that valuable an asset?”

“They are. This alliance is the most important investment Atlas needs to make.”

“Sounds like a sales pitch. Tell me what truly whispers in your heart.”

“…” Emerald braced a hand to her chest. “Team ENMY is going to take down Behemoth.”

“So soon after your previous mission?”

“I know we were supposed to take a power nap before the next big fight, but you see that thing.”

“You intend to accomplish this by yourselves?”

“Temujin’s diverting all her forces to the North and South.”

“She plans to forfeit the city. A calculated choice.”

“We’ll manage.”

“This is reckless,” Cinder ended with a short pause. “What would you do if I ordered you from doing so?”

“……I’ll always listen to you, Cinder. If you tell me to take my team, and get the hell out of Vacuo, I’ll do it. I’ll drag Yang back, even if she hates me. You say the word, I’ll listen. Always.”

“…”

“But I’m asking you to trust me. Let me make this call. My team can swing this.”

For a moment, Emerald swore she heard Cinder’s breath stifle with emotion. A second later, the other spoke again.

“You are ordered to return to me,” the Black Queen commanded almost angrily. “Alive and in one piece—but at a time of your choosing.”

“I promise!” Emerald answered quickly. “I promise I’ll come back!”

“Hmph. You are aware any infidelity towards your Queen’s orders incurs the highest of penalties.”

“Don’t I know it.”

“So, how do you plan to perish the creature?”

“…”

“Emerald?”

“I have an idea.”

“So, speak it.”

“You guys might not like it.”

“……Speak it.”

Emerald took a searing deep breath between her teeth.

“We might have to use a couple of the aces we’ve been banking.”

X X X X X

A few miles south of the capital, Vacuo’s military made first contact with the Grimm army. The battalion was tasked with eliminating the enemy’s first wave and slowing their advance towards the city. A part of them knew it would be no easy task.

But they did not know how difficult it would be until they saw the head of the horde.

“My, aren’t these some familiar faces?” the cold voice lingered.

While countless Grimm smashed into the lines of Vacuo’s warriors, a smaller battle was waged in the midst of chaos.

“Tai!” Glynda called.

“I know!”

The head of a Grimm King Taijitu struck at Glynda and Minerva, trying to snap the pair of sorcerers in its jaws. But Taiyang was able to position himself in time. His hands gripped each fang firmly, and slid his feet to a stop. Tattoos covered every inch of his arm, signaling the activation of his Semblance.

While their vanguard held down the threat, Glynda and Minerva aimed a set of spells at the source. A storm of raining ice and flames fell before them. Their target, pelted with blizzardous hellfire.

“Hm. That was much less than I expected,” the chilling voice came again.

Undaunted by the Magic spells, an enormous tortoise shell remained when the sand clouds dissipated. It was white, bony, and jagged. And as the Grimm barrier cracked open, it revealed a dark silhouette underneath. Their arm still connected to the King Taijitu head grappling with Taiyang.

“It seems my Crusade will be easier than I anticipated,” Salem taunted. “I knew you would be lost without Ozpin—but I didn’t quite know how lost.”

She gave her arm a tug, and from atop the Taijitu’s skull, a scorpion’s tail sprouted. The stinger snapped towards Taiyang’s head, but the man was able to dodge the blow at the last second. The tip caught his collar, but even then, it only left a small mark on his reinforced skin.

“That all you got?!” Taiyang shouted.

“Typical,” Salem scoffed.

The Witch materialized a long, ornamental hairpin from her robes. Its end was decorated with an elegantly jewel-crafted butterfly. Then, without any hesitation, stabbed the point of the needle into her collar bone, matching the placement with the scratch inflicted on Taiyang.

At the same time, blood spewed both their bodies. The man let out a scream of panicked anguish before steeling himself enough to leap back to safety. His hand clutched the base of his neck, where blood dribbled between his fingers.

The Witch on the other hand, showed only indifference to the curse-inflicted wound. She continued to observe her three opponents without paying mind to the black liquid spraying out. Only after a few seconds passed, did Salem spin a web from her fingertip to bandage the gash.

Taiyang badgered himself for his carelessness and forced his wound close with his Semblance. Though it stopped the bleeding, the fix was only skin deep. Regardless, he took a fighting stance, showing he was ready to go, but a gentle hand rested his shoulder.

“Assist the others, Tai,” Glynda spoke with consolation in her voice. “Leave this to me and Minerva.”

“This battle will no longer take place within the confines of this realm,” the Headmaster of Shade added.

Taiyang wanted to argue back, but prior experience held his tongue.

“Yes, run along now, little lionheart,” Salem condescended with a brushing gesture.

“Only certain performers are allowed to share this stage.”

X X X X X

“This is the best we could do, huh?” Yang asked.

“Yep. Everything’s zeroed on this spot,” Emerald replied.

“Couldn’t make it any farther out?”

“Considering all the last-minute strings we had to pull to make this puppet show dance, I’m surprised we made this much space at all. Let’s just be happy and take what we can get, shall we?”

On the farthest edge of Vacuo’s western wall, Yang and Emerald plopped down to take a seat. Their feet dangled off the side. Neo and Mercury joined them shortly. The four stared passively at Behemoth encroaching their position. They could see armies warring at the corner of their peripheries to the left and right.

Although they were aware of the violent events transpiring, and those to come, the team basked in the oddly-serendipitous moment of peace. For them, nothing would happen for the next few minutes. All manner of dangers were far or on their way. All they could do was wait. And likely, due to repeated instances of high intensity, even a few minutes of waiting was enough to bring a calmness to their nerves.

Neo pulled out an apple, and sliced off a few pieces with her sword. One by one, she passed the slips of fruit to her teammates. And the four munched on the small snack, while watching Behemoth beat its wings towards them. Nothing left, but to bide their time until the omen of destruction’s arrival.

“So, everyone around’s been cleared out?” Yang started.

“Yup. Zero possible casualties, except for maybe us. Just the way you like it,” Emerald replied.

“See? Doesn’t it feel nice to do the right thing?”

“Fuck the right thing. That’s not why I did this.”

“Oh? Then, why did you do it? I thought your self-proclaimed moral compass was broken.”

Emerald glared at her silently.

It is broken.

I mostly did this cause of you…

“Still, thanks for doing it.” Yang beamed with a warm smile. “I mean it, Em.”

Yang was about to pop another apple slice in her mouth, when Emerald snatched it midair. Taking it as some abstract price exacted, the girl didn’t make a fuss. Only taking replacement from Neo, who was performing her own magic trick of producing endless fruit out of thin air.

“Hey, Em?”

“Yeah, Yang?”

“Did Temujin seem…weird to you? You know, back there?”

“Temujin’s always weird.”

“Yeah, but… evasive.”

“Temujin’s always evasive.”

“You know what I mean,” Yang groaned. “Back when she told us she was abandoning the city, and even when we told her our plan, she just okayed it like it was nothing.”

“You prefer she argue with us? We practically handed her a ‘we’ll save your city for free’ card. Maybe, she just didn’t want to look a gift horse in the anus.”

“Uh, it’s teeth.”

“What is?”

“The saying. It’s ‘gift horse in the teeth’.”

“Oh. Mercury lied to me.”

“No, it’s definitely anus,” Mercury mumbled, stuffing more apples into his mouth. “That’s how you tell the horse’s age.”

“Okay! But you know what I’m saying,” Yang brought the topic back. “What futures did Mouse and Knives see? And what else aren’t they telling us? Temujin doesn’t seem the type, but she looks kind of like she’s given up. What else are they hiding?”

“Who knows,” Emerald shrugged.

“I know you’ve thought about it.”

“I got a few ideas, but nothing concrete.”

“This isn’t the time for our sides to keep secrets.” Yang let out an exasperated groan before popping another slice into her mouth. “Cinder and Weiss are ready to pull us out. Temujin has to know that. She needs to be open with us.”

“It’s not like we tipped all of our hand to her either. Still gotta play a few things close to the chest. Distrust goes both ways.”

“I thought we were in an alliance.”

“I think this is about as much two Kingdoms can trust each other without actually merging. And that’s without all the bad blood between Vacuo and Atlas.”

“We need to be on the same page, Em. Salem found a crack in our team, and pried it apart. What do you think she’ll do to two Kingdoms?”

Emerald paused, and then bit into the next crunchy morsel Neo handed her.

“True. If Vacuo somehow gets out of this intact, I wouldn’t put it past Salem to turn one of the Kingdoms against the other. You have an idea bouncing around that noggin? Or do you just like adding new problems to my ‘shit I gotta figure out’ list?”

“We need to have a sit down with Temujin. At the least, we need to hear everything the siblings predicted so far.”

“Yeah, she’s kept us in the deep dark about their visions. Not just us, but her own people, too.”

“And if we’re learning anything, whatever Temujin hides is worth finding out.”

“Emerald,” a voice came over the Enchantress’ mental link. “Are we ready to begin?”

“Yeah. Just about,” she responded, and got up.

At that moment, a number of transmissions reached Team ENMY’s communications.

“Alrighty. Time to set the world record for taking down a bunch of Nightmare Class Grimm in a row, maybe!” Emerald announced.

“All boss speedrun!” Mercury fake cheered.

Yang turned to Neo with a loving stare.

“Got my back?” she winked.

Neo smiled widely.

Yup.

X X X X X

(An hour ago)

“Are we sure this is wise?” General Ironwood couldn’t help voicing his doubts. “We were supposed to wait until we were closer to attempt this.”

“Drastic measures, General,” Trafalgar answered, next to him on the bridge. “Sometimes, all we can do is take a leap of faith.”

“There are countless variables which can skew the accuracy.”

“That’s why it’s called a leap and not a step, or a modest crawl.”

Ironwood breathed a sigh, before speaking into the console.

“Alright, Penny. Permission to arm.”

“Armed and READY, Mr. Ironwood!” the girl answered with a chipper.

“Execute.”

X X X X X

“……. What the hell are you kids thinking?” Qrow muttered his disbelief.

“I’m thinking we need your help to bring down Behemoth. Is the wax building up in your ears, grandpa?” Emerald replied.

“Don’t call me grandpa!”

“The other guy is definitely a grandpa. As a matter of fact, he’s the grandest of grandpas. So, you gonna help us or not?”

“I thought the plan was to surprise Salem with an ambush.”

“Plans change. Roll with it.”

Qrow breathed one of the most soul-draining sighs in his life, before centering himself to continue.

“Okay. So, let me make sure I got this right. You need me to use Titan’s power to help you kill Behemoth.”

“Yup!”

“But before that, you need me to stick my neck out.”

“You got it.”

“I immediately don’t like this…”

X X X X X

“I think I’m going to like this,” Raven gave a soft chuckle.

“I thought you would,” Emerald shared in the mental laugh. “Shouldn’t be a violation against whatever your contract is with Salem, right?”

“Only you brats could come up with something this sloppy and effective.”

“Compliment received.”

X X X X X

Out in the ocean separating Atlas from Vacuo, the acting reinforcements of the Atlesian Fleet came to a full stop. While the airships hovered as still as possible, their artillery battery raised to a high angle. Tapped into each vessel’s control system and calculating a complex aiming algorithm was a certain android.

“Coordinates fixed. Real-time calculations complete. Trajectory courses confirmed!” Penny cheered.

“FIRNG ALL ORDNANCE!”

X X X X X

(Back to the Present)

Team ENMY turned their gazes eastward, where a flock of glistening projectiles soared towards their position.

“Whoa, that’s gonna be close,” Yang commented.

“Yeah, well. It’s supposed to be,” Emerald sneered, as she elbowed Mercury’s side. “You’re up, top gun. Make sure it’s not us that gets our ass fricasseed.”

“On it, boss.”

Mercury activated his Semblance and felt the surrounding atmosphere come under his control. His senses extended to the oncoming shells. Their trajectories mapped out in his mind’s eye.

Damn. Not a bad shot from fifteen-thousand plus kilometers away.

Just need to sharp it just a little…

Mercury adjusted the turbulence and atmospheric pressure to suit his needs. He played out the simulation in his head, and matched it to the present. Their “back-up” fire would land exactly where they wanted it to on the dime.

“Merc,” Emerald elbowed him a few more times. “Hate to interrupt your beautiful mind moment, but the big bad bug is coming up faster. Maybe, short the fuse on lighting this candle?”

“Sure, just gotta speed up the momentum on more than a thousand combustible Dust shells. No big deal.” The sarcasm exaggerated in his voice.

“I had to hallucinate a whole Kingdom. Don’t get cute with me about making the big plays.”

The crying flock of whistling missiles screamed across the sky ever closer. At the same time, the great shadows and winds kicked up by Behemoth brushed the team’s backs.

Despite being caught between an arsenal of hellfire and the largest Grimm ever recorded, ENMY showed no signs of panic. Once Mercury finished his modifications, he expelled a small sigh of relief.

“Nice,” Emerald smirked, while putting on the sunglasses she took from Coco so long ago. Yang, Neo, and Mercury were producing their own pairs, when she also took out her scroll. She then, held it out and struck a smug pose.

“Are you actually taking a selfie right now?” Yang asked in slack-jawed awe.

“I wanna send a picture to Cinder. It’ll also make a good memory.”

Without wait or permission, the rest of the team crammed into the camera shot. They made random faces, while throwing up a series of hand gestures and middle fingers.

Meanwhile, high-pitch whistling from the Fleet’s artillery was at the peak of its cries when they were suddenly muffled. Bellowing explosions cut the sound off with its own. Raining hellfire engulfed Behemoth’s back in clouds of inferno. It was a carpet bombing of a creature that could have been a small island onto itself.

“Sweet fireworks,” Yang grinned. “Did you get the shot?”

“Got it!” Emerald confirmed.

“I always wanted to help destroy something beautiful,” Mercury shed a single tear.

Neo threw her hands up, cheering with mute excitement.

Fire! Fire! Burn!

“Okay, okay,” Emerald called their attention. “I know that just made the inner pyros inside us cream, but we still got work to do.” She tapped her in-ear communicator. “You there, OG?”

“I’m here.”

Flying above the incinerating back of Behemoth, a black bird swooped down. Its feathers shed upon its descent, giving way to a human form. He aimed the landing of his dive before the intact form of Combine, Chief of the Cuckoo Grimm.

The parasitic bird gave a gross chirp, as it recognized its bodyguards were burned away by Penny’s fire bombing.

“This… really sucks!” Qrow complained.

Sweat dripped down his face. He could feel the life being siphoned from him, leaving his skin cold. If he didn’t possess the Old One’s longevity, he might have died instantly in Combine’s presence.

Azkaban was somewhere near, so Qrow couldn’t activate his Semblance to save himself. But if things went according to plan, he wouldn’t remain vulnerable for long.

…

“How much could I pay you not to save my brother?” Raven posed to Emerald via their telepathic link.

“Discount low five figures,” the quick answer came.

“That was a joke.”

“Was it, though~?”

From her cliffside in the Black Oasis, Raven gripped the hilt of her katana and went into a low iaido stance. Her senses attuned to the combination of Emerald and Neo’s information. There, she saw her brother’s back turned towards her.

“Now, don’t flinch, little brother.”

…

“Neo?” Emerald prompted.

The petite girl poised her estoc in a thrusting motion above her shoulder. A silver light gleamed in her irises. She made out the positions of three key figures: Combine, Qrow, and Azkaban, before sealing the sight into her blade.

Neo took a long-drawn breath, and then emptied her lungs of all its air. She concentrated a majority of her Aura into the ultimate technique she created herself, leaving just a little in reserve. It was the most powerful move in her arsenal, and she would only be able to perform it once for a long while.

The small swordswoman felt traces of Yang’s influence swell in her soul. A bright fire of her beloved’s sun licked heat on her fingertips.

Neo’s hand moved quicker than the naked eye could catch. The sounds of shattering glass only followed after the fact.

In the same moment, Raven freed her blade from its sheath. Her bloody double-slash was going to cut a blazing X across the sky and Qrow’s back. But at the very last second, the move collided with Neo’s.

It was a clash of ultimate sword techniques that resounded across the entire continent. A piercing blade of blinding, silver glass and a cross drawn by a sinisterly, crimson paintbrush cut the sky into pieces. The world itself seemed to tear briefly, like it was made of paper.

Raven’s attack was barely deflected enough from her brother’s back, and guided in the direction of Combine instead. Likewise, Neo’s thrust was diverted towards Azkaban. Both their blades struck their marks down, slaying the Nightmare Grimm with their god-like skill.

Hmph, Raven scoffed with an impressed thought.

Out of the four brats, she might be the one who grew the most in all this…

“Not that I’d tell her that.”

…

“Uncle Qrow!” Yang shouted.

“On it, kid!”

With Combine and Azkaban down, Qrow felt the burden on him lifted. He tapped into Titan’s ability, while harnessing his own Semblance. A pair of great scythes unfolded in each of his hands. A familiar green glow permeated from his body to envelope the burning Behemoth.

The Grimm’s flying motion slowed to a crawl. Time slurred in the space it occupied until the creature stopped just above the wall and Team ENMY. Wind, fire, poison, and intermingled with it, falling caterpillar Grimm froze midair.

Yang and Mercury stared up, before bumping their fists.

The Spring Maiden felt adrenaline rush her veins. A crystallized crown formed its halo around her head. Her eyes blazed with the fire of her Semblance. She watched lightning crack across her vision, outlining Behemoth’s multiple weaknesses caused by redundancies in its anatomy.

“Wouldn’t be easy if we could just strike one spot. We’re gonna have to hit them all.”

The pair rocketed into the sky.

Mercury and Qrow went to work first. The young man summoned a storm to carry him across the Grimm’s expansive mass. Every kick he delivered made the floating island shudder. Likewise, the veteran Huntsman used his Reaper’s Semblance to sow death from atop. Together, they layered a cacophony of craters and trenches into Behemoth’s exoskeleton.

And then, Yang rose to join them.

“Many search the meaning of the shape given to their soul,” she heard Nai’s words echo the depths of her mind.

“I am Poison.

I am a Weapon.

I have lived and learned to become the agent that destroys my enemies’ bodies.

What does your life embody?

What meaning does its shape give?”

Yang jumped from falling debris to falling debris, making her way to the belly of the beast.

For my friends, I’ll be their warmth.

When they are lost, I’ll be their light.

And for anyone who tries to hurt them,

I’ll be the banisher of their darkness.

Yang’s Ember Celica shifted its form. Pistons fired across her entire arm. It rumbled with all the power and force of a jet engine.

I am the Fight that Life brings.

I am Fire.

And I Burn.

The exact moment, the noon sun reached its highest crest, the Spring Maiden’s punch let loose a flame likened to the birth of a new star. A supernova erupted in the center of Behemoth’s stomach, scorching constellations across the vulnerabilities of its body.

The halting of time was no small feat, and Titan’s ability only lasted a breath before reality resumed. But it was enough for Behemoth’s annihilation to be realized.

“Alright! It’s gonna pop!” Emerald shouted. “Clear the area!”

Yang, Mercury, and Qrow escaped the burning wreckage’s vicinity, as the Grimm plummeted down. Its body decomposed into countless scales, which combusted on any contact. The repeated detonations and weight of its carcass drove a crag into the wall and a small part of the city.

…

Yang let herself freefall. Burning cartilage still flew around her. Much of her energy was spent, but not all of it, per Emerald’s orders. But there was no denying the weariness setting into her nerves.

“Well, that was a thing.”

She looked to the side, and saw Mercury speed down to Emerald. Their leader stood on what remained of the wall. Her Uncle was nowhere in sight.

*Sigh* “I really want this day to be over…”

Just then, among the falling scraps, Yang spotted an oddity. It was a little singed, but it stood out from everything else with its white-colored design and the way it spun sharply through the air.

Yang squinted her eyes, and saw it was a playing card.

The Ace of Spades.

X X X X X

“Is this truly all the strength you can muster?”

Salem gave a wave of her hand, and the bright projectiles Glynda and Minerva cast her way dissolved into squirming maggots. As they writhed uselessly on the ground, the Witch made a claw with her hand. Her long nails thrusted in the direction of her opponents.

Suddenly, the sand beneath the sorcerers’ feet coiled like tentacles, pulling them into its embrace. Salem’s hand squeezed, and the prison of silt closed tighter.

“You’re spellcasting is rather rudimentary compared to what I’ve seen over the ages. But I suppose that is the folly of mortals. Not enough age to hone that wisdom, no matter the potential exhibited.”

“Then, perhaps another challenger is in order? One you can’t bully with your tricks.”

A crow flew down, before expanding its form into a man. He snapped his fingers once, and the “living sand” about to suffocate the sorcerers was dispelled.

Glynda blinked, not believing her eyes. The image of the man before her seemed to phase in and out of existence, as if their identity wasn’t solidified.

“Ozpin?”

“Apologies for the tardiness, Glynda,” the white-haired man with small glasses said. “There was an issue that required our assistance.”

“But, how…? What about Qrow?”

“Also, here,” the figure of Ozpin replied with a voice that was not his. “This body sharing thing is more complicated than it looks.”

The immortal’s body flickered between Ozpin’s visage and Qrow’s, and then another Glynda recognized as Beacon’s past Headmaster Myrddin’s. Reality bent, and several iterations blinked in quick succession. Some figures she remembered from historical texts, more of them she did not. The spinning of the forms continued until the image settled onto a small, hunched-back old man. He had the look of a retired farmer and had to use a cane to support him like a third leg.

“Titan…!” Salem snarled with rising furor.

“…Wicked,” the Old One spoke in a grounded tone. His voice was crass, but it dissipated into the surroundings like an earthquake. “Must we continue this vicious cycle?”

“Oh, it will not continue. Not for you.”

“So, it was inevitable. You and I must battle once more.”

“Immortal versus immortal,” the Witch gestured to herself, then Titan. A bloodthirsty Magic coursed her veins, making them pulse black across her pale skin.

“There can only be one.”

X X X X X

Yang was in no position to react. The playing card spinning outside her reach was practically a calling card for her death. All she could do was leave her fate to another’s hands.

…

Fortunately, those hands were the ones she trusted the most with her life.

The sound of shattering glass scattered pieces of Neo’s mirror portal into the falling sky. Her sword was held, outstretched. Its point pierced through the card as a bullet punched a hole through the same middle.

It should have been a perfect killshot. Yang and Neo read the trajectory, and it would’ve drilled right through Yang’s forehead, but Neo’s interference skewed its course.

“Shit!”

Yang whipped her neck as fast as she could, just in time for the bullet to tear a chunk of her hair off along with part of her right ear. Blood stained her cheek and a sharp ringing noise penetrated her eardrum.

“Hey, you. Can you hear me?” Emerald’s voice came from her comms, as Yang could see her leader smirking in the distance. She flipped her the middle finger.

“Told you she’d try.”

“Really, Em?! Now?!”

“Hey, you were the one who wanted to do this, despite my fair and wise warnings.”

“Can we save the ‘I told you so’s for later?”

“Say hi to her for me,” Emerald waved.

“WILL FREAKIN’ DO!!!”

Yang flashed an angry glare to Neo, who gave her a quick nod.

A second later, and her partner conjured a mirror for her to drop into. The portal pushed her into another, and then another, and so on. Each segment accelerated her into the distance.

Yang didn’t aim her fist. She knew Neo would do that for her. All she had to do was swing when the time came.

And at the last shuttle interval, she threw her fist.

Yang’s landing struck the terrain like a miniature meteorite. The target and source of her bullet wound was knocked off her feet, and onto her back. The shooter could have put up resistance, but the looming Spring Maiden erased any thought of that.

Instead, Inna Kao simply smiled.

“Hey, Yang.” She tipped her hat, still on the ground.

“Hey, Inna. Long time no see,” Yang replied unenthusiastically. “Em says, hi.”

“Oh? Tell her I said hi back.”

Yang did a quick sweep of her surroundings.

“No Bean?”

“Nah. I wanted to take my shot away from him just in case. Guess I made the right call on that.”

“Too bad. I wanted to see him.”

Inna stared at Yang for a while, before tilting her hat down.

“Heh… Well, you got me good. Don’t tell me ya’ll fixed that trap for lil ‘ol me?”

“It was Emerald’s idea. We’ve been ready ever since we heard you and Bean were around. We know we can’t underestimate you.”

“Shucks, Yang. Now, yer just makin’ me blush.”

Yang stared long and hard at the cowgirl.

“……I heard about your team. Sorry.”

“Yeah, well. I’ll be joinin’ them soon.”

“Funny thought that.”

Yang grabbed Inna’s rifle laying on the ground, and snapped it in half across her knee. It pained her a little to destroy someone’s personal weapon, but the bad feeling disappeared when she remembered she was missing part of her ear because of Inna. The gun would be repaired eventually. As far as she was concerned, they were even.

“Nothing to worry about if you don’t have your rifle,” Yang tossed the remains at Inna’s feet. “I’m done killing people, especially people I like.”

“…I can’t stop coming for you, Yang.”

“Yeah, you can. All you have to do is stop,” Yang shrugged. “But if you really want to keep trying, go ahead. I’ll be ready.”

“Hm hm! Told you, you’d be sorry, Inna,” Raven chuckled, as she stepped through her portal.

“Mom. Why am I not surprised you’re here?”

“Your little girlfriend actually matched my favorite move.”

“She’s a keeper.”

“I guess.”

“I’m totally telling her you approve.”

“I don’t. And another thing—”

Just then, Raven and Yang’s heads were flooded with an amalgam of information. Rather information, they were a bit like actual memories, but of events that had yet to occur. It was disorienting to say the least, but one thing was clear.

“Hey! Did you get that?!” Raven asked Yang.

“Yeah. What the hell was that, Em?”

“It’s the visions the Rakis siblings have been seeing. Don’t know why, but Knives was suddenly in a sharing mood. But after seeing what was in them, I think we can make a guess!”

“That vision…Temujin…!”

“That’s why you and Raven should get your asses back here on the double!”

“Mom!” Yang turned to Raven, and saw fear there like she never had before.

“Let’s go.”

X X X X X

“Hm. They brought down Behemoth,” Temujin rubbed her chin with an even composure.

The throne room, which was once a bustling war room, was now vacant. The lone ruler of Vacuo sat on her chair with only the Rakis siblings for company.

“Any deviations?”

“With almost all our fortifications intact, more of Vacuo’s citizens will survive by the end,” Mouse answered.

“Haha… They are truly something. Troublemakers. The perfect enemy against Salem and fate.”

The old woman smiled ear to ear, before breathing a contented sigh.

“Everything else is proceeding according to script?”

“……Yes.”

A nearby monitor showed an endless replay of Team ENMY’s assault on Behemoth. Right before the artillery from the Atlesian Fleet struck, a wisp of dark mist engulfed Camlann, and seemingly warped it out of the area.

On a security monitor, three figures made their way through the Hanging Gardens. The colossal armor of Camlann was recognized. Beside the Grimm were Adam and Blake. It wouldn’t be long until they reached the chamber.

“You two should go,” Temujin said to the siblings.

“No,” Mouse refused shakily. “We won’t leave you.”

“You have to guide our people.”

“We won’t leave you!”

The boy now had tears streaming his eyes. He wanted with everything to overturn the future he and his sister saw. A future where the Grimm overran their land. A future where their closest friends died…

…A future where Temujin offered her life to further incite the rage of her people.

“Oh,” the old Faunus put a hand on Mouse’s head. “You know, I faced a lot of criticism for adding that Eye for an Eye thing at the end of the Code. Mostly from Minerva, but whatever.” she smirked. “Who knew it would be the strength our people needed in their weakest hour? Surely, not me.”

Gentle sobs continued to escape Mouse, as Temujin continued.

“No, definitely not me… But if the death of one old woman past her prime can be the rally cry of our Kingdom, I will answer my duty with a full heart.”

“…”

“Go. My time is over.” Temujin announced proudly. “This is goodbye.”

“We won’t leave you!!!” Mouse cried back.

Temujin scratched her ear in frustration, before turning to her other side.

“Knives. I entrust you with your brother. You know what must be done. The both of you must regroup with Nai and Minerva. Notify them of my death. The first waves of the Grimm should be dealt with by then. Fall back here with Team ENMY, and eliminate Camlann. Hold the siege until Atlas’ Fleet arrives.”

The younger Rakis made no move to respond.

“Knives? Did you hear me?! Knives!”

Temujin shook her shoulder, and saw the girl’s expression turn with surprise.

“Oh, right!” Knives answered with wide eyes. Her tone was different from her usual. “Actually, I agree with Mouse there. You really shouldn’t be so quick to sacrifice yourself.”

The elder Faunus was struck speechless.

“There’s a lot of people who would mourn your death, Temujin. They’d be heartbroken,” the girl continued. “I know one person especially!”

“Who…?” the old Faunus could only mutter. “Who are you?”

The girl with the appearance of Knives could only smile brightly.

“There’s always a way to change fate, as well as those who are willing to fight it. You said it yourself.”

“…”

“But they can’t help you if you don’t believe in it too,” Knives held Temujin’s hand in both of hers. “This girl loves you so much. She begged for a way to save you, even in her dreams. That’s how deep her resolve is.”

Temujin continued to stare blankly at the girl. Knives met her gaze, unabashed. The young girl’s eyes seemed to glint with a brighter silver than usual.

Then, Temujin remembered where she heard this speech mannerism before, as well as this unflinching determination.

“Summer Rose?”

#rwby #rwby fanfiction #yang xiao long #neopolitan #emerald sustrai #mercury black #raven branwen #qrow branwen #rwby au #ENMY

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AN: Hey guys!! This chapter is written. I felt like the things that were said and done had to be written out. But I also want to place this here

WARNING: MENTIONS OF SEXUAL ASSAULT, HINTS AT RAPE NON/CON, FIGHTING/VIOLENCE

I will mark the start and end of these mentions ( **** ) so if you are uncomfortable reading them, please skip past!!! If you are just uncomfortable with reading the chapter all together, please skip it! The next update will touch briefly on what happened in this one, just not as in depth. Thank you! Enjoy today's chapter!

Taehyung was a really nice guy, that was one thing you were definitely sure of. Another thing you were also sure of, what that you had put your two number one people in a lot of distress the past two weeks. You sat across Taehyung at your kitchen table in your apartment - just arriving home from getting something to eat together - drinking cups of green tea in awkward silence. Crying was not something you did in front of people you didn't know, but here you were, cheeks red and tear stained, your breath hiccuping every few seconds.

He didn't offer anymore words, he just allowed you to sit and think about what you put Jungkook and Hoseok through - not even beleiving you allowed yourself to put yourself through what you did for two weeks. ( **** ) Letting Kihyun come over and push you around and basically use you however he wanted, making sure to stay quiet through the whole ordeal and not making a single sound so you didn't alert your ever attentive neighbor. At first you didn't mind, you missed being with Kihyun in that sense, but after a week things got weird and you weren't entirely sure you liked - what he called excitement - anymore. ( **** )

When Hoseok finally sent those last series of texts, it really kicked your ass into gear. Allowing yourself to get out of bed, to take a shower and scrub the last two weeks from your body, and clean your apartment - something you hadnt been able to do since Kihyun started coming over. You were scared to text him and tell him it was over, that was the one thing you hadn't done yet. You didnt even know what to say to him, you were afraid of his response more than anything.

A small cough caught your attention - which was focused on your tea - and your eyes traveled up to meet those of Taehyung's. He offered a small smile as he leaned his elbow on the table and placing his cheek in the open palm, resting his head as he watched you for a moment before speaking, "Maybe you should message Jungkook and Hoseok hyung?" he offered gently.

Nodding your head you got up and walked to retreive your phone from the kitchen counter and walked out into the balcony telling Taehyung you would be back in a moment. Your finger was frozen over the call button for Jungkook's number, but you couldn't hit it, almost sure you would break down crying as soon as you heard his voice so instead you sent a snap to him and Hoseok, letting them know you were okay and that you wanted them to come over. They replied instantly, saying they would both be over soon.

SLiding open the balcony door you saw Taehyung slipping his shoes back on by the front door. "Ah, are you leaving? You could stay, I'll order some takeout." you offered walking towards him.

"I should probably go, let you explain to them everything that happened. I don't want to be in the way." he stated.

"You wouldn't be in the way. Jungkook really likes you, I can tell. I don't think he would mind if you were here." you continued.

Taehyung walked closer to you and placed his hands on your shoulders and smiled down at you, "Maybe under different circumstances we can all hang out again, but I think today should just be about you and Jungkook and Hoseok hyung hashing things out. Thanks for the offer though, y/n, and thank you for coming to eat with me today." his deep voice circling around you as his eyes never broke contact with yours.

"O-okay." you mumbled, his hands slipping from your shoulders before ruffling the top of your head, earning a small whine from you and a chuckle from him. "Good night, Y/N." he said softly as he closed your front door.

Alone once again in your half empty apartment, your anxiety about the boys coming over had you rushing to rearrange everything you owned - which wasn't much by any means - but it kept you busy. Another ten minutes was spent staring at Taehyung's text conversation, debating on whether or not you wanted to text him even though he just left.

Ah, what the hell.

y/n: Thanks for today. Again.

Taehyung?: It's alright. I didn't mean to make you cry earlier. I just wanted you to know how much Jungkook and Hoseok hyung care about you. It hurt me to see them like that but it also hurt me to see you like how you were too.

y/n: Hopefully we can just move past all of this.

Taehyung?: What about Kihyun?

y/n: I'll deal with him. I'm tired of letting him push me around. I didn't realize how awful I was being. I'm so ashamed.

Taehyung?: Hopegully it all goes okay. If not, you know where to find me.

y/n: Thank you, Taehyung.

Taehyung?: Tae. You can just call me Tae.

y/n: Ah...okat..Tae. Thank you.

Taehyung?: :) I hope everything goes well with Jungkook and Hoseok hyung tonight. Good luck.

You stared at your phone a moment longer, a smile on your face. Your fingers moved to his contact and edited his name.

Tae?

As you placed your phone onto the kitchen table, there were a series of loud knocks at your door. Taking a deep breath, you shuffled across the hardwood floors and pulled the door open slowly, revealing an annoyed looking Hoseok and a relieved Jungkook - despite the look on Hoseok's face, the two boys enveloped you in a bone crushing hug. Pretty soon the three of you were sobbing messes, clutching onto each other for dear life.

"I'm so sorry!" you cried into Jungkook's shoulder as both his and Hoseok's grips on you got tighter.

"You should be! You had us worried sick!" Hoseok tried to sound angry, but his tears were making it unbelieveable.

Jungkook pulled back first, holding you at arms length looking you up and down, checking your body for any signs of damages - damages that you made sure were hidden from view or had long since disappeared - to ensure you were really oaky. Once he was satisfied he pulled you to the kitchen table and forced you into the chair, leaving Hoseok to close the front door.

The two boys sat in chairs across from you, Hoseok had his arms folded across his chest as he leaned back into his chair and Jungkook had both elbows on your table with his head drooped into his hand, fingers threaded through his brown locks. No one spoke for a while, the second awkward silence of the night for you. You chewed on your bottom lip until you felt the skin wear thing and the light taste of copped filled your tastebuds, causing you to sigh and sit up, alerting both boys to the sudden change in your aura.

"I don't know where to start." you began, "I can't even formulate a proper apology because I know there is not reasoning or excuse behing why I did what I did. I know why I did it, but it doesn't seem like a good enough reason to justify it."

Hoseok took in a deep breath and rubbed his hands over his face, "Just tell us, y/n. Honestly it doesn't matter. What matters is that you're coming to your senses. JUst tell us what happened." Jungkook's head lifted a little higher, but his eyes seemed worried - worried about what was going to come from your mouth.

Nodding your head slightly you folded your arms across the table top and leaned on them a bit, your attention focused on your fingers which were locking and unlocking themselves, trying to decide where to even start. A pair of soft hands covered yours, causing you to smile, "Thanks, Kook." you said, still not looking up from your hands holding onto each other.

"Kihyun had text me, accusing me of moving on from him quickly because of that Insta post of all four of you hanging out in my apartment. I was confused why he even cared, but my mind was thinking ' hey he still wants you otherwise he wouldn't even care who you were hanging out with '. So I asked him. He said part of him still wanted me, but the other part wanted new exciting things. So...So I offered to try..to try new things." your voice started to waver causing Jungkook's hands to grip yours tighter, silently letting you know it was okay before you started again.

"So he said he would give it a chance, to see if we could patch things up, but I had to eliminate everyone from my life. I guess i was so desperate to have him back, I didn't care. I just figured everything would go back to normal after a while and I could convince him that we could all be friends and he wouldn't have to worry about anything. He was here...every...night." you lifted a hand to wipe the stray tears that were coming down your cheeks at this point, "For the first week it was nice, being able to be with him again...and to..you know..." your cheeks were burning red hot at this point and there was a choking noise coming from Jungkook which you chose to ignore.

( **** ) "The first night we fought because I didn't want to do what he wanted to do. It was humiliating, but after Taehyung kept texting me and then knocked on the door several times, I just complied with Kihyun. I didn't want to cause a problem. The first time I was embarassed, but then he wanted to do it every night..I guess I got used to it." your monologue was interupted by Hoseok suddenly.

"Y/N...what the fuck..." he breathed. "Are you fucking telling me...are you implying what I think you're implying right now?" anger seeping into his voice.

Your head raised to look him in the eyes, tears dropping at a steady pace, Jungkook looking between the both of you slightly confused, "I'm a little lost.." he stated the obvious.

"Kookie, this mother fucker has been r-" Hoseok started to speak before you cut him off.

"Hobi! Stop! Just...just let me finish okay?" you pleaded.

"Finish? You mean there's more? There's more bullshit to this already bullshit story?"

Your eyes traveled back down to your hands - which we still in Jungkook's - and you started to speak once again. "As I was saying before...After the first week, I told him I wanted to stop, that I didn't like what we were doing. He said that was fine. He didn't come over again for a few nights then he text saying he was on his way but I told him I was just tired and he got mad. That night..." your voice cracked and suddenly Hoseok was jumping up from his chair and was suddenly yanking you up from yours, pulling you in close and hugging you tight.

"Don't...please don't finish what you have to say. I get it. I can't bare to hear you say it, it might kill me. Please." he begged, his body shaking as he cried. ( **** )

"It's not what you think, Hobi, I swear. It's nothing like that." your hands finding their way to his back to rub it gently to calm him down some. "He didn't do anything, I promise. I told him if he touched me I was going to call the police. He just...he just told me how worthless I was and that no one would ever want me again, and that I belonged to him and the sooner I accepted it, the better for everyone."

"You're not worthless and you definitely do NOT belong to him!" Jungkook shouted, suddenly standing.

"I know, I know." you looked at him and gave a small smile. "But...Hobi..there's..there's a something...something I need to tell you." you whispered.

He leaned back from the embrace and looked at you confused for a moment. "When Kihyun got up to use the restroom..his phone kept going off. So I got up to see who it was..Hobi I'm so sorry. Minha is with Kihyun. She kept asking when she could meet up with him again and how stupid you were for not knowing and..I had to tell you. I didn't know how. I'm so sorry."

Hoseok looked at you like you had grown three heads, the look on his face was enough to break your heart. He backed away, his steps slightly stumbling as he sat back down in his chair, his eyes never leaving your face. You didn't know what to do, both you and Jungkook were frozen in place as you watched realization and understanding cross his face.

A buzzing noise caught your attention, your eyes finding your phone with Kihyun's name popping up over and over again with messages. You chose to ignore them, you woud deal with him later.

The three of you sat in silence for what seemed like hours, but in reality was probbaly only a few minutes. No one dared say anything, all these secrets thrown messily on your kitchen table and three broken people trying to decide how to piece them all togehter. This wasn't something you ever imagined. Minha had been a good friend of yours, but she always made you uncomfortable, especially when her and Hoseok would come over to your shared apartment with Kihyun. Lingering stares and odd comments about how cute Kihyun was, were all suddenly making sense. How long had things been going on between them? That was an answer you really didn't want to know.

Suddenly three loud bangs pulled all three of you from your thoughts. With a frown you stood and started towards the door but Hoseok beat you to it and swung the door open.

( **fighting** ) "What the fuck are you doi-" his anger was cut off by a fist connecting with his nose with a gross crack.

You looked through the doorway and saw a pissed off Kihyun standing there, fist slightly raised with Hoseok's blood on it.

"Kihyun! What the fuck?!" you yelled, you started to head towards Hoseok but was yanked out into the hallway by Kihyun.

"That's what I should be asking. I thought I told you to drop these two pieces of shit?"Kihyun seethed, his face inches from yours.

A loud bang of a door closing pulled everyone's attention to the right, Tae stood a couple of steps away with a bag of trash in his hands and an unreadable expression on his face. He glanced slowly between you and Kihyun before he dropped his trash and began pulling his sleeves up and walking towards Kihyun, a clear intent in his steps and eyes.

His long fingers wrapped around your waist as he pulled you against him and away from a shocked looking Kihyun. Tae glanced to the left and nodded slightly as he started to back away with you slowly. Everything started to move in slow motion at this point. Kihyun followed Tae's gaze and his eyes grew about three times the size they already were. He started to back up, stumbling over his own feet as you could hear footsteps coming quick through your apartment, revealing a pissed off and sprinting Jungkook.

Kihyun turned and went to take off running but only made it to the steps before Jungkook caught up with him. Jungkook's body went completely horizontal in the air as he landed a solid kick to Kihyun's back, sending him down the first flight of steps - luckily for him it was only about five - before Jungkook's body slammed loudly into the ground. ( **end of fighting** )

In all honesty, the whole thing would have been comical, if it wasn't for Hoseok's groaning from your doorway and your heart rate speeding up and busting out of your chest with every second that passed by.

"Hey! I called the police!" a voice from down the hall broke everyone out of their daze as a girl in her mid thirties stood in her doorway with her cell phone in hand. "Is everyone okay?" she asked.

"Yes, thank you. How soon will the cops be here?" Tae asked suddenly calm.

"About five minutes. I would keep that creep on scene, he seems like the kind of loser who would try to run." the woman said.

"On it." Jungkook stated as he started to descend the stairs.

Once the police and an ambulance showed up and Kihyun and Hoseok were transported to the hospital and Jungkook was taken in for questioning about what happened, you finally allowed your body to relax. You sat beside Hoseok on his hospital bed as the nurse dressed his nose, which was broken. You had to leave the room when they snapped it back into place, the yells from Hoseok was enough to make your stomach churn.

"I think your nose might even be more handsome than before." you commented, trying to ease the tension.

"No matter what I look like, I will always be handsome." he said, eyeing you sideways.

A moment passed before you spoke again, "I'm sorry, Hobi." was all you offered.

He hummed and the room was silent until a loud succession of heels clicking on the linoleum grew closer and closer to the room. You already knew who they belonged to, you've heard the same noise many times in the past and your chest tightened at the thought of Minha being here at this moment.

"Hoseokie!" she yelled as she flung back the curtain. "Baby, oh my god! What happened?!" she cooed, coming closer with her hands outstretched to cup around his face.

"Kihyun punched me." was all he said.

"Kihyun?! Like, y/ns Kihyun?" she asked dumbly.

"No, Minha, like YOUR Kihyun." Hoseok snapped, suddenly looking her in the eyes.

Her face turned ghost white and she tried to stammer out an excuse and question him what he was talking about, but Hoseok wasn't having it. He took her hands off his face and gently pushed her back. "Get out." was all he said. "Get out of this room and get out of my apartment and get out of my life. You disgust me."

"Hoseokie..." she started to whine.

"You hear him, Minha." you said, a newfound strenght in your voice.

"You mind your own business!" she screeched.

"MINHA. GO." Hoseok yelled, his face turning a slight shade of red as he stared her down.

She turned and walked away, heading out the exact same way she came in, "Kihyun is down the hall the other way." Hoseok yelled after her. The clikcing of her heels stopped and they headed back towards the room you both her in, but she continued walking towards Kihyun's room with no hesitation.

"So shameless..." you mumbled to yourself.

The doctor came in shortly after and disharged Hoseok with a prescription for pain meds and instructions on how to care for the swelling around his nose. Jungkook showed up right after, a stupid grin on his face. After questioning him why he looked like that, he smugly said they weren't going to charge him for kicking kihyun down the stairs, but Kihyun would be charged with assault on Hoseok and if you wanted to go down and give a statement, sexual assault would be added on as well. Was that something you could claim? You consented, but only after you got tired of saying no. It was something you would have to think about.

"Let's go home, y/n." Jungkook said, wrapping his arms around you and Hoseok's shoulders.

Summary:

Serendipity: the occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way. or “Hey, you’re my new neighbor and you cry every night, are you okay?”

Part 15/?

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