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coco-loco-nut · 7 months ago

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Forza Red Bull

Pairing: Max x Best Friend Reader

Summary: You have a big decision to make, stick with Red Bull or move to Ferrari

A/n: changing when the driver's press conference is for the plot. Thanks for the request!! I loved writing this

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It is getting increasingly harder to hide your trips to the Ferrari motorhome, where you are negotiating a potential contract. Fred has been talking with you the latter half of the season, just waiting on a phone call from you, one that you are reluctant to take despite it being an offer you can't otherwise refuse.

Your contract ends after this season and Red Bull is waiting until after the season to offer you a new contract, despite them knowing your requests. To you, Red Bull’s waiting says everything. They aren’t confident in you, and they don’t want you.

Carlos is leaving the Ferrari team, having gotten a better seat elsewhere. Most F1 fans believe Ferrari will be signing Ollie Bearman or Arthur Leclerc.

"Y/n, it's a beautiful day for racing," Max wraps his arm around your shoulders, fresh from a workout. The hot Abu Dhabi air doesn't help the sweat.

"Ew, Max, get off of me, you smell," you gag for the added effect.

"I'm wounded, my own teammate and best friend?" Max places his hand over his heart.

"Go shower than we can talk. I stopped dealing with sweaty Max after karting," you shove him off of you. Max rolls his eyes, heading to shower while you beeline for coffee.

Your heart hurts while greeting the staff you have grown to love since you joined the team in 2021. Hannah sits down beside you.

"How are you feeling today?" she asks, handing you a pastry.

"Good, I think I have a shot at winning today, hopefully with your brilliant strategy I will," you smile hopefully, one that drops as you see her cringe a little.

"About that, Christian wants you to defend," Hannah tells you, you can feel the anger building. You have been so close to beating Max last year and the championship is just within your grasp, you need this win. You should've known better, you were brought onto the team for your ability to defend. She shouldn’t even be warning you about Christian’s strategy, but she has a soft spot for you as a friend.

"Hannah, please," your eyes beg her to give you the better strategy.

"I'm sorry, Y/n," she whispers, the one person on pit wall you thought that was on your side other than your race engineer. You swallow your pride and nod, looking away.

"Understood, I'll defend," you say after a second.

"You are a wonderful teammate and driver, Max is lucky to have you," her comforting words fall flat. Max. Your best friend and fiercest competition.

"I have to go to the press conference," you say, standing up and walking away.

"Y/n? Everything okay?" Pierre asks, you two weren't close, but you were a part of a group chat for drivers who are traumatized by Red Bull, one that you had often joked that you don't belong in. Now you know why Daniel added you.

"Red Bull," you huff angrily.

"I'm sorry," Pierre doesn't know why he's apologizing, but he can certainly empathize with you. The two of you walk to the conference together. You weren't close with Pierre, but you aren't enemies either.

You receive the first question of the conference.

"Y/n, you've been strong in free practice and qualifying. How are you feeling going into today, knowing that these are crucial points in your battle with your teammate, Max? Especially since you were in this position last year," the interviewer asks.

"Wow, starting off strong. Um, yeah, the car has felt great all weekend, I feel great going into today. It's always so much fun to race with Max, something I've had the privilege to do since we were karting together. Max got the win last year, so I hope I can secure it for myself this year," You say, hoping that satisfies the question. It does, at least until the journalists.

"How is Red Bull handling the driver situation, seeing that you and Max are both fighting for a championship," the journalist asks.

"Obviously the team wants us both to succeed, they will have a winner either way. I'm really glad to be with a team that supports both of us that way," you lie through your teeth, knowing that Christian wants Max to win. There is a reason that the Red Bull PR team loves you doing press conferences. You can feel Pierre, Carlos, and Daniel looking at you, knowing that you are likely lying, they just aren't sure which part.

"Good luck today, Y/n, if someone is going to beat me, I want it to be my best friend. If it isn't this year, I know you will take next year's Red Bull to the top," Max hugs you. Your anger dissolves for a moment, you aren't mad at him. He makes a great point, you already have a great relationship with Red Bull, you love it here, even if Christian makes you mad sometimes. Ferrari is, well, Ferrari. The car isn't as good and the strategy is lacking. You are smart, you know Red Bull is the better team, and Christian can't ignore your ability after this season.

"Thank you, Maxie. I hope you lose," he can't help but to laugh with you. You go into your driver's room to text your agent, letting them know which team you chose.

"Y/n, are you sure?" She asks over the phone, calling you immediately.

"I am," your agent agrees to let both teams know, only asking you to call her after the race.

You get ahead later in the race, wheel to wheel with Max as you battle for P1. You know Red Bull isn't going to show their hand that they want Max to win yet.

Y/n, let Max overtake

The instructions flow through your earpiece, you push harder.

No. Max can take the win from my cold dead hands. That's a team order, Y/n I don't give a shit. Tell Christrian and Hannah to fuck off.

Max is a bit confused why you aren't letting him pass, GP told him he was getting the overtake, but he respects you wanting to fight. You ignore your engineer trying to get you to follow team directions.

Y/n, I'm saying this as your friend, your race engineer for the past 3 years. Max has the faster pace, you have to let him pass before you end up in a crash

You hold back the tears in your eyes, as you watch Max slide in front of you, taking P1.

It's not fair. I know, keep fighting. We will get it next season. I will hold you to that. Red Bull owes me that much.

You keep your helmet on after the race, not letting the cameras see you cry. Max immediately finds you after weigh-ins.

"Y/n, I'm so sorry, I didn't know they were going to do that," Max says, pulling you into a hug.

"I knew. Hannah told me this morning," you do your best not to take your anger out on him.

"Why didn't you tell me? I would've fought for you, you're my best friend," Max asks, confused.

"I didn't want you to throw your race for me,"

"This isn't happening next year, I will make Christian understand that. You fought so hard for the win, you deserved it," Max tells you and you nod.

"I know, I'm negotiating it into my contract. I have to go pee and make it look like I wasn't crying. I'll see you in a minute," you tell Max, purposefully being ambiguous like you have the past couple months, going into the private bathroom to make the quick call, getting your phone from your assistant.

"You have the green light to announce your contract," she says before you hang up. You subtly give your phone back and head to the podium.

"That was one hell of a fight, is Red Bull mad at you for ignoring team orders, even though you did give up the spot?" You are asked after the podium by Sky Sports.

"Probably, not that it matters much now since it was the last race of the season," you shrug.

"You have yet to announce your contract renewal with Red Bull, will you be negotiating the team orders part?" Another asks.

"Yeah, I will be making sure any future contracts don't allow something like today to happen again. Red Bull has been waiting because of my salary increase. Which is why I will be joining Scuderia Ferrari next season," you say, dropping the bomb. You had been tempted to say Forza Ferrari over the team radio.

Max looks at you in disbelief and hurt. You don't comment after that, electing to leave the room and go back to your driver's room. Charles nods supportively at you, having been informed already about his new teammate.

"Y/n, open the door," you hear Max's voice on the other side a few minutes after you change.

"Max, I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I made the decision minutes before the race," your voice cracks a little.

"How long have you been talking to them?"

"Since after summer break,"

"Damn it! Why didn't you tell me, I could've helped you," Max looks utterly broken.

"Because you needed to focus on your racing. Even if I stayed things would be good for a few races then they would go back to how they are now. Red Bull will always choose you. I'm not mad at you for it, please know that," you plead a little as Max pulls away from you.

"You knew you were changing teams for half of the season and didn't tell me. You are going to our rival. You are supposed to be my best friend,"

"I am your best friend, Maxie, I wasn't allowed to say anything,"

"Don't call me that, I can't be friends with someone who doesn't trust me," Max gets up and leaves.

"Max! Max, please come back," you cry, a hole in your heart. You leave the paddock discreetly and go back to your hotel room. Usually, you'd be celebrating with Max, but now you don't know what to do. There is a knock on your door, you hope it's Max,

Daniel, Pierre, Yuki, Carlos, and Alex stand at your door with wine, a cake that reads 'Fuck Red Bull' and another that reads 'The real WDC winner'.

"Max is a dickhead," Daniel offers as you let them into your room. Despite Daniel's good relationship with Christian, he knows right from wrong.

"Thanks, guys. How did you even get cakes like this last minute?" you say, happy to celebrate with them.

“It’s a secret,” Yuki smiles secretively.

"Sorry, Y/n, you deserved the win. I'm glad you are taking my seat at Ferrari," Carlos says, patting your shoulder.

"Let's get drunk, eat cake, then go to the club," Pierre suggests, a plan that you all quickly agree to. Yuki and Alex show you the massive support you are receiving online and the backlash Red Bull is getting. It is comforting, you just wish your best friend was here.

Twitter has a field day with the squad you roll up to the bars with, but they all ask the same question, where's Max. It takes until testing for you to comment on it.

"You shocked the world after announcing a move to Ferrari not long after being forced to lose the world championship. Any harsh feelings towards Max Verstappen following last year's drama?" you are asked right away.

"None. Other drivers might be mad or take it out on the track, but at the end of the day, it wasn't his call, it was Red Bulls. Obviously, it sucks to lose someone who was your best friend, but everything happens for a reason. I can't wait to drive equally with my teammate and have the Tifosi support," you say, catching Max watching you out of the corner of your eye. He is obviously still upset. You ignore him, he can find you when he is ready to apologize.

"If she had told me what she was planning on doing, maybe we would be friends still, but I can't be friends with people who lie to me and are traitors," Max says when asked for his opinion. Max only apologized after you won the season with Ferrari, you think it was because Charles and Daniel forced him to. You are just happy to have your friend back.

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aphrmoosun · 6 months ago

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{Noa and the Beast}

Nomae: One shot

• Sipnosis.

Noa is the new leader of the clan, his responsibility was to his own. But an Echo enters their lives and they decide to kill her due to the ancient writings that defined her as dangerous. But when Noa has her in front of him, his world changes completely...

• Pair.

Noa and Mae

• Movie.

Kingdom of the planet of the apes {Half AU}

• Tags.

Nomae, interspecies relationship, interspecies sex, interspecies romance, yes it is a ship fic, smut, romancing, Beauty and the Beast, Half AU, Noa hunt Mae, but the Noa falls in love with Mae, Long One Shot, Writer isn't English Native Speaker, etc

• Other nomae fanfics.

You and Me

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• Noa and the Beast [One Shot]

**First Act**

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The day was coming to an end. Noa was returning home with a successful hunt. He and his friends had managed to catch a pair of rabbits and a adult deer, earning them a warm welcome.

The situation was difficult for the village. Since his father had died, he and his mother were the only hope for their survival. They had to lead the rest to survive, and that was his duty as the new leader of the village.

"Well done, son," his mother said.

Noa sat down beside his mother, hugging her and offering her a piece of food, which she refused.

Their happiness was interrupted by some apes who arrived running and shouting.

"It's an Echo! We've seen one near here!"

Noa managed to understand what one of them was saying.

"Calm down," Noa said, standing up and addressing them. "It's probably just passing through. Echos usually move when it starts to get cold."

"This one is different. We've heard it talk! It was settling near the village."

Another ape spoke up, frightened.

"Don't worry, it won't hurt us."

"You don't understand. Echos are evil, the farther away from us, the better."

"If that means underground, even better."

"Yes!"

Many of the apes supported the idea of killing the Echo.

"We can't act impulsively. We need to think with a clear head."

Noa defended the idea of reaching a consensus.

"You're our leader. You must defend our home from those things!"

The ape began to feel the pressure from his village. Everyone wanted to see how the new leader would handle a dangerous situation.

"Fine! I'll take care of it myself." Noa didn't like the idea, but he said, "Tomorrow, I'll go to where you saw it and bring back proof that the Echo is no longer a problem."

Noa received a big ovation, but he couldn't take his eyes off his mother, who disapproved of his attitude.

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**Second Act**

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Anaya and Soona, Noa's best friends, were already ready to go after the Echo. They were determined to accompany their leader, not just as friends, but as family.

The plan was to approach the Echo on foot, without horses, so as not to scare it, and kill it with the arrows they used for hunting. But Noa had taken something else from the village - a remedy that they took when they felt pain, in case he couldn't bear the scene, he would give it to the Echo himself.

It would have been just another Echo, but the idea of being able to hear one talk for the first time had haunted him all night. What if he could talk to it? What if it could defend itself by talking? What set them apart from animals if they couldn't talk?

But his village needed him. They had never encountered an Echo like this before, and it was a danger to his people. It was written that way.

When they were far enough from the village, Noa turned to his friends, stopping them.

"I have to go alone from here."

"What? No, we're not going to leave you." Soona approached him, grabbing his hands.

"Soona, I have to do this alone. I'm the leader now, and I have to be responsible for my words and my responsibilities towards our people. And one of those responsibilities is taking care of you too."

"I don't care about your position. We also want to take care of you."

Anaya joined the two, and they ended up in a three-way hug.

"I'm sure I can handle this. But I need to do it alone." He finally convinced them.

Anaya and Soona walked away, and he began to walk forward. He didn't look back, it would be easier to fulfill his responsibility alone and as the leader he had to be.

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**Third Act**

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He could observe her easily. She didn't seem to have seen him, and she continued with her life as usual. She walked back and forth, going to and from the river near the home she had built.

She was very resourceful. With the help of stones, branches, sticks, and leaves, she had built a kind of settlement near the river. She had everything she needed to survive just a few steps away.

Noa couldn't help but analyze her. From her physical features to her delicate movements. What she seemed to be doing was cooking with leaves and fruits he couldn't recognize.

They had warned him that this Echo was not normal. If she could talk, it was already very different from the ones he had encountered before, but he had never imagined what he had in front of him. If it weren't for her small body, little hair, small eyes, small hands, small waist, the bulge on her chest, and small feet, he could have sworn he was looking at an ape.

But he had to push those thoughts out of his mind. He had come to kill her, and he had already wasted too much time analyzing her.

He raised his bow and placed the arrow right at the Echo's heart direction. His hands were shaking. It was the first time they had shaken like that. He had to admit, this wasn't a normal hunt. He wasn't going to kill her out of necessity, nor did he need her skin or any part of her body. He was going to kill her because he feared her. Not just him, but his people. And that had to be his thought, his people were waiting for him to bring back proof of the event.

His vision became blurry as his heart began to beat strongly, he couldn't look. He released the arrow without being able to see well where it was headed.

"Ah!"

He heard the Echo's despairing cry.

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**Fourth Act**

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Noa found himself in front of the Echo. His blurry vision and sweaty hands hadn't allowed him to hit his target. His main objective was the Echo's heart, but due to his nerves, the arrow had ended up hitting one of her sides.

She looked at him with open, frightened eyes, trembling while she held her side. She had pulled out the arrow and was trying to stop the bleeding.

Noa could have stood there, watching her die from bleeding, but he couldn't help but approach her and offer her a piece of cloth from his own arm to stop the bleeding.

The human looked at him doubtfully, taking the cloth.

"Why?"

He didn't know what to answer. Why had he attacked her? Why was he helping her? Because his heart was in constant struggle over what was right against his mind.

Echos had to be kept away. They wouldn't approach them, and they wouldn't live with them. Beyond the Valley was forbidden to cross because Echos were there.

The elders of his clan described them as monsters that killed each other, creatures that took everything around them and massacred it. Wild animals that would kill their own siblings for power.

But in front of Noa, he saw a smaller creature than him, harmless, and not having harmed them, alone, and with no signs of damage to nature around her. Not even signs of fires or dead animals.

Noa crouched down beside the human and covered her wound, helping her stop the bleeding.

"I don't know why. Neither do I."

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**Fifth Act**

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Noa had decided to move the unconscious Echo to the nest of leaves covered by a roof of branches. At least there, she would be comfortable and covered in case the sun bothered her or it rained. But he had to go back to the village, he had to go back to Anaya and Soona, because if he took too long, he was sure they would come to see what had happened to him, and that wouldn't be good.

He had to do it quickly. Kill the nearest animal he could find, so he would have something to feed the Echo when she woke up, but also use a significant part of it to show in his village, her heart.

A hare had been the sacrifice for his plan, he didn't have time to go for a bigger animal, and with the hare's heart, he was sure his village would calm down.

He took long strides, quickly, so as not to take too long. Right where he had left them, Anaya and Soona were waiting for him. They ran to hug him and looked at what he was carrying.

"Did you do it?" Soona asked, stepping back from the hug.

"Yes."

He was lying. He was lying to his friends for an Echo. But he didn't have another choice.

In the village, they received him as the leader he was. With hugs and praise towards him. He couldn't bear the weight on his chest. He was lying to everyone.

"Son, are you okay?" His mother was the only one who could feel something in him, and she didn't take long to approach him and ask questions.

"Yes, why wouldn't I be? We've gotten rid of that Echo! Isn't that right?"

"Because it's the first time you're acting like the leader of the clan." His mother hugged him. "I know it's hard, going against your ideals to follow the clan's ideals. No one asks if you're okay when you come back, they just receive you as the leader."

"I'm fine, mom."

She was the only one who could discover everything if she noticed his strange behavior. So he had to act normally... how was he supposed to act normally after supposedly killing an Echo that hadn't done anything to them?

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**Sixth Act**

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That same morning, Noa had gone back to where the Echo was. He expected to find her where he had left her, but he was surprised to see her standing, trembling, by the riverbank.

"Hey, you shouldn't be there."

She jumped back, trying to get away from him.

"It's okay, I'm here to help you."

"You're the one who hurt me."

Well, he couldn't deny that.

"I'm sorry. Please, let me help you."

"H-how can you apologize for something like that?"

She had started to breathe with difficulty, holding her wound.

"Sh, it's okay. We'll talk when you're cured."

Noa held her wound again, seeing how it was still humid, and proceeded to clean it, forcing her to lie down on the nest.

The ape had brought new bandages in case he needed to change them, so he proceeded to change them.

"I'm sorry. I didn't want to hurt you."

"It's hard to believe. Did you think I was livestock or something?"

"No, my village is scared of you, and they wanted me to kill you."

"And, why didn't you?"

Noa continued to change the bandages, unable to look her in the eye.

"I don't know. I didn't want to kill you personally, without knowing you. But it's my duty as the leader."

That information silenced the human. She grabbed his hand with the one he was using to clean her.

"Well, as the leader, stop. You've done your duty, you've tried to kill me, give them that information, and I'll run away from here. That way, you can say I escaped."

Noa shook his head, turning his hand to hold hers.

"No, you're already dead to them."

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**Seventh Act**

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Noa had been going back and forth from the village to where Mae, the Echo, was for a week.

During the day, he took care of his leader duties, and at dawn, he would return to the human's nest, where he would cure her, feed her, and take care of her. In those moments, they would talk, forgetting about the ape's attempt to assassinate her. Mae had opened up completely to him.

A human who had lost her family recently and was trying to survive away from the rest of humans who had hurt her. He didn't understand how they had hurt her if she didn't have that physical aspect, only the wound he had inflicted on her. But she explained that the wounds those humans had inflicted on her were not visible on her body, but in her heart.

Noa felt like seeking out those humans and defending the human to make her feel better. But she told him she was already learning to forget them.

"The wound is much better."

He didn't like how she was healing so quickly. Mae would have to leave when she was fully cured, that had been their agreement, but he wasn't ready to say goodbye so soon.

"Yes, I can do things on my own now. You should rest more at night and not come to see me."

"I don't need to rest. I want to come see you."

"Noa..."

"What?"

The ape continued making the meal, actually watching how the fire was made.

"You know I've forgiven you. You don't have to keep feeling guilty. Forgive yourself too."

"I-I can't. I failed my village. But I also failed you. If only I had shot higher, you would be dead and I wouldn't have met you."

"But you're a good ape and didn't do it. If it had happened this way or that, it wouldn't exist anymore. The reality is that we've met."

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**Eighth Act**

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That day, his mother wouldn't leave his side. She observed him closely without speaking, but that made him even more nervous.

"What? What's going on?"

He stopped in front of her.

"Son, you can lie to the whole world, but not to your mother."

"What do you mean?"

"Your nighttime escapes, the lack of sales, your fatigue during the day. Tell me, son. Where do you escape to?"

"Nowhere, mom. Just... I go climbing alone to relax and sleep."

"Yesterday, you slept very late, the sun had already risen. And you started talking in your sleep."

Noa averted his gaze so she couldn't keep reading him like that.

"Your dreams mentioned Mae's name."

"Oh, nonsense. I don't know anyone by that name."

He turned around, trying to ignore his mother's comments so as not to get more nervous.

"Son, do you sneak out at night to see Mae? Is she the Echo you didn't kill?"

"Mother! I don't know what you're talking about!"

"I've known you since you came out of me. Small, hairy, and noisy. Since you were very young, you showed that you weren't like the rest of the apes. You were very analytical and more intelligent than most. Your father knew that you took twice as long to think things through, just like your grandfather."

"Mom..."

"That's why I knew when they asked you to fulfill this responsibility that you would take your time to think it through and not do it, because you're a fair son of mine."

"Mom, I couldn't kill her. She hadn't done anything to us and lived peacefully alone by the river. She didn't pose any danger like the elders make us believe."

"I know, son. I know you very well."

His mother hugged him, and he took refuge in her arms. Taking a weight off his shoulders since he wasn't the only one who knew about Mae's existence.

And not just the two of them anymore. One of the aoes in charge of the birds had overheard their conversation, hiding from mother and son.

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**Ninth Act**

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That morning, Noa found Mae packed and ready to leave, with her things in a backpack and the fire extinguished.

"Where are you going?"

"I have to leave now, Noa."

"What? No, why? You're still hurt. You can't leave yet."

"I'm not hurt anymore, Noa. You saved me."

"No, no, no, no."

Noa grabbed the girl's hands, trying to stop her.

"We knew this moment would come. I'm very grateful that you gave me the opportunity to meet you."

"No! It's the other way around. I tried to kill you and you forgave me, letting me into your life."

"That doesn't matter anymore, Noa."

"Yes, it does. I came here to kill you because I thought you were an animal, a monster, a beast. And I ended up realizing that the only beast here is me."

"Don't be so hard on yourself."

"I have to be. I can't forgive myself because if I do, I'll think I have a chance with you and it's not like that. I can't, n-no..."

Mae grabbed his cheeks, making him lean his forehead against hers, looking into his eyes.

"You're not a beast. You're my savior, but I have to leave so I don't cause you more problems."

Noa shook his head and leaned in to kiss the human, savoring the sweet taste of Mae's mouth.

They separated as they heard horses and apes cries.

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**Tenth Act**

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Noa was startled. The only apes near the river were from his village. And it couldn't be, they didn't have any nighttime exploration planned.

"What's going on?"

"I don't know."

He turned to the human, grabbing her cheeks to make her look at him.

"Don't worry, you hide. I'll go see what's happening."

Mae looked towards something behind the ape's back, and he turned to see what had caught her attention, finding his friends.

"Noa."

The two apes ran to hug him.

"You don't know what's going on in the village. Maximo told them about the Echo and they're all coming to kill her."

Anaya explained quickly, without taking a breath.

"How did you know?"

"Why didn't you tell us?"

Soona responded with another question.

"I couldn't. She was in danger."

"We're your friends! We would have helped." -Soona raised her voice.-

"It's okay, guys. We'll discuss this later. Now we have to help the Echo." -Anaya turned to Mae.

"You have to distract them while I help her escape." -Noa grabbed Mae's hand.

"No!" -Soona refused.- "You're the clan leader, you have to give them explanations after what they found out. You have to be consistent."

The ape couldn't refuse. His friend was right.

"Mae." -he turned to her, grabbing her shoulders.- "You're going with Soona and Anaya, they'll help you."

"I'm staying with you." -Soona gave him her back as he said goodbye.-

He couldn't make her change her mind, as the apes were approaching.

"Echo. It's better if you get on my back and I'll run." -Anaya offered her back to Mae, and she got on without taking her eyes off Noa.-

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**Eleventh Act**

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The group of apes arrived, finding Noa and Soona together. Both apes were standing side by side, bearing the gaze of the rest.

"Where is she?"

"We know, Noa. The Echo is still alive."

"We have to kill her before she attacks us."

"She's a demon."

Several apes spoke at once.

"Silence!" -Noa shouted, making them all quiet.- "She's not a demon! We're the ones who pursued her and tried to kill her without harming us."

"She'll do it, it's written."

"The elders say so."

"The elders are wrong!" -Noa shouted again.- "And the laws are wrong!"

"Noa, step aside!"

Several apes approached violently. He couldn't let his clan lose respect for their leader.

As the leader of the eagle clan and respectful of his clan's ancient tradition, he began to sing. He still hadn't joined with any bird. Due to his father's death, he had decided to wait out of respect for the previous leader. But now... it was the only solution he could think of to regain his clan's respect.

He continued singing, and no eagle came.

"It doesn't work like that!"

"What eagle would want to join you after you betrayed us?"

The apes' voices enraged him. His voice rose above theirs, and a large eagle with a strong presence landed on his arm.

When Noa looked up, he was surprised to see the eagle Sun, his father's eagle. Known as the strongestin its nest and stubborn like his father. Everyone feared and respected it.

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**Twelfth Act**

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Most of the apes kneeled before Noa, who stood proudly, looking at the eagle on his arm.

"It can't be, the eagle Sun has finally chosen its new master."

"It can't be, Noa, he's a traitor."

"Maximo, stop talking like that about the clan leader. He's already proven with actions that we should trust him."

One ape began to defend him, and most of them joined in. Noa knew he had regained his title as leader.

"We can't forgive his lie!"

That ape, Maximo, ran forward. Noa saw his intention to go after Noa and Anaya, so he stood in front of him, growling.

"You're not going to pass!" -he shouted, making Maximo take a few steps back.- "The Echo is my responsibility." -Noa began to address everyone.- "If anyone has a problem with her, they should come to me and I'll resolve it."

Maximo walked away with his head down.

The rest of the a apes roached to congratulate him on his union with Sol, and Soona stepped aside, observing him. In the end, it hadn't been necessary to help him; he was the clan leader, and she regretted having doubted it.

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**Thirteenth Act**

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The next morning, Noa met with Mae again. Anaya had told him the location where she had hidden her, in the cave where the three of them used to hide as children when they wanted to escape from their parents or play pranks.

Anaya had confided in Mae about the location, knowing how important it was to her friend Noa.

The ape and the human looked at each other intensely when they met. Mae was sitting on a rock, holding a piece of fruit, and had heard him enter. She was anxious to see him.

"Noa!" -she stood up, looking him up and down.- "Didn't they hurt you?"

"No, no, Mae." -Noa put his forehead against the human's, closing his eyes and breathing in her scent more closely.- "Y-you, are you okay?"

Mae let out a laugh.

"I'm fine. You faced your clan for... for me."

"Yes, for you. But I know that's not as scary as riding on Anaya's back and climbing up here with his rough scaling."

"Anaya took good care of me, you don't have to worry."

"I know."

Neither of them wanted to break the silence that followed. They hugged, feeling each other's skin so close. Mae's breath hit Noa's lips, and he couldn't resist anymore, leaning in to kiss her again, this time knowing every centimeter of her lips and mouth as he introduced his tongue.

"Noa."

Mae whispered the ape's name, and she pulled away, placing his lips on her cheek.

"You shouldn't kiss me like that. And I won't be able to leave if we keep doing this."

"Then don't leave. There's no need, no one wants you to leave. Come with me and live in my village, with my clan."

"No! Noa, I don't want to bring you more problems."

"You're not going to bring more problems." -Noa hugged her.- "Since I met you, you've brought nothing but joy and laughter and good thoughts to my life. You've made me happy, and I don't want to lose you."

"Okay."

Noa shouted happily, hugging the girl and lifting her up.

"You make me so happy, I love you!"

Mae looked into his eyes, unable to respond since she had lost her breath.

The human leaned in, kissing him again, this time with tenderness, and pulled away after a few seconds. As if her lips had given him strength and air to speak, she responded.

"I love you too."

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**Final Act**

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Mae moved in with them. The village had welcomed her with open arms when they saw her arrive with their leader.

Noa's mother received her literally in her arms, in a strong hug.

"Welcome."

The Echo, the beast everyone had feared, had found a place in everyone's heart. She had sought her place in the village and now fulfilled her responsibilities so that no one would ever have to take care of her again.

A certain leader wasn't very happy about it, since it meant they spent less time together, but he was happy seeing how everyone had learned to love her.

There was even a moment when he felt jealous of the attention she gave to the other apes.

Mae dedicated herself to healing and feeding the smaller or injured apes, or those who were lonely. This made her spend more time with others than with him. But he couldn't say anything, he had to fulfill his clan duties too.

At least he had the hope of ending the day and finding her in his nest again.

"Noa."

Mae sighed in his ear. Noa couldn't help but lie down next to the human and kiss her from her cheek to her neck. He had seen her sleeping already, but he missed her and needed to feel her in his arms.

He placed himself on top of her, lifting her clothes and pushing them aside. It wasn't the first time they had done it, but he had understood that those garments were important to cover the human's attributes. For the apes, it was rare to see those clothes, but Noa's ego grew when only he could see her like that.

Naked, trembling from his kisses and caresses, and so sensitive that she responded to every touch he gave her.

He introduced his virility, making her moan, making them both moan. His thrusts were quick and concise. That night, he needed to feel her with urgency. The desperation in his chest to make her reach climax and hear her scream his name.

"Noa!"

That scream and the contractions of the human's vagina around his penis made him come with a grunt.

"Mae, Mae."

He leaned on her, placing his elbows on both sides of Mae to avoid hurting her, and waited for his heart to calm down after coming.

"I love you."

He heard Mae.

"I love you too."

The ape responded before falling asleep next to her.

His life had taken a huge turn since the Echo, his Echo, had entered it. From believing he was going to kill a beast, to believing he had become one, to falling in love with an Echo. She had saved him from drowning in a life full of desperation and lies. She had entered his life to make the monsters that haunted him disappear. Mae was, is, and will be the love of his life forever.

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hottiehiei · 7 months ago

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- Slow burn romance with Hiei PART 3 (Final)

Hiei gets a taste of his own medicine…

sfw, gender neutral, angst, fluff

read PART 1 and PART 2 for the full experience!

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𓆩⟡�� Hiei continues to put up a wall, only this time, it’s stronger than ever. Somehow, the accidental confession only caused more tension. He doesn’t give you the cold shoulder like before, but things aren’t quite the same either. Conversations trail off into silence. Body language becomes stiff and closed off. Longing gazes turn empty.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Truthfully, Hiei feels embarrassed— ashamed even. He lost his composure at the sight of your tears. Now, he can’t bring himself to face you without the entire scene playing over in his head. He convinces himself that you’ll be better off with some other human. Someone that won’t make you cry.

𓆩⟡𓆪 The way he sees it, there are more negatives than positives. He’s a demon, a thief, unfit to be with you. He doesn’t know the first thing about love. The very thought of it makes him uneasy. What could he offer you besides trouble?

𓆩⟡𓆪 With all of these doubts floating around in his head, Hiei makes no attempts to rekindle the relationship, and you give up trying. One could only be turned down so many times before finally taking the hint.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Each passing day, you drift further apart. Your memories with Hiei fade into nothing but a distant dream, as if they never happened in the first place. Once friends, almost lovers, now strangers. There was nothing left for you two….

𓆩⟡𓆪 Yet— the minute you stopped giving Hiei attention, he suddenly felt ill.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Despite his avoidance, he looked forward to hearing you speak to him, or at least look in his direction. It was the only thing he could hold on to, a sign that you still cared.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Hiei watched from afar, irritated beyond belief. You would hang around everyone but him, smiling and joking like normal. He couldn’t remember the last time he saw you so happy. Surely Kuwabara wasn’t that funny.

𓆩⟡𓆪 To make matters worse, there was no need for Hiei to swoop in and save you anymore. After spending time with Shizuru, you picked up a few self-defense tricks. You were managing just fine without him.

𓆩⟡𓆪 At this point, Hiei is spiraling. How could you move on so effortlessly? When he tried to break away from you, he nearly lost it. Yet here you are, livelier than ever.

𓆩⟡𓆪 It wasn’t long before you felt a pair of eyes burning into the back of your head. You turned to meet his stare, fully expecting him to look elsewhere before you could catch him. But he didn’t. He wanted you to look at him. Who cares if it was just for a few seconds. He needed to look you in the eye.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Hiei wouldn’t draw attention to himself without good reason. His face remained stoic, but you suspected he was trying to communicate something. Holding his gaze, you waited with bated breath.

𓆩⟡𓆪 He walked away, but not before signaling you to follow with a subtle tilt of his head. Undeterred by his silence, you trailed behind him until no one else was around. Hiei only says one thing.

“Are you sure this is what you want?”

𓆩⟡𓆪 After days of not speaking, you would have liked some kind of explanation, but making any demands would shatter this moment. The only thing you can do is read between the lines. It’s unlike Hiei to be indirect. A hint of uncertainty lingers within his gaze. Seeking you out was a huge step, and he needs reassurance.

𓆩⟡𓆪 As long as you are willing to accept him, Hiei will do his best to keep you happy.

You nod to his question.

Hiei is silent for a moment, unsatisfied.

Just as your heart began to sink, he was standing directly in front of you, one hand cradling the side of your face and the other tracing your bottom lip.

"Use your words.”

He spoke so quietly you thought you misheard him, but the word yes came rushing from your mouth before you realized it.

Then he kissed you

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extra:

𓆩⟡𓆪 Hiei takes on the role as your “boyfriend” without formally asking you. He dislikes the word boyfriend, though. It doesn’t fit his taste. It’s too cutesy and teeny. In his eyes, you are his lover. This relationship is far more serious than your average romance. Hiei is attentive to your needs and knows more about you than he lets on. He would put his life on the line for you without hesitation.

𓆩⟡𓆪 A date with Hiei typically involves relaxing outside. It’s his ideal way of spending quality time with you. Chatting about trivial topics or napping while lying on the grass is perfect for bonding. If you aren’t afraid of heights, he carries you up a tall tree so you can admire the view.

𓆩⟡𓆪 In private, Hiei’s love for you is evident, but he’s still a smart ass. He occasionally pokes fun at you in a lighthearted manner.

𓆩⟡𓆪 His possessiveness jumps to a new level. He can freely interject when someone gets too friendly. No more glaring from a distance. He outrightly threatens anyone who gets too close. “I suggest you get lost or die.”

𓆩⟡𓆪 Everyone will start to assume you two are together— or at least have feelings for each other. Hiei doesn’t bother denying the rumors. If Yusuke or Kuwabara try teasing him, he simply tells them to mind their business. Handling those two is nothing, he’s used to the witty banter. However, they might catch him off guard with a suggestive joke.

#okay this is the last one lmao #i am out of ideas ☠️#BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT BBY ❤️#hiei #yu yu hakusho #yyh #anime x reader #fanfiction #hiei jaganshi #hiei x reader #hiei yu yu hakusho #yu yu hakusho headcanons #yu yu hakusho x reader #yyh x reader #yyh hiei #hiei yyh

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goodneighborxfallout · 1 year ago

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companions react to sole breaking down crying in their arms

A/N: A lot of these boil down to "they try to comfort you," so apologies for not being very creative.

Cait:

Not-romanced: Cait will be surprised and feel awkward about the situation. Every instinct in her body is telling her to push you away and give a rude remark, but you are friends, and you have always been there for her when she needs you, so she sucks it up and hugs you. It takes her a few minutes to ask you what’s wrong, and she cringes internally at the heartfelt gesture because it is so foreign to her.

Romanced: So surprised that she can’t even think about what would be weird and what would be good to do or say. She just reacts on instinct. Luckily for Sole, her instinct around them is to protect them, not herself. “Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” She’ll be curious and worried, but won’t push you into telling her anything.

Codsworth: (since it’s impossible or at least really awkward to hug Codsworth, this one is just breaking down in front of him crying) Codsworth will panic. He cannot handle sadness well so he’ll try to cheer you up by offering various beverages or food. When that doesn’t work, he’ll finally stop and communicate with you. “Oh sir/mum, what can I do to make you feel better?”

Curie:

Not-romanced and romanced (I could not really envision it being different): Curie is not that good with emotions yet, so you being so open with them will shock her, but she’ll admire you even more for it. “Oh dear, you must be feeling a whole whirlwind of emotions for you to cry this much!” Curie will, of course, hug you back, but she will feel awkward and insecure about her ability to comfort you. She doesn't even understand most of the emotions she herself experiences. How is she supposed to make you - the expert in her eyes - feel better?

Danse:

Not-romanced: Danse will freeze for a second before hesitantly hugging you back. Everything inside of him screams that this is inappropriate, that he is your superior, and any kind of physical touch is wrong, even if it is just to comfort you. But another part of him knows your relationship isn’t just based on rank. You’re friends, so he’ll bite his tongue and let you cry until your eyes are dry. He won’t say anything in the meantime, but when you are done, he will ask for an explanation as to what is going on.

Romanced: He won’t show you, but he is panicking, and he’ll continue to panic until you tell him everything that is bothering you. He will hug you tightly and try his best to comfort you, but he will mostly listen instead of trying to give advice.

Deacon:

Non-romanced: Out of the fight-flight-freeze reactions, Deacon is a person who flees. That’s why he lies and makes up new identities. Being close to someone scares him, as does the friendship you two share. So, when you walk up to him and break down in his arms, he will unfortunately push you away. He doesn’t do it intentionally; it’s an automatic reaction to anyone seeking any sort of intimacy with him. He instantly regrets it too. “Shit, I’m sorry,” he’ll say upon seeing your surprised eyes. He internally debates whether he should tell you how uncomfortable he is with physical touch, but he can see that you need him right now, so instead he’ll close the distance again and hug you. “Sorry. Let’s forget about that, okay? Tell me what’s wrong.”

Romanced: No questions asked, he hugs you tightly and places gentle kisses on your head. He will lay the two of you down so you can cry as long as you need to in a more comfortable position. He’ll hide how much your breakdown scares him, and will try to redirect his thoughts elsewhere (as long as you’re not ready to talk). After a while, he’ll start to absentmindedly run his fingers through your hair and over your back.

Gage:

Non-romanced: If you do it in public, where the gangs can see you, he might shoot you. So, you better just do it somewhere private like on Fizztop Mountain. However, even if you do it in private, Gage won’t be comforting. He’ll push you away and curse in annoyance upon seeing your tears. “For fuck’s sake! You crying on me now, Boss? You’ve got to be kidding me.” Gage will be ashamed of you. You are the boss of a gigantic raider operation and here you are in front of him, crying. That is not an acceptable thing to do. Get angry, scream, kill, vandalize! There are many ways to express your emotions and crying is not one of them! Even if you are friends, he will not be open to hear you out as long as you are crying.

Romanced: Gage won’t push you away, but he is still uncomfortable with openly showing weakness. Even if it is the two of you towards each other. He won’t be able to stand the silence as you are crying and sobbing, so he’ll make some suggestions of other things you can do instead of crying. “Come on, let’s shoot some ghouls in Kiddie Kingdom. Always fun to get those suckers, right?” “Heard another poor bastard got stuck in the Gauntlet, how about we make his day even worse, huh?” If you do not react to his suggestions, he’ll eventually quiet down.

Hancock:

Non-romanced: “Hey, Sunshine, what’s gotten you so down?” Will hug you back tightly and not let go until you yourself signal that you want out of the embrace. Hancock will instantly communicate with you to support you as well as possible. “Tell me what you want me to do here, sweetheart.” Do you need him to just hold you and listen? Do you want him to try and cheer you up? Anything you say goes.

Romanced: The same as non-romanced, just with a lot more affection. He’ll mumble words of affection, compliments and praises in your ear.

Longfellow:

Will be awkward with the physical affection. He can understand needing a shoulder to cry on, but his shoulder hasn’t been used in a long time and he knows he is not the best person to comfort others. “Kid, I know you ain’t got a lot of friends on the island, but I’m afraid you still chose the wrong person to come to.” Of course, his words won’t do anything, it’s not like you’re gonna try and find someone else to comfort you while you are experiencing a literal breakdown, so he’ll stick with you, but will remain awkwardly silent. After a while, he’ll get used to the sound of you crying and he’ll go back to just being himself: grumbling to himself and humming some songs.

MacCready:

Non-romanced: He’ll be surprised when you suddenly crash into him crying, and a bit awkward - he was just a hired gun, this was not what he signed up for. But his worry will be bigger than his annoyance so he won’t make any insensitive remarks until after you’re done crying and he’ll only do that jokingly, to lighten the mood.

Romanced: So so worried. “Hey, what’s wrong?” When you don’t talk and just cry, his concern will only grow. “Come on, Sole, talk to me. You’re worrying me, sweetheart. Say something, please.”

Nick:

Non-romanced: “There you go, kid, just let it all out.” Nick will hug you back as gently as possible with his outdated synth body. He won’t say much, he’ll just let you cry and vent if you need to. Only if you signal that you are done will he talk and try to give advice as far as that is possible.

Romanced: The same as non-romanced but he won’t hesitate to hold you tight.

Piper:

non-romanced and romanced: Piper will feel really bad to see you like this. She will hug you tightly and try to reassure you. “Hey, shh, it’s okay. I’m here, just tell me what’s going on.”

Preston:

Non-romanced: Preston will be so awkward. He’ll have no idea how to handle this so he’ll just quietly hug you until you’ve calmed down. Only when he feels like you are not too emotional anymore will he dare to speak up. “Hey… wanna talk about it?”

Romanced: Less awkward, but he still won’t know what to say because he’s afraid he’ll make it worse or annoy you.

Strong:

Has no concept of what affection is. He’ll assume you’re trying to brawl with him and he’ll simply throw you on the ground.

X6-88:

Non-romanced: Will push you away and will not be sympathetic towards your feelings. “This seems highly inappropriate.” “If you really need to waste your time on this, I suggest you do it when you’re in human company.”

Romanced: Still unsympathetic, but he cares enough this time to keep his mouth shut. So he’ll just silently embrace you. Unless you take too long, then he will suddenly and dryly suggest you stop crying so the two of you can keep going.

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awkwardauthorwrites · 2 years ago

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Fighter

Based on this request: Can you please write one Sebastian sallow X Reader. where the reader is known to be the most powerful dueler in the school, so the school sets a match between her house and another house but no one knows before the match she had a fight with seb making her lose all focus during the match causing whispers between the students knowing she never lost one before, and seb regreting the fight immediately after seeing her getting hurt and unable to focus and try to make amends after she loses despite her pushing him away.

Word Count: 3.4k

Themes: fluff, angst if you squint really hard, bad flirting written by a tired yours truly. Fem!Reader

Warnings: Potential spoilers for HL. As always, characters are in their seventh year and aged up to 18+. Physical violence (after a quick search, apparently the only form of fighting in a duel is magical, which means you can’t punch someone if you’ve been disarmed. There was however, no date to indicate how long this has been around, so I’ve taken some liberties). Also like one real swear word and a couple of everyday british insults I throw around daily

Also, if anyone’s curious, here’s the song I was listening to when the duel started

Y/N twirled her wand nervously between her fingers as Natty, Poppy and Imelda continued to speak excitedly from around her. She half-listened to them, throwing in a smile or laugh every-so-often when it called for it but her attention was elsewhere. More specifically, it was across the room watching the brunet man in green robes talk to a younger, animated Gryffindor next to an obscenely large blackboard. Y/N narrowed her eyes at Sebastian, who continued to talk to an overly-excited Lucan Brattleby as the latter collected money for the bets that were being placed tonight.

Her eyes drifted to the board, satisfaction swelling in her once more as she looked over the tournament bracket which had eliminated more and more students until there were only four left standing, including her and Sebastian. She was due to duel Leander Prewett tonight, who sat on the other end of the hall from Y/N and occasionally looked over her way with a smug look on his face as if he had already won. He never did forgive her for calling him out back in fifth year and reminding him Sebastian was a better duellist.

“Are you even listening to us?” Imelda waved a hand in front of Y/N’s face.

“Not particularly,” she offered her friend an overly sweet smile, knowing how to push her buttons. “Leander won’t stop staring.” The girls all looked at Leander in unison and Y/N didn’t have to watch Imelda to know she was sneering at him. She never did quite get over him badmouthing their house, or Sebastian (even though she would never admit it out loud).

“He’ll soon be sulking when he has to go up against you,” Natty nudged her gently, a grin on her face. “There’s a reason everyone has lost to you so far, you are a force to be reckoned with.”

“How positively Slytherin of you, I’m starting to think Imelda and I are bad influences,” Y/N laughed and shook her head. “I suppose Y/N the Invincible does have a nice ring to it.”

Her gaze trailed to the opposite end of the room again as Natty and Imelda dove into a conversation about which title would be best for her when she won the Crossed Wands tournament, her wand still spinning in between her fingers. She caught Sebastian’s eye this time, her movements slowing as they stared at each other from across the room. He hardly acknowledged her before turning away and facing Ominis, who had come to support them both in tonight’s semi-finals. Sebastian had not long finished his duel against Charlotte Morrison and it came to no surprise that he had won.

“Are you both still fighting?” Poppy asked her quietly, trying not to attract the attention of the girls who sat with them.

“Apparently,” Y/N sniffed in annoyance and looked away from Sebastian as he laughed loudly at something Ominis said to him.

“What even happened between the two of you?”

“Your guess is as good as mine.” Y/N wasn’t being obtuse, she truly didn’t know how things had escalated so badly between them. Those who knew they weren’t speaking were surprised - Y/N had always come across as patient and understanding, and more than forgiving to those who didn’t deserve it. Only the people closest to her knew how quick she was to react behind closed doors.

She sighed and rolled her shoulders, itching for the duel for Leander so that she could release some of the pent up frustrations that had been brewing within her for the past few days. She supposed it was a little unfair to take her annoyance at Sebastian out on Leander, but every time the latter smirked at her she felt the guilt ease a little. Prick, she watched as he pretended to flex his muscles to the group of Gryffindors he was sitting with. As if she hadn’t already beat him in the very same tournament last year or the year before that.

“Duellists, take your positions!” Lucan called out. Poppy, Imelda and Natty all squeezed her arm in reassurance and wished her luck before making their way to the doorway of the bell tower clockyard where the gate would keep them safe from any errant spells.

“Good luck, Y/N,” Ominis grinned at her as she neared him and Sebastian. “I’d say I can’t wait to see you thrash Prewett but well…” She laughed and let him grasp her shoulder. “I’ve got a lot of money on you.”

“No pressure then.” Her eyes wandered to Sebastian, who was standing next to his best friend. He looked away as he caught her gaze, hands stuffed into his pockets.

“Come on, Ominis. We need to get behind the gate.”

“Are you not going to wish Y/N good luck Sebastian?” Ominis tilted his head in his direction, a small smirk playing on the corner of his mouth. Prat. Sebastian looked at her from the corner of his eye and let out a quiet sigh.

“Good luck, Y/L/N.”

“I’ll see you in the finals, Sallow.” She watched as he rolled his eyes at her words and turned to leave without another word, tugging Ominis in the right direction gently.

“Are you ready, Y/N?” Lucan asked her, his eyes darting between her and Sebastian’s retreating figure. Lucan, like everyone, was more than curious to know what had happened between the pair, but was smart enough not to ask her directly - there was a reason he organised her duels instead of battling against her. He couldn’t help but grimace as he looked over to Leander to check if he was ready, Y/N was going to eat him alive if he kept on sneering at her like that. “No funny business,” he looked pointedly at Y/N, who gave him an innocent smile in response, and turned to walk behind the barrier and closed the gate.

“You can give up now, Y/L/N,” Leander called out to her, “no harm in conceding.”

“I thought you Gryffindors loved a good fight. Not quite a victory if you win by default, is it Prewett?” Y/N laughed as Leander snarled and shot a disarming charm her way. She didn’t even need to deflect it with protego, she simply stepped aside and let the spell fizzle against the wall behind her. “You’re going to have to do better than that if you want to finally beat me.”

“Shut up!” he snapped, sending a barrage of spells her way. Y/N flung a quick shield up, gritting her teeth in concentration as a range of charms and jinxes were flung at her. He didn’t give her a chance to retaliate, going full on offensive due to his anger at her. Her shield finally shattered as he shot another disarming charm at her, a smug grin on his features as it clattered uselessly and rolled away behind her. “What are you going to do now? Can’t fight without a wand.”

“Can’t I?” Y/N smirked at him and levitated him with a wave of her hand.

“You’re not supposed to use your abilities!” Leander protested, legs flailing as he hovered midair.

“Oh, I’m not. It’s called wandless magic, Prewett. Something you’d be able to do if you actually paid attention in class.” With that Y/N cast a summoning spell on him, pulling him right up in front of her before punching him square in the face. Leander spluttered as he fell to the floor, one sleeve of his robe holding his now bloody nose.

“You hit me!” he looked over at Lucan, who looked just as stunned by her decision. “Surely that isn’t allowed?”

“I…” Lucan looked at a loss for words. “I don’t know! No one’s ever resorted to physical violence before!” Lucan looked up at Sebastian, who just shrugged at him.

“Disqualify her!”

“Don’t you dare!” Imelda, Poppy and Natty all glared at Lucan, who looked very uncomfortable with everyone watching him for an answer. Y/N shook her hand out and took the opportunity to grab her wand as she waited for Lucan to decide if she was disqualified or not. She wouldn’t apologise for resulting to physical violence (I literally just set him on fire, how is punching him any worse) she would be rather annoyed if she was removed from the tournament. She and Sebastian had a running tally over the past few years on which one of them was the best duellist in the school, and if she lost to him this year because of this…he would never let her live it down. If he decided to speak to her, that is.

She looked over at him as Lucan took a moment to deliberate her fate with Leander still whining in the background on how she might have broken his nose. He was already staring at her, arms crossed, and an expression on his face that she couldn’t quite read from this distance. Her stomach flipped uselessly as she refused to break eye contact with him, silently challenging him to look away first. She watched as Ominis muttered something to him, presumably asking what was going on, and he replied without looking away.

She raised one of her eyebrows, silently questioning him if they were still arguing. He gave her a flat look as if to say what do you think before finally breaking away and turning to speak to Ominis. Y/N felt her eyes burn in frustration as she turned her back on him and instead watched the pendulum for the clock tower swing back and forth slowly. How was she supposed to fix things between them when she didn’t even know what she did wrong? She knew she wasn’t guiltless in their fight - they had both snapped some particularly awful things at each other - but she didn’t know how to approach him so they could settle this. For all of the good qualities Y/N could list about Sebastian (and there were many) he was as stubborn as a mule and refused to see when he was in the wrong.

“The fight will continue!” Lucan called out, breaking her from her thoughts. “Just…maybe don’t do that again, will you Y/N?” Leander protested loudly at allowing her to continue, but the noise was drowned out by the loud cheers coming from the group that had come to support her. She watched in amusement as Poppy pulled Lucan into a hug and his face went an impressive shade of red that revealed the colour of his robes. “I suppose I need to add that going forward all duels will be fought with magic only, and no physical contact will be tolerated.” He looked up at Sebastian again, who nodded in confirmation - not that he would ever lay a hand on her (or any woman for that matter).

Y/N couldn’t concentrate as the duel picked back up and barely managed to protect herself from yet another disarming charm that Leander shot her way, as if he weren’t already aware that she could do wandless magic. She was thoroughly distracted by her silent interaction with Sebastian, the words from their previous fight clouding her judgement. She couldn’t believe this had all come from a stupid, simple misunderstanding.

Y/N felt her wand fly from her hand moments before she flew backwards and she collided with some of the training dummies Lucan had tucked into the corner of the room. She clutched at her stomach as she rolled into her knees, wincing slightly as pain lanced up her side. There was a loud ringing in her ears from the blast, and she could barely hear Leander cheering from the other end of the hall, boasting on how he had managed to beat one of Hogwarts top duellists.

“Y/N!” Her vision swam as someone in a green cloak pressed a Wiggenweld potion to her lips, their hand resting lightly on her back as more people crowded around them. “Give her some air, back off!” She would recognise Sebastian’s voice anywhere.

“I’m fine, give me a minute.” She tried to shrug him off, but only succeeded in tilting to the left haphazardly. She felt Sebastian grab her elbow before she could hit her head again and pull her towards him, her head coming to rest on his shoulder as the room spun around her. “Why are you helping me?” She could hear Natty and Poppy shoo everyone off to give her some space and there was no mistaking Imelda’s angry voice from the other end of the room, berating Leander for his abysmal showmanship.

“Do you think just because we had a stupid argument I would stop caring for you?” Sebastian gently touched the back of her head, looking for signs of a welt or a bump.

“I was horrid to you.”

“I wasn’t exactly the nicest myself,” he murmured. Y/N waited a couple of more minutes for the dizziness to subside, her fingers fiddling with Sebastian’s sleeve as she listened to his thundering heartbeat.

“Your heart is beating so fast.”

“Yes well, I did just watch you get flung thirty feet across a room as if you were a ragdoll.”

“I’m okay,” Y/N tilted her head to look up at him with a small smile. The potion had made its way through her body and it no longer hurt every time she breathed. “You worry too much.”

“I think I worry about you just the right amount,” he scoffed, pressing a kiss to her temple. “I’m going to have a conniption one of these days because of you.”

“Won’t that be a sight,” she teased, laughing quietly. She could feel him chuckle silently beside her and let her eyes slip closed once more.

“Did the potion not work? Do I need to take you to Blainey?”

“No, no, I’m fine. I’m just enjoying the moment.”

“Here in my arms, you mean?”

“No, you prick,” she rolled her eyes at him and gently flicked his knee. “I meant without everyone breathing down my neck to see if I’m alright.”

“Ah, well, I think they’re a little scared of your reaction to be honest. No one’s ever seen you lose a duel before.”

“I can’t believe Prewett beat me,” she groaned, burying her head in the crook of Sebastian’s neck. “As if he wasn’t insufferable before. I shouldn’t have let myself become so distracted.”

“I saw the change in you when the duel picked back up; what were you thinking about?”

“You.”

“Me?” Sebastian looked down at her. “Don’t tell me you got hurt because you were too busy thinking about our fight.” He groaned as she shrugged casually and took her head in his hands gently. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart.”

“For the fight or because I got hurt during a wizard duel?”

“Both,” he replied seriously, brushing some hair from her eyes. “I’ve been trying to figure out how to approach you and apologise all day. I was going to do it before our duels but I let my pride get the best of me.”

“I’m well aware of the pitfalls of Slytherin pride, thank you very much.” Y/N took his hands from her face and held them between her own. “I’ve been doing the same thing. I tried to get here before your duel with Charlotte so I could apologise, but I was too late. You looked even more annoyed that I missed your fight so I stayed away.”

“We make quite a pair.”

“Don’t we?” Y/n smiled coyly at him before sighing loudly (and rather dramatically, Sebastian thought). “Leander fucking Prewett. I’ll have to go into hiding from the shame. Will you avenge me?”

“Of course,” Sebastian laughed at her theatrics, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. “I’ll fight valiantly in your honour.”

“To the death?”

“If you want.”

“Hm.” She pretended to think about it, tapping her chin lightly. “No, not to the death. I couldn’t bear it if your pretty face was sent to Azkaban.”

“I’m sure you’ll find a way to talk them out of sending me there. You already have once.”

“On second thought, maybe I’ll let you rot there for the rest of your life just for the sheer audacity.”

“You’d miss me and my pretty face too much,” Sebastian grinned and pulled her closer until she was sitting between his legs. “If it helps, I think you’re rather beautiful too.”

“I didn’t say I found you beautiful.”

“Not directly to me, no,” he leant in so he could whisper in her ear, “but you girls aren’t as quiet as you think you are when you start discussing which wizards in the school are attractive. For the record, I find it a little offensive that you think I would be so smug about it.”

“Aren’t you?” Y/N pulled back so she could read his expression. “Anyway, you know you’re attractive, you don’t need me to tell you.”

“No, but it would be nice.”

“In your dreams, Sallow.”

“You? Constantly, yes.” Sebastian grinned at the blush that came to her cheeks and couldn’t help but press a sweet kiss to her face. “As much as I enjoy flirting with you while we sit here, I should probably let the girls come and check on you now.”

“This was you flirting? I never would have been able to tell.” She shot him a sly smile and let him pull her to her feet slowly, taking note of his hands that hovered cautiously in case she showed any signs of her previous lightheadedness. Y/N would deny it if anyone asked - especially Sebastian - but she may have clutched onto his toned bicep as they stood, feigning a slight wobble so that he would wrap an arm around her waist to steady her.

“You don’t need to fall to my feet, darling, you already have my attention.”

“You’re insufferable.”

“I think you meant to say dashingly handsome.”

“You’re alright.”

“Would it kill you to compliment me one time? I did just technically save you.”

“From Leander,” Y/N scoffed. She watched as he pretended to look put out with her and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. “My hero, however will I repay you?” she batted her eyelashes at him playfully, and Sebastian could feel his heartbeat pick up at the smile that she was giving him, which was anything but innocent. He couldn’t help but look down at her lips, wondering if he would get a smack from her for even daring to take a glance.

Y/N was more than aware of what he was thinking, she had practically seen the words well I can think of a few things as he looked down at her mouth. A part of her was aware that their friends still lingered in the room after clearing everyone out, but she didn’t really care who was watching as she stood on the tips of her toes and pressed her lips to Sebastian’s softly. She felt his arms tighten around her, pulling her closer as he kissed her back.

“You both disgust me.” Y/N heard both Poppy and Natty shush Imelda rather loudly and felt her face flush as she reluctantly pulled away from the kiss. Sebastian followed her, chasing her lips so that he could continue to kiss her, much to Imelda’s displeasure. With a red face, Y/N pressed her face to Sebastian’s chest, laughing quietly as she heard Poppy explain to Ominis what the fuss was about.

“We need new friends,” Sebastian muttered in her ear. Y/N didn’t agree as she turned to look at the group watching them. Despite Imelda’s protests, all three of the witches had large grins plastered on their faces, and even Ominis looked happy for them (if a little red in the face at their public display of affection). Sebastian pressed a sweet kiss to her temple, muttering a request for them to sneak away together to continue their session away from prying eyes and as Y/N took his hand so that he could lead her away she found that she didn’t even care that she had lost the duel to Leander. Besides, she could always get him back next time.

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purikkura · 1 year ago

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collision report — s.hanbin

❪ ★彡 SYNOPSIS. ❫ ──── you've witnessed your best friend cause one too many train accidents, but never did you ever expect your heart would be caught in one.

❪ ★彡 PAIRING. ❫ ──── sung hanbin x gn!reader

❪ ★彡 WORD COUNT. ❫ ──── 2019 words

❪ ★彡 GENRE/TROPES. ❫ ──── angst... really bad angst, high school au (was tempted to set it at university, but didn't know how fitting that was <;/3), best friends

❪ ★彡 WARNINGS. ❫ ──── allusions to & mentions of death; reader's hella paranoid and delulu; hanbin's lowkey a red flag, but we choose to look past that

❪ ★彡 NOTES. ❫ ──── first fic... y'all, this took ages. i'm 98% sure there's no way i'll be able to pump out requests at a fast rate as most, but i'll try to get to that point. eventually. this was loosely inspired by doushite mo kimi ga suki da by akb48, hence why i brought up trains so often. get my sisters to 1 million on spotify, they're so close!! alternatively titled as 'heartbreak prince!'

You told him you’d be gone for no more than 5 minutes.

And usually, when you tell Hanbin things, such promises become your top priority—for no reason in particular other than that he was Sung Hanbin. Everyone liked Sung Hanbin, whether they’d admit to it or not.

Perhaps you stood ahead in line than others—reap the benefits of the title as his best friend, why not—but that position was distressing as it was rewarding considering all the train wrecks you had to witness practically firsthand. Cringing upon the first whiff of smoke in the form of heartbreak, you could only feel bad for that week’s victim who had fallen ill to Hanbin’s charms, who shoveled their nerves and confessed to him, sooted hands waiting to be taken by a pair as pure as his.

He never did. He never could; that, you knew very well based on the horrified looks he snuck over to you during the first few incidents. He’s gotten better at it, though—derailing the other person’s high-speed emotions, making it not as messy of a bloody blue ruin. As per every rejection, it ended with you two turning your backs and heading homebound together. Envy wasn’t always a green-eyed monster. It could also take on the form of a devastated high school student, eyes discerning the back of your head (rather than the obvious space between you and your friend) as though you had kicked dirt on them just then. Don’t you know better? The body’s still warm.

Homebound is where you should be right about now, but much to the shock of everyone else, you had a life outside of playing the role of “the one that always stands next to Hanbin; are they his significant other?” and, besides, you were people-pleasing elsewhere. Needing some last-minute material for an upcoming test, your teacher obliged the offer, but that meant taking time out of your day to actually confront them. You thought it would take no more than 5 minutes.

You told Hanbin that at approximately 4:37 PM.

It’s 5:23.

Perhaps on the way, you could sum up a valid excuse as to why you stayed way later than expected. Hanbin knew you were lagging behind in the class; he was the one helping you all this time, and it was more than likely that he was the one who tipped your teacher intel that you needed extra studying material in the first place. He tends to do that often. Care too much. Then again, you always tried to return the favor in other classes, no matter how bad you were, or, at the very least, attempted to buy or share your lunch. You physically had to fight to put a chip in his mouth once, which might or might not have resulted in choking, you profusely apologizing, and him simply smiling as if he didn’t almost befriend death.

It was the small things that made you love him.

Made people love him—you liked him a very normal amount.

. . .

Who are we fooling?

You were absolutely, tremendously, without a doubt, down terribly in the trenches in love with him! And it seemed everyone was well-aware, including your math teacher who not-so-subtly dropped the question only a few minutes ago, “Are you two an item yet?” Only problem was, you couldn’t tell the one person your feelings mattered most to. No, really, how could you? After every crush people have caught? After every crash he caused?

You weren’t willing to ruin what the two of you currently had. A relationship that exceeded mere acquaintances—one you always hesitated asking if it ever meant more to him. You even hesitated to ask someone else if they drew some sort of boundary with their friends when it came to physicality. It wasn’t uncommon for you and Hanbin to randomly entangle together, arms haphazardly overlapping with the other’s, however unintentional it may be. It was comfortable for the two of you, though perhaps not so much for passersby that looked at you with rage. A stark contrast between the way Hanbin looked at you with an unbelievable amount of tenderness.

. . . Regardless.

Hanbin was your best friend.

You couldn’t leave him, and he wouldn’t leave you.

That’s what you thought before making it to the courtyard. No Hanbin in sight.

Huh. That was strange.

The thought of him leaving you…

Your shoes kicked into high gear while the sun trickled to disappear. As if a ghost of one of Hanbin’s victims possessed you, a surge of unbeknownst confidence compelled you to try. Because you were tired of standing at a railroad crossing. Because you were fascinated by train wrecks.

There was no doubt in your mind. You love Sung Hanbin.

Didn’t matter how other people felt or how anyone would look at you. You were practically first on the waiting list anyway; you should feel more than willing to announce your feelings to the world and let the wind carry your words over to him.

Thankfully, Hanbin takes extremely slow strolls, so you managed to catch up to him right when he crossed the railroad crossing. (That’s also strange. You guys rarely take this shortcut.) Unfortunately, you arrived right when the gates fell.

“Hanbin!”

All you could see was him. Him. Him. Him alone. You could already imagine how beautiful he’ll look when he turns around, unable to hear laughter blocked out by what sounded like a siren.

You called his name another time. Possibly another.

Though the last was cut off by the incoming train, bells ringing, severing the red thread that connected you two until parted by death.

You braced for impact, a grimace replacing your previous dazed expression, but all you really felt was the wind pushing you back. You think the universe saved you just now.

Then the ringing stopped. You opened your eyes, expecting him to initially chastise you for being so reckless before teasing you for saying his name like a lovesick fool. But all he did was stare at you. Sure, there resided some specs of endearment in his eyes—that would never change—but the rest of his features reminded you so much of the horror-struck looks he gave you upon every confession. All he did was stare at you.

Meanwhile, all you could do was stare at her.

You’ve seen her before. She’s pretty—long sleek hair adorned by a headband, an accessory Hanbin doted on in the past for a reason beyond your one-sided awareness.

However, it wasn’t the headband that drew your attention or made your eyes bulge out of their sockets. It was the space between them, or lack thereof when you noticed their hands glued together.

You must’ve stared long enough not to notice the gates rose, clashing with your confidence that diminished instantly right to the soles of your shoes.

You only picked your head up when he called your name, as gently as he could.

“Hi.”

“Hi,” he mirrored in the same nervousness.

Glancing between them was a difficult task not to do. “Sorry it took so long, I… had to get some help from my teacher.”

“You don’t have to apologize,” he made sure to say that first, sneaking a look to the side. It was still his part, and you knew this script far better than anyone else. “I’m sorry — I forgot to introduce you.”

You didn’t catch her name. That was, without a doubt, the least interesting part of his sentence. Still, the words ‘My girlfriend’ resounded perfectly in your ears.

“Oh.” Congrats, you incorporated your first-ever adlib in your role, but please, follow the script. “Since—since when?”

“Since now, I think,” the girl finally took charge of the lines, attentive to neither yours nor Hanbin’s broken expressions, but she (at the very least) picked up on the awkward situation unfolding. “I guess I asked Hanbin out a few weeks ago? And he said yes, but we didn’t go anywhere from there until today when I… asked him to walk me home.”

“A few weeks ago?” Your breath fell short despite saying only four words.

Hanbin didn’t necessarily have the gall, but to better his conscious, he had to deliver an answer. “It happened in the middle of a convenience store.” Translation: he didn’t think that much of it.

“And you said yes?” Your voice was quiet. For the first time, Hanbin forgot what to say. For the first time, he forgot how to redirect the train. There was only one rail, and it was headed straight for the two of you.

Out of every confession leading up to now, this was by far the worst.

“Yes.”

At some point in time, he lost his girlfriend’s hand, but she delicately laced it back with his as pure reassurance, prompting him to add: “Yeah, I mean, I’ve been crushing on her all year. I figured, why not?”

He’s been crushing on her all year? He’s never mentioned that before, has he? If so, how could you not have possibly known?

“Why not…” Your body’s breaking down, losing function. “Why didn’t…” …you tell your best friend? Why didn’t you tell me you were on the cusp of killing your own best friend? “Why don’t you walk her home this week?”

That definitely wasn’t the response Hanbin was expecting, or wanted. But the director is intrigued, seeking confirmation as to whether their actors know their characters as much as they did, persisting in the change in script.

“What?” Anyone could’ve heard how his voice dejected an octave lower.

“Yeah… yeah, you know,” you trailed in, unsure as to whether you really meant what you were about to say, “I’m staying after to study for the test soon. I wouldn’t want you to walk home alone. Either of you.”

Hanbin convinced himself those last few words were rushed because the ones before were definitely a direct hit on him, and there’s not a second in this situation when he doesn’t regret saying yes to his girlfriend’s homeward request.

“You sure? I wouldn’t want to impose—”

“Are you serious?” He didn’t mean to interrupt his girlfriend as he did, and he especially didn’t want to sound as exasperated as he did. Nothing could stop your eyes from flashing a bit of concern; it was built into your system that Hanbin’s well-being was priority #1. “If you still need help, I could come over.”

Was he upset with you? Anger is common as far as human nature goes, but the genuine kind never rose between you and him. You’ve certainly seen him tense up in situations like confessions or tests even he didn't study for (no thanks to you), but did his shoulders always buckle so tight?

“I think you’ve helped enough.”

There, you’ve done it. Now, there lies two casualties. That red thread of fate did last until the very end.

“B-But I’m here now!” You sounded more enthused than you were. “And I don’t want to hold either of you up, so let’s start walking, yeah?”

You extended your arm, gesturing for them to lead the way. Part of you hoped he’d take your tainted hand instead, but he never did. He never could. His girlfriend had to tug for his body to finally react, and you witnessed his face surf through a plethora of emotions before settling on a forced cordial smile—one he used after every killing.

This moment felt all too familiar. Déjà vu all over again, only you felt out of place. This was a change in scenery. Rather than spotting the sunset, you watched as the couple turned their backs, your eyes boring into the back of an innocent’s head, who walked in the position you once had.

You were prepared to play the kicked puppy, a gate of tears ready for their cue. But you couldn’t, not when the boy who did away with your innocence walks already guilted with so many bodies, some that hadn’t even gone cold.

So, you never did.

You told him you needed all but 5 minutes. If it had been 5 minutes, would your life have been spared?

#zerobaseone #zb1 x reader #zb1 x gender neutral reader #sung hanbin #sung hanbin x reader #sung hanbin x gender neutral reader #zb1 imagines #zb1 scenarios

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merakiui · 2 years ago

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APOCALYPSE AU JADE CHOOSING A BRIDE?

(cw: yandere, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, female reader, apocalypse logic, mentions of pregnancy/breeding, misogyny)

Jade is meticulous about every little thing he does, so this meticulousness also extends to choosing a bride. Since he's Azul's second-in-command, Jade is permitted to peruse in whichever way he sees fit. As enjoyable (and few and far between) as ceremonies are, they take up resources that should be put to better use elsewhere within the compound. So Jade makes his process fairly simple and decides that each eligible bride (which he will handpick to create a substantial list for himself) will meet with him for a ten minute interview, in which he will ask a set of questions to determine various types of compatibility, to fact-check health records and other files he's received, and to get to know a little more about the bride's personality.

Jade isn't a fool. He knows that most brides will stretch the truth in order to look more appealing than the last. After all, selection comes with its fair share of benefits and luxuries. Anyone smart enough to take advantage of that will, much like how Jade will take advantage of his position to choose a bride who will produce the best, healthiest results. Or that was his original plan, until he meets you and now his focus on his main objective strays.

He chooses you not because of your records or what's been catalogued on your profile, but because you're interesting. Unlike the other brides. An unexpected source of entertainment. The other interviews were not very special; in fact, they went about as well as Jade expected them to go, which is a shame considering he was hoping there would be a little more...excitement rather than blatant bootlicking. He's not very scary, or so he'll tell each bride with an amiably sharp smile.

You don't seem very frightened when you sit casually in your chair and answer each of his questions (nor do you try to gain his favor like the others), even being so bold as to ask him—the interviewer—questions. Jade ends up having a very entertaining back-and-forth with you rather than a true interview. And when your time with him reaches its end, you leave him with an enticing offer: "I don't expect you to love me or treat me with love, but I can at least make compromises. I'll give you what you want if you give me the things I want."

Jade's sold. He likes a person who knows how to negotiate and bargain, how to get the most out of a relationship. And lucky for you there are things he wants from you. It's not just to breed you full until you're guaranteed to give him lots of children. Jade wants to know the inner workings of the bride dormitories. He wants to know what goes on within those walls, what sorts of secrets are exchanged, what sort of information travels in and out. He's certain that there's something he can dig up that Azul might find useful.

Your relationship with Jade will be pleasant if you continue to provide him with everything he asks for. In return, he has no problems getting you better meals, moving you into a nicer, more spacious lodging, protecting you from any vindictive brides or handsy men, and so on. Just name your prices and he will pay them. Though it's also expected that you pay his prices, however steep they may seem.

For a while, he sees you as nothing more than a scarce commodity—a precious resource who's good for many things, one of those being breeding. But he's spent enough intimate moments with you, both in and out of the bedroom, to truly bond with you. Little things warm him up to you—like when you, still drowsy with sleep, wrap your arms around him from behind in what he thinks is a sweet good morning greeting while he's preparing tea. Or when you keep him up at night to talk about a world in which life is normal—would you be friends? Lovers? Enemies? Would you have even met? Or when you exchange playful, pointed statements about random things that aren't truly worth serious debates. Or when you're finally pregnant and you become oddly excited about the entire thing, constantly promising him with bright, happy eyes that you won't let him down. Truthfully, Jade would have preferred it if you hated him and this arrangement. He could have been fine if you fought and protested. That would have made it easier to not care about you so much.

Jade realizes something as he's organizing some documents for Azul while you sleep curled and comfy in bed, your belly rounded considerably and filled with a life that he helped create. It feels foolish and elementary to be so overwhelmed with love, especially during an apocalypse, but he likes you. Genuinely, truly likes you. And he isn't going to hand you back over to the bride dormitory after just one child. He's never had to be greedy with you, but now he wants to because you're all that consumes his every thought. He'll marry you whether you want that—whether you return his affections—and he'll be sure to keep you all to himself for the rest of his life. You won't be given a choice in this matter; he's already made up his mind, and when Jade has a goal in his head he'll do everything he can to achieve it.

#twisted chit chat #yandere twst #twst apocalypse au #tw: pregnancy #tw: breeding #tw: misogyny

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kny-agere · 11 months ago

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Can I ask for one with little! Zenitsu and cg! Tanjiro (somehow featuring Nezuko and Inosuke), where Zenitsu gets overstimmed by his hearing and Tanjiro helps him calm down? Only if you can, and take your time :)

Zenitsu was crying, not his usual tears that came out anytime something mildly annoying happened, but real tears accompanied with heaving sobs. His whole frame shook with his tears. Zenitsu’s hands switched between clawing at his ears and tugging at his hair. The boy was set to go prematurely bald.

As expected Inosuke was not much help. He wasn’t intentionally cruel, but his solution to his friend’s tears was to pull and shout and even kick a little. “C’mon it’s not that hard! Yer bein’ a baby with all the tears and yellin’.”

It was a miracle Tanjiro finished his personal training when he did. Most everyone ignored Zenitsu’s tears now, too used to the boy who cried wolf. Without fail though Tanjiro would rush to his side and attempt to soothe him. Sometimes he could calm the boy in only a few minutes, looking at his current state though that didn’t seem likely.

In a few quick movements he rushed over to the blond’s side. Batting Inosuke away he picked up Zenitsu.

“Hey! If you keep runnin’ in whenever Menitzu’s in trouble he’s gonna stay weak forever.”

The phrase might’ve had some merit, but not in this situation. The blond continues to sob (right into Tanjiro’s ear) even as soft hands run through his hair.

Patient as ever he tries to speak quietly while still being audible over the cries. “Remember how we talked about this? That Zenitsu-kun gets really upset sometimes because there’s a lot of noise. Like when you have to wear an itchy shirt?”

Suddenly standing at attention he nods seriously. “And that’s happening now… Even though his crying sounds the same?” Despite the careless words Inosuke is surprisingly earnest.

“Yea! So we have to be really gentle until his ears get used to everything.” Tanjiro tried to reposition Zenitsu so he could actually carry the boy but he held his stiff position and was overall uncooperative. He remain undeterred though and eventually slung Zenitsu over his shoulders.

Marching inside he directed Inosuke to move his attention elsewhere. Now that he understood the man did want to offer actual help but he didn’t have the kind of… sensitivity needed for a situation like this. Maybe once Zenitsu could stop crying for more than a second or two they could have more of a crowd.

For now he went back to his room and set Zenitsu on the bed. It wouldn’t do any good to try and reassure the boy. Instead he got out a few tissues and tried his best to clean off any snot. His work was undone quickly however so he relied on well used tactics.

Laying down beside the blond Tanjiro wrapped his arms around Zenitsu and pried his hands off his ears. Pushing him close Tanjiro made sure the sensitive ears were pushed right against his chest.

He still didn’t know exactly how the boy’s hearing worked exactly. People made sounds, their emotions did at least. He didn’t know if that was a constant or something Zenitsu could tune into but it didn’t sound very fun. He couldn’t make the other noises stop but he could drown them out somewhat (maybe, Zenitsu said it worked okish which was better than not working at all). So putting the boy’s ear right against his chest could help him focus on the steady thrum of his heart.

“Nezuko-chan?” He wasn’t sure if his sister was awake. It was still a few hours until the sun set but her sleep schedule wasn’t very consistent these days.

Luckily she peeks out of her little box. Upon hearing Zenitsu’s (thankfully somewhat quieter) cries she immediately ran over. Her hair was tangled and frizzy, her clothes were wrinkled, but he could deal with that in another hour or so.

The girls swiftly swooped in to protect Zenitsu’s other ear, still small enough that she could wrap herself around his whole head. In this state he couldn’t even muster his usual shouts of joy at her presence. (Which was a good thing in all honesty.) Though he did squirm around until he could wrap one arm around Nezuko.

With the both of them there to bury any other noise (it sounded like Inosuke had gotten right back into trouble and was being loudly scolded by Aoi) his tears evaporated almost instantly. Zenitsu was still small and sluggish but instead of piercing sobs he simply curled into the bed.

“Are you feeling better?” Tanjiro used the lightest tone possible, he can barely hear himself.

His answer is a gentle grunt that seems affirmative. Though it’s clear that “feeling better” does not mean he feels completely fine. It’ll probably take a nap and maybe some sweets to truly cure his sadness.

And a nap means that Tanjiro will be stuck here for another hour or so. Nezuko has already fallen back asleep and Zenitsu’s eyes are half closed while he drools onto the pillow. It’s a soft enough sight that Tanjiro doesn’t mind the fact that he’s trapped with his arm slowly going numb.

#age regression #sfw agere #age regressor #fandom agere #demon slayer #kny #cglre #agere requests #agere talk #cg!tanjiro #little!zenitsu #zenitsu #kamado tanjiro #nezuko kamado #inosuke hashibira #inosuke

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puppyexpressions · 2 years ago

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How Do I Find a Dog Groomer?

Choosing a grooming facility based on an ad in the yellow pages or on the Internet is not the best way to select a groomer. Because groomers are not regulated or licensed by any government agency, the skills and experience of groomers can vary greatly.

A good way to start looking for a groomer is by asking for recommendations from friends, veterinary hospitals, boarding facilities, and animal trainers. You can also visit Websites, such as those of the National Dog Groomers Association of America. This organization provides groomers with education and certification and may be able to recommend a groomer in your area. You may also want to consult the Better Business Bureau (bbb.org) to ensure that no complaints have been lodged against a grooming facility that you are considering.

What Kind of Grooming Facility Is Best?

First, decide whether you would prefer to take your pet to a grooming facility or to have a mobile groomer come to your home. In general, mobile groomers charge a little more for convenience.

Before taking your pet for grooming, stop by the facility during regular business hours to see the facility and watch the groomer(s) in action. Ensure that the facility is clean and well-ventilated and that the cages look comfortable. If possible, watch the groomer(s) as he or she grooms pets, noting whether the pets are handled gently and appear stressed. If the facility uses heat-producing dryers, ask how the staff ensures that pets are not burned or overheated.

Ask about the facility’s health policy. If it doesn’t require proof of vaccination, it is in your pet’s best interest to go elsewhere. Ask about the policy on accepting sick pets. For example, coughing dogs may carry a contagious disease that can spread to your dog. For references, you may ask the facility for contact information of current clients.

What Services Should Be Included in Grooming?

It’s important to discuss what is included with the grooming fee. Most facilities offer bathing, drying, brushing, clipping, ear cleaning, and nail trimming. In most cases, there is an additional fee for animals that are severely matted or need additional shaving. If your pet has skin allergies, consider taking your own hypoallergenic shampoo to the groomer to avoid skin flare-ups.

Some services should only be performed by a veterinarian. Proper dental cleanings should be done while a pet is under general anesthesia to allow a veterinary professional to remove plaque and tartar from beneath the gum line with minimal stress to the patient. In addition, only a veterinarian should empty anal glands. If your pet has frequent ear infections, ask your veterinarian whether a groomer should pluck ear hair. Pets requiring any kind of tranquilizer or sedative, such as cats that are severely matted, should be groomed at a veterinary facility where they can be closely monitored.

How Can I Make Grooming a Positive Experience for My Pet?

If your pet will require a lot of grooming throughout his or her life, start familiarizing your pet with the grooming facility when he or she is young. At home, try to brush your pet and handle his or her paws on a daily basis. The more comfortable your pet is with being handled, the more tolerant and stress-free he or she will be at the groomer.

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oftatteredwings · 2 years ago

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⸻ DAN STEVENS. HE/HIM / have you ever heard of I WRITE SINS NOT TRAGEDIES by panic! at the disco, well, it describes ANDREW ‘ANDY’ EVANS to a tee! the thirty-nine year old, and WEST END MUSICAL DIRECTOR was spotted browsing through the stalls at portobello road market last sunday, do you know them? would you say HE is more dramatic or more AMBITIOUS instead? anyway, they remind me of breaking into song without warning, a unwavering positive attitude, a habit of improvising on the piano and cheeky grins, maybe you’ll bump into them soon!

time in notting hill ; 15 years

tw: teen pregnancy, abortion

ABOUT.

Name: Andrew Evans Nickname: Andy Age: Thirty-nine DoB: 15th August 1983 Occupation: West End Musical Director Romantic/sexual orientation: Panromantic/pansexual Birthplace: Bristol, UK Current Location: Notting Hill, London, UK Time in Notting Hill: 15 years

Bristol will always be Andy’s home, no matter what. He grew up there and spent every day in the city up until his eighteenth birthday, never really any intentions of going elsewhere.

When he left sixth form, however, he understood that it was probably time that he got away, escaping to London to study drama and everything that went along with it.

His later teen years had turned to chaos, Andy gunning for popularity, something he very quickly realised wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. He wanted everyone to love him, something he eventually discovered didn’t actually make you all that happy.

At seventeen his girlfriend fell pregnant, a shock to them both and something neither one of them wanted either. Her parents offered to raise the child for her, but she was stubborn and was quick to book an abortion. He went along with if, even now, he’s still not entirely sure how he feels about it.

In the end what happened was what prompted the need to head elsewhere and where better than London town?

He was quick in making friends, to throw himself into the whole London scene, finding himself on stage within six months of arriving and with some of his favourite people. His major skill was singing, playing his piano... and it didn’t hurt he wasn’t too bad at dancing either. Musicals were the way to go.

At first he starred in the shows, starting out in the ensemble cast, just another face lost in the chorus. He worked his way up to more major roles, and then eventually, realised he’d rather be behind the scenes.

His thirties were for discovering all of that and for the past seven or so years he’s been producing musicals in the West End, not just singing in them.

Through it all, he found himself a best friend, someone who stuck by him through thick and thin. They’re pretty much always joined at the hip, constantly assumed to be married, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

- best friend. ( tate nolan. ) - exes. - past fwb’s/ons’s - people he’s worked/working with. - old uni friends. - more coming soon...

#✧ andy ( about )#teen pregnancy tw #abortion tw #nothillhqintro

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awhitehead17 · 2 years ago

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It’s not what it looks like!

TimKon, Compromising Positions, Embarrassed Everyone, Injuries, Massages, Humour, Established Relationship, Tim and Kon being good boyfriends.

Summary: As far as first impressions go, Tim and Kon certainly make themselves memorable as not once but twice they’re caught in compromising positions by their dads. Everyone involved is left feeling embarrassed and awkward however at least no one’s completely naked.

Enjoy! :D

“Are you sure about this?”

“Yes. Now shut up and let me concentrate.”

“Tim…”

“Conner.”

Gritting his teeth Kon stops talking and accepts Tim’s reassurance. If his boyfriend is confident then who is he to question him. Although…

“Are you sure your dad won’t come home? This isn’t exactly the ideal situation for him to walk in on right now.”

With an exaggerated sigh, Tim leans back and looks up at Kon from where he’s kneeling on the bathroom floor between Kon’s legs. If it had been any other situation Kon would be salivating at the sight before him, because honestly what’s better than having his attractive boyfriend between his legs, however the deep pulsing and throbbing sensation coming from his thigh makes it hard to think about those sort of things.

Tim reaches out and grips Kon’s twitching thigh and holds it steady as he continues to stare at him, seeming peeved about Kon’s paranoia. “He’s not due home for another couple hours, that’s why we’re here instead of elsewhere. Now stay still and let me treat this.”

Kon hisses when Tim prods the throbbing wound in his thigh. He leans back against the bathtub for support and grips onto the slippery thermoformed acrylic as best as he could. He knows this isn’t going to be pleasant and automatically tenses up when Tim draws near with a needle.

“Kon you need to relax,” Tim tells him softly but firmly.

With his jaw still clenched, he glares down at Tim. “I’m trying. It’s not exactly easy.”

Tim rolls his eyes but momentarily holds off stabbing his skin with a needle, instead he takes to stroking the uninjured muscles of his thigh in attempts to help him relax.

It takes a while but it starts to work and Kon could slowly feel the tension seeping out of his body as he leans more on the bathtub for support. He would love nothing more but to melt into the soothing actions however the deep pulsing of the bleeding wound stops him from relaxing all the way.

Without thinking about it, Kon grumbles in annoyance. “I can think of many better things for you to be doing between my legs right now.”

Tim’s massaging action stops as his boyfriend looks up at him with an eyebrow raised in disbelief. “Oh really? Unfortunately for us someone thought it would be a good idea to listen to a certain ginger when he suggested an insane idea of a dare and ended up hurt instead.”

Okay Tim may have a point there. It is kind of his fault that they’re now in this situation, well actually it’s Bart’s fault they’ve ended up here, their best friend knows damn well that Kon never backs down from a dare no matter how insane or stupid it may be.

They’re lucky Tim knows first aid and has an entire suture kit at home which he can use. As a result of Bart’s dare Kon ended up with a deep wound on his inner thigh which needs to be treated, Tim deemed it large enough to need some stitches and after refusing to go to the hospital his boyfriend offered up his assistance. They ended up coming back to Tim’s house in order to treat it while no one (according to Tim) is home. And that’s how Kon’s ended up partially dressed wearing his t-shirt and boxers with Tim kneeling between his legs so he could see the wound clearly.

While Kon had been lost in his thoughts Tim had gone ahead and started with the stitches. A sharp sting brings him back to the present and it takes all of Kon’s willpower to stop himself from hitting Tim out of pure instinct. Instead he grits his teeth and clenches his fists tightly.

However long Tim stays between his legs stitching his skin up, they seem to both get lost in the moment as odd as it may be. Tim gets into a rhythm that allows his to swiftly stitch up Kon’s wound to his best ability while Kon breathes deeply and tries anything to keep his mind distracted from the sharp throbbing sensation happening in his thigh. The two of them being distracted as they are is probably the main reason why neither of them had heard someone coming home, the reason why they didn’t realise they were no longer alone until the bathroom door is slamming open to reveal a rather concerned Bruce Wayne in the doorway.

The room falls silent as the three of them all freeze. All Kon could do is stare at the man he’s only ever heard about, Tim is frozen in place between his legs with his eyes wide and body stiff with tension and Bruce stands there observing the two of them with what started out as concern before it changes into something of bewilderment then embarrassment.

After several moments of awkward silence the man opens his mouth to talk but it seems like Tim’s also managed to get himself together because he speaks up first.

“I swear this isn’t what it looks like.” Tim mutters still not looking up at his dad.

Bruce, clearly uncomfortable with the situation, clears his throat. “I don’t – I mean you’re…” the man trails off and Kon is left feeling completely baffled because as far as he knew this man never stuttered or looked as unconfident as he does now. Then again it’s probably not every day he walks in on his son and his boyfriend in what looks like a compromising position.

Bruce clears his throat again and straightens up, now seeming much more composed. “There’s blood splattered along the hallway. Is everything alright?” He's now looking apprehensive but the concern for his son can clearly be seen.

Tim finally glances up at his dad, his eyes peeking over the top of Kon’s thigh. “Uh, yeah? Well no. Kon’s injured and I’m stitching him up. That’s what we’re doing, all we’re doing, and absolutely nothing else!”

If Kon wasn’t feeling so awkward and embarrassed he would have both laughed and cooed at the raging blush on Tim’s normally pale cheeks.

Bruce seems to get over his discomfort of the situation at the sound of an injury and steps forward with an almost analytical expression on his face. “What happened and how bad is it? Why haven’t you gone to the hospital?”

The questions are fired at both Tim and Kon and Kon has no idea on how to react. He glances down at Tim, silently pleading his boyfriend to take the lead.

Tim rolls his eyes and turns back to Kon’s wound. “He’s fine Bruce. After refusing to go to the hospital I said I can treat him. I’m done now anyway, just have to bandage it.” He aimed the last part at Kon who could only nod in response.

As Tim reaches for the first aid kit Bruce steps towards them again before stopping. He looks at Kon and gestures to his leg, “I have first aid training myself, may I take a look?”

Not sure if he's able to speak Kon nods stiffly. Tim moves out from between his legs and Kon shifts so the man could see his wound clearly which Tim has now neatly stitched up.

Wordlessly Bruce reaches for the gauze Tim’s got in hand and his boyfriend hands it over. Kon holds his breath and curses at himself when he flinches as the man begins to wrap his thigh with the bandage after he had examined Tim’s work. It hurts but somehow Kon’s got enough self-control to keep himself from verbally sharing his pain.

As if sensing his discomfort Bruce starts talking calmly like there’s nothing wrong or awkward with the current situation they’re in where Kon is half naked in front of his boyfriend’s dad while the man treats his injury as his boyfriend stands to the side wearing a complicated mix of expressions on his face.

“Tim's done a good job of the stitches.” Bruce says conversationally as he starts tying off the bandage. “However, if you still refuse to go to the hospital later on, I would like Alfred to have a look at it after dinner. He has a medical background and is the best out of us to really see how the injury is looking.”

The man finishes off the bandaging and instantly moves away from Kon. He moves about the small bathroom washing his hands before heading for the door. He pauses before leave to throw Tim a look Kon couldn’t decipher. “Dinner will be ready within the hour if you’re both staying.” With that the man exits the bathroom leaving Kon and Tim alone once more.

As soon as he’s gone Kon turns to Tim levelling his boyfriend with a fierce glare. “What the fuck Tim!”

Tim’s instantly defensive and scowls back at Kon. “It’s not my fault!”

“You said no one was going to be home for hours. That is not how I wanted to meet your dad for the first time Tim! What an impression this has been.”

“How was I supposed to know he was going to come home early?”

“I don’t know!” Kon huffs, he slumps against the bathtub feeling the fight drain out of him. He grimaces in pain when a sharp shooting pain travels through his leg.

Seeing this the fight also drains out of Tim. His boyfriend starts moving about the bathroom, cleaning up the medical supplies he used before handing Kon his clothes so he could get changed. After a couple minutes Tim looks over at Kon with a small smile, “y’know it would have been worse? You could have been naked.”

Kon pauses from where he’s weaving his leg through some loose basketball shorts to send Tim a disbelieving look. “Thank god for small miracles then huh?” He deadpans before finishing getting changed.

Once he's ready Tim is immediately at his side, offering him something to lean on as he stands and then together they make their way to Tim’s bedroom. They had used the common bathroom because it’s bigger than Tim’s small ensuite. In hindsight maybe they should have used Tim’s bathroom but it is what it is, Tim did say they would be alone but he's also telling the truth that he couldn’t have known Bruce was going to come home early.

“So I’m staying for dinner?” Kon questions as they enter Tim’s room. “I’ve already met your dad, may as well get the rest of the family over with today huh?” He lets out a breathless chuckle as Tim helps him sit down on the edge of the bed.

Tim looks thoughtful for a moment before he shrugs. “It’s up to you. You can stay if you want but we can go if you’re uncomfortable. For now it may be best to stay and then Alfred can have a look at the wound before I drop you home tonight.”

Finding that he doesn’t have any energy left, Kon flops backwards onto Tim's mattress and throws an arm over his eyes. He hums. “Yeah that sounds good. It’s already been a helluva day so why not.”

He feels the mattress dip beside him as Tim climbs on and he feels his boyfriend press against his side. Automatically Kon wraps his arm around Tim and draws him in close, while keeping his eyes closed he presses a kiss to Tim’s temple and lets himself relax as best as he could into the mattress knowing this is going to be the only rest he's going to get for the rest of the day until he goes home.

Meeting Clark

From across the room Kon stares at his boyfriend with narrowed eyes, not believing a single bit of spiel coming from his mouth. Crossing his arms over his chest he stares at him determinedly. “Tim are you being serious right now? I know for a fact you’re in pain, and a lot of it, why won’t you let me help?”

His boyfriend sends Kon a scowl, clearly not happy with being called out on his bullshit and rolls his eyes as he settles on the edge of the bed. “I’m fine.” Tim grits out as he shuffles backwards to lean up against the headboard. “I don’t need anything.”

Now being the one to roll his eyes, Kon moves forward until he’s stood beside Tim looking down at him with a mixture of annoyance and concern. Since knowing each other for literal years, plus a few more with them actually dating, Kon knows Tim pretty well by now and can read Tim like an open book in all capital letters, he knows his boyfriend is in pain no matter how well he’s able to hide it.

Bending down Kon braces himself against the mattress with his hands and leans in close to Tim trying to catch his gaze. “You know I can help you, at least for an hour or two so let me do so. You can barely move without wincing or when you do move you walk around like an 80 year old man.”

Tim lets out a snort and meets his eyes. “You just want to get your hands on me.”

The comments makes Kon pause because, well, he’s not entirely wrong but it’s all about the context. Kon wants to help him rather than do anything more carnal.

Shaking his head Kon says, “believe me when I say not this time. I do want to help that’s all, nothing more and nothing less.”

After a few beats Tim throws his head back with a groan. “Ugh fine. Okay, we’ll do it.”

Feeling victorious Kon throws his arms up in a dramatic fashion. “Finally!” He grins at Tim, “now lie down and take off your clothes.”

Tim grumbles but does as he’s told and while he's getting in position Kon wanders over to his draws and digs around for the creams and lotions he keeps there just for this purpose. When he’s gathered the items he needs he goes back to the bed where Tim now lays sprawled out on his front with nothing but his boxers on.

Kon takes a moment to appreciate the view. No matter what he loves being able to see his boyfriend’s body all laid out before him with all that skin on display, however he’s a little distracted by the large splotches of bruising scattered across Tim's back, legs and arms. Some are worse than others, those ones already developed into deep colouring of blues and purples while some are beginning to heal by the colours of browns and yellows. Kon will just have to be extra cautious of the different areas.

He’s broken out of his staring when Tim turns his head and eyes him impatiently. “Well, you’re the one who insisted on this, are you going to get on with it or are you gonna stand there all day?”

Huffing Kon moves forward and gets everything ready so he could get started. As he warms up his hands he sends Tim a look, “y’know not many people would refuse and complain so much about their boyfriend getting their hands on them.”

“Well some boyfriends aren’t such pushy bastards.” Tim retorts as he places his head down on the pillows.

Kon doesn’t give Tim the satisfaction of replying to that comment. Instead, in retaliation, he simply brings his hands down hard onto Tim’s shoulders without warning and digs his thumb deeply into the muscle across his back. It’s only after when Tim hisses and curses at him in response that Kon eases up and begins to properly massage his boyfriend.

The two of them fall silent as Kon works. It’s comfortable and they both know not to expect anything to come out of this other than what it simply was. That lack of expectation makes it easier between them. This isn’t the first time Kon’s done this, by now Kon’s done it more times than he can count and even though it took several attempts for him to get it right it’s been worth it knowing he can help Tim out in this way (no one needs to know how many hours he’s spent researching techniques and seeking out advice to get it right).

Kon works on Tim’s shoulders and back before working on his arms and then his legs. He massages and soothes out the tense muscles across Tim’s body, being extra careful in the tender areas and focusing more on the spots where Tim is the tensest.

Once he’s finished with Tim’s back he gets his boyfriend to turn over so he could work on his front. Tim’s got his eyes closed as he settles into a comfortable position, there’s a ghost of a small smile on his lips and Kon smiles himself, pleased he’s able to help get his boyfriend into a relaxed state.

This time Kon works from bottom up starting with his feet and legs. He couldn’t help but laugh lightly when Tim jerks as Kon’s fingers brush against the arch of his foot. Kon gently works Tim’s calf muscles before moving further up to his thighs, as he does he changes his position choosing to settle between Tim’s legs in order to be able to access both the inside and outside of Tim’s thigh without any struggle.

Kon soon moves on from Tim’s thighs and up to his waist, as he spreads his fingers wide across Tim’s hips he glances up and notices for the first time that Tim has his cracked open slightly and is lazily watching Kon work with a dopey smile on his face. Unable to help himself Kon smiles back and shifts his position once again so he’s bracing his knees into the mattress in order to hover himself over Tim’s body until they’re face to face. Planting both forearms onto the pillow either side of Tim’s head, Kon leans down and covers Tim’s lips with his own.

Tim instantly accepts the kiss and does very little to reciprocate the gesture, therefore letting Kon do all the work, however when Kon pulls back it’s Tim who follows him, his lips seeking out Kon’s despite the indifference Tim had been trying to show. Kon snickers but ducks down to meet Tim’s lips again anyway, always incapable to denying Tim what he wants.

Kon settles more of his bodyweight on Tim, but is careful not to crush him, as they continue to make out. Their kissing never going any further than a firm press of lips and the occasional nip which elicits a low groan from the recipient. As they kiss Kon feels Tim’s arms come up and around him, moments later his hands are stroking across his back in a sensual caress.

It’s easy to lose track of time. Kon has no idea how long they had been making out for but he knows he didn’t ever want to stop, being with Tim like this is one of the best things ever and he doesn’t want it to end. Unfortunately the universe seems to have different plans because the moment between them is violently broken when the door to Kon’s bedroom slams open to reveal his father.

Kon pulls away from Tim and snaps his gaze over to the door and instantly freezes when he sees his dad there looking back at him in what Kon thinks is in embarrassment and shock. After that the two of them seem to be caught in a trap, neither of them being able to move from what is a very awkward moment between father and son. Surprisingly it’s Tim who appears to be the most composed despite his lack of dress and current position underneath Kon. Leaning to the side so he could see Kon’s dad Tim smiles politely.

“Hi Mister Kent, while this is not the way I expected our first meeting to go, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

How Tim sounds so put together Kon has no idea. It’s only then he realises he’s frozen on top of Tim, he hastily climbs off his boyfriend and settles down on the mattress next to him but not before grabbing a t-shirt for Tim to slip on over his body.

Feeling his whole face heating up, Kon turns to his dad and runs a hand through his hair, unsure on what to say. “Uh, it isn’t what it looks like?” Admittedly it isn’t the best thing to say, especially when he sounds so unsure but Kon’s brain is currently struggling to think clearly.

His dad instantly raises a hand. “No Kon, you have a boyfriend and what you do together is none of my business, I apologize for just barging in but you didn’t answer any of my calls so I got worried.”

If he could go crawl in a hole and die Kon would gladly do so. This is beyond embarrassing. That’s saying a lot considering how he met Tim’s dad a couple months prior.

“Right…” Kon trails off still unsure on how to deal with the situation, “sorry, I was… distracted.”

“I gathered,” Clark points out rather bluntly.

“We weren’t doing anything!” Kon quickly exclaims, feeling the irrational need to explain what was going on. “Tim was feeling sore from his martial arts competition yesterday so I offered him a massage. There’s nothing more to it!”

Opposite him Clark doesn’t look convinced, Kon winces and figures that the position he found them in says anything but innocent. Next to him Tim lets out a snort which he quickly covers up with a cough, Kon turns to the side and glares at him, silently telling him he isn’t helping matters.

“Okay, well, since you’re fine, I’ll pass the message on that we’re getting takeout for dinner tonight so let me know what you want.” Clark’s gaze drifts over to Tim, who doesn’t seem at all affected by the unexpected interruption. “Tim you’re welcome to join us if you have no plans tonight.”

With that Clark promptly leaves his bedroom and shuts the door behind him with an audible click. It takes a moment for Kon’s mind to register that he’s gone but once it does he slaps his hands over his face and falls backwards dramatically onto his bed with a groan.

“Oh my god!”

Tim snickers and Kon lifts on hand in order to glare at him.

“C’mon Kon, it wasn’t that bad. It could have been much worse.” Kon feels Tim run a soothing hand over his arm. His boyfriend then grasps his wrists and tugs his hands away from his face and Kon reluctantly looks at him with a pout.

Tim presses a kiss to each of Kon’s knuckles and Kon finds himself unable to be miserable anymore. He sends Tim a small smile. Sitting back up he says, “Despite not finishing hopefully you’re feeling better than before.”

Tim shrugs and adjusts the t-shirt he's wearing, which happens to be one of Kon’s and is way too big on him but Kon isn’t going to say anything about it, and gets off the bed in the hunt for his jeans he had earlier discarded. “I feel looser but will most likely feel the benefits of it later on.”

Kon nods and also gets up off the bed, as Tim changes he goes about putting everything away and cleaning up. “That’s good. If anything starts to hurt then let me know.”

Instead of verbally replying, Tim's response is wrapping his arms around Kon’s waist from behind and hug him closely. Kon covers Tim's hands with his own and leans back against his boyfriend comfortably. After a moment he turns his head and seeks out a kiss from Tim, nothing more than a peck of their lips.

“We should go downstairs to avoid further embarrassment. I don’t want my dad walking in on us again.”

Tim laughs and lets go of Kon. “Sure, sure. At least this makes us even, I’m pretty sure you meeting Bruce was just as bad as your dad walking in on us like that.”

Kon draws back and sends Tim a look. “Uh excuse me, meeting Bruce like that was probably worse! He bandaged up my thigh! At least Clark just walked away.”

Tim shrugs seeming unbothered. “Hm, maybe. He’s a father of six and seeing his son’s boyfriend injured triggered some parental instinct in him and he wanted to help, not the worst thing in the world. But enough of that, what’s done is done so shall we go before your dad gets suspicious?”

Kon lets out another groan but takes Tim's hands in his and leads the way to his bedroom door. “Let’s get this over and done with. No time like the present.”

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wereshrew-admirer · 1 year ago

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turns out i’ve been writing this out, here’s the first bit

It had been a long time, years, since he’d tussled with a local lord or lady who decided to use his lingering accent or association with the devils of his homeland as a cheap barb against him, but Duvall still felt the tension waiting between his shoulder-blades whenever surrounded by a group likely to be bored by another drab party and desperate to wring some entertainment from him.

Always, it began with someone asking for clarification on a point he’d made in a recent paper. He should know better by now, but they usually do an alright imitation of the genuine curiosity that he craves, and his self control still isn’t where it should be for a man his age, in his position. And so more times then not he engages with them despite knowing that with each new listener that gathers around the questions will become more and more obviously designed to amuse one another with his answers, rather than to engage with his research as peers.

And so when a hush fell over the ballroom one evening and his tormentors turned their attention elsewhere, his first reaction had been relief and gratitude. His second reaction was to raid the buffet of sugary tarts and biscuits that were usually gone by the time he made his way through the crowd of party-goers to collect any food for himself.

feeling a little guilty at just how little of what he’d collected was actual food, duvall pauses and chooses a few small hors d'oeuvres in addition to the fancy desserts he’d been coveting, and takes his plate out to the balcony to eat alone. It takes him a long time to realize that the relative silence has gone on longer than he’d expect even from the most unusual distraction, and he’s almost tempted to go back inside and see for himself when lye lychen joins him in the cooling night air.

Lyke comes to stand beside him and lights a cigarette, taking a long drag before wordlessly offering it to duvall, who refuses. Lye has known him long enough to have expected no different, so duvall isn't surprised when he instead uses the reach of his hand into duvall’s space to snatch a pastry from duvall’s plate. Duvall doesn’t even bother complaining, only does his best to fix Lyke with an unamused stare as his friend blows a smoke ring and, always a showoff, tosses the pastry through it and into his mouth.

He chews briefly before grinning at duvall, his teeth crooked, unevenly eroded gums making them appear larger than they should be in some places - he’s an infuriatingly charming man and duvall’s air of annoyance is hard to maintain.

“So!” lyke says, cheerful, “You not interested in meeting the newest member of our most exclusive-est high society?”

Duvall rolls his eyes, “i doubt it. Why - should i be?”

“Dunno!” Lyke eyes duvall’s plate and for a moment duvall considers pulling it away from him, but sighs and offers it out instead, “Some mystery military type, fresh back from San Fiel and looking exactly as you’d expect someone to look after spending time in a place that our lovely working folk call the blood fields.” his hand hovers over the plate, index finger waving in circles as if playing an eenie-meenie-minie-moe game in his head before picking his next treat - a strip of salami rolled around smoked cheese.

“Sounds enchanting” duvall deadpans, looking in through the tall glass doors as if he could see anything past the wall of bodies crowded round the dance floor, “where’s Es? Shouldn’t you be hanging off her arm at this time of night?”

“She’s getting the scoop, wouldn’t want to miss out on the freshest gossip, would she?” He punctuates the word scoop with a dipping motion of his hand, taking another savory snack that duvall is secretly grateful not to have to eat.

‘Oh, no. definitely couldn’t have that” Duvall doesn’t have to try hard to put on a flat tone now, his disinterest genuine, “would hate to not hear all about the latest duke’s son returning from his glory campaign. I would never wish her a fate so cruel as that”

Lyke laughs and punches duvall lightly on the shoulder. Duvall laughs along with him, appreciative of his lack of decorum. Lye grins down at him and they both notice the conspicuous piece of something stuck between his teeth at the same time.

before duvall has the chance to point it out lyke sucks at it loudly and duvall reconsiders his take on lyke’s manners as he finishes picking it free and flicks whatever it was out over the railing and into the garden below. he continues as if nothing happened, “nah, this guy looks pretty gnarly. They’re covered in an annoying amount of medals but it looks like there’s a decent chance at least a few of them were earned”

Lyke leans down and into duvall’s space, opening one eye wide and squeezing the other shut, “got some wicked face injury, i can’t tell if his eye is glass or what but it looks pretty sick.”

“Sick” duvall echoes, unimpressed.

“Hell yeah, i actually am pretty excited to talk to them, you can just tell there are some good stories rattling around up in there” Lyke stands back up and taps his head. His smile softens around the edges and duvall hears the doors behind him open.

the lady Es comes to stand between them, Lyke taking a few quick steps backwards to give her space to rest her arms neatly on the railing. She smiles primly at lyke before grinning at duvall, speaking low and conspiratorial in their native tongue, “i’ve got some information that might actually interest you: the man has no family, he doesn’t even pretend to have a claim to any local house and will only give a first name!”

Lyke leans his chin on her head and she tips her face up, switching to the local language as if they didn’t all know that Lyke understood Aldominian perfectly well. Her voice is rich and smooth, but her smile is small and sharp, “they claim only to be a child of Eastern Folly - of Blackwick - and says their ties to the land grant him as much a right to be here as any of us.”

Lyke laughs, “as if anyone would ever try to throw a guy like that out”

“His sword does hang openly at his side - true. But i think the reason it’s unlikely that that anyone would challenge them is because to succeed would be to rid us all of the most interesting thing to happen in years, and we wouldn’t want that”

Duvall releases a long breath, trying to mentally prepare himself for a season of exhausting conversations, “no, we wouldn’t want that”

……Regency Era AU

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#sangfielle #chine/duvall #regency au wip #it’s unedited so don’t expect anything to be properly capitalized but i think maybe i’ll duck around and post this on tumblr as it’s done #rather than wait until it’s 100% written and edited for ao3? idk #so far i’ve got this intro - most of chapter one - and a good chunk of flashback written #along with all sorts of outline and isolated scenes #…but that’s where most of my wips are #here’s hoping my partner decides he wants to keep talking at me abt jane austen so my urge to work on this stays strong lol

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bakugosbratx · 3 years ago

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Warnings: 18+ Content. Pregnancy, sexual intercourse, cursing, AU CEO Bakugo, Female pregnant reader, angst, some fluff, death, hospital, etc.

Words: 1.0k

A/N: I am sorry it has taken me forever to produce this. I hope y’all enjoyed this finale 🤍

Part Two | Part Three

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There wasn’t a place Katsuki didn’t touch you. There wasn’t a place where Katsuki didn’t mark you as his. The swollen belly should have been enough, but Katsuki’s selfish desires begged for more.

The kitchen table, the floor, the sofa, and the finale being performed on your large bed. Your body begged for more each time you two switched positions. Katsuki is kind enough to be slightly gentle when it comes to positioning you elsewhere. He at least cares enough to be careful with his seed.

There is nothing Katsuki can say or do to make up for the damage he has caused. He isn’t going to even attempt to do so, but he hopes all his love and affection being poured into your whimpering cunt will show that.

“K-Katsuki..” Your tired voice cracks, hanging onto the sheets as they would offer some sort of stability.

“Don’t pretend you didn’t miss it, you dirty whore.” Katsuki chuckled. “You’ve been begging for my cock all damn night.”

“Mm, you are so big, Katsuki.” You compliment through your gasp for sweet mercy.

“Your pussy should be nice and stretched after I’m through with you.” Katsuki teased, pumping his length in your hole. You take in every single inch without complaint, only moans to boost his inflated ego. He does not deserve it, but at the moment, you do not care.

You just want Katsuki near.

Katsuki lets you rest once he is done with you. He is kind enough to stay with you, watching you breathe as you proceed to fall into deep slumber. His naturally fast beating heart soothed you and your spawn to sleep.

A calloused thumb gently rubbed your exposed stomach. Your head laid on Katsuki’s muscular chest. You never thought this would happen, but you are happy it has. You know it does not take away the endless sleepless nights, it does not take away him abandoning you, it does not take away his rude actions yet for this moment, and this moment alone, it all faded away.

“I’m going to take you home.” He whispered amongst your hair.

He is making it right.

“Mr. Bakugo, sir.” The doctor spoke again, catching the blonde’s attention. Tears are welled up in his crimson orbs as he is going to hear the words he desperately did not want to hear again.

Struggling to get to his feet, Katsuki manages to stand. “P-Please—“

The doctor frowned, placing a comforting hand on the male’s shoulder. “She’s gone.”

Katsuki’s breath hitched. The room became overbearing though there was hardly anyone there. Honestly, that is what is best as the CEO falls to his knees. He rested his head in his hands on the ground.

“No,” he whispered between sobs, “no, no, no, NO!”

The doctor sighed, not knowing how to comfort the hysterical man. “I’m so sorry for your loss, Mr. Bakugo, sir.”

Katsuki spent the last couple months making things up to Y/N. The awkwardness between you two slowly faded. You are soon moved into his house, the baby’s crib and other needed supplies inhabit there as well. For the most part, you had an easy life until the day the baby’s arrival is upon you two.

“Katsuki?” You whispered one night as you two lay in bed, peacefully. Katsuki hummed in response, keeping his exhausted eyes closed.

“W-What,” you paused, finding the strength to proceed, “what do I mean to you?”

Katsuki is not sure how to answer this question. Sure, you obviously mean something if he moved you into his space. You are carrying his seed, after all. He has pondered this question more than once, but he is not sure how to express his emotions. He does not know how to do so in a healthy setting. Let’s not forget the guilt he is plagued with as well.

Sighing, Katsuki gulps. “A friend.”

“Oh.” You shakily replied. What is left of your heart seems to be shattered. Katsuki never made things more official between you two, but maybe you are just too wishful thinking. The way he gazes at you and holds you at night has to mean something.

It does, right?

Encounters went on as normal. Katsuki is pleasant to you and you did your best to hide your true emotions. Crying sessions in the shower are common, but you should know better, Y/N.

You two always had it no strings attached.

Screams arose from the bathroom while water rushed down your legs, onto the floor below. Katsuki is quick to rush over to you.

“Y/N, what the—“ Katsuki stops his sentence as he sees the sight in front of him. He does not even give you time to try to walk to the car, he is carrying you there and speeding you to the nearest hospital. You do your best to focus on your breathing.

“Everything is going to be okay, Y/N.” Katsuki reassured you.

Leading you into the emergency room, everyone quickly rushed you to the operating room, not even giving Katsuki the chance to follow or ask questions.

So, Katsuki paced for hours upon hours in the waiting room. His anxiety is eating away at his nervous system. His form trembled with each step he took and he did vomit a few times in the restroom. He is not sure what is going on or how child labor works, but he does not like how long this is taking. So many unspoken words, so many unfinished things, so many promises he needs to keep.

Katsuki has been keeping a ring tucked away for a few weeks now. He wants to keep it a surprise and wait until you both are settled with the newborn, but the future is now forever changed.

“The baby lived.” The doctor reminded Katsuki in the middle of his crying.

Katsuki gazed up, usually caring about his appearance, but this time was different.

“Can I see the baby?” Katsuki sniveled, his tone more neutral than expected.

The doctor nodded, leading Katsuki into the nursery where his baby girl rested. Katsuki’s ice cold heart melted at the sight of her. She looks just like you and Katsuki combined. She already has his blonde hair, but your beautiful facial features.

A nurse handed Katsuki his child. The baby grinned, gazing at her father. As much as Katsuki wanted to hate the child for taking his love, as much as Katsuki claimed he never wanted children, and as much as Katsuki despised putting anyone else before his career, your daughter changed his world.

“She still needs a name.” The nurse mentioned, casually. Katsuki gazed down at the woman.

“I already have a name for her.”

The nurse grabs the baby’s clipboard, ready to write it down.

“Y/N Bakugo.”

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The God and the Seer~

Ivar the Boneless × Hecate

Chapter Six: In the Trees

Chapter Five is here..

MASTERLIST is here..

Chapter Summary: Ivar takes Hecate into the forest to tell her his life story. Little did Hecate know, is that she will feel her heart beat again for the first time in years

"Some times, being feared is better than being loved."

Warnings: angst, some fluff, mentions of death of a child, mourning..

Word Count: unknown

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The same night..

When Ivar walked out those doors, Hvitserk came back in. His eyes were weary, which saddened you.

"I thought that you were not afraid of me, Hvitserk..?" You blurted out.

Hvitserk "I am not. But forgive me for being cautious. I do not know you yet." He says as he sits down beside you.

"I can accept that."

Hvitserk "What did Ivar say, hm?"

"Just that he was sorry..and that we will figure it all out together."

Hvitserk "Huh."

"What is it?"

Hvitserk "I will say this once Hecate. My brother is not a trustworthy person, nor is he a trustworthy king. Take everything he says like a grain of salt."

"Mm." You slowly nod as you take a deep breath. As you inhale, you feel the pain in your body once more. Making your eyes squint.

Hvitserk "Are you alright?"

"Not entirely. Hopefully i will be completely healed by tomorrow."

Hvitserk "How does that work?"

"I am not completely sure myself. My mother was a witch and my father-"

Hvitserk "our seer.."

"Yes. Both of my parents were powerful beings and yet, they did not tell me how I came to be. How we all came to be this way."

Hvitserk "So you did not choose to be a witch?"

"No, no. I am grateful for my powers, most days. But some days it feels like a burden. A curse from the God's."

Hvitserk "I see."

"I do not know how much information i will be able to give to your brother Hvitserk."

Hvitserk "That is okay-"

"But what will he do once he has what he needs from me?" He looks into your eyes and he can see the concern gloss over your eyes.

Hvitserk "Do not go that far, Hecate. Try your best to rest, yeah?"

"Do not tell me to rest when i am being held captive in a place i do not know."

Hvitserk "Well, if it makes you feel any better..you are in Kattegat."

"Where the hell is that?"

Hvitserk "Norway." You nod as if you understand what he just said. "You don't know what i just said, do you?"

"No." You hang your head down from embarrassment. You are twenty something..you think? And yet, you do not know much of anything.

Hvitserk "Norway is a Scandinavian country."

"It is not very beautiful here."

Hvitserk "Mm. Some places are more beautiful than other's. I can show you some of the more beautiful areas if you would like. When you are healed and ready, that is."

"And how do i know that i can trust you? Just asking. I mean, you are the one that shot me, took me from my home and continued to hurt me when i awoke-"

Hvitserk "Ivar's orders, not my own. I regret it all, believe me. I know that i will have to earn your trust. I know that it will take time but once you do, i think that we can be friends. Don't you?" That brings a smile on your face. "Wow..she smiles!" You hide it then, but Hvitserk grabs your hand and it scares you, so you jerk away. "I am sorry. Forgive me. I was only trying to get you to not hide your smile."

"Oh.."

Hvitserk "Never hide your smile, okay?"

"I will try not too next time."

Hvitserk "Promise?"

"Promise."

Hvitserk "Good. Well, you can have my bed tonight. I will sleep elsewhere."

"Are you sure?"

Hvitserk "Positive. You need the sleep. You need the comfort. Sleep well Hecate."

"You as well, thank you." He offers you a warm smile and walks out of the room. You lay your body on the softness of the sheets and you let out a soft moan. You have not felt this sort of comfort since you were a child. When you awoke, everything in your kingdom was gone besides the books. You look down at your body and you see what everybody else see's, and it sickens you. How could anyone love a woman whose body is this broken? Your mother said that Ivar was your soulmate, but you think that she is wrong. You huff as you close your eyes and you fall asleep in minutes. Your body was weak. Weaker than you realized.

...

Once Ivar got into bed, his body was weak. Freydis could tell by the way he practically collapsed onto the bed.

Freydis "Ivar what is it?"

Ivar "Just tired."

Freydis "No, there is something more. What are you not telling me?"

Ivar sighs, almost rolling his eyes, "You won't understand."

Freydis "Why wouldn't I?"

Ivar "Because I don't understand it." She just looks into his eyes, never once breaking eye contact. "I do not understand why i felt everything that that witch has felt from the moment Hvitserk shot her to the moment before the fire."

Freydis "You felt her pain?"

Ivar "Yes."

Freydis "Perhaps it is a spell that he casted? Perhaps you are under her spell."

Ivar "I do not think so. It is something deeper than that. I can feel it."

Freydis "Should i be worried?"

Ivar "No," he cups her cheeks and kisses her lips softly, "No. Do not worry. Get some rest huh?" She nods and rolls over. She still thinks that Ivar killed their son. She can and never will forgive him for what he did, if he did it. She loves him, but the love is casted by hatred. And now there is a witch in their home, in their kingdom. 'Will i have to kill her too?' She thinks to herself before she closes her eyes and falls to sleep besides her beloved.

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You awoke to knocks at the door and you feel the panic run through your veins. Your fingertips began to sting and then eventually burn completely. You try to hold it back as best as you can, but once you could, you look down at the sheets covering your torso, is burnt.

"Who is there?" A woman comes in, baring a dress in her arm's.

"The king wishes for you to put this on, miss." She slowly hands it to you as she can see you visibly shaking.

"It is lovely. Oh and please, call me Hecate." She smiles at you.

"Hecate is a beautiful name."

"Thank you. And thank you for this gift. I am sorry if i ever scare you in the future, it will never be my intent."

"I can feel that you are not evil, Hecate." The woman says to you. "Just because the men in this world do not understand you, does not mean that us women don't."

You smile, "That is comforting."

She nods, "My name is Orabelle."

"It is nice to meet you Orabelle. Would you mind doing me a favor?"

Orabelle "Of course."

"If you can, don't let him kill me." She cups your cheeks and says this..

Orabelle "Do not fear men child. You can destroy them all in seconds..they should fear you, not the other way around. Do not fear Ivar. He is just as scared of you as you are of him."

"But he-"

Orabelle "He is nothing. Do not underestimate your powers Hecate-"

"Why are you saying all of this to me? Shouldn't you be afraid of me like everyone else?" And in that second, her eyes changed, just like you saw your mother's change as a child. She's a witch, just like you. She saw your body language change and her eyes fade back to normality. Then, she simply, smiles.

Orabelle "To answer your question Hecate-yes, I will keep you safe if i need too. Now, put on this dress. Ivar is waiting for you." And in a second, she was gone. You were speechless. There is a witch living among them and they don't even know it. Maybe there are plenty of witches in this world but men just do not know it. 'Hmm, things should get interesting.'

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As you placed the silk, white dress over your body, you felt like a completely different person. You felt quite..normal. That was until you looked down at your hands that will never truly heal. They are a constant reminder of what you are. 'At least i can breathe today..' you thought to yourself. Being a witch has its perks, that is for sure. Your wounds from yesterday has healed almost entirely, except for a few cuts. You get distracted by your thoughts when you hear a familiar voice. It was Ivar's.

You open the door as quickly as possible. As if you missed the man. You see his face and you were taken aback. His scar on his mouth was so inflamed, and still bloody.

"Ivar?"

Ivar "Well hello.."

"What happened to your face?!"

Ivar snickered, "You did this to me Hecate." He said with a smirk on his face, and his wound stretched. Drawing fresh blood.

"I did?"

Hecate "You do not remember do you?"

"No."

Ivar "Hecate, come ride with me."

"Will Hvitserk be coming?"

Ivar "No-no..why would he be?"

"I only assumed he goes everywhere with you."

Ivar chuckles, "Oh Hecate, you have so much to learn. Come with me." You hesitate still, watching him crutch his way a few paces ahead if you, then looks back at you. "I'm not going to ask you again. This is not an invitation, it's an order." You swallow deeply, avoiding eye contact, and started following him towards the double doors. As you walk further and further, you think to yourself, 'am i walking to my death?' His face is hidden by his dark hood over his head. You can understand why he is hiding under his hood because you always hide your wounds and scars. Every single day. You smile to yourself at the thought of him understanding you and how you have felt your entire life. He has a different deformity but you both are broken. Hopefully he is kind to you on this day. Because you do not know how much torture you can take.

He offers you his hand when he gets into his carriage. You eventually take it after some thought, to which he smiles.

"You are being kind, Ivar the Boneless."

Ivar "Like I said before..you have much to learn. But you must wait until we are alone."

"Tell me why i shouldn't just kill you now huh? Why should i ever trust you?!" Tears were starting to form in your eyes and a familiar burning sensation starting at the back of your throat. Making you swallow the pain away.

Ivar looks away, "You can if you wish too. I won't stop you. If it is my destiny for you to kill me, then i will not stop you." You study his face, "but before you make your decision, let me tell you my story." Your anger subsided and he could sense it. So he takes that as your answer and he finally commands his horse to start his trots, guiding you two into the woods.

...

It is quite a while later before he commands his horse to stop. Your fears setted in once again.

Ivar "I am not going to hurt you. I have already apologized..and i have never done that before."

"Hvitserk told me that."

Ivar "mm, I'm sure that he did. And i am assuming that he told you not to trust me, isn't that right?" You simply nod, too scared to fully answer the man. "Mh. Well normally, my dear brother would be right. But with you, it is different. We may have only met yesterday, but we both know that we have known each other-spiritualy-for quite some time now, haven't we?"

"Yes." You watch him struggle to get out of the carriage and it pains you to hear him groan and squirm in pain. "Are you alright?"

Ivar takes a deep breath as he situates himself, "I am."

"You do not sound alright."

Ivar "I have been a cripple my whole life Hecate. I am used to this pain. The only time i did not feel this pain was when you healed me."

"I healed you?"

Ivar "That is what i thought. One day, my legs were unbearable. The next, i could run." That is when you remembered the days you were crippled and then you healed yourself with a complex spell from your mothers forbidden book.

"I remember those days."

Ivar "Could you heal me?"

"I do not think that i am capable. I am sorry." He would be lying if he said that he wasn't crushed to hear those words and yet he still offered you a smile.

Ivar "Is that so?"

"If there is a way, i will try. But i cannot promise you anything Ivar."

Ivar "Walk with me." You do as he asked, but this time, you did not hesitate. The two of you walked a few paces and he holts.

"Where are we?" You look around and see nothing but trees.

Ivar "This is where it happened Hecate." He does not say anything but you could sense his heartbreak. Therefore, you do not say anything. "This is where i left him."

"Left who?"

Ivar looks at you slowly, "My son." Your head rose and your breath hitched. "He was broken-deformed. Just like us. I showed him mercy."

"Why are you telling me this?"

Ivar "Because with you, i do not wish for us to have any secrets. I need to have one person in my life that knows me completely." His voice began to crack, "my brother's hate me. My wife hates me. My people hate me. And all i wish to do is live the life that the Gods wish for me to live. And yet i am only hated, feared."

"Some times, being feared is better than being loved."

Ivar "that is what i thought too. Until i left my son to die. When my wife came to me, telling me that they found his body. I could not bare it."

"I am so sorry."

Ivar "Do not apologize. I am not asking for your sympathy! I just want you to know that i am the monster that everyone will tell you that i am!" He shouted, but his eyes were not darkened with anger, but glassed over with sadness.

"You aren't the only monster, ya'know." He looks away from you then. Knowing that his tears will overflow. "My life has been nothing but darkness. All I've known is pain. I have never been loved, not once. I have loved, but i have never felt loved." Ivar looks at you then, "So when my father placed me under.. i was almost relieved." You feel vulnerable now, but you are allowing it. "All I've ever wanted was to be normal. Have a family, be a wife. Fight in battles and be victorious without using my powers. People fear me, they always have. But i am only mean because i am so scared to let my guard down. I am so scared to let them see that i am actually kind. Gentle. But then i remember who I am. The monster that the gods have turned me into because it is hard to forget my past. No matter how hard i try. my body is written with my past. So many burns, scars..they are all i see. They are a constant reminder. So no matter how hard we try not to be monsters, our bodies show otherwise."

Ivar "I do not see a monster."

"Neither do I."

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Meanwhile, in the kingdom walls-Freydis' pov..

I saw the way he offered her his own hand. Why would he do that? To make me jealous? I couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of his temptation. Where is he taking her? Who cares. I need to come up with strategy on how to kill Ivar. But who can i trust? And that was when i saw him. Hvitserk. He is walking with a slight lean in his back, with his nose in the air. He acts as if he is the king of Kattegat. Always has. But that is because he should be the king. With Bjorn cowering elsewhere, and Ubbe willingly not being king, Hvitserk is the next in line for kin of Ragnar Lothbrok. Ivar is the youngest, and yet, there he is, the king of Kattegat. It shouldn't be so. I loved Ivar, more than anyone and anything. That was until he murdered our son all because he was different. I know that it was only a sign of the gods favor. But Ivar took it as a curse and left my son to die. Alone. I have to avenge my son. But i need help.

"Hvitserk!" He haults and looks in my direction. Walking towards me once he finds me. "I must speak to you."

Hvitserk "What is it?"

"Not here. We must go somewhere private." Hvitserk looks around and see's everyone staring at us. He slowly nods and joins me in my chambers.

Hvitserk "What do you want Freydis?"

"You know what i want."

Hvitserk snickers, "I am not sleeping with you-"

"No. This is not that kind of conversation, Hvitserk. I want to see Ivar strung up in a tree." I could see his eyes widen with shock. But that will not stop me, "and i know that you hate him Hvitserk." He doesn't agree or disagree, "And i need your help to do it."

Hvitserk "Why would i help you kill my own brother, huh? Even if it is my destiny to kill him, i wouldn't let you do it for me. Nor would i ever help you Freydis." I couldn't believe that he is telling me no. "I love my brother. Givin' everything that he has put me through, he is still my brother. I will kill him in due time. But you-" he gets closer to my face, "you, will not be a part of that."

"We shall see."

Hvitserk "Do not make me have that witch put you in your place, Freydis."

"He killed our son Hvitserk. It is my place." He swallows deeply, trying to hide those feelings that were coming up from hearing such a sentence. "Please.. help me Hvitserk."

Hvitserk "No. I cannot do that Freydis. How could you even ask me to do such a thing huh? Where has the Freydis my brother married?"

"She died the day my son did."

Hvitserk sighs, "Well if it is true, what you said-about Ivar killing Baldur..i am truly sorry. But i cannot do what you are asking of me." I look away from him, "One day, Ivar will get what he deserves." I let those words sink in for a few moments before he spoke again, "Would your son want you to kill his father? Think about that before you act. Because Freydis, your son would not want you to become the monster that Ivar has become." And with those words, he walked out of my chambers and i sobbed. My heart shattered at the realization that i am turning into everyone here; monsters. I hold my belly where my son once was for nine whole months and simply cried. Wishing he was still here. But then i thought that he is at peace with the God's. Away from the monster.

"I will see you soon, my sweet, sweet Baldur. I promise." Little did i know, is that we were not alone. Someone heard the whole conversation..

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You and Ivar talked for hours upon hours. Not a single second went by where you two weren't talking. It was as if you both are reading your own personal journals to one another, with the need of getting weights lifted off of your chests. He told you how he was raised, with his four brothers. How his brother Sigurd died and how they all got scattered across the world. What happened to his father and how he treated him. As he told his story, you can understand why he is the way he is; reserved, broken, scared, powerful yet powerless, loveless, and alone.

"I once had innocent eyes, just like you."

Ivar "Like me?"

"Mm, like you." He looks at you confused, "Bright and blue. Full of beautiful color and aliveness. But when i looked in the mirror this morning, i realized that my color has been drained. Nothing but darkness."

Ivar "I do not see darkness Hecate."

"But I do."

Ivar "What if we try to get that color of yours back then, hm? Would you like that?"

"How could we even try?"

Ivar "With love."

"Mm." You slowly nod and a smile forms at the corner of your lips, "never heard of such a thing."

Ivar "I have never either. Until i met Freydis, i never loved a single person. She changed me."

"She must be an excellent woman."

Ivar "She is. But i lost her the day she found out about our son. I'm alone again."

"You are only alone if you cast me out."

Ivar "I wouldn't cast you out-"

"Yes you would." He bursts out laughing then, and you felt your heart beat for the first time in years.

Ivar "You are right. I would. But only if you wish to kill me."

"Why would i want to kill the one person that knows me?"

Ivar "Hmm. I can say the same thing. Why would i?"

"Whatever it is. Whatever this is," you speak with your hands, "we will find our true paths together."

Ivar "Together?"

"Together." Ivar looks into your eyes and he could see that you meant every word you have said in that forest. Your story, your intentions, everything. He knew he could trust you. And who know's, maybe your mother was right after all.

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