#and his mother gifting me diamond earrings after. my ears are not and never will be pierced

[fortjester]

had another mildly distressing dream abt getting married and can't tell if the worst part was that it wasn't my decision or what I was wearing

[angels17324]

Chance - Chapter 2

Prince Friedrich x Fem! Reader

Word count - 2.1k

Genre: Some angst starting 🫢 I hope you all enjoy

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Dearest readers, it would seem as though our diamond and the prince have possibly found their matches, but not with each other as some might have hoped. At his royal highness’ first ball of the season, he was seen dancing with only one debutante Miss (Y/n) (L/n) who was most lucky indeed. Whereas our diamond still has her sight set on the Duke of Hastings

-Lady Whistledown 

The morning following the ball (Y/n) had been peacefully sleeping and dreaming of the days when she first met The Prince. When her stepmother came in quickly with the newest copy of Lady Whistledown clutched in her fist and her ladies maid Marie followed behind.

“Mom?” She yawned and sat up. 

“I must know everything you and the prince spoke of when you danced,” she demanded as Marie got (Y/n) up to be dressed for the day.

“I mean… nothing really,” she looked anywhere but at Celina. 

“(Y/n),” she warned. “This could be amazing for you, for us you have a chance to be a princess, don't you want that!” 

“I want to marry for love, not because I could become a princess,” she complained as Marie helped her slip on a dress. 

“So you’d rather let him marry someone else?” Her mother glared.

“If we both find love and are happy then yes I would,” she met her mother's eyes in the mirror. 

“I thought I taught you better than that (Y/n),” Celina shook her head. 

“I’m not just getting to know him because he’s a prince, I want to just get to know him,” (Y/n) told her stepmother.

“Tell me what he said,” she demanded again.

(Y/n) groaned knowing her mother wasn’t about to let it go she debated whether to lie or just tell her the truth. “We spoke of the first time we met,” 

“First time, what do you mean the first time you met?”

“He was the boy that got my bonnet off the fountain,” her mother smiled brightly at the comment.

“And he remembered it?” She asked to which (Y/n) nodded “This is excellent!” She exclaimed as got up and left her room to celebrate. 

(Y/n) looked at Marie who shrugged and finished getting her ready for callers. Marie had been her ladies' maid for five years; besides, Daphne was one of her closest friends. 

“Lady Whistledown wrote about the two of you,” she said after a while. 

“What? Is that why mother is so concerned…” (Y/n) covered her face and groaned, of course, this gossip sheet was the cause. 

“The prince only danced with one young lady~” she teased and brushed her hair back.

“But he danced with me…” When the realization hit her she became more flustered than she had been even last night. It must have just been a mistake, maybe he danced with someone else and Whistledown didn’t see it. Why would he only dance with her? It didn’t make sense to her. 

Marie giggled at the girl, “Who knows, maybe The Prince is smitten with you already,” 

“Marie,” (Y/n) bit the inside of her cheek, “It must just be a mistake,” There’s no way he would pick her over one of the many other debutantes in London. He probably couldn’t. Wouldn’t he have to marry a princess? All those thoughts rushed through her mind.

“I’m only teasing,” she giggled again. “You’re all ready for your callers this morning.” 

It had been several hours and she’d yet to have a break from callers. They were all attempting to woo her with their gifts, songs, poems, and more. It seemed to never end. She used to have a few but it felt like every man in London was in her drawing room. Every man except… No, she had to stop thinking like that, he was just being nice dancing with her.

She watched as Henry entered the drawing room, likely to announce yet another caller, (y/n) prayed for this day to just be over so she could rest. Henry walked over to her stepmother and whispered something in her ear, and she swears she’s never seen her smile so much. She whispered something back and he left the room again. 

(Y/n) raised her brow a bit. She glanced at the door to the drawing room wondering if there was another caller or not and Henry came back. 

“His highness Prince Friedrich for Miss (L/n),” He announced as everyone turned to the door. There he was in his blue uniform. (Y/n) quickly stood up and looked at him. She was happy he was there so she could ask him about the ball but she also wondered why he was there. 

His arrival seemed to scare off most of the other callers, something she was pleased about and it left her with him and a few other brave callers which included Lord Jameson.

“Please have a seat anywhere you’d like your highness,” her stepmother said.

“Thank you,” he smiled and decided to take the closest available chair to where (Y/n) was now sitting again. Her attention had been focused on him and she hadn’t noticed the looks shared between her parents. 

A few days had passed since that day, and Prince Friedrich didn’t get to speak much as Lord Jameson kept the conversation focused on him, and soon after her father sent everyone home. Needless to say, her stepmother hadn’t been too happy when that happened. She had heard them shouting downstairs but couldn’t make out what was being said.

Today however she was granted a break being able to see the paintings at somerset house. She’d heard the prince would also be in attendance at the event. When she’d arrived she knew exactly where he was based on the horde of young ladies that surrounded him. Her stepmother tried to drag her over, but she was able to instead join her brothers and father who had also entered the gallery. 

She wandered around the large gallery looking at all the paintings. Part of her hoped maybe Benedict might get to have one of his paintings featured here. Speaking of her friend he quickly joined her, most likely hiding from his mother trying to set him up. 

“You know, I must say I’m happy that the prince is here, fewer mamas and their daughters surrounding the rest of us,” Benedict complained a bit. 

“Scared of a few mamas?” She grinned as she teased the man. 

“I am not,” he chuckled. 

“No? Just yours then?” 

“I would have thought this being daphne’s first season she’d be more focused on her,” 

“I wish my mom would focus on anyone but me,” (Y/n) huffed.

“I rather think she’s happy with all the attention you’ve been receiving since the prince had his first dance with you.” He chuckled. 

When Friedrich was finally able to enter the gallery he went in search of the one woman he wanted to talk to. He saw her with the same man he had seen her with at the last ball. Based on a few portraits that he had seen the day he visited (y/n)’s home to call on her he wasn’t one of her brothers, but he also hadn’t been one of her callers that day… 

“Please she’s ecstatic about it, but I want a break from them, especially Lord Jameson,” She complained a bit 

Yet again her male companion was the first to notice him “As I said maybe you need a prince to rescue you~” Benedict teasingly whispered only loud enough for her to hear before spinning her to be met face to face with Prince Friedrich yet again. 

“Your highness,” She wanted to crawl into a hole. How much of her and Benedict's conversation had he heard, if any at all? 

“Miss (L/n), would you like to join me in viewing the paintings?” He asked. 

“Why?” She asked before she could stop herself. She didn’t mean it like that, she was flattered he wanted to spend time with her again but why her and not someone else?

“Because, we didn’t get to speak much when I called on you and I wanted to speak with you,” He said, holding his arm out for her. She looked at him for a moment and only took it when Benedict nudged her foreword. 

“I’d like that,” She said and looked up at him. “I’ll see you a bit later, Benedict.” She glanced back at him as he waved her off. 

“Have fun,” He winked at the pair. They walked around in silence for a moment. 

“I-“ They both started to say at the same time. 

“You first,” He smiled. 

“I… I didn’t mean for that ‘why’ to sound so rude.” She kept her eyes trained on the ground. 

He chuckled at her, “that’s quite okay, I understand.” 

“What were you about to say, your highness?” 

“Oh, I was wondering if maybe you’d like to promenade with me tomorrow, and you know get a break,” he smiled at her, so he had heard that part of their conversation. 

“Are you sure…?” She asked. 

“I wouldn’t have asked if I wasn’t,” He said. 

“Then yes,” She smiled to herself and snuck a glance up at him and he was smiling too. 

But it seemed as if no one wanted to let the pair speak for more than a few minutes as Cressida Cowper approached them. 

“Your highness,” she smiled, (Y/n) couldn’t help but think Cressida would make a better princess than her… why was she thinking about that now. He wasn’t even officially courting her or anyone yet for that matter. 

Friedrich looked at the blonde, “Yes Miss Cowper?” He asked.

“I was hoping to hear your opinion on a few of these pieces,” she fanned herself lightly. 

He glanced down at (Y/n) who seemed to be lost in her thoughts but she was still holding his arm which made him happy. 

“I suppose Ms. (L/n) and I can come to look with you,” Cressida seemed a bit disappointed at that and it also seemed to snap (Y/n) out of her thoughts as both girls looked at the prince. 

Friedrich guided (Y/n) as they followed Cressida to look at a few pieces. (Y/n) had momentarily let go of his arm to get a closer look at another piece nearby. He already missed her being close but continued to speak with Miss Cowper. 

(Y/n) was looking at a painting that caught her eye, she had to leave the prince's side to get a closer look, she heard a collective gasp from many people in the room and turned to see that Cressida had ‘Swooned’ into the prince’s arms. She couldn’t help the little pang of jealousy she felt, as he was attempting to help Cressida. 

Benedict was suddenly by her side and having trouble holding back his laugh. (Y/n) glanced up at him and hit his arm lightly. She didn’t notice that both Friedrich and Cressida had looked up at the two. 

After Friedrich helped her up after she recovered Cressida noticed he was still looking at (Y/n). 

“You know,” she started gaining the Prince’s attention. “She and Mr. Bridgerton are quite close, it's a wonder he hasn’t proposed to her already,” she shrugged lightly. 

“I see…” Friedrich said softly and watched as the girl he had feelings for spoke with another man. 

“That was such a fake swoon,” (Y/n) complained to Benedict. 

He chuckled, “Is someone jealous~” 

“What, no,” she crossed her arms, “why would I be jealous,” 

“I don’t know but you sound jealous,” he grinned. 

“I’m not, and it's not like he likes me like that anyways for me to have a reason to be jealous.” She said whether she was trying to convince him or herself she wasn’t sure now. 

“Then why not put that to the test~” Benedict winked at her.

“What?” She asked and raised her brow. 

“If you’re so sure he doesn’t like you then let's test that theory out. We try to make him jealous?” 

“… Ben,” She said she didn’t like the idea of doing that to him, it wasn’t his fault Cressida did that and was most likely just trying to get a rise out of her. 

“It will be fine.” He said. 

“No, I’m not going to do that to him,” She decided. “Besides, he's going to promenade with me tomorrow.” 

“Oh~ so you do like him,” she glared at the man and decided to go find her mother. 

The following day came and went… he never showed up… because of course he wasn’t seriously courting her… she knew it. 

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[asherloki]

Christmas and us

Sherlock x reader

Fluff!

Part one, part 3

"Rosie liked it" I said breaking the silence that surrounded Sherlock and myself. It was two in the morning, John went to sleep with his daughter. Her face was priceless seeing those colours that Sherlock and I bought. John, too was pretty happy after receiving the beautiful Parker pen Sherlock and I gave him. 'The army doctor needs a good pen' Sherlock said while buying it. Mrs Hudson was off to sleep too, hope she liked the cup set, I insisted on giving her that. She smiles at everything, you can't quite tell if she's happy or just pretending.

"don't worry" replied Sherlock, "Mrs Hudson adored it" ofcourse he deduced what I was thinking.

"hmm I hope" I answered, stealing a glance at eachother we smiled. Then again we turned at the window looking at the sky.

"it's pretty cold tonight " I said walking towards Sherlock's chair, "come here" gesturing him to come with me I sat on his chair.

"may I have a bit of space here?" he asked with the sweetest smile. Giving him another in return I moved to give him some space to sit.

"comfy enough?" I asked, he sat and wrapped me in his arms and replied,

"very much, but..." there was a but? I looked at him asking,

"but?"

"did you open the present I got you?"

"I haven't opened any of that, wait I'll get it" I got up and took the present he brought for me, "SO EXCITED" I tried to expression my excitement as much as possible.

Little by little I started to unwrap the present "oh g-"

to my surprise it was the most precious gift one can ever give me, "you just did not buy me a freaking pair of diamond earrings" I said, wanting to pinch myself to believe.

"yet here it is" answered Sherlock, "do you like them?"

I was even more surprised by the question, "hold on" I put off my earrings that I was wearing and wore the ones he gave, "Ta-Da, how do I look?"

His eyes sparkled in the almost dark living room, the fireplace lit dimly, the only light that shown brightly was the fairy ones.

"beautiful" he said, as if whispered. I stared at him, feeling at unesse, guilty, fucked up if I dare say so. Remembering how this man spent his hard earned money on me and how I often neglect him. You know I often prioritise my friends, my needs, my wants before this flesh and blood man.

"you okay?" he asked with concern, perhaps my face said how I was feeling.

"Sherlock?" I called, in order to confess.

"yes my dear?" he replied.

"I'm a terrible wife, I would be the worst mother if we have kids, I'm also not a good daughter, I'm also not a good enough friend, I'm everything I said, greedy too perhaps, not of money, but attention, that I neglect you, but I love you Sherlock Holmes, for all the lovers I ever had, you're the only one that loved me back, perhaps more that I deserve".

He stayed silent, maybe it took him some time to process what I just said,

"my love" he replied, "everything you said is a very harsh self criticism, to say the least. That being said, I'm the one who judges whether someone is worthy of my love or not. You are worthy of it, my dear, more than you can imagine. You're not perfect, but no matter how much you feel lack, you're still the most extraordinary person in my eyes."

I knew not what to say, 'the dumb girl and the detective ' was the headline of the paper when he married me, 'the stupid painter' people pointed at me when we walked hand in hand. Yet he never for once felt ashamed of me.

"well" I said changing the atmosphere into a bit cheerful one, "I am the most beautiful person you've ever seen after all".

He too smiled at my comment, "certainly, as I've been saying since day one."

He said it since the week we met,

"you barely liked me" he said, "did you?"

"well" I replied, "yes it took me time, who knew the man I rolled my eyes at seeing for the first time will be the exact same person sitting with me here in this sofa as my bloody husband ".

He laughed, and his laughrer rang in the flat. I let him laugh for some time, he looked happy.

"Sherlock, it's really late, let us go and sleep " I said getting up.

"okay " he said and then stopped, "one minute ".

I looked at him curiously doing something on his phone, "a bit of music doesn't hurt".

He played 'love story' lightly so no one wakes up.

"care to join for a dance?" he offered raising his hand to catch mine. With a soft giggle I held his stretched out hand and we swayed with the rhythm of the song, softly singing to ourselves "it's a love story baby just say 'yes'".

[rantingsofthehumanmind]

The Value of a Dollar

Continuation of A Diamond in the Rough

Thank you Sky Castle for ruining my brain with the caste system of society but here's the sequel a reader asked for.

1.3k words SFW, Loki is just full of bad vibes

As always by clicking read more you are acknowledging you are over 18 and are comfortable with dark or implied dark themes

The next few days after your breakup is… expected. Loki calls, texts and leaving gifts at your apartment and you muting, blocking and sending back his attempts. It's a tedious back and forth till it completely stops, no missed calls from unknown numbers or weird vague texts. Just silence.

The apartment itself felt even worse. There was a lingering smell you couldn't quite recognize. The objects in your room seemed slightly out of place and now some of your clothing seems to have gone missing. Like the plaid scarf your mother gave you.

You gladly accept the peace but with it comes an odd sense of paranoia. Whenever you made it home you felt on you as you opened the doors to your building. Weird cars parked out in front with dark tinted windows, youve started writing them down but they seem to have different plates everytime.

The paranoia seems to follow you at work as well. Your company was preparing to go public and hit the stock market and your team was tasked with creating the earning report for possible shareholders. But despite the hectic schedule people still found the time to talk to you. Constant person questions on your daily life and schedule, most of the people who came up to you were people you hardly recognized or never spoke to. Even going as far as glancing at your phone and your work computer.

At one point you've decided to cut your losses and avoid as much human contact as possible. Working outside instead of your desk, playing work related audio to seem busy and sitting close to the door during meetings for a quick exit.

The plan is quite successful until you receive an email from Wilson, your supervisor on your latest behavior. This leads you to where you are now. In front of your supervisor's door knocking with enough butterflies in your stomach to make you vomit on the spot.

There's a bit of whispering in the office as you press your ear to the door until you hear him call you in and you wonder why he organized the meeting if he was already busy with someone else. You step in offering an apology for disturbing him when you felt your heart drop seeing a familiar face looking back at you from the seat across from your boss.

Wilson is all smiles when you walk in standing up to push you in as he closes the door. "You're still as punctual as ever huh? Take a seat, take a seat. I was just chatting with your boyfriend here. You never told us you were dating, Loki Laufysen. Were you the one who suggested he take up our stock?"

You stare blankly ahead, mind racing to make sense of the situation and can only stutter out one thought, "We-We're not dat-"

Loki offers a warm smile to your boss as he interrupts you."Of course she didn't. She has always been the secretive type haven't you?" He grabs your hand and you attempt to pull away with no success.

"Well we wouldn't want to get caught in any legal issues. But here I am talking your ear off. I'll leave you two lovebirds the room." Wilson walks towards the door and you stand attempting to block his exit.

"Sir, what about the email? My meeting?"

"No worries, Loki told me the situation. I'll tell your project lead to reduce your workload. Can't believe you've been organizing the paperwork for Loki's portfolio as well. You sure are quite the busy bee." Wilson leaves with a wave and you're left with a gnawing feeling in your chest as you sit back down.

Loki begins to gently stroke your skin with his thumb and lifts it up to offer a chaste kiss before repeating the gesture. "Now how have you been, my dear."

"I was fine before seeing your face."

Loki hums, "You know I was really heartbroken after that day. I felt resentful and betrayed at how easily you seem to have thrown away our relationship." His grip on your hand tightens causing a sharp and agonizing pain.

"But then I realized I wasn't paying attention to your needs. So here I am, what would you like? The company? I've already made a hefty deal on the stocks you can basically own it and never work again. How about a new house just the two of us, I know your apartment feels a bit cluttered with the stuff you have. We can go house shopping today if you like. We can drive around some of the neighborhoods or just pick a plot of land to build on we'd have to get county approval but that should take little time-"

As Loki rambles you zone him out to focus on observing his current state. Despite the act he put on earlier you see in his face that he's tired. Sullen bags under his eyes and his hair seems over greased and unwashed. Even his eyes seem a bit off. You look down and see your plaid scarf on his neck. "That's my scarf isn't it?"

Loki pauses and touches the cloth, "Yes, I missed you so much I decided to use some of your clothing to remind me of you. Do you like it?"

"I don't remember leaving this at your apartment, why do you have it."

"Work must be really tough for you. So busy you can't remember even the little things." He gets down on his knees in front of you and gathers both of your hands in his on your lap. "So, what do you think? What would you like to start with?"

"Loki, I don't think you fully processed what happened. We are broken up. There is no second chance, money can't resolve this before or now. I want you out of this office, out of this zip code and out of my life."

The silence that follows is heavy and uncomfortable. Loki doesn't look you in the eye as he stands but he gives your hand a soft squeeze before pacing the room. "Darling, you always were shortsighted."

"What do you mean by that?"

"The money itself never has to reach you." Your brows furrow when the true meaning of his words hits you.

You jump up from your chair and shove Loki against a wall. "You! You're the reason my coworkers are acting so weird lately. Did you buy them off?"

"Please why would I reach so low." He points to the roof of the office, "When the jackpot is so cheap."

"So what? You bought off the company? I'll quit, I hate this job anyway."

"And risk thousands of jobs with me pulling out my offer?"

"If they were dumb enough to follow whatever they were told to do they deserve the consequences."

"How about I do you better. The house your mom lives in is fully paid for correct?"

"Don't you fucking dare-"

With a smirk on his face, Loki lifts his hands in defense. "I wouldn't dare hurt my mother-in-law but many of the neighbors around her aren't too lucky keeping things afloat. Would be lucky if they bills suddenly increased and everyone else was forced to move out. It would create some gossip and some uncomfortable confrontations."

"The cars in front of my building, is that you?"

"I have to make sure you are safe, sweetheart."

"My God, what is wrong with you? I just want my peace back. What do you want from me?!" There's already tears running down your face and you can barely make out anything but Loki's bright green eyes.

"Hm... What I want?" He takes off his coat and places it on your shoulders in an affectionate manner. "I want you right by my side. The place where you should be."

"But the cars? This little company of yours? That's just a little taste of the true power of money." He pauses for a moment, his hands squeezing your shoulders as he looks deep into your eyes. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, he leans in until his lips are just inches from yours. Then pulls back to reach your ear. "And we both know that I can do a lot worse with the income I have."

His coat on your shoulder feels like a heavy blanket of defeat sinking you down in the blackhole that is Loki Laufysen. With the coat giving off the same unfamiliar scent you smelled in your apartment.

[katsotherworld]

Book 3 Chosen House of Night

My ramblings throughout the book.

Shawnee is described as caramel colored.

"Man purse" as opposed to just a purse or a bag?

I totally agree that birthday gifts that are holiday themed just because its the day of or right before/after is stupid, unless the birthday person is obviously and overjoyously a fan of said holiday.

Like you don't give Christmas themed gifts on Christmas, so why would you if they're born in December?

Heath coming in to save/ruin the day by revealing Zoe's birthday hatred lol.

Ok, 16/17 is old enough to realize that 50 something isn't that old.

Of course The People of Faith have their own edition of the Bible.

I hate that Linda was manipulated and abused into cutting off her daughter and mother. And when she wanted to free it was at one of the worst moments.

Also, does Zoey never miss her siblings? She doesn't seem to care about them at this point in the series.

I'm definitely remembering why I hated Eric, like I remembered but now I'm really remembering.

Also, Zoey's slut shaming is fucking annoying, like honey, it's normal to be sexually interested if you're interested in sex.

I want Stark, not Eric, like I just want my archer baby not the asshole actor who has a lesson to learn thst isn't learned for a few more books.

"Kinky Freak Boy" that's just so gross Zoey.

And Eric is right about Loren looking at Zoey not like a student and he's her teacher.

Teenagers should be taught what Grooming is, I wish they'd have called it that in these books because its Grooming and teens are so unaware about things that they don't realize an adult shouldn't be interested in them.

"Shawnee's chocolate colored eyes"

"He called me a woman." "He always mademe feel so grown, so womanly" statements made from a teen girl about a adult man grooming her.

"I've always been drawn to confident woman. You don't any idea how how special you are, do you Zoey? You're unique, not like any of those other fledglings. You're a goddess among those who think themselves demi-gods."

"I thought adult vampires weren't supposed to have relationships with fledglings.

"We're not supposed to, its highly improper. But sometimes there's an attraction between two people that transcends the vampire fledgling boundary, as well as age and impropriety. Do you believe in that kind of attraction, Zoey?"

"I didn't like seeing his [the age appropriate boyfriend] hands all over you?" Loren Blake

"I dont have any right to be angry at you for being eith Eric, it's not even my business." Loren Blake

"Do you want it to be you're business?" Zoey Redbird.

"More than I can tell you. I belive its my turn for a birthday kiss." Loren Blake

"No one can know about us" kisses her then proceeds to give her diamond earrings.

After being invited back to the teacher's room for sex she then panics because she doesn't want to have sex yet, but wants an excuse that isn't "juvenile"

I'll be waiting for you to come put me out of my misery.

"As I said, You're not like the rest of those fledgling children. And I happen to adhere to the belief that some rules are meant to be broken." -groomer Loren Blake again.

Also, if Nyx gives Zoe all these gut feelings why wouldn't she stop her from getting raped by Loren.

Nyx waits till after Zoe is imprinted with an adult vampire to let her know not to trust him with knowing Negerete's dark deeds.

Why didn't Nyx stop this shit.

Zoe deserved better than walking in on the Neferet and Loren situation.

God, Zoey's friends fucking suck. Like why the fuck are they so stupid. Like so fucking stupid. And if anyone would be aware of fucking GROOMING Damian would know that Loren was fucking in the wrong. I get the twins being a little awkward about it but Damien should know that he was Grooming her.

And so begins the Eric showing his true colors saga.

I just love Stevie Rae.

Zoe not knowing what the mysterious excruciating pain is sucks for her from a lack of knowledge stand point.

Darius is the absolute best. Like he is just the fucking best. I'm glad he gets to be a permanent character.

Welp, that ended on a note for sure.

[aajjks]

heyoooo 😁💕 i wonder if jungkook noticed that? 👀

BC!JK

“a gift? jungkook, you shouldn’t have” you tell him and as the servants is walking in you and jihye are shocked to see the tiffany and co. shopping bag while jaehan just quietly watches you from across the table. he doesn’t know why but it’s so hard to keep his eyes off of you especially when you smile like that.

“tiffany diamonds?! since when do you go shopping for women?” jihye says clearly irritated at her son gifting you such expensive jewelry when he’s never bought her such things but jungkook pays neither his mother or father any mind. his attention is focused on your shocked face when the bag in placed in your hands.

no one has ever bought anything high maintenance for you. you’re sure this gift is like buying bubblegum to jungkook but in your eyes, it’s like buying a car. you can’t even bring yourself to open the back and look to see what’s in the box and after jungkook’s request for you to wear it, you’re sure it’s either a necklace, bracelet, or maybe earrings.

“jungkook, i-i can’t wear this. oh my, why would you buy this for me?” you gasp but it’s simple; he loves you. he’s so in love with you.

“open it, dear” jaehan instructs you and like the obedient girl you are, you hesitantly open the bag and take a look inside of the box.

you’re such a good girl…

“jungkook~” you pout as you take a closer look at the silver necklace with two heart tags, one pink and one silver. obviously the two hearts symbolize yours and his and you find it really cute. maybe it’s you who should be taking him out on a date instead of vise versa.

first, your pet cat sage who you abandoned and now a tiffany & co. necklace. you’re beginning to realize that jungkook’s love language is through gifts.

expensive gifts.

“i love it, jungkook. thank you so much” you say as you get up to give jungkook a hug. your arms wrapping securely around his neck with his hands wrap around your waist to pull you into a tight hug. without your knowledge however, jaehan’s eyes slowly travel from your shoulders to your waist to your ass and finally your smooth legs.

you’re such a treat and selfishly, his son wants you all to himself.

“why don’t you put it on her, son?” jaehan suggests as the maids take his and jihye’s plates to the kitchen for them to be cleaned.

“yeah? why don’t you, lover boy? o-of course that’s if you want to, heh heh”

Did you just call him loverboy?

Well he is your lover boy. You are his love after all. So, without wasting another moment, he takes out the necklace from the velvet box and he’s putting it on you.

The truth is that this is actually reminding him of that one scene in Titanic, but he’s going to make sure that he ends up with you. Jungkook smirks when he feels the eyes of his parents on the both of you.

It’s so crazy how you have gathered his parents attention, you are truly magnetic. He wants to touch the curve of your collarbone but maybe right right now it’s not the right time he doesn’t want to creep you out.

He has already kissed you without your permission, and that caused him your upcoming relationship, so he’s going to keep his hormones in check just in case. They are fixated with the way he’s putting on the necklace so delicately on you like you’re made of glass.

To him you are really precious. He’s known you for so long… almost 10 years. He knows you are a very sensitive and pure soul

He has to treat you with patience and unconditional love. He wants to be with you forever. Eunwoo was honestly dumb enough to fuck it all up with you, but Jungkook is not.

Not anymore at least.

He is a man and he’s going to show you that-actions speak louder than words after all. “Ahhh turn around angel?” He whispers near your ear. And you slyly turn around, tilting your head while he gives you space.

It’s so amazing how his parents are speechless right now.

His father definitely knows that he found his future daughter-in-law, at least, Jungkook hopes. His mother might take some time to accept you, but she has to ultimately.

And even if she doesn’t, who gives a fuck?

“My my yn….” as soon as you look at him and he’s got a clear view of the necklace on your neck at the front, Jungkooks breath hitches in his throat, it is so perfect.

It is perfect on the skin of your neck, it’s like it was made for you. “W-Wow yn… it’s perfect. Please wear it daily if you can and it’s not even that expensive I know you don’t like expensive things” jungkook claps his hands,

And then he makes sure that you sit down on the table once again, of course, he’s already in a hurry to get you all alone himself so he can take you home and maybe romance with you a little without his parents third wheeling.

But you have to eat the dessert.

“Come on yn let us finish the dessert and then I’ll take you home as promised!”

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Chapter VII (A Heiress and a second son)

Masterlist

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Prince Aemond Targaryen the second son of king Viserys Targaryen is seen walking around the castle ignoring the stares of the ladies watching him like a hawk, a screech is heard in the sky looking up Aemond saw two weird flying creatures flying around and crashing with each other but they quickly start flying again and they landed on top of the castle "Cute aren't they?" a soft voice said next to Aemond making him turn his head "What?" Amalthea looked at him and whistled and in a second one of the creatures landed near them, cuddling into Amalthea's leg, Aemond stepped back as he see the weird-looking creature "This Astra means star in greek, and that one up there is Aten name after the Egyptian god of the sun, he's my nephews " Aemond watched as the princess of lune bend down and scratch Astra's head "I had never seen a creature like that" Astra look at Aemond and screech " Astra and Aten are dimorphodon, I discover their species when I went to one of my adventures, they were just babes when I found them...hiding behind the dead body of their mother so I took them and gifted one to Nash" Amalthea look at Astra who decided to go fly "They look like dragons but smaller" Aemond said as he watches the two flying g siblings fly "That's because both creatures may share the same bloodline" Aemond nodded.

Prince Aemond does not know what he thinks of the heiress of lune, he never met someone like her. The next time he saw the princess where the dragons and the other creatures were staying, she fed her snake with Astra behind her. Vhagar nudges Aemond getting his attention and making him pat her, he turns to look at the princess but he instead sees black orbs looking at him. Calypso watch Aemond, Aemond took his eye off Amalthea and look at his dragon.

The third time Aemond saw Amalthea she was walking with her nephew, her violet hair flying freely with the wind, diamond earrings shining with the sun. He sees the two teens talking seriously making him curios making him get closer "Nash I can't keep making excuses for you, you have to tell Europa and Arthur" Nash looks down and sigh "How can I tell them, would they even accept" Amalthea softly smile at him and grab him by the shoulders "Nash they will love anyway, no matter what" Nash look up with teary eyes "Ill love you no matter what" Amalthea grabbed him by his shoulders and kiss his cheek. Aemond watches the two heiresses and walks away from them, Amalthea catches silver hair in the corner of her eyes making her head turned slightly, and saw prince Aemond walking away. The fourth time Aemond saw the princess was at the ball with the folk people, he watched her dance, and laugh with all of them, He and everyone else knew she'll be a great queen one day.

The fifth time he saw her was when she was talking to the sons of Rhaenyra and Daemons girls "Lune is very beautiful my princess" Lucerys told the princess as he watch the waterfall "Thank you" Aemond got closer to them and silently watch them "Dont be shy prince Aemond there space for you" Aemond staid still "How did you know it was me?" he asks making his way next to her pushing Jacaerys out the way making him stumble into Baela, Amalthea side eye them and shake her head slightly "A royal guard has to teach me how to recognize someone footsteps, Sine you and your family arrived in Lune I have been studying all of your footsteps and movements" everyone look at her with a shocked face "And why would the heir of lune need to learn that?"Aemond asks making her face him and making eye contact with his one eye " Well as an heiress and next queen of Lune I need to be aware of who is standing or walking behind me" Amalthea explains as she watches all their faces. Aemond smirked and look down "Never heard of something like that... it's smart," Jacaerys said making the princess nod "If you like one of the guards can teach you that my prince, after all, you be taking the throne after your mother and of course, your betrothed should learn this as your future queen" Jacaerys nodded and look at Baela who also smiled "We would love that princess," Baela said making Amalthea smile "Alright Ill talk with Ser Sebastian as soon I can" Aemond only watch her as she smiles, Violet hair shinning bright in the sun.

By the end of the week, Prince Aemond's heart has been captured by the princess without him knowing.

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Hello...I know I haven't updated in a long time but that's because I have been lazy lately plus I was testing all last week. Something I have decided to change is that I won't be putting images of the outfits they are wearing, the reason is that I feel like I waste a lot of time doing that and there are a lot of images I have to download on my computer, the times I'll do that is when there is a ball going on, In my other books Ill still be doing this because its only one main character and not a bunch like this one. Anyway hope you guys liked this and sorry if is short, have a great night, day, morning, or afternoon.

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Dirty Wild Sultan

4

Nasrin

I looked at the lavish interior of my hotel suite. Being a Princess of Maahnoor, I could afford to stay in a suite. The chilly breeze from the balcony ruffling my hair, laughter and music echoing in the city below. I averted my eyes to the suitcase beside the vanity. It was open, barely unpacked after arriving in Azmia for a night, using the ticket Imran had gifted me.

I ran a hand down my face, tucking the strands of my hair behind my ears. I needed to calm down and think. Be smart about the whole ridiculous ordeal. There must be a loophole. 

You have to marry him. My father had said over the phone, his voice raspy with age, when I had landed in Azmia. I could hear the cruel smile in his voice. How I could ever be related to that man was a wonder on its own. 

I couldn’t escape to London anymore. I had a student loan to pay off and my father took care of the money that he allowed me to spend. I still had some little cash that I had earned during my part-time job at a vet clinic in London, but it wasn’t enough to run away. Barely enough to survive.

Clenching my fists, I stood up from the bed and made my way to the vanity mirror. Staring back at the angry dark eyes, I promised myself that I would never marry that old man or any other consorts of my father’s choice. I won’t let myself suffer again. I will fight him. 

The emerald jewelry of my mother glinted with the light. The golden intricate design feeling soft against the pad of my finger and the huge emerald diamond, shaped as a dewdrop hanging below it. My mother’s maang tikka. She had worn it as a family tradition during her wedding and gave it to me on her deathbed, promising me to wear it when I marry the person I love. She had regretted marrying my father, but she loved her children, loved us. So she wanted me not to repeat her mistake. Choose my heart over anything else. 

I will keep that promise, Mother. Saying that to myself, I safely kept the jewelry in the drawer.

With a little hope, I stripped out of the jeans and tee shirt, donning a stunning black dress that felt liquid on my skin. Barely leaving anything to the imagination and accentuating my hips and curves, ending at my thigh. I adjusted the cleavage and the thin straps before applying minimal makeup. 

Azmia was well known for its popular bars and clubs. Rumor had it that many celebrities and even royals themselves liked to party in the clubs. I could take a night off that I very well deserved and enjoy New Year’s Eve. 

***

Tipping my head back, I swallowed the gin, licking my lips as I kept the glass on the counter. Pop music played in the background, people dancing and laughing on the stage, neon lights flashing over everyone’s bodies, glistening with sweat. I eyed the throng of the strangers’ faces, everyone enjoying in their own bubble, drinking, dancing, grinning.

Only half an hour left before the new year. 

I hesitated only for a moment when the music changed to something heady, flowing between everyone, caressing my bare arms as if urging me to dance like a sensual lover. No one was going to give me another look here. No one knew that I was Princess Nasrin, the only Princess of Maahnoor. No one would care. 

And if they did, they could very well go fuck themselves with a stick up their ass. 

With my chin high, I stepped onto the dance floor, the music thrumming in my veins, the aftertaste of gin coating my mouth, encouraging me to close my eyes and move. Move my body the way I wanted it to, without the judgement of others. Just me and the music. 

I danced, moving my hips and arms, caressing them with each new dance step, sweat coating my golden skin as I giggled and danced with three women. Our eyes bright as we swayed to the beat of the earthy, exotic music, getting lost in it. 

“You look so sexy,” a man slurred, hiccupping when he tried to wrap his arms around my waist. 

Stepping back, I tried to ignore him, but he wouldn’t budge. “I am not interested,” I said clearly, batting away his hands that tried to touch me. 

“Then why are you dressed like that?” 

Oh, for the love of—

“Because it’s her body and she can dress however she wants.” I turned my head to the smoky voice of the most handsome man I had ever seen. He glared at the man and spoke with authority, “Leave before I call security and have you arrested.”

I raised my brow when it seemed to work. The stranger took a step back, glancing between the two of us. “Who are you to step between us? I was just asking to dance with her.”

The handsome stranger’s eyes glittered, “I am the—”

“He is my husband, right, darling?” I smiled, leaning close to him. 

“I am?” he questioned, tilting his head at me. The man scoffed, which made him glare at him again. “Yes, this beautiful woman is my wife. If you won’t leave us, I will call security.”

He left, leaving me with the handsome stranger.

He faced me, and my heart stuttered for a moment. His obsidian eyes pinned me in place while I tried not to trip in my heels, his tall, lean frame towering over me. The shirt he wore stretched over his broad shoulders, the shadows and lights of the club shadowing his chiseled sharp face. For a moment, I thought there was something familiar about him. My mind nagging at me to step back at the predatory glint in his eyes. Step back and hide myself. 

But I didn’t move. 

I couldn’t move. 

I was in awe of his beauty. Captivated. The sheer power pouring out of him, people holding their breath when they looked between us. The music blurred out, as if I was underwater, shamelessly staring at the man who stood across from me. A head taller than me, even though I was tall for a female with the heels donning my feet. But he didn’t make me feel small. No, he made me feel different. The feeling I couldn’t put a finger on when he tipped my jaw towards him, the soft touch of his finger burning my skin, flaming it.

“You are Limerence,” he spoke, his voice so deep and smooth that I wanted to sigh.

We were so close that my chest brushed his shirt. I took a deep breath, controlling myself from inviting him to my hotel room. By the way he expelled sheer male sexuality, everyone gawking at him with heart eyes. I knew he would be good—no, terrific, in bed. 

I heard myself say, “What?” 

He blinked at me, his long lashes making shadows on his sharp cheekbones. The dark slashing of his brows made his eyes seem hooded. 

“Limerence, my wife,” he replied in his husky voice. 

My wife. My thighs clenched at the way he said it, so tenderly. His accent was laced with thick British English, as if he wasn’t from here. But the tanned golden skin, his tousled dark hair and eyes pointed otherwise. 

“Ten, nine, eight—”

We both broke out of the bubble at the same time, looking around to see people screaming down the numbers. Right. It was New Year’s Eve. 

“I want to kiss you,” he said, looking me straight in the eye. 

He didn’t beat around the bush, did he?

“Five, four, three—”

“Please do,” I whispered, wanting to kiss his full lips. I wanted to see how handsome his face would look from between my thighs or when I pleasure him, taking him in my mouth.

He hesitated, only for a second, before closing the distance between us and pressing his lips against mine. I lost all sense of being when everything but us melted into the shadows, cocooning ourselves in our bubble once again from the cheers and hoots of laughter. The kiss was soft, despite the passion and intensity promised in his eyes. I took the lead, closing my fingers around the lapel of his suit and pulling him closer, pressing our bodies against each other, his hard muscles against my soft curves. I deepened the kiss, nipping at his bottom lip and—

Oh. 

A moan slipped past me when he wound his hand in my hair, his other hand lowering on my back and cupping my ass, giving it a light squeeze. He growled, the kiss getting hungrier with each second when we both tasted alcohol on each other’s tongue. 

I pulled away, my half-lidded eyes catching the sight of his flushed face. I knew I wanted to see that face, the face of my handsome husband, hovering above me. 

Holding his hand, I whispered, “Come with me.”

***

It only took a couple of minutes to rush from the club towards the hotel. The heat from his muscular, lean body pressed against my back, his lips nibbling my ear when I tried to open the door to my suite. His soft chuckle rolling over my body, my thighs tensing at his husky voice when his hand snaked down to mine and slowly swiped the card, opening the door. 

I pulled him inside with me, a gasp escaping my lips when he turned me around and pressed my back against the closed door. The handsome stranger swallowed my gasp, kissing me once more, his sensual lips moving to my jaw, down my neck while his hands roamed over my body. 

His touch burning my skin. His lips searing me. His smoky scent turning me into mush.

Closing my eyes, I relished in the passion and possibilities of his hold. His strong hands touching me with the clear authority that he knew how that night would end. Naked in bed. 

Before I could lead him to the bedroom, he pulled away. His warm breath caressing my cheeks. I loved how tender his hold was. Gentle yet firm.

“We should talk before we… we—”

“Yeah.” I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat. “Yes. We should. You are my husband, I am your wife and we are celebrating the new year.”

Despite the darkness of the hotel suite, I could feel him smile. Feel the intensity and pure lust gleaming in his eyes when he pressed closer, the hard muscles of his body against my soft curves. 

I held back my whimper when he said, his voice rough, “Yeah? How are we going to celebrate it, wife?” 

Licking my lips, I trailed my hands from his thick, soft hair down to the chiseled panes of his chest. He took in a sharp breath when I removed the suit jacket he was wearing, gliding my hands over the broad shoulders and to the collar of his shirt, slowly unbuttoning the buttons.

“I could show you how,” I whispered, kissing his neck, pressing my lips down to his Adam’s apple, licking it before I lowered my kisses.

“What’s your name?” he asked, his breathing heavy when my knuckles brushed against the solid bulge of his arousal.

He is definitely well-endowed. Lucky me. 

“Jasmine.”

“Liar,” he crooned in my ear, my toes curling in my heels when he dragged me from the hallway to the bedroom as if he knew the suite. “I meant your real name.”

I watched his muscles move through the thin shirt when he closed the door behind us, my eyes landing on his sharp face, his eyes mischievous and inviting. 

“If it’s a one-night thing, then I don’t see why you should know my real name,” I said, removing the heels, trying hard not to shiver under his fiery gaze. 

He didn’t reply for a moment, and when I looked up, I could see his throat work, his lips glistening when he licked them. No one should look that good in dim light when they are doing nothing but thinking. 

“My name is Zain,” he introduced himself.

I raised my brow. “That’s the name of the Sultan and it’s his sister’s birthday today.”

“No way,” he said, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips when he removed his shirt. My eyes landed on the abs and the happy trail down his pants when he stepped closer. “What a coincidence.”

I hummed, half-hearing what he said. I was too busy ogling his body, the sheer masculinity that oozed out of him. The air in the room hummed with sexual anticipation and all thoughts erased from my head when his lips claimed mine. My hands explored his body, touching the muscles and lowering to scratch his stomach. He groaned, the sound low and smoky, making heat curl between my legs. 

A soft moan slipped past my lips when he squeezed my ass, pulling me so close that I could feel the hardness of his stiffened member against my thigh. My palm sought him out on its own. I wanted to feel him, touch him. 

His eyes were dark and hooded with lust when I slowly squeezed his length, pulling him out of his boxers. I swallowed the lump in my throat at the naked sight of his dick. A bit of precum leaked from the tip when it stayed erect against his stomach. 

I was snapped out of my ogling when Zain’s hands fumbled with the straps of my dress. He helped me remove it, peeling the dress off my body, kissing the soft skin above my thong. I shivered when his fingers tweaked and rolled my hardened nipples, kissing them, biting them and leaving marks. 

“Sit down,” I whispered, pushing him on the edge of the bed. “I want to taste you.”

Zain’s cheeks flushed. It was both adorable and hot to see such a handsome man blush, watching me kneel between his powerful legs as if it was his first time. He had removed his pants and boxers, his dark eyes gazing at me, my sensitized breasts feeling heavy when he looked at them with bashful desire.

Licking my lips, I leaned closer and stroked his length, his velvety soft skin hardened in my palm. The soft sighs he made were a fuel to my arousal. My thong dampened with my juices, hearing the hot sounds he made when I licked him. The salty yet tangy taste of him erupting in my mouth as I hollowed out my cheeks and sucked. 

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, his hand wrapping around my hair as I dipped down on his girthy length. 

I hummed and moaned with him inside my mouth, my fingers tightening around his thighs as his hand curled around my head. I watched his exposed neck, the golden skin sporting a hickey. Pulling back, I took a deep breath.

“I will cum inside your mouth, wife,” he whispered, his voice lowering an octave as he caressed my cheek, his own flushed red. 

Shifting on my knees, I said, “I don’t mind, husband.”

Blood rushed to his face hearing me call him husband. Zain licked his lips. “Allow me to return the favor first.”

But I want to make you come first.

Before I could voice it out, Zain picked me up and laid me down on the bed, as if I weighed nothing. The soft sheets were cool underneath my back, the sight of Zain hovering between my knees unnerving me. 

My eyes widened when he slowly ran his finger from my slicked lips to the tiny bundle of nerves. A shiver of aching hunger rolled over my body, my thighs tensing and relaxing when he repeated his actions. I whimpered, raising my hips when he added another finger, toying around with my dripping need, spreading it around and watching every inch of my body react underneath his ministrations. 

“Zain,” I moaned when the soft pads of his fingers bumped against my clit, rolling it around, teasing me further. 

His eyes flickered to me, gleaming with lust as he watched me and my fingers rolling around my hardened nipples. Licking his lips, he leaned down between the apex of my thighs. I took a shuddering breath, the air of the room heavy with pent-up sexual tension and pressing against my bare skin. 

I bit my lip, muffling a gasp when Zain covered my burning sex with his fiery mouth. My back arched from the bed when his tongue licked and explored my most sensitive part. His hands held my thighs from snapping shut on his head, my hand threading into his thick hair when he kissed and laved at my pussy. 

He hummed, my toes curling at the reverberations. I was moaning and sighing, my eyes pinned on his handsome face between my legs, my legs spreading wide over his broad shoulders, noticing the wicked delight of pleasure in his eyes when I groaned out his name. 

Zain was wild. Nothing like the blushing, shy man I thought he was moments ago. He had turned into someone else, someone who took extreme pleasure while performing cunnillingus. 

“I love your taste, wife,” he whispered, letting my feet touch the mattress as he dipped his finger inside me, watching me bite my lip and push my hips towards him for more. 

“More, Zain!” I pleaded with a broken moan, his lips wrapping around the bundle of nerves he was familiar with and sucking it in his mouth. 

He inserted another finger inside me, my walls clenching around him, my body quivering when he curled his digits, touching the sensitive spot that made my mind turn blank. 

I could feel his eyes on me when he repeated his actions, watching me grip the bedsheets, my groans pleading and broken from the need of release. I whined at the loss of his touch, my half-lidded eyes watching him lick his fingers before hovering above me. 

We both took in a sharp breath when he rubbed the head of his glistening cock from my dripping slit to the bundle of nerves. I wrapped my arms around him, his lips planting on mine as we both swallowed each other’s moans when he pushed himself inside me, my walls stretching against the little burn of his girthy length to accommodate him. 

Zain cursed, his pupils dilated as he eyed both of us. Where we joined. I tried clenching him, his eyes widening as he elicited a groan, a hot red flush creeping up his neck to his face. I giggled, watching him with amusement. He was so raw and open with intimacy. I had never met anyone or at least slept with anyone who had shown those qualities. 

It made me like him more—

No, Nasrin. You do not like a handsome stranger just because he is open, vocal and shows emotions while having sex. 

I was quickly snapped out of my thoughts when he traced a finger from my cheek to my lips, gently caressing my face. It evoked a new aching feeling from deep within my heart that I didn’t know whether to push him away or bury my face between his chest. 

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice barely audible. 

I could feel him throbbing inside me. Surely, he must have wanted to fuck me and reach his climax. But he waited for my answer, assessing me with his intense eyes as if he was truly concerned about my well-being. 

Don’t make me like you. 

I wanted to say, but I stuck with, “Yes, I am.” Wrapping my legs around his muscular torso, I said, “Fuck me.”

Zain’s eyes darkened, his fingers clenching the bedsheet as he slowly retreated and slammed inside me, my lips parting into a soundless moan. Holy shit. Pleasure bloomed inside me at the feeling of fullness, my body trembling when Zain claimed me with each powerful thrust. 

His hot groans and whispers were music to my ears. His jaw clenched when he gazed down at me, holding my hips to watch himself slide into me. It was extremely erotic to watch a man like him see himself sink into me, my nether lips soaking with arousal. 

I moaned softly when his finger rubbed over my sensitive clit, his eyes drinking in all the little details. I groaned out, his dick plunging deep inside me, his heavy, powerful body pressing against me and claiming my lips with his.

“I am going to—” I uttered with a small groan, his fingers rubbing faster, his pace increasing as he swelled inside me. 

Surprisingly, he came first, his climax erupting inside me as his face contorted into bliss, his fingers digging into my skin. I was in awe watching him, that my orgasm rocked my body. The scorching white hot lust swept through my body, my back arching and nails sinking into his back as I groaned out his name again and again. Holding onto him, gasping and writhing as my muscles contracted around him. 

Zain gave one last thrust before collapsing beside me. We were out of breath, my ears ringing as I tried my best to regain control of my wild heartbeat. I was surprised when he pulled me closer, kissing my lips and running his hand through my hair and back. I was rendered speechless when Zain cuddled me. Laying his head on the crook of my neck, his fingers brushing the underside of my breast and the coarse hair of his legs pressed against mine.

If I hadn’t been exhausted and deeply sated with the sex, I might have told him to leave or cover up. But I didn’t. Because I didn’t mind the warmth of his body, his soft breath fanning over my skin and the way he held me so close and tenderly that I would think that the night we had spent together meant more to him than me.

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For koreans ) since Kim, Jaegyu in military to KCIA so many thing happened he was a problem make creature and never married that wasn't nomal at that time and he collected every politicians and army including President's family by phone. So many things happened to Korea since he stepped in Korea. Korea's old military leaders were collage-master degrees and Korean military school like Korean West Point professors with Korean war experience persons, they were highly intelligent include Jung, Seungwha and Jang, Taehwan.. Since Kim monster in Seoul nobody was safe including JP and my mother's husband lost money from them because he came from North Korea at war time and fact is this he was not only one. So many from North Korean who becam South Korean civilian were lost their property in the name of red spy and use President name and they mocked to joy about last day he drunk whiskey but many civilians are had whiskey at home by Mije ajumma lol. We had Jonny walker back, Cognac, Chivas regal.. in living room by Mije Ajumma lol. When president fie his wach was chep Seiko somebody gave him but Seoul's middle class daughter wach was Gucci, my wach was a Gucci and second Brad new wach too lol and my mother gave me her gift was diamond bracelet and earrings it was popular to Seoul's mother for daughter at that time around me high school graduation gift and I grew up middlclass in Seoul and my mother gave her gift leather rock and roll jacket and poetry book when I went to middle school. Korean mother's put money together and buy things and traveling was very popular at that time in Seoul, they did piano, diamond everthing and their helthy friendships were on- going thing in their life time It call Chinmok Gye lol. And my father was a good military man and he liked 4 star General Jeong, Seunghwa. One day Kim, Jiha caught and came to my father he was a handsome and smart student so my father thought he had to servive and talked president Park for save this young student for country so they hidden original story for save him, so I think somebody copied useing his name because adults thought he was a very hansome and smart young student for country's future and someday he do good for country. After he used by his people came again and there was no president or my father lol. That time military was ruined by one psycophs and he got all good people's stars himself and went to Prsident but First Lady knew he wasn't a good guy. He was a single creature and stars thief.

My father went to financial department and president and my father were not in this world, they gone with original story. They couldn't have 5 thefts original story because that original story was not in this world anymore lol. My father showed up my dream he is well in pradise and presidant Park asked to me red tea so I sad yes but I never saw him in my life anyway I plugged pot but he disappeared so I woke up, maybe my big mouth know some of his story? I don't know so I wrote good side story maybe I have a key about him? what I know and I don't feel any shame for this world about truth. I know is I know and I don't know is I don't know and president disliked who opposed his project because he was at that time a dictator but a honest dictator for country at that time, his law caught my big brother because long hairvlol so my father took him home few times lol, but he was love of only his hometown peoples, it was not true. Truth make me free and no shame feeling because about truth XD think about Korea's prak Jeonghee time, his time is before Kim, Shinjo and after Kim, Shinjovand what he made for country and Kim. Jaegyu on after Kim, Shinjo incident and very problem everywhere. JP and his connection were very hard time, so it effected our home too. Yi, Hurak was hard time, Park, Jeonhee was ongoing very hard time and he lost his wife and Kim, Jakyu listened Park's kids telephone or following their life and creat Choi, Taemin story which were false stories and everything fiction and created gossip about ongoing story like monkey Island because Kim, Monster wasn't a Korean. He can't be a Korean.

He got in Bluehouse because Kim, Shinjo incident but true was he is not a person who caught Kim, Shinjo but he created Hongeun neighborhood accident like 5,18 because Korean military were in mountain looked for spy and caught but Houngen neighborhood got shot by helicopter and no military knew why civilians got attacked by military? Who ordered that? It is like 5,18 in Jeolla province and I hate to hear about old general were stupid lol. Old general made korean west point and professor with bachelor to master degrees and they went USA too. So new military group's mind set is wrong and they became one destroyed system for them. They became politicians not military mind. This was the problem too. Who wrote about old military their brain is not nomal than why most new military people's background were so shaby? So I think new military becamevonevwas Kim, Shinjo incident and they worked everywhere and started plan for 10 years <- I think so android military trust system but new group made problems so old couldn't move up and single man kim, Jaegyu made their world It call Damhap in korean and became shaby time in Korea lol so I leaved Korea. I like painting and look beautiful thing for my world but Korea was so shaby at that time to me. How come teacher had to under them or Norway to moved up because knew JP or else and creat some incidents for new militarie's teacher? And I think old military people's family background was better from jokbo(family tree) to other circumstances, our family tree has Joseon dynasty prime persons( yeongeujeongs wueujengs) and 70s top class people. To me it was Yangban vs Under Cheonmin it was to shaby and my father's nose was high and strait with perfect lips lol

[gotham-ruaidh]

Could you do some sort of ficlet for Modern Glasgow of Jamie and Claire interacting with her fellow med students and him claiming her in front of them or vice versa.

Modern Glasgow AU: Chronological order || Publication Order [AO3]

(set about 1.25 years after Jamie and Claire's wedding, early in her first semester of medical school)

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A gust of wind pushed across the courtyard, and Jamie turned up the collar of his jacket.

"It's a bit nippy for September. Hope this doesnae bode ill for the winter."

"It's overcast," Claire remarked beside him, stepping carefully around the puddles left from last night's rain. "And we're in Scotland. The weather can take a turn at any moment."

Jamie huffed. "Reminds me that I need to fix the insulation around the window in our bedroom. Cannae have my wife freezing."

She readjusted her satchel (a gift from Jamie) on her shoulder, and squeezed his hand. "Well, as long as we continue to use our bed in the way we do, I wouldn't worry about that."

He flushed, and she smiled. He coughed.

"Remind me again when you'll be done wi' the study group?"

"Our lab session is until noon, and we'll probably grab lunch afterward at that cafe I told you about. You're welcome to join us."

They had arrived at the grand old university building where Claire now spent the majority of her waking hours. Students burdened by backpacks streamed in and out of the revolving door, earbuds blasting music, faces a mix of exhaustion and exhiliration.

Jamie turned to face Claire. "Text me when you're on your way. Rupert wants to go over the Christmas printing schedule wi' me...and ye ken that could take minutes or hours." With his free hand he brushed a stray curl behind her ear, smiling as he glimpsed the earrings she wore - the small diamond studs his father had given his mother, and which Jenny in turn had given to Claire last Christmas.

She smiled at him. "Show me," she said quietly.

He drew back his hand, so that she saw the C tattooed at the base of his thumb.

"And you," he whispered.

She reached up to caress his chin with her thumb, then pulled back - showing him the J tattooed there.

He swallowed. "I love you."

"I love you," she smiled, and he leaned down to kiss her long and sweet.

Finally she pulled away and smiled again. "I'll see you later."

He smiled back. "I cannae wait."

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It had been an intense session in the anatomy lab that morning, but Claire's partner Jeanne was (fortunately) just as focused and determined as she was. Despite only knowing each other for a few weeks, since the beginning of term - already they had settled into a good working rhythm. Jeanne too had previous medical experience - she had worked as a paramedic in Paris for a year or so, and after a particularly traumatic incident decided to shift gears and train as a doctor.

It was through Jeanne that Claire had met the rest of the study group. There was Millie, a fresh university graduate from Edinburgh who lived down the hall from Jeanne in the university's student housing. And Peggy, Millie's roommate from Belfast, who had taken a gap year working at a clinic Nigeria before university. And Doug, who always wore a sweater from his native Shetland Islands, and Bruno, who never said much but clearly knew his facts. Millie and Peggy had met Doug and Bruno at a first-year student event, and immediately offered to form a study group. Claire - and, she suspected, Jeanne - wasn't quite sure if it was just a ploy to hook them as boyfriends.

But she was happy to get to know several other students - especially those with very different backgrounds from her own - and have them as her "team". They were fun, they were focused, and they certainly made her feel at home.

It was now their post-lab or post-lecture routine to grab a quick coffee or lunch (depending on the time of day) at the quiet but vibrant cafe right off campus. Despite its proximity to the university, the cafe was frequented more by neighborhood regulars than students - and never minded the group of six sitting in the back booth for several hours on end, mulling over the day's lessons.

Claire had texted Jamie when they'd locked up their lab drawers and headed out for the cafe. He'd quickly replied - Still at the printshop, don't wait for me, i love you mnd - and she'd tucked away her phone for the short walk across campus, chatting with Jeanne and Doug, with Millie and Peggy and Bruno following close behind.

Halfway to the cafe, Jeanne's mother called - and she hung back a bit, Claire only able to pick up a few words here and there amid the rapid-fire French.

"I'm concerned with the pace of all these lectures," Doug said to Claire.

She shrugged. "I'm not. I don't have a frame of reference to know if it's too fast or slow."

"I've asked around and been told that our lecturer is new this year. Maybe he's trying to push us all a bit hard."

"I wouldn't know. Besides, I don't mind if it's a bit accelerated. I quit my job for this - I'm all in."

"That's right," Doug said, quickly glancing over his shoulder to see Bruno and Peggy and Millie laughing hysterically. "You were a nurse, if I remember correctly."

Claire nodded. "At an A&E here in Glasgow, mostly."

"You must have some fascinating stories."

"I do. But more than anything, having that experience taught me to trust my instincts."

They paused at a crosswalk, waiting for the signal to change.

Doug turned to look at her - his eyes strangely intense. "Is that right, Claire?"

She raised her eyebrows skeptically. "I don't know what you're insinuating. But I'm warning you, don't go any further."

The other four members of the group were still a few steps behind. Doug's eyes remained intense on Claire's.

"You know exactly what I mean, Claire. I can give you whatever you want. And things you could never dream of. Trust your instinct on this."

Claire gaped, fire burning in her heart. But just as she replied -

"Claire!" Millie and Peggy sprang up behind her. "Bruno just told us the most wonderful joke. Bruno, can you repeat it!"

Claire pasted on a smile. Her left hand formed a fist in her pocket, thumb tracing her wedding ring.

"Sure. Tell me?"

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Claire hadn't the appetite for food, but a hot Earl Grey did cheer her somewhat.

When they arrived at the cafe, she'd deliberately sat as far away from Doug as possible. Normally she sat on the inside of the booth, but today she sat on the edge, almost as if she wanted to make a break for the door.

She listened idly to Peggy and Millie chattering with Bruno and Doug, knowing that Jeanne picked up on her silence but wisely did not ask.

Just as she finished her tea, Jamie strode through the door, glancing around the cafe.

How her heart soared when he saw her and smiled.

Not caring about the conversation in the booth, immediately she stood. And then he was there, squeezing her hands. And then she pulled him down for a deep kiss.

He pulled away, quirking an eyebrow - he'd ask her later.

She turned to the group. Narrowed her eyes at Doug - who showed no emotion.

"Everyone - this is Jamie. My husband."

Jamie nodded. "Good to see you again, Jeanne. Hi everybody."

"This is Millie and Peggy."

"Hiii," they gaped.

"And Bruno."

Bruno stood to shake Jamie's hand. "A pleasure," he smiled.

"And Doug."

Doug nodded a cool hello.

"Quite the Fair Isle knit you've got there," Jamie remarked in his thickest brogue. "I'd think that you Shetlanders would consider this weather to be quite balmy."

"Perhaps my blood has thinned a bit from living with all you Southerns," Doug retorted coolly.

Claire squeezed Jamie's hand, and dug her thumbnail in the flesh at the base of his thumb. Their silent signal indicating: I need you desperately.

Jamie dragged a chair to sit at the end of the booth, still gripping Claire's hand. "How was the lab?" His thumb swiped the underside of her wrist - another silent signal indicating, I understand.

For about fifteen minutes Jamie remained, chatting with his wife and her classmates, learning more about them and their aspirations. He never let go of Claire's hand beneath the table - their fingers twining and re-twining in a silent promise of what was to come.

Finally when Bruno stood up to leave, and the group broke up - Jeanne gave Claire a quick hug goodbye, and Claire didn't even acknowledge Doug as he turned back to the university.

Two minutes later she and Jamie were in their car.

"I'm going to drive us home, and you're going to tell me what's going on, Claire."

"I will, but you must promise to not do anything."

He turned on the car and looked at her. "I'm not going to hurt anyone, if that's what you're insinuating. But if you want me to defend your honor - "

"Doug propositioned me," she said baldly.

He pursed his lips. "I see. Show me, Claire."

She reached out her hand, palm up, the letter J bold and dark against the pale skin of her hand.

He kissed it.

"I'm going to ask Jeanne to remove him from the study group."

Her thumb traced the seam of his lips.

"He said he could give me whatever I wanted. And things I could never dream of."

He parted his lips, and took in her thumb.

"He can never understand that it's only you who does that for me. Who could do that for me."

He sucked gently, eyes burning.

"My heart hurts with love for you, Jamie."

He bit gently on her knuckle. Offered his thumb - with her C tattooed at the base - for her to kiss. She did, and bit softly.

He released her thumb with a soft, wet pop. "It is the greatest honor of my life, Claire, to be that person for you. For you know it's the same for me, aye?"

She nodded.

He smiled. "I love you. Let's go home."

Her hand squeezed his thigh the whole way.

[stars-of-kyber]

“I got you a present.” - Kanthony. Modern Au or Canon - I leave it up to you.

Look, I started with a short little idea on my head and it kind of… got away from me?

This is pure fluffy fluff.

Enjoy!

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Very early into her relationship with Anthony Bridgerton, or maybe even a bit before they’d actually been together, Kate realized that, although her now husband was very bad at expressing it, he was a person that loved very deeply. He was just truly terrible with words.

Anthony’s love language was not words of affirmation, nor physical touch. Actually, he was so touch starved that he looked awed every time Kate, who’s love language was physical touch, entwined their fingers as they walked or rested her hand on his tight when they sat down, a goofy, adorable smile lightening his entire face.

No, Anthony Bridgerton’s love language was acts of service and gift giving. He wouldn’t hesitate a moment to drop everything he was doing if anyone close to him needed him. Even before they moved together, Anthony always made sure to have his fridge stocked with her favorites, her shampoo and soap in his bathroom and he went so far as to change toothpastes when he realized she didn’t really like the one he used. He drove his siblings to their several extracurricular activities whenever he could, sometimes sitting to watch Hyacinth’s whatever her new hobby at the moment was. He offered to take Gregory to the mall when he noticed his brother was starting to outgrow his clothes. He made sure Francesca’s piano was always properly tuned every time she came home from Scotland on holidays.

But he was a little… excessive with the gift giving.

Greg wanted to go to EuroDisney on his birthday, so he took his brother to EuroDisney on his birthday. Violet had gotten expensive diamond earrings for Mother’s Day because they simply reminded him of her. Hyacinth had wanted riding lessons, so he just went and got her a pony. An actual, living breathing animal that now lived happily on Aubrey Hall’s stables.

She supposed one of the perks of having an exorbitant amount of money was that he could really splurge on his presents. And Kate, who spent her teen years managing a very tight family budget, had a bit of a hard time adjusting to it.

Every week since the beginning of their relationship, Anthony bought her a bouquet of tulips, because she made the mistake of once mentioning to him that nobody had ever given her flowers. She had eyed a pair of shoes in a shop, so he went in and got them for her. He gave her a new laptop for her first birthday as his girlfriend because hers was, admittedly, falling apart and she was too stubborn to get a new one herself. She once sighed because her work bag started to tear at the seam and two days later he showed up with a beautiful brand new leather bag for her that Kate had found out had cost more than her month’s rent. She made a rule of never checking the price of his gifts again after that.

Arguing with him over it didn’t work. He’d just tell her it was his money to do whatever he wanted with, completely unmoved to any argument she might have against spending his money on her. Refusing the gifts only led him to look very sad and dejected while he sighed “well, I chose it for you.” quite miserably and, really, Kate was not as immune to his sad pouts as she’d liked to pretend. So she learned how to quell her pride down and resign herself to his maniac, expensive gift giving.

So every time Anthony Bridgerton turned to her and said “I got you a present”, she’d steel herself to see whatever he’d done that time.

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“Anthony, is this a car?” She watched as Anthony smiled happily by her side.

“Happy Christmas, love.” He replied shamelessly, kissing the hand where he’d placed an engagement ring just a month before and placing the car’s key on her open palm. She stared from his face, to the key, back to his face, her mouth agape.

“Babe, what the hell?” His smile dimmed as he tried to read her expression.

“You don’t like it? He ran his hand through his hair, shifting nervously on his feet. "If you’d like a different model, or another colour…”

“Anthony, it’s exactly the type of car I’d pick.” She sighed, her hand resting on his cheek. “But this is way too much.”

“You deserve that and so much more, Katie.” His lips pressed softly against her palm with a chuckle as she rolled her eyes at him.

“Anthony…”

“Hy and Greg helped me pick it out, so you can consider it their present as well.”

“Oh, now that makes it all better." Sarcasm dripped from her words, but he didn’t seem bothered by it.

“Honestly Kate, you needed a new car.” He had turned, walking back into the house they shared, dropping to the sofa next to a happy Newton with a pet to his head. “That thing you called a car is not coming back from the mechanics and you know it.”

“I was just going to take the tube like any normal carless person!” She crossed her arms in front of her chest stubbornly, looking down at her shameless fiancé and her treacherous dog.

“And now you don’t have to anymore.” He shrugged, unperturbed, making her groan. “Honestly, what’s the big deal?”

“It’s a bloody CAR Anthony!” He looked up at her for a moment, before tugging on her arm until she was tumbling into his lap.

“So?”

“You can’t keep buying me ridiculously expensive things, love.” She sighed, the fight clearly lost. Anthony would most certainly not return the car. He would rather let it sit unused in the garage for the rest of his life than return it. And, even if she loathed to admit it, a car would make her life terribly easier.

“Sure I can.” His lips were trailing a path of kisses from the side of her face to her neck. “I’m pretty sure I did, actually.”

“You’re infuriating, did you know that?” Her eyes closed as he bit softly over her pulse point.

“You like to remind me of it everyday. How could I forget?”

“I’ve only got you a suitcase and some lingerie for you to unwrap from me.” She could feel him still behind her, his muscles tensing, his intake of breath at her words hot on her ear.

“Honestly, I’d say I’ve got the best presents from the two of us, apparently." Anthony pulled on her neckline, trying to glimpse under it, his other hand sneaking up her waist under her shirt. “Can I see it?”

“The suitcase?” She asked, batting her lashes innocently, making him groan.

“Kate.”

“Come on, show me my new car, hotshot.”

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“Anthony! You cannot see the bride on the wedding day!” Daphne’s voice rang around the suite from the closed door, her brother’s exasperated huff following it.

“But I got a present for Kate!” She rolled her eyes. Of course Anthony would a present for her. She wasn’t exactly sure why she hadn’t seen it coming. She was half expecting him to give her something the night before, when Edwina burst into their bedroom declaring Kate would be spending the night with her in her room, since it was unlucky for him to see his fiancée before the wedding. He had scoffed petulantly, a little bit like an annoyed child, which Kate knew she shouldn’t find so adorable, before pulling her into a kiss that left her legs shaking and allowing her sister to tug her from the room. She imagined he’d just give her something after the ceremony or during the reception.

There was some movement and rushed voices in the antechamber before the door connecting the two rooms opened and Anthony was pushed inside. Kate’s heart melted at the sight of him, his tie still loose around his neck, his blue waistcoat unbuttoned and his hair carefully styled. Around his eyes, his sister had tied the string of one of the bridesmaids’ silky robe, covering them. It was so adorable it sent Kate’s heart beating wildly on her chest, reality sinking in around her. She was going to spend the rest of her life with this hot, ridiculous, lovely man.

“I swear to God, Anthony, if you remove that blindfold, I will know.” Her pregnant sister-in-law threatened menacingly, before closing the door behind her, Edwina and Eloise’s laughter ringing behind it.

“Couldn’t wait to see me?” She asked with a glint of humor in her voice, stepping close enough to him so he could reach out and touch her.

“Yeah, had to make sure you weren’t going to run off on me.” He laughed, his hand finding her arm, his fingers trailing down until he had his hand wrapped around hers.

“I’m not going anywhere. You can’t get rid of me anymore, Mr. Bridgerton.” Kate used his loose tie to pull him closer, their chests touching, before she pressed her lips to his in a kiss that ended way too soon.

“Thank God.” He mumbled into her mouth, his smile almost blinding. “I got a present for you, actually.”

“I thought you said we weren’t doing the whole wedding presents thing.” She raised her eyebrows at him, even if he couldn’t see it.

“Honestly, I didn’t really expect you to believe it.” He shrugged, unabashed, twirling the velvet jewelry box in his hand before offering to her. “It’s not exactly a wedding present anyway. I’m just giving it to you now in case you might want to wear them now.”

“If it’s a set of wedding rings, you’re going to have to wait until…” Her voice died in her throat as she stared at the set of earrings and necklace in the open box in her hand. The delicate, intrinsic patterns of green and gold of the jewelry matched perfectly with the bangles carefully placed around her wrists. Her mother’s wedding bangles. One of the only possessions she still had of her birth mother. Her eyes filled with tears as she ran her fingers over the green gems.

“I know how much you love your mother’s bangles.” He explained coyly. “I thought you might like to make it a set. Maybe something you could pass down to our daughter one day.” It was too much. The gift, the way he spoke so casually of their future together, not a doubt in his mind they’d be blissfully happy. She jumped into his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck as she kissed him soundly, pouring all her love into it.

“You are the most amazing man I’ve ever met.” She said, the words a bit choked by her tears, as she pressed her forehead to his, his content sigh filling her heart with so much joy she was half scared she might burst. “I’m so happy to be marrying you.”

“Not nearly as much as I am to be marrying you.” Anthony smiled, his arms wrapped carefully around her waist. “I’d offer to put them on you, but you know…” He gestured to his blindfolded eyes. “Unlucky and all.”

“Hum, we wouldn’t want that, would we?” She hummed, her nimble fingers pulling on the loose ends of his tie, tying it carefully as she used to do every morning before he left for work. “I actually got you a present as well.” She mumbled timidly.

“I thought we agreed on no wedding presents?” She could see his arched eyebrows under the satin sash, his lips curling in a silly, cocky smirk.

“You were right, I didn’t really believe you when you came up with that.” His laugh echoed around the walls and right into her heart. Kate watched as he traced his fingers over the silvery cufflinks on the box she had placed in his open palm, his smirk turning soft as he felt the little details on the circular silver links.

“Are these…?”

“Tulips. True love and all.” She hummed, pulling them from the box reverently. Kate had spent hours trying to come up with something to give her soon-to-be husband on their wedding. It was a bit difficult finding a gift for a man who had everything. But in the end she settled on something he could carry around on him, their flower, the ones he got her every week, the ones on her wedding bouquet, resting right over his pulsepoint. “I had our names engraved under them as well.”

She pulled his hands to her, carefully arranging the cufflinks in each of his sleeves with a smile. She had actually had her name engraved as Kate Bridgerton, which would come to be true in just a couple of hours anyway. She’d let him see that part for himself.

“I’m so happy sometimes I don’t really believe it.” He whispered, his lips pressing over hers tenderly.

“I know. I never knew I could be this happy before.” Her fingers trailed his cheek as she sighed joyfully. If, three years ago you’d tell Kathani Sharma she’d be marrying the love of her life, feeling that type of love she’d grown up admiring from her Appa and Mary, she might have laughed and told you that kind of thing wasn’t really for her. And yet, there they were.

She could barely wrap her mind around it.

“Time’s up lovebirds, the guests are starting to arrive and both of you still need to finish getting ready.” Edwina was by the door, her hand on her hips. “You’ll have the rest of your lives for cuddles, come on.”

“I’ll see you at the altar, I suppose.” He smirked, placing one last kiss on her cheek.

“I’ll be the one in white.” She laughed, as Ewdina started pulling him from her and outside the room.

“I can’t wait!” He called out, just before the door shut behind him.

And really, neither could she.

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By the time they had been married for 10 months, Kate was mostly sure there was nothing Anthony could get her anymore, because she had absolutely everything she had ever wanted.

In hindsight, she shouldn’t have been so naive. He’d always find a way to surprise her, anyway.

Her husband had shuffled into their living room quietly, settling himself next to her and Newton on the sofa, something clutched tightly into his hand.

“I got you a present.” It wasn’t the usually lively sentence, full of confidence and excitement she was used to. This time it was nearly shy, his eyes darting a little nervously, the tip of his ears turning a bit red.

“From your day out with Hy?” She nested contently into his waiting arms, feeling the warmth of him envelope her.

“Hyacinth thought it would be fun if we took a knitting lesson together.” He scoffed, as if he’d ever refuse anything his littlest sister suggested to spend time together. “And I’ve made you this.” He pushed the thing he had been holding onto her hands, the blush taking over his entire face as he avoided her curious eyes. “They’re socks.”

“Socks?” In her hand, she had what would probably be the ugliest, most uneven pair of brown socks in existence. Anthony really wasn’t the most talented in the arts and crafts department.

“I was going to make them purple but Hy took the last bit of purple yarn they had.” He shrugged. “She knitted a pretty nice hat.”

“You made these for me?” She asked, her entire body flooding with affection for her embarrassed husband.

“Yeah. I know how your feet always get ridiculously cold at night, so I thought you might like them.” He shrugged, his voice so shy and unsure it only made the burning behind Kate’s eyes stronger. “They are not really great but…”

“They are the best gift I’ve ever got.” Her voice was raspy from the tears running down her cheeks. His eyes snapped to her face, surprised.

“Katie…” His hands immediately moved to her cheeks, pushing the wet tracks away. “They’re just…”

“No!” She snapped, pulling his free hand to her lap. “Anthony, you made these, actually created it from scratch, for me.” She pressed her lips to his fingers tenderly, fighting the fresh wave of tears pooling in her eyes. The idea of him, sitting in a class with his sister, thinking about her cold feet at night, putting an effort in a solution to it, was the most endearing thing she had ever heard. “I love them.”

“But they’re really ugly.” He mumbled lamely, motioning to the brown lump she had shoved up her feet.

“Do not shittalk my favorite pair of socks, Anthony Bridgerton!” She swung her feet happily, enjoying how actually pretty warm they were.

“Whatever you say, love.” He sighed with a chuckle, kissing her cheek, his hand caressing her hair softly, her back tucked tightly to his chest. He had learned long ago how useless it was to argue with her when she set her mind into things. If she wanted to love her hideous warm socks, he wasn’t the one to complain about it.

Watching the ugliest, most lovely pair of socks on her feet in the comfort of her husband’s arms, Kate couldn’t help but allow her mind to drift to the present she had made to him, the one hidden on a gift box between her sweaters in her side of the closet. To the cute little mug she had hand painted herself, the words Best Dad in the World painted in purple like a silly little cliche. She couldn’t help but imagine his reaction when he opened it, how his surprised face would light up beautifully as he read the words. Would his eyes fill with tears? Would his words be choked on his lips? Would he pick her up, spinning her around the room in joy?

Well, she would find out soon enough, she supposed.

She let her imagination fly free, conjuring a vision of the future, an image of a little baby with her curls and his smile, theirs. Of a little boy clutching her hand as they walked. Of Anthony with a little girl perched on his shoulders. The little family they’ve always talked about, always desperately wanted, so full of joy and love.

It was the best present she could have ever asked for.

Send me a pairing and a number and I'll write you a drabble.

[symphosiuscortex]

Gotham!Riddler & Penguin spoiling their s/o

I tried to stop my sinful hand, but @almond-milk-man dared me, therefore I had to. If this flops, y’all didn’t see it. 

Penguin

Hoo boy. If he loves you, chances are you’re going to get spoiled rotten. That’s just the way he views love. His mother would have given him the Earth if he asked for it, and to him, the role model of how to love was her. So be prepared to have more gifts than you know what to do with. 

Jewels wise, you’ll be spoiled for choice, but he has a thing about seeing you in purple gemstones. It sort of ‘marks’ you as his, in a way. His weakness is seeing you in amethyst necklaces for that specific reason. If you wear watches, you bet your ass they’re gonna be really expensive rolexes, and you’ll have one for each day of the week. 

Clothes. Dear God, the amount of clothes you have. Hand tailored to make sure you look your best in them, and most of them custom made just for you. If you look closely, you can see the little umbrellas carefully stitched onto cuffs and collars, no matter which way on the femme/masc clothing binary you lean. It’s yet another little way to mark you as ‘his’. 

Nothing will ever be unavailable to you again. All those doors slammed in your face? Wide open. You want to persue a certain career? You’ll never have student loans hanging over your head. Need a certain amount of experience in a field? Done. The Penguin’s reach seems to span almost everywhere in Gotham, and you’ll find nobody ever saying no to you. They dread to think what would happen if they did. 

The Riddler

His gift giving is a little more personal, and you can tell he’s really clued in to what you like. You’re sure you only mentioned your love of that one author in passing, but on your bedside in the coming weeks is a first edition copy, signed, right there for you to wake up to, just because he loves you. 

Of course, he loves you in whatever colour, but nothing will stop him dead in his tracks more than if you wear green in any shade. The thought of you two out on the town, colour co-ordinated? Heart eyes. He’ll try and slip it into your outfits (not so) subtly with the gifts he gives you, such as green scarves, earrings, cufflinks, etc. 

Expect jewellery to be given after heists, and try not to think about the correlation between the two. It’s probably pure coincidence that your new emerald and diamond necklace looks exactly like the one that was stolen from that bougie jewellery store. Just... Don’t wear it for a couple of weeks, okay sweetheart? Wait for the heat to die down a good reason to wear it, like going to a lovely dinner together.

In the first couple of months of the relationship, he tended to overcompensate with the spoiling, because he was so afraid of losing you. But when he figured out that you really didn’t care about his wealth, and only wanted him? He fell in love with you that little bit more. Don’t get me wrong, you’re still gonna get spoiled. But like I said before, they’ll be more personal gifts. Your favourite perfume/cologne if you wear any, flowers, favourite snacks. They don’t even have to be expensive. Just little gifts that made him think of you, and he just had to get you. 

(Lemme know what you think! First time writing these lil headcanons for these dorks, so excuse me if it’s a bit ooc or whatever. It was hella fun tho! I hope to do more soon <3) 

[baeklination]

WS: The Light of Night pt.2

Date: 220728

Warnings: SMUT 🔞, sucking, fucking, eating out, anal, voyeurism, exhib., bit of dirty talk, gen. expl. lang.

Pairing: Byun (Baekhyun) x F. Reader

WC: 7,4k

NOTE: Like the other two (The Light of Night pt.1 and the deleted scenes for pt.1) he's a bit heavy on the dom. Heads Up: last scene is a bit rough.

Masterlist

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Even though the sapphire earrings are your favourites, you still can’t look at them without getting an uneasy feeling in your gut, remembering the day you last wore them. Much like now you were getting ready for a party…

…It doesn’t matter that it’s been months since you parted ways with Dr. Byun - so often when you open any drawer in your dressing room you think about his gift, hidden furthest back in one of them. The chance encounter during your holiday had opened up a window that wouldn’t close once back to daily life so every time Andilet announced he was going on an overnight trip your heart would jump, longing to do what Byun had said: use the replica and think about him. You could hear his voice in your head, feel his touch and see him pleasing you in front of the mirror exactly like the first time. With so much craving and arousal you’d lay on the bed, touch every part of your naked body and roll your hips up to meet the pumping, imagining it was his cock. But without Byun to reassure you that indulging in your carnal desires was not only normal but good, a whisper of shame would always creep in after you made yourself come and you’d hide the replica, almost pretending nothing had happened.

But little by little a thought had begun to stew in your mind: “What if Andilet is like this too? That he wants things but he’s afraid to talk about them, what then?” Because he isn’t cruel or unlikeable - maybe a tad boring - but if he opened up… It would be your world where no one would judge you.

So, encouraged by the glass of champagne you had while dressing, you put your favourite earrings on for good luck and go to his rooms.

“Darling…”, he says when he sees you in the doorway, putting down his comb on the dresser table. “Absolutely ravishing..!”

It’s not a lie that he makes you smile; his compliments are always kind and true, the type you never got before meeting him, but you haven’t come to act coy. When you kneel in front of him he looks surprised, raising his brows; when you slide your hands up his thighs he grabs them.

“Darling..?”

“It’s okay, Andi. Let me”, you nod and reach for the trouser buttons. “You’ll-”

“What’s gotten into you?”, he gasps, rushing to his feet. “It’s bestial!”

Suddenly you’re so small where you sit on the floor against his tall figure, having your sexual advances and preferences thrown in your face.

“I thought you would like it if I tried…”

“What kind of a man would I be if I wanted you to degrade yourself like that?”

You can’t look him in the eye when he props you up, it’s unbearable. What for him is caring and gentlemanlike behaviour shames you - he’s glinted your true colours and found them disgusting.

“I don’t want you to behave so lecherously again, do you hear me?” Seeing the headlights from the car he clears his throat and pulls at his jacket. “The car’s here. Let’s… You must’ve had that champagne on an empty stomach, it’s alright darling. Let’s not talk about this again.”...

…So diamonds it is. 

“Darling..?”, you hear him calling from outside.

Slipping your gloves on, gulping down the last bubbles in one go, you jokingly pose in the doorway. Andilet sighs in amusement, shaking his head.

“A mirage…”

¤

“Have you seen Ms. Lowell?”

“Just look in the direction of the swarm”, Mrs. Dolan smirks, lazily gesturing up the staircase.

As soon as you turn away from her you grit your teeth.

“Sow…”

“Oh, don’t be crass”, Mr. Andilet implores.

“You know I’m right. Had she still been unmarried I would’ve been able to feel the sweat from her hands through my glove with all these bachelors around…”

“What would mother and father say if they heard you talking like this?”, he sighs and holds his arm out as you come to the stairs.

Linking your arm with his you shake your head, but the look in his eyes says this is one of the times he enjoys that “fiery nature” of yours so you give him a smile. When the grand hall comes into view you’re even less sympathetic to Mrs. Dolan’s words since there seems to be swarms everywhere - and why wouldn’t there be at an event like this - but scanning the room you see one particular spot where an impressive amount of ladies seems to have gathered and true enough recognize Laura’s bobbing head amongst them.

The closer you get the more intrigued you are by the source of the women’s constant giggles and gasping, wondering if they’ve invited one of those card magicians again. 

“Laur-”

Your hand falls on her shoulder, but your eyes are fixed beyond her face, on the sofa - Dr. Byun. He turns towards you just as Laura embraces you, but makes no indication of you being a familiar face other than from previous travels. In fact, when he gets up his bright expression is aimed at Andilet, who seems equally surprised as you.

“Oh, fancy meeting you here, doctor..!”, he exclaims and takes his hand. “Have you taken up residence in town? Darling, you remember Doctor Byun?”

Laura can’t hide her curiosity when he takes you by the hand and places a kiss on it like a true gentleman, softly saying your name.

“Doctor. So, is it true what Mr. Andilet thinks?”

“Unfortunately not, Miss. I’m merely accompanying Mr. and Mrs. Wilson on their travels. I’m sure you know them?”

As custom dictates his attention shifts to Andilet and good thing it is, because the way your heart is beating you’re not focusing on anyone’s words. Swapping his ever beige wardrobe with the white tie tailcoat and classic side part, Byun looks decisively debonair - if his lips hadn’t seared through the silk of your glove you’d hardly know it was him.

¤

“They seem to like you…”, you muse a tad sourly as Byun joins you at the grazing table.

“You already knew that. Are you jealous?”

“Why would I be?”

“Have you missed me?”

“Why would I?”

Cocking his head he rolls his tongue in his mouth:

“So you two are having fun these days..?”

The fork clinks against the plate when you lose your grip.

“You might not care about your standing here in town, but I care about mine, so please act accordingly.”

“Accordingly? You’re the one throwing cutlery about, Miss…”

His cheeky, taunting tone is utterly vexing - if the fork was still in your hand you might’ve jabbed it through his.

“You’re not here as our physician so it’s highly irregular for you to approach me so carelessly.”

Your words and tone are overly curt, but protecting yourself is a knee jerk reaction. Either way he doesn’t seem fazed as he takes a sip of his brandy.

“You know you turn me on when you talk like that… But sure, I’ll go.”

¤

You know exactly what he’s doing, making sure to be facing your direction during his conversation, excusing himself when you catch his eye, making sure you see him walking up the stairs to the living quarters. 

His eyes are fixed on the door - he knew you’d follow him. You’ve been alone with him so many times, yet your heart seems to beat out of your chest with nerves when you quietly close the door.

“I’m not doing it here.”

“You haven’t changed… Defiant. And afraid.”

Neither has he; irksome, but correct. When you come within reach he doesn’t kiss you first, but slides his hands down your backside and pushes you against his crotch, tipping his head to look you in the eyes.

“I haven’t seen you in months, I wasn’t going to. Nah-ah, it’s gonna be you and me, clocks facing the wall… So, has your relationship…evolved?”

“We’re not married, if that’s-”

“You know what I mean.”

His directness catches you off-guard the same as always but this time it’s different; he went on to have anyone he wanted while you…

“I… No.”

“He’s a fool”, Byun snorts. “Look…” 

Opening the buttons on his trousers and pulling on the elastic of his underwear he straightens up his cock. Seeing him so proud of his voracity is a turn on and relief - someone who speaks the same language as you. 

“You haven’t looked at my cock like that since the first night you saw it”, he whispers, touching your mouth. “You’re quivering. Do you want a taste..?”

You nod without a thought of playing hard to get and go to your knees when he shoves his clothes lower. Opening your mouth as he steers himself down you first feel the smooth, rounded head slide past your lips, then the hardened length of him stretching across your tongue. Catharsis. He puts one hand against the wall, the other on the side of your head and slowly thrusts.

“Mh, you’re so hungry…”, he whispers stickily, elated about being back.

He’s right. You’d let him fuck you until you choked, let him press his cock so deep you wouldn’t have to swallow when his cum sprayed down your throat - but he doesn’t. It’s too short, but long enough to leave no doubt about whether you’ll see him again or not and you’re not alone in regretting the end; after putting his trousers back on he presses his cock.

“When can you get away?” 

¤

Even though things were much more convenient with Doctor Byun living across the lawn, the risk of being caught in a compromising situation is greatly reduced by him having his living quarters some ways away and better yet; completely detached from the Wilson’s main residence. 

Not even four breaths pass between your knocking and the turning of the locks to show Byun in a woven robe; pushing the door open, he lifts his arm for you to walk underneath.

“I’m guessing you don’t have a footman..?”, you say, taking off your coat.

He takes it, almost brusquely, and throws it on the settee behind you.

“Get your tail up to my bedroom and undress.”

He leaves no room for protest - this is what you’ve longed for.

There seems to be two personalities occupying the room; the owner's neat, up-to-date style and Doctor Byun’s messy, clothes-strewn-about one, but with his footsteps creaking on the stairs behind it’s not the time to get a closer look. Shimmying your clothes off you throw them to the side, matching the concept, and lie down on your side. When he comes into view his face isn’t what you notice. On the way up he’s opened the belt of his robe letting his naked skin show through the parting and with it, his cock. He nonchalantly shrugs it off his shoulders and gets on by the foot of the bed. Much like the first time he doesn’t say anything; crawling his way up, he raises your leg and bends down between them. His mouth is supple against your clit, but as he keeps sucking he, little by little, nudges the sensation closer to pain - you hold your breath, touch your breast - then he releases it. Watching you, he gives it a few soothing licks before burying his face.

“Mmm…shh, ah…” He groans wetly, savouring every centimeter of your pussy. “My candy store…”

Scarcely breathing, hand softly gripping the inside of your thigh, you watch him between your legs and allow yourself to be aroused by your own body.

Before you know it you’ve gone from barely moving to decisively keeping his head in place while bucking - fucking his mouth. He takes it with as much gluttony as the first time he was there, mumbling with a voice thick with lust.

“Fuck me…”, he encourages you. “Fuck me.”

His mouth is a godsend bringing you to seventh heaven even when he hardly has time to make the choice between licking, sucking and kissing; it’s all a glorious, bestial, mess. Putting his palm on your thigh he stays your movement and moves back, breathing darkly. He only stops for a moment then moves back in, flicking his pointed tongue across your entrance then dips it in and wiggles, ending with two lapping kisses.

Swiping the back of his hand across his mouth he does a semi job of wiping it dry as he climbs up, pulling you on top of him. Holding your head between his hands he goes straight in for the wet kiss, stating dominance as well as greed with his feral breathing. You’re not as sensitive as to move away anymore but instead find pleasure in the grime of everything mixing. Well aware, Byun lets go and slides his hands down your back to your butt, slightly spreading them; his length nudges just next to your entrance two-three times but then dips in.

“Oh…”, you stutter at the feel of his full cock squeezing in, making room for itself.

“You haven't been fucked good in a while…"

Smoothly as a pendulum he rounds his pelvis upwards, faintly sucking air through his teeth, exhaling with a breathy moan.

When his suspended, muted expression of lust becomes overwhelming you look above his head, but he moves his hands up to your waist and side of the neck, silently demanding you hold his gaze because - like he once said - “giving in isn’t about loud and hard, it’s about daring to enjoy”. Each slow thrust goes deeper than the previous giving away his heightening arousal and dispersing of his patience until he groans and starts clapclap-ing his cock into you; tightens his grip, juting his jaw, he fucks harder, forcing you to push back your body.

“Your pussy’s back where it belongs…”

As if now fully geared up he slides out and positions you to the side; slipping one arm around your neck, the other yanks you tightly against his crotch where he finds your entrance again. You moan and automatically lift your leg which he takes, holding as he energetically slides his cock in and out. 

“You really like this big cock, don’t you?”, he drips into your neck and snaps his hips with a grunt. When you yelp he hushes you and thrusts again.“Take it…. Mh.”

Intentional or not, his punishing rams steadily lose force but gain speed - chasing. When he pulls your neck even closer his voice is low, strict:

“Do you want my cum?”

“...Yes…”

He digs into your thigh and groans, panting:

“Here…ah, chh……ahh…”, roughly thrusting to the beat of his grunts.

¤

“Did you go with any of them from party?”

“Will you leave if I say yes?”

“No. I was just curious.”

“Oh, I know you can be a curious little cat”, he says, swatting your butt.

“I assume you mean-”

“Of course I mean your window peeping.”

“I remember you asking me to look.”

“And I remember you looking without me asking…”

“I was just getting something in my room and there you were.”

“Did you always like to watch?”

“No. I’ve never seen anyone before.”

“No..? Do you think you’d like it if you did, other than me, I mean?”

“I haven’t thought about it… It’s not as if I’d walk up to some strangers window and-”

“If they knew?” Seeing your state of confusion, he continues “Do you know The Aurora?”

“Green lights in the sky…”

He laughs and shifts his body, making room for his growing cock.

“No, the. It’s a club. People like me - like you - go there to, um…show off.”

“You’re playing with me…”

“We could be lying like this and no one would think twice about it. Over there”, he says, pointing to his desk “...a woman could be bent over, taking it from her man… Someone over there, touching herself.”

You don’t know if you can believe what he’s saying, but considering other things he knows it’s most likely true - and exhilarating in a way that goes beyond bedchamber fellatio; this, as he describes it, is truly debauched. When he puts his hand under your belly button you expect him to slide it down, but he instead puts you on the spot:

“Have you ever masturbated in front of a man?”

The word alone makes your skin prickle, how could you?

Rolling you over with his weight he pushes his mouth onto yours, licking your tongue as he puts his hand between your legs. He doesn’t rub or press, merely lets it rest there.

“Do it for me.” 

When you fail to answer he lifts his head and faintly nods then goes to one of his closets and comes back with a handkerchief dangling between his fingers.

“Have you done it?”

“If you worked up the courage to ask, I'd do it…You do it when you’re alone, don’t you?” He smirks and gently ties it around your head. “So pretend I’m not here.”

How many times haven’t you fantasized about this; touching yourself in front of him, making his cock twitch with yearning when he sees how wet you’ve made yourself? “Pretend you’re back home”, you tell yourself. “...that you’re doing what you always do”, so you scoot back and lay down on the propped up pillows, hoping it’s only with a hair's breadth he can see between your folded legs. 

Your nipples are already stiff when you run your hands over your breasts. It’s both scary and exciting knowing he’s not doing anything except watching, but the blindfold helps in relaxing you. Putting some saliva on your fingertip you then use it as you stroke your nipple - a low groan vibrates in Byun’s throat.

His approval encourages you; in slow-motion you spread your legs wide. Pressing your breast together, massaging them, you roll your pelvis, imagining what it would feel like if he pressed himself in. You slide both hands down and caress your thigh and the edge of your pussy, biting your lip while teasing yourself - teasing him - then move a finger to your entrance. You’re wet.

Knowing your indulgence turns him on, you promised yourself you’d be brave and say something dirty, so you moan stickily, lightly dipping two fingertips inside.

“I need a cock…”

Byun puts his hand on your ankle, stroking with his thumb.

“Mm, you need a good cock like mine…Push them in…”

You do what he asks, letting your fingers slowly sink in to be covered before you pump. Just like at home you press your head back and fall into the moment but this time you dare speak out loud.

“Oh…Byun…”, you whisper airily, revelling in the pleasure inside. “...Byun…”

The grip around your leg tightens when you say his name.

You spread your fingers, making sure he sees the strands of fluid on them before putting them to your clit; slowly sliding up and down, the indescribable stir makes your chest rise high. If you’d been alone you wouldn’t have stopped yourself from coming right now, but you pump in, gathering more juice, before continuing. Flicking back and forth just above your entrance creates a tacky sound - one Byun thrives on; sucking in air, groaning. You imagine him holding himself in a firm grip, unhurriedly pumping - coaxing more blood into his already stiff cock.

“Mmm, rub that pussy for me…”

His words control your fingers - moving to flick your soft clit you feel the tension in your body in an instant. Your mouth falls open with a whine.

The bed shifts, Byun’s fingers press into you.

“Ah!”

As his knuckles beat on your entrance you feel yourself drenching him inside. Frenziedly rubbing, letting the lustfully obscene dominate, you dig your heels in the mattress as your orgasm overflows-

“Good girl”, he breathes, pumping into your jerking body. “Good girl.”

When you relax back down he slides his wet fingers past your clit to cup your face.

“Perfect”, he says, then you feel his juicy lips over yours. “Mm, if you could see how hard I am.”

He takes your hand when you reach to pull the blindfold down and by the touch of his arm you can tell he’s sat down beside you. Playing with the hair in your neck he lets you - somewhat - catch your breath, then guides you head downwards. Not being able to see isn’t much of a hindrance since you have an inkling about where he’s leading you, and when you feel his cock against your lips you’re proven right.

Without hesitation you open up and let your mouth glide down. Whether it’s from his orgasm or new you don’t know but he has a distinct taste and smell of sweet semen.

“Ah… Here’s the cock you wanted…”, he says huskily, stroking your back. “Oh, that’s it…”

And it is the cock you wanted. Apart from the fleeting moment at the party the other night this is the first time you’ve had him - anyone - in your mouth in months so you’re ready to have your fill. He likes it when you take him as deep as you can, likes it when you with thirst focus on the head, but most of all he likes it when you drive your hand up and down, matching how you work your mouth. Drawing air through his teeth, he exhales, drooling:

“Mm, suck me good like that…”

He’s tight and so hard in your mouth from egging himself on and it shows in his unwillingness to pace neither you or himself - he lets you play at your own leisure, his breathing growing heavier every second until he puts his hand on your neck:

“There….uh….uh….agh-”

Your mouth fills with his warm cum, your ear with his grunt.

“Ahg…chh…swallow my cum, mh…”

¤

“I knew you’d do something like this…”, Byun huffs when you get in the car.

His tone immediately makes you insecure. You throw a glance at the driver; he shows no interest in the conversation taking place behind him - but you know the staff always delivers the latest gossip down at the pub.

“Have a cigarette before we go, Mr. Finley.”

“Certainly, Doctor. I was just craving one”, he replies and steps out of the vehicle.

“This…”, Byun says, gesturing towards your body. “You put on such airs when you’re insecure.”

For once he’s managed to hurt your feelings. True, the fur-lined coat is armour and a bit excessive, but you did take pains deciding what to wear so he’d feel good walking in with you.

“What do you think my wardrobe contains; was I to show up in my undergarments?”

“Why not? We’re not going to the theatre. Are these…”, he grabs the pendant of your necklace in his hand. “Are these diamonds?...Take it off.”

“The neck-”

“Everything.”

“Everything?” 

“Mm.” Sliding his hand behind your neck, he sucks stickily on your lips, pushing your dress up. “You’re gonna show everyone who’s got the finest pussy in town…”

Piece by piece you undress until it really is everything except your coat, and like Byun said: in passing, no one will be able to tell the difference.

“Much better. You know I prefer the unpolished doxy underneath.”, he says, slipping his hand between the buttons and circles his thumb over your nipple. Then he takes your hand and firmly caresses up and down his bulge.

“See, you already got me there…”

¤

Not only did you cross the bridge, but went further still, so not in a million years is this a place you would ever stumble across during a night on the town.

“Don’t worry about him”, Byun says as he sends the driver away, assuring you he won’t be carjacked or assaulted waiting for you. “He knows folks up the road.”

The alley doesn’t have any light except the traces from the nearby street, but he finds his way perfectly in spite of it. If it weren’t for him stopping you would’ve walked right past it; the black steel door where he knocks, a tiny slit opens and after that the whole door. At first glance it seems like any half successful dive, but…with ambiance. There’s a swinging door in black leather separating the hallway from the main area and when you reach it Byun stops, turning to you:

“It’s okay to be nervous, but don’t get scared and pretend you don’t like it. Remember, everyone here is like you and me.”

The instant he pushes the door open you’re greeted by a woman’s loud moans intermingled with an unmistakable clapping. Your eyes first land on the couple a few metres away where a man is immersed in cunnilingus, then on the source of the sound - on a dining table she lays, legs swung over his shoulders, rocking back and forth from his hard thrusting. There’s no point trying to hide the slight shock when you look at Byun but taking a breath, you nod, so he lets go of the door. 

“Drink first?”, he asks, escorting you to the bar.

“I’ll have a glass of Grand Cru, please.”

“Any white with fizz will do”, Byun interjects when the barman frowns in question “...and a whiskey, neat.”

He downs his drink in one go then reaches for the buttons of your coat. One by one he opens them and caresses your stomach with the back of his hand and an expression on his face that says he can’t wait to get started. “If he leads, you follow”, you think to yourself and swallow the remaining half of your wine in one mouthful. As you’d expect there aren’t any glaring beams - it’s all subdued, melting into the earthy browns and reds of the interior, save for a few spots with focused lights. Whether by accident or planning the space has a variety of seating options: sofas, armchairs, stools.

“Where do you wanna sit?”, he asks quietly, shoving the suspenders from his shoulders. “The dayb-”

“-aaah, ahh…”

Byun’s interrupted by the woman orgasming into the man's mouth; her tense body is something you recognize in yourself and though not pretty it stirs up your want for Byun even more. Deciding for you that the daybed is a good spot he takes you there and - barely paying the pair any mind - pulls his shirt over his head and trousers down.

All this novel hedonism leaves you at a loss about what to do, but when he sits down next to you and brushes your coat off you’re glad it’s being done. 

“I’m gonna fuck you silly”, he whispers through his kiss, pulling your thigh open. He stays stroking it, but moves his head. “Don’t be shy to watch, they like it.”

He’s right. Even though she just climaxed, the woman is clearly enjoying being taken from behind, breathing in sync with her man clapping his crotch against her ass. 

“Mmm… Look at that wet playground”, Byun says, spreading your folds.

He says it loudly enough for the couple just sitting down to hear - and indeed the man in the armchair looks on, petting the neck of the woman in front sucking his cock.

“I’m gonna show you off”, he whispers and pushes you to lay on your side and lifts your leg as he straddles the other.

Holding himself by the root he presses in. His engorged cock glides easily through your slippery juice; your longing pussy gratefully opens up for it. A soft moan - surprise at your own sensitivity towards him - slips out and leaves your mouth open as you look down. He barely goes halfway in before pulling out, then in - and out. He likes to see the moment you swallow him, likes to see the strands of juice sticking to the head of his cock when he comes back out. Today he’s being extra indecent guiding it to your swollen clit, rubbing before entirely pushing back into you.

Only his pelvis moves as he bucks back-and-forth, keeping your hip steady with his hand.

“Yeah, look at you…”, he drips, watching how his balls press up against you.

There’s a groan from the man in the chair; lavishing sweet words through hitching breaths he pumps the last bit, spurting out his cum around her open mouth. Although hearing it, Byun only sees you while his gaze becomes more fiery and his thrusting more uninhibited.

“Uh…Uh… Uh…Agh-” Gripping tightly under your knee, he stops, exhaling with a trembling bottom lip. “Not yet…ah…”

Brushing the hair from his face he takes a deep breath and glides out with a grimace, slides his hand tightly around his cock, then with a groan pushes it back in and lets it stay while the urgency subsides.

¤

“I told you no one would think twice, didn’t I?”, Byun coos, languidly kissing behind your ear.

Something catches his eye and he looks up, seemingly following someone’s movement, and raises his brows in the faintest recognition of something.

“Come with me, I want you to see something.”

When you’ve almost passed through a narrow corridor Byun stops, leaning against the wall. When the corner of the room comes into view you understand why; on a mattress lies a man with a woman riding him - over his face another one, moaning while he strokes her cheeks (and presumably something else).

Not far from you another couple watches them as well, but soon nod and smile at Byun and go further into the room.  

“Do you know them?”, you mumble as you start following.

“So, so… I see them around.”

They sit down in a lounge chair; her on top - and you lie down a few metres away; him behind. When the man spreads saliva around her anal you realise where they’re going.

“Isn’t it too dirty?”, you whisper to Byun.

“It’s not dirty. It’s filthy”, he whispers back, pushing his cock against your butt. “It’s tight and filthy. Like you.”

The holes are so close together that there’s barely any difference in positioning but worlds apart in decency - or rather indecency. The head of his cock disappears so easily and with a few slow rolls of his pelvis his entire length is squeezed in and goes in and out with familiarity as he watches her moaning, touching her breasts.

“See how she takes it..?”, Byun whispers, caressing your neck with his lips.

Undoubtedly, your interest is piqued, but you’re nowhere near interested enough to try it in front of all these people. Sensing your skepticism he lowers his voice even further:

“Even though I’d love to break you in in front of these people I don’t mean now. We’re just enjoying their show.”

“Good. But I’m not a horse, don’t talk about me like that.”

“I won’t talk at all…”, he says and starts feeling for your entrance.

Finding it, he pushes in but only rolls twice before stopping, content with being lodged inside, stroking your breast.

“Let’s just tease it…”, he whispers, pressing just a bit deeper.

But as the show picks up pace - when he spanks her, spreads her cheeks and she drips with desire at being fucked like that - Byun moves to. It’s still teasing, but he can’t help slowly sliding his cock in and out, breathing soft moans into your neck. Feeling his thigh under your hand, skin against your back, his hand delicately cupping your breast as you languidly roll in sync, his thrusting is the torturing opposite - what you crave from him is the same ferocity as the couple in front.

“You want it there? Right there?”, the man asks so lewdly as he pounds hard and she repeatedly whines “yes”.

The tremble in his voice hints at what’s in store - you grip Byun’s leg tighter and watch the man wail in sweet agony as he frantically snaps into her as he comes. His semen immediately runs when he slides out but he stops it an inch down. At first you think it’s to avoid a mess, but then he guides his fingers upwards and presses it back in - using it as lubrication he fucks her hole with his fingers, mumbling something, maybe “come for me”.

It’s enough for Byun, who rolls you over on your stomach and hugs your arms to your chest, pushing your legs apart with his own. Finally, he puts his back into it and forcefully smacks his hips against you, moaning over the sounds of colliding sweat.

“Let me fuck you like that next time”, he pants behind your ear.

“Ah…yes…”

He’s so stiff you feel every bit of him poking, stroking, stretching as he pushes his forehead into the back of your head.

“On your knees”, he pants, scarcely giving you time to move; pulling you up by the hips, he shoves his cock back in and continues - faster. “Uh!”

His groan is so loud everyone must’ve taken notice. It doesn’t matter that his savage ramming is bruising or that it makes you jerk back-and-forth in an undomesticated manner - being the center of his boundless carnal desire and big cock is all you care about. 

“I’m gonna fill you up good…mh…”

His fingers dig deeper.

The thrusts get shorter.

And shorter.

“Ahh...U-hh..U-hh……mm, yeah that’s it…”, he grunts foully, rolling his crotch against your pussy. “Take my cum…” 

Humming with contentment he strokes your cheeks as he sways back and forth. When he pulls out he asks you to lay on your back - displayed for anyone who wants a look.

Putting his hands lower on your cheeks than you’re used to he slides his thumbs inward and pulls ever so slightly before covering your anal with his kiss. He purrs with delight when you gasp, letting his tongue glide with his lips then points it and swipes. It's different, but so good - his cum pushes out when your muscles clench.

“You got all of that but need more”, he says, putting his arm around your thigh to spread your folds. His gaze is piercing and full of eros when he puts his wet mouth around your clit. Barely using any pressure he lets them slide off the slippery surface, then gently caresses with his tongue. “You’re so swollen…Insatiable…”

His words and actions embarrass you just enough to make you feel ‘indecent but too intoxicated by pleasure to stop’. Hidden away in this dungeon you like how the others watch as they pump themselves or fuck, being turned on by your performance. 

“Mmm, how’d you get like this…”, he teases as he runs his fingers alongside your clit, placing sucking kisses just underneath. 

Bringing your hand to your breasts, letting the nipples peek out through your fingers you stroke and moan to him:

“Lick me, Byun…”

It makes him groan with satisfaction and move his tongue to your entrance where he licks, unafraid to taste his own cum, before pushing two fingers in - not pumping - just making small circles with them. It stirs up a deeper dimension of pleasure, one enhanced by the soft press of his hand just underneath and is crowned when he flicks his tongue over your clit again - this time accompanied by his fingers brushing up top. His sensitivity to your oncoming orgasm is extraordinary; the choppier you breathe - the hotter he breathes out; the more tense you get - the wilder he becomes. Pumping his hand, flicking his fingers, his dripping, rubbing tongue tells you to come for him. 

You look him straight in the eye when he pushes you over the edge - it’s an ugly thing, how you whine inside your closed mouth, how you push his head closer to your jerking body when he sucks on your aching clit. 

Even when you relax - exhausted - you still want him. Spreading your folds you roll your hips so he licks along your clit.

“Ah…”

He comes up with a satisfied smile and envelops your lips with his, sucking softly but passionately. His scalp is damp under your fingertips and his body warm. You feel for his arm and guide it back between your legs.

“Mm…insatiable…”, he mumbles, leisurely moving in and out.

¤

It’d been on your mind - bordering on monomania - ever since you and Andilet had a chance meeting with Byun at the department store last week. Letting one another have a peek in the other’s bags, as one does, Andilet had remarked on Byun’s bottle of oil who gave the explanation that it’s for the homemade ointments and balms he makes for his patrons - plausible. But as you were leaving he brushed your elbow.

“It’s for you.”

¤

“Hm? You want me to fuck this filthy little hole?” , he asks, massaging oil around it. 

You have true nerves, but a stronger will to get over it, to be able to enjoy the way you saw the woman at The Aurora do and Byun’s reassurances and caresses on your thighs help in getting you to relax. He drizzles a generous amount of oil on his length and spreads it out with a firm grip. The oil makes him glossy and juicy so when he steers it down and puts the head of his cock against your anal you’re eager to get started. 

When he begins pressing in you wonder if it’ll be possible, but when you feel your muscles opening up to his rich lubrication and painstaking nudges back and forth you know it will. When his balls at last press against you he brings his hands to your thighs with a low moan - the way he intently focuses on watching his cock go in and out somehow makes you feel bashful.  

“Don’t be ashamed…”, he says and slides his hands to your waist ”Ah…I’m dirty too.”

When you touch his wrist he lays down on his arms, teasing his lips over yours:

“You like being taken in the ass…” His abdomen presses down with the rolling of his body “...sucking me in so good.”

His glutes are taut and firm when your fingers dig in to show him he’s right; an act that makes him hungrily push his hot mouth against yours and thrust faster.

His continuous sticky groans are what some would call unseemly; the way he loosely holds your hair and presses out long, deep “uuuuh”-s into your ear while energetically bucking.

“Mm, this tight hole has been waiting for a big cock…”,  he whispers lewdly. “chh…I’m gonna shower it well…ah…ah…”

Sliding one hand under your cheek he slightly raises it and buries his head in your neck. He only speaks in grunts and breaths, pressing his forehead harder the harder he exhales - then gasps, digging into your cheek.

“Aagh…agh, agh…uh, that’s it, that’s it…ah….”, he groans and stutters, smacking his groin against your ass, then pushes your shoulders down and his cock even deeper. He gathers your hair in his hand, forcing you to look at him; covered in sweat and dark tresses dangling around his face, the dim light makes him a true - panting - Adonis. Even though the stimulation makes his stomach twitch he prolongs the come down, breathing into your mouth; he thrusts, and slides back as he relaxes, thrusts, and slides back…

¤

“Let me guess. Your heart’s racing?”, Byun asks cheekily when you put his stethoscope to your chest.

“Actually, Doctor… I can’t hear a thing. Guess I really am heartless.”

“Oh, you’re not that bad, darling.”

His jape puts you off in an instant. 

“You shouldn’t make jokes, he’s a far better man than you.”

“Then why aren’t you in his bed?” 

Without thinking you hurl the stethoscope at him. He’s quick enough to catch, but you can tell it hurts when the bell hits his elbow - there’s tremendous anger in his eyes when he flings it to the side. Your throat closes, your hands tremble.

“Oh, you’ve got me figured wrong if you think your pretty looks gets you off the hook…”, he warns cooly. 

“I didn’t mean to-”

“Get over here.”

Like a bolt from the sky his instruction makes it beat between your legs and seeing how his cock wakes up you’re not frightened any longer, only drenched in nerves. He briskly gets up and guides you by a firm grip around your arm and when you sit down on the bed he gets back as well; not saying anything he kneels in front of you. At eye-level and saturated in dominance his cock makes too a compellingly lustful case to deny - placing one hand on his hip, the other around the root, you take him in your mouth. Understanding the play you look up at him with eyes full of atonement, making sure to take him as deep as you can, feeling him grow harder as you do. His eyes stay dark as slate but his jaw is tense with enjoyment, and when you start sucking harder and pumping he lets out a husky breath. As if you can’t get enough - you can’t get enough - you unintentionally moan all throughout; pressing your lips tight, letting them slide off the head over and over, pumping, then sliding deep down again… 

 “Yeah, you get it. That mouth of yours isn’t meant for talking - it’s there to suck my cock”, he says and gathers your hair loosely behind your head, away from your face. “Keep sucking that cock good…”

How can his words make you squirm and flutter at the same time? You want to prove that you’re not putty in his hands - you want to do what he tells you to in whatever way he tells it. His breathing becomes so hard you can hear the saliva on his tongue when he inhales and it doesn’t take long before he pulls away with a husky sigh.

“Open up.”

When you do, he presses his balls against your mouth, so you close around it, softly dragging your lips across the one, then the other while he grunts from the delicate pleasure, not taking his eyes off of you while he pumps the top of his length.

“Now lean back.”

When you do, supported by his propped up pillows, he takes your hands and folds them around the metal bar of the headboard and spreads your thighs wide, admiring the state of your pussy. Sucking him has made you so wet he doesn’t have to nudge, but directly presses his entire length in without any resistance; closing his hands around the bar just next to yours, he starts thrusting:

“I’m gonna have to pound that unruly attitude out of you…”

And how he means it. Not sacrificing either speed or power he ferociously bounces in and out. His forceful energy makes his rough handling feel like you’re stripped of all control and releases a wantonness unlike previous times. If you had the courage you’d say those nasty things he does, tell him “fuck me” until you ran out of breath. But it’s not only that - the impact of his shaft sends vibrations from your entrance downwards, like a secret pleasure amidst his lesson. 

“Yeah, you like being punished…”, he growls above your face. “...like being fucked hard…. mmm, like this…” 

Saliva from his laboured breathing lands on your neck.

His hands clamp down hard over yours.

His body goes tense, trembling…then:

“Agh!…Agh…Agh…”, a roaring groan as he comes, rolling so ferally he almost lifts your hips while releasing his cum. Letting go of your hands, he hugs you tightly and slams his pelvis deep, making sure to empty himself of every last drop.

His heart is beating so hard against your chest it could be your own. You know exactly how he feels; burning up but too exhausted to move, so he stays hugging you, grunting while your stomachs press close trying to breathe. You swallow hard.

“Don’t you have a fan?...And water?”

He groans into your shoulder meaning “yes”, then lazily points.

“But you did me so good the room might flood if I pull out…”

¤

“Oh, shoot..!”

“Hey, hey, hey..! Where are you off to?”, Byun asks when you start getting dressed.

“Andi-... I have to get back.”

When he gets off the bed you already have a script to stop him from convincing you to stay, but he doesn’t; grabbing his robe, he leaves the room - leaving you to wonder if your sudden departure has set him off.

When he comes back he waits by the doorway, obviously not upset.

“Mr. Finley will take you. He’s discreet.”

“So all I have to do is make sure no one sees my hair or makeup…or body…”

“Does it hurt?”

“A bit sore.”

“If you're still sore in a few days you ought to see a doctor”, he smiles, closing your dress at the back.

“Is that so..?”

“M-hm...” His kiss is wet and slow, like inhaling. “I hear there’s an excellent one in the area…”

¤¤

[ragingbookdragon]

I Saw It Coming When You Threw The First Punch

Batmom x Batfamily One-Shot

Word Count: 1.7K Warnings: Explicit Language, Mentions of Violence

Author's Note: I honestly feel like I get my irritation from people out by writing stories where the characters punch people. I live vicariously through my characters. Enjoy! -Thorne

Getting the call that his wife had been taken into GCPD custody was not one that Bruce had ever expected to receive. Not in a million years. And yet, low and behold, Gordon had called sounding apologetic that she’d been detained after a physical altercation at the gala she’d hosted earlier that evening.

Which was absolutely baffling to him, because the only person more anal retentive about screwing up at a gala than Alfred, was his wife. So, something must’ve seriously set her off if she’d hauled off on somebody. And Gordon had made it quite clear that it was his wife that threw the first punch, though beyond that, he didn’t know what else had occurred because she’d invoked her rights to the company lawyer and to remain silent, simply staring at the wall while the other officers tried to get a story out of her—Bruce knew she wouldn’t crack. Other than him, his wife had a reserve that no man, alien, or god could break. He’d never say it, but he was envious of his wife’s willpower.

He arrived rather quickly with all four sons in tow, knowing that the sight of the entire family would probably help her chances of getting out and they waited patiently to be escorted to where she was being held.

When they arrived at the interrogation room, they saw her sitting there with crossed legs, hands placed palm down on the table. Her eyes were closed in what Bruce recognized as her deep meditative state; the one she used to fight off telepathic control from enemies—she was probably recounting what happened that night.

“What are the charges?” he asked Gordon and the older man sighed.

“Simple battery and public disturbance.”

Bruce hummed lowly in his throat and gazed at his wife. “How do you see this playing out for her?”

“If the woman she keelhauled doesn’t press charges, there’s possibility of probation with community service.”

He had to play naïve. “And if she does?”

Gordon met his gaze. “Then you’re looking at your wife going into lockup for a year.”

Bruce let out a sigh. “I’ll call our lawyer then.”

“I’ll give you and your wife some privacy,” he replied, hitting a button on the keypad beside the door, and the glass went dark while the glowing red button recording the room turned off.

“Thank you, Gordon,” he said, and the detective waved as he walked off, closing the door to the interrogation room behind him. Bruce looked at his sons. “Let’s go see what set your mom off tonight.”

***

The door to the room opened but she didn’t open her eyes, still under the cold water in her retreat.

“(Y/N),” someone murmured and though the voice was familiar, she didn’t come to yet.

“(Y/N),” they repeated a bit firmer. “Come back up.”

Ever so slowly, she allowed her mind to come back from the deep waters and she opened her eyes, smiling at her husband and sons.

“Good evening family.” Damian immediately sprinted to her and buried his face in her neck, and she laughed, running a hand through his short dark hair. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“You are in trouble,” he murmured and pulled away to look into her eyes. “We will do whatever you need, Umi.”

(Y/N) snorted. “Don’t worry about me baby. Knowing Little Miss Martha May, she’s not going to press charges over our spat.”

“I think simple battery is bit more than a spat, mom,” Dick worried, brows furrowing in concern. “What did you two even start fighting about?”

Her eyes darted to the glass then to Bruce and he said, “Gordon turned off the cameras.”

“Mom,” Tim started, and she looked at him; he held up his phone screen. “I just assured that you’re protected here.”

She nodded and let out a sigh. “I knew I should’ve just walked away but I couldn’t help it. She just set me off like a match to gunpowder.”

“What’d you guys even duke it out over,” Jason questioned, and she sighed again, recounting the night.

***

“You’ve thrown another wonderful party, Miss Wayne,” Lucius murmured, handing her a champagne glass.

She grinned widely, thanking him. “Thank you, Lucius, I try.”

“Clan couldn’t come tonight?”

“You’ve always been perceptive about us, haven’t you?”

“To use your words, I try,” he laughed, and she nodded.

“Patrol started early tonight,” she said inconspicuously, eyes shifting around to glance at who was walking near them. “Besides, most of them only come to these to appease the crowd.”

“Ah, yes, I forgot that you’re the only one who actually enjoys these.”

“Only when Bruce and the kids are here,” she corrected. “It’s easier to bullshit when they’re here to pick up the slack.”

He barked a laugh and she chuckled in return when someone walked up to them. She turned and immediately grimaced at the old classmate of hers.

“(Y/N), such a beautiful party you’ve thrown tonight,” the woman greeted, though it was laced with cheerful fakeness.

She plastered a smile on her face. “Good evening, Marianne. I didn’t expect to see you tonight.”

“Oh, you know me, I’m always up for a party.” Her eyes drifted around. “Where is your husband? I wanted to thank him for the gift basket he sent after my operation.” Marianne gave her a sarcastic smile. “Isn’t it rather off for a host to avoid his own party?”

Note to self, yell at Bruce for sending her a gift.

“He had to work late tonight. So did the boys.” (Y/N) matched her smile. “I’m sure they’d be delighted to know that you thought of them though.”

Something shifted in Marianne’s eyes. “Oh yes, the children you have.” She leaned in close and murmured, “You know I’ve been hearing some rather negative rumors about yours and Bruce’s decision to adopt orphans rather than have some of your own.”

(Y/N) blinked, not sure if she should be shocked or unimpressed. “Really? Care to enlighten me?”

Marianne waved a hand. “The major one is that you simply took pity on the strays because you were barren.” She felt like she’d been slapped across the face and her jaw dropped as she gaped at the woman.

Apparently, that was all the ammunition that Marianne needed because she offered a sympathetic smile an placed a hand on (Y/N)’s arm. “Oh, you poor dear.” She patted her arm again. “You should’ve come to me instead of adopting orphans. I would’ve been happy to be a surrogate for you.”

(Y/N) shrugged the hand off her arm and reached up, pulling the silver teardrop earrings from her ears. “Yeah, those orphans aren’t mine, not biologically.”

She pulled off her diamond wedding rings and handed them and the earrings over to Lucius who took them and stepped back.

“But you know what they are?” she glowered at Marianne and seethed, “They’re my sons.”

The next thing anyone knew, the two women were rolling on the floor, their hostess throwing punches that seemed to make everyone wince when they connected to the woman’s face.

***

“And all I remember was being escorted down here,” she finalized, eyes drifting to Bruce’s.

He simply stared at her for a moment before he let out a heavy sigh and put his face in his hands. “I’m proud that you defended our family, but at the same time, I’m disappointed that you let Marianne set you off.”

(Y/N) crossed her arms over her chest. “Oh, so you’re taking her side?”

“That’s not what I mean, and you know it,” Bruce shot back. “If she decides to press charges, you’re going to be in lockup for a year.”

“She’s not.”

“You don’t know that, (Y/N).”

“No, I do,” she blinked and leaned forward. “If Marianne doesn’t want me to ruin her image with shit she did when she was a teenager, she’ll keep her mouth shut and take the blame for this.”

“What’d she do, Ma?” Jason questioned curiously and she turned her attention to him.

“Enough that’ll disgrace her image amongst every elite this side of the globe if she tries me anymore.”

Before anyone could say anything, the door opened and they turned, seeing Gordon walking in. “Good evening, Miss Wayne,” he greeted, and she smiled.

“Good evening, Jim. How’s your night so far?”

He chuckled. “Not too bad. I got to detain my favorite socialite and listen to all my officers speculate what she did.”

(Y/N) lifted her hands palm up beside her shoulders. “I live to please, Jim, you know that.”

“I do.” He walked over and handed her a few papers. “When asked if she wanted to press charges, Marianne Walters declined. She instead gave a rather detailed statement that she instigated the fight and threw the first punch.” He stared at the busted lip she had. “Does that match what happened?”

She quickly looked over the papers and nodded. “Yes, that’s true.”

Gordon sighed. “Do you wish to press charges?”

(Y/N) shook her head. “No,” she smiled. “There’s no reason to make a fuss about this.”

“…Miss Wayne, you and Miss Walters are all over the news.”

She shrugged. “And people have very short memories. They’ll forget about this.” She handed back the papers. “Send this to my lawyer and she’ll handle it with the prosecutors.”

“You think they won’t press charges despite Walters?” Gordon asked and she nodded.

“Oh, they won’t,” she said then looked at the clock. “Am I free to leave? It’s been a long night.”

Gordon let out a heavy sigh and nodded. “Yes Miss Wayne, you’re free to leave now.”

(Y/N) rose. “Wonderful.” She looked at her sons. “Boys, let’s go.”

They followed her and Bruce stood from the table, standing beside Gordon. “Thank you, Jim.”

Gordon grunted. “I know (Y/N) threw the first punch.”

“You do?”

“Of course, I do.” He huffed. “And I don’t blame her either.” He watched (Y/N) laugh at something Dick said while the others groaned around him. “You’ve got a good woman, Bruce. Good wife. Even better mother.”

Bruce looked at his wife and let an easy smile cross his lips as she pulled them all into hugs. “Yeah…yeah, I do, don’t I.”

[btsqualityy]

I Choose You

Taehyung x Reader

Genre: ABO (Alpha/Beta/Omega) dynamics, crushes-to-lovers, kind of a soulmate!AU (it’s based on their scents), fluff, and smut

Warnings: Oral sex (Male and female receiving), unprotected sex, dirty talk, soft Dom!Taehyung, impregnation kink, and creampie 

Author’s Note: This fic is based on a prompt from the Spring Fest “Spring Will Come Again” hosted by @bangtanarmynet! I hope you guys enjoy it!

Prompt: Every Spring Fest, the unmated Alphas had to choose a mate but when Taehyung felt a pull, he didn’t expect it to lead to you.

“Come on!” Taehyung whined loudly. “Just tell me!”

“You know that I cannot tell you who is participating in the Mating Ceremony Tae,” Jimin giggled. “It’s against pack rules.”

“Alright, well just give me a clue,” Taehyung tried to bargain. The two of them were sat outside in the territory that belonged to their pack, deciding to enjoy their lunch in the newly nice weather.

“You know, to be an Alpha, you have no sense of patience,” Jimin laughed.

“And for you to be an Omega, you have no sense of loyalty to your best friend,” Taehyung pouted.

“Oh God, he’s pulling out the pouts,” Jimin groaned playfully. “If you’re so impatient about not being able to know who’s participating in the Ceremony beforehand, then why are you even doing it?”

The Mating Ceremony was an age old tradition in Taehyung’s pack that occurred every year, right at the start of the Spring Festival. For people who still believed in soulmates, the Mating Ceremony was an unbiased opportunity for those people to find the one that their soul desired. The Omegas and Betas would gather together, with their faces hidden, and it was up to an Alpha to use only their sense of smell to find the scent that they liked the most. 

Of course, a lot of people felt that scents weren’t the only important thing when it came to building the foundation of a relationship as time has passed but it was still an honored and revered tradition nonetheless. 

“Besides the fact that literally everyone that I know has found their mate during the Ceremony?” Taehyung huffed. “The fact that I’m almost 26 years old and haven’t found my mate yet.”

“Oh please, you say that as if you’re old and if you’re old, then I’m old,” Jimin said as he rolled his eyes. “And I’m definitely not old.”

“Well, you say that because you’re not alone,” Taehyung pointed out. “My parents found each other 27 years ago, Yoongi hyung found you three years ago, Joon hyung found Aareum the year before that, and hell, even Jin hyung found Jungkookie last year. Too long, didn’t read, I’m gonna die alone if I don’t do it.”

“I feel so bad for your future mate because you are so fucking dramatic,” Jimin laughed as he reached over and stole a French fry off of Taehyung’s plate.

“You’d have time to warn them if you’d just tell me who’s joining this year,” Taehyung tried to persuade him. “Come on, what’s the point in having the Head Omega as your best friend if he doesn’t supply you with useful information?”

“Oh, and here I was thinking that I was your bestfriend because I’m your platonic soulmate,” Jimin scoffed. “Look Tae, the entire point of the Mating Ceremony is to let your heart and your nose do the deciding for you. If I tell you who’s participating and who’s not, it’ll cloud your judgement and then the whole thing will be moot.”

“Ugh, fine Mr. “I wanna be ethical”,” Taehyung sighed as he stood up from the table. “I gotta go and finish up my gift for the Ceremony so I’ll see you later.”

“See you later, Pouty Pants,” Jimin giggled as he waved his hand and Taehyung began to walk around the territory. He wasn’t lying when he said that he needed to go finish working on his courting gift, but he figured that it wouldn’t hurt to take a walk around the pack’s territory before he did.

Taehyung’s pack was pretty tight knit, though it was considered to be considerably larger than the other surrounding packs. Even though Taehyung’s family weren’t the ones who founded the pack, his great-great-grandfather was one of the first members to join the pack so Taehyung‘s family line literally had stakes in the very beginning of the pack. 

Growing up, Taehyung had been pretty well known around the pack but after he presented as an Alpha, it was as if he were a celebrity. Every unmated Alpha, Beta, and Omega seemed to be after him and admittedly, he had enjoyed the attention for the last few years but now, he was ready to find his mate, settle down, and start a family.

Just as Taehyung walked around the corner that separated the school building and the doctor’s house, he collided with a figure that had literally rushed into him. 

“Hey!” Taehyung yelped, gasping when the papers that the person had been holding fell down onto the ground. 

“Oh my gosh,” you whispered, bending down and beginning to pick the papers up. Taehyung bent down as well, helping when he realized who you were.

“Y/N?” He called and you looked up at him, your eyes widening when you realize who he was.

“Oh Taehyung, I’m so sorry,” you apologized, bowing your head to him.

“No no no, it’s ok. Don’t worry about it,” he assured you. “Just let me help you with these.”

“I already ran into you, you don’t have to,” you tried to say but Taehyung just cut you off.

“I want to,” he chuckled and you just decided to let it go as the two of you finished picking up all of the fallen papers. Once you were both done, you stood up straight and Taehyung handed the small stack of papers that he had collected over to you. 

“So, where were you off to that has you in such a rush?” Taehyung wondered with a smile. 

“Well, uh, the start of Spring marks the halfway point in the second half of the schoolyear for the pups so I was in a rush to get their progress reports finished,” you explained and Taehyung couldn’t help but to smile at how shy you still seemed to be around him. 

The two of you knew of each other from around the pack and you went to school together, being as though the two of you were born in the same year. Because of that, you both had a lot of mutual friends but the two of you never hung out much because you were really shy and seemed almost scared of Taehyung so he always made sure to give you your space. 

“Ah, you do work in the school building,” he chuckled.

“With the seven to nine year olds,” you smiled. 

“I remember, I remember,” he nodded. “Well, besides that, how are you?”

“Good, good,” you replied. “Busy as ever this time of year, but good. How about yourself?”

“I’m good, just preparing for the Spring Festival, ” he told her. 

“Oh, are you doing the Mating Ceremony this year?” You asked and he nodded his head. 

“Are you?”

“I’ve never done it before and I don’t think I’ll start now,” you giggled. “It’s not really my thing.”

“What, finding your soulmate isn’t your thing?” Taehyung teased.

“No, I meant that not being picked by anyone wouldn’t be my thing,” you clarified. 

“Oh please, somebody would definitely choose you,” Taehyung said. “I know that we don’t talk much but anyone can see that you’re a good woman and a great Omega. I bet that any Alpha would be proud to have you be their mate.”

“Oh,” you uttered in surprise, and Taehyung couldn’t help but to feel a little sense of pride at how flustered he had made you. “T-Thank you Taehyung.”

“You’re welcome,” he grinned. 

“W-Well, I have to go,” you murmured. “See you around?”

“Yeah, see you,” Taehyung agreed but he didn’t know if you’d even heard him because you were already walking, almost running, away from him.

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Even though the Spring Fest was being held during the first week of April, Taehyung had made the decision that he’d be participating back in December of the previous year and this was because he wanted to make sure he had enough time to prepare his courting gift. A courting gift would show his future mate that he was serious about them so it took Taehyung a lot of thought to decide what he wanted to give his future mate. In the end though, it was actually Taehyung’s mother who helped him. 

He off-handedly mentioned that he was trying to figure out a gift and she ended up giving him his great-grandmother’s engagement ring. It was a ruby that sat on a nest of gold diamonds, with a gold band to accompany it. Taehyung was familiar with it because it was a family heirloom and he was so honored that his mother trusted him with it. 

When the first day of the Spring Fest arrived, Taehyung made sure that the ring box was nestled safely in the pocket of his slacks before he checked his appearance in the mirror. Wanting to look his best, he settled on a button up dress shirt that was a deep maroon color and paired it with black slacks. He added a few simple accessories like a few rings on both hands and earrings but he skipped any necklaces or bracelets, wanting to makes sure that nothing would get in the way of someone being able to smell his scent. 

“Let’s go find our mate,” Taehyung whispered to himself, making sure to fix his hair one last time before hurrying up and rushing out of the front door of his house. 

The Mating Ceremony was to be held in the large flower garden that was towards the back of the pack’s territory. The logic behind it was that finding your soulmate amongst beautiful things would help your relationship with said soulmate be beautiful as well. 

When Taehyung got there, he immediately spotted Jin and Jungkook sitting together on a bench so he walked over to them. 

“Hi Tae hyung!” Jungkook greeted him happily. 

“Hi,” Taehyung replied. “You guys came for moral support?”

“You know it,” Jin nodded. “You look really good Tae-ah.”

“Ready to find your soulmate?” Jungkook wondered.

��Thank you, and hopefully,” Taehyung sighed heavily. “I’m so nervous.”

“Don’t worry hyung, all you have to do is trust your nose,” Jungkook told him. 

“Kook’s right, you know our senses will never purposefully lead us wrong,” Jin added. 

“Thanks for the advice guys,” Taehyung chuckled, reaching out and ruffling Jungkook’s hair a little. Suddenly, a voice erupted over the loud speakers that had been placed around the garden. 

“The Mating Ceremony is about to commence,” the voice that Taehyung recognized as Jimin announced. “If you are offering a gift, please get into position.”

“Well, that’s my cue,” Taehyung said.

“Relax and don’t worry,” Jin advised him. “Just...let it happen.”

“Ok,” Taehyung nodded before turning around and walking over to a large wall of white roses. Falling into line with several other Alphas and Betas who were also participating in the Ceremony, he waited with baited breath as another line of Omegas and Betas stepped into the garden and walked over to stand right in front of the wall of roses. 

Every Omega or Beta had a veil or mask over their face so that they couldn’t be seen, and their own choice of outfit but most of them were dressed pretty formally, just like Taehyung was. 

“Alphas and Betas who are presenting gifts, you know the rules,” Jimin spoke up again. “No sneaking a peek at anybody until you offer them your gift and they actually accept it, no trying to force your gift upon anyone who makes it clear that they do not want it, and trust your instincts! Happy finding!”

Taehyung then closed his eyes, taking a deep inhale in order to smell the air around him. He picked up a few scents here and there, with hints of chocolate and mint but none of them especially stuck out to them. He then opened his eyes and they slightly widened when he saw some of the Alphas and Betas already offering gifts to some of the Betas and Omegas who had been waiting. He had to admit, it kind of shocked him because it was seemingly so simple for them but not for him. Deciding to follow everyone’s advice and trust his senses, he shut his eyes again and took another deep breath it, and that was when he smelled it.

The initial wave that hit his nose was reminiscent of tangerines, and then that was mixed with the scent of berries that seemed to almost intermingle with the tangerine scent. Those were two very typical scents, especially for Omegas, but what really caught Taehyung’s attention was the scent of pink champagne. It was something that he had never smelt in a scent before and before he could even realize it, he was moving towards the source of the scent.

When he realized that he had stepped up to the person that the scent belonged to, he took a second to look over them. It seemed to be a woman, who had on a flowing white dress along with a small matching white veil. Taehyung reached out and extended his wrist towards their nose for them to be able to smell his scent clearly and when the woman let out an appreciative hum, Taehyung’s heart clenched because this was it. He had found the one. 

Taehyung reached into his pocket and took out the ring box, extending it towards the woman. The woman then reached out and took the box from it, a soft giggle coming from her as she did so.

“Thank you,” the woman said and Taehyung’s eyes widened because he recognized the voice, he just couldn’t remember where from. When the woman reached up and lifted the veil back from her face, Taehyung wanted to kick himself for not immediately recognizing who the voice came from. 

“Hi,” you smiled. 

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“I cannot believe that I didn’t know that it was you,” Taehyung huffed.

“Well, that’s kind of the point Taehyung,” you giggled from your spot on his bed. After the ceremony had ended, Taehyung invited you back to his house so that the two of you could have some alone time.

“I just didn’t expect this,” he said as he sat down next to you.

“Are you...upset that I’m your mate?” You asked wearily and Taehyung immediately shook his head.

“No!” He exclaimed. “Even though we don’t talk much, I know that you’re amazing. Hell, Jungkook raves about you all the time. I also meant what I said the other day.”

“W-Well, that’s good,” you replied shyly. “By the way, I’m sorry for not talking to you much over the years.”

“Ah, don’t worry about it,” he shrugged. “I just figured that you were shy and I don’t mind that.”

“It wasn’t shyness, though,” you blurted and his eyebrows rose. 

“Really?”

“The truth is, I’ve had a crush on you since you presented,” you confessed. 

“Y/N, that was almost 10 years ago,” he gasped in surprise. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because I never thought that I had a chance,” You chuckled. “For years, every unmated Omega and Beta and even some Alphas have been after you. When you look at them and then look at me, I’m not as interesting or as beautiful when compared to them. I don’t know, I just don’t think that I measure up.”

“Hey, don’t say that,” Taehyung admonished you. “You’re gorgeous Y/N-ah, and the sweetest person I know.”

“Really?” You deadpanned.

“Absolutely,” he nodded. He could tell that you didn’t believe him though, so he decided to be honest. “You wanna know something?”

“Hmm?”

“I’ve had a crush on you too,” he admitted, making your eyes widen. “Not for as long as you have, but at least two years. I just never made a move because you seemed so shy around me and I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable because I figured that you just weren’t interested.”

“Seriously?” You gasped and he nodded. “We’re a big pair of idiots then, huh?”

“Definitely,” he laughed as he reached over and grabbed both of your hands in his. “It’s a good thing that we both decided to participate in the Ceremony then, huh?”

“Another confession? I only joined because I was hoping that my Omega would be able to say to your Alpha what I’ve never been able to bring myself to say aloud,” you told him. 

“And what is that?”

“That I want to be with you, Kim Taehyung,” you replied. Taehyung felt his Alpha preen at your confession and it wasn’t that Taehyung had doubted the validity of the Ceremony but actually being able to feel the connection between the two of you only solidified everything for him.

“I want to be with you too Y/N L/N,” he smiled. “Can I kiss you?”

“Please,” you giggled and Taehyung let go of your hands to set his hands on your cheeks, leaning forward and pressing his lips to yours. The kiss began soft at first, the both of you feeling a little nervous since this whole thing was so new.

It wasn’t until you laid back on the bed, pulling Taehyung down along with you that the two of you became more comfortable, you opening your mouth and allowing his tongue to slide against yours. Taehyung set his hand on your thigh, gently tracing random shapes with his fingertips as you kissed each other passionately.

“Y/N, I have to ask you something,” he murmured and you pulled away from his lips to look up at him. 

“What is it?”

“Are you a virgin?” He wondered and you felt your cheeks warm up immediately. “I’m not trying to be intrusive or anything, I just want to know so that I can gauge how comfortable you are.”

“Do you remember when I dated Xiumin?” You asked him and he rolled his eyes.

“That dickhead? Yeah,” he huffed.

“I lost my virginity to him.”

“Well, I can’t say that I’m in love with that piece of information,” he admitted.

“I only dated him because I was trying to get over you, which sounds really bad when I say it out loud,” you laughed. “That was around the same time that you were dating Jisoo.”

“Ah,” he said as he set his fingertips over your lips to silence you. “We don’t mention that forbidden name.”

“Ok, sorry,” you giggled. 

“So, if I told you that I want to have sex with you tonight,” Taehyung began, making your lower half clench around nothing. “Would you want to?”

“Yes,” you rushed out. “I want to.”

“Good, because I want to too,” he smiled before leaning down and kissing you again. You moaned into his mouth when he moved over so that he was on top of you, his lips never leaving yours as he did so. He then trailed his lips downwards, licking and sucking on the skin of your neck. 

“Ohh,” you sighed in pleasure, reaching down and tangling your fingers in his hair. Taehyung pulled away and reached up to grab your hands, untangling them from his hair and holding your wrists firmly when he placed them back down on the bed above your head, holding them there. 

“You keep these here for me, ok?” He asked and you could tell from his tone that he was both asking for permission and clarification. 

“Ok,” you whispered and he smiled. 

“Perfect Omega,” he murmured as he went back to kissing your neck and you had to clasp your hands together because you were too tempted to reach down and touch him again. After he had left a few marks on your neck, he brought his hands up and grabbed onto your breasts which made you gasp.

“As beautiful as this dress is Y/N-ah, I think we should take it off now. Yeah?” Taehyung suggested and you nodded your head rapidly. He moved off of you so that you could sit up and he moved around the bed on his knees so that he was behind you. He reached out and pulled down the zipper on your dress, and you reached up and pulled the dress down off of your shoulders. Once your arms were out of it, you got up onto your knees and pushed it down your legs and onto the floor. 

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous Y/N-ah,” he muttered huskily as he took in the sight of you in your stark white bralette and white lace panties. Your Omega preened at his praise, making your cheeks warm up.

“Really?”

“Really,” he smiled, moving back around your body and leaning down so that he was face to face with your breasts as he reached out to grab ahold of them. “I’m so fucking lucky.”

“I’m the lucky one,” you whispered as he pulled the material of the bralette to the side, causing both of your breasts to fall out. Without another word, he leaned forward and sucked your nipple into his mouth. You couldn’t help but to fall back on the bed, Taehyung falling along without a problem and not letting up on the onslaught that was his tongue.

Once your nipple had stiffened to a peak, he switched over to your other nipple and gave it the same treatment. You could smell your scent from in between your thighs, the notes of berries and pink champagne becoming stronger and stronger the wetter you became. 

You knew Taehyung could smell you too, because you could feel the outline of his hard cock against your inner thigh. 

“Fuck, Alpha,” you whimpered. “Wanna suck you off.”

“Whatever you want baby,” he agreed easily after pulling his mouth away from you, sitting up and reaching down to unbutton his slacks. You sat up, watching with hooded eyes as he unzipped them, pushing them down a little bit so that he was able to pull out his cock and your mouth literally watered at the sight of it. 

Taehyung’s cock wasn’t enormous, but it was definitely longer than average and it looked to be thick. You reached out and wrapped both of your hands around his length, and you felt yourself become wetter when you realized that you couldn’t even wrap your hands around him completely.

“Fuck, I can smell you baby,” he grumbled and you moaned softly at the pet name. “Do you like what you see?”

“Mmhm,” you nodded, leaning forward and wrapping your lips around the head of his cock. He exhaled harshly, looking down to watch as you did your best to take as much of him in your mouth as possible. You actually managed to do pretty good, doing your best to breathe through your nose as you sunk down closer and closer to the base of his cock. 

“Oh fuck,” he huffed. “Such a good girl, taking Alpha’s cock down your throat.” Bringing your hands back up, you stacked both of them on top of each other as you jerked him off while suckling on the head of his cock. 

“God, that feels good. Makes me want to fuck your throat,” he grumbled. “You gonna let me do that one day baby? Gonna let Alpha use your mouth?”

“Mmm, yes Alpha,” you gasped after releasing him from your mouth, your spit acting as lube as you continued to jerk him off. 

“Fuck, lay down for me,” he instructed you. “I have to taste you.” You didn’t hesitate to follow his instructions, laying back on the bed and resting on your forearms as you watched him push his slacks and boxers down and off his legs before he moved onto unbuttoning his shirt. 

He wasn’t overly muscular but you could still see the outline of what would be a six-pack, and your inner Omega loved the fact that your Alpha would be able to protect you if need be. 

Taehyung laid down on his front in between your legs, pulling your panties to the side before leaning forward and licking a stripe up your pussy, from your slit up to your clit. You gasped, your thighs involuntarily coming to together but Taehyung’s hands came up to push them back down. 

“Be still and let me make you come baby,” he whispered and you nodded numbly. He then went back to licking at you, making you whine and squirm underneath him. 

“Huh, holy shit,” you gasped, your chest beginning to move up and down quickly as your orgasm approached you. “Please don’t stop Tae.”

“Mmm,” he moaned against you, shaking his head back and forth over your clit which made his tongue do the same. 

“Do that again,” you requested and he obliged you, shaking his head back and forth rapidly and you felt your orgasm winding to it’s end in your abdomen. “Fuck yes, I’m gonna come.” Your head fell back onto the bed and just as you closed your eyes and felt yourself about to tip over the edge into ecstasy, Taehyung pulled away from you. 

“What?” You whimpered as you opened your eyes, looking down at him. 

“I want you to come on my knot,” he told you. He reached out and grabbed the band of your panties, pulling them down your legs and throwing them onto the floor. He then settled himself in between your thighs, leaning down and letting his cock rub against your clit. 

“If you want me to come on your knot, you shouldn’t do that,” you whimpered.

“You could come like this?” He wondered in awe and you nodded your head. “We’re gonna have to test that out one day.”

“We have the rest of our lives for that,” you promised him. 

“You got that right,” he smiled, moving his hips so that he could slide inside of you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, your hands gripping onto his arms as he slowly opened you up. 

“Fuh, fuck,” you stuttered, your eyes fluttering closed at how good he felt inside of you, stretching you out in the best way.

“God, you’re so tight but you’re opening up so well for me baby,” Taehyung grunted, making sure to push his hips as close to yours as he could so that he could go as deep as possible. “You really are my mate, huh?”

“Yes,” you whispered, your mind barely being able to comprehend his words because the feeling of being completely and utterly clouded all of your senses. He continued to roll his hips against yours, his cock dragging against your walls as he did. 

“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this, how much I’ve thought about this,” he muttered. “I’d see you walking around the territory all shy, keeping your eyes low so that people wouldn’t approach you and all I could think about was that you were the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen and how much I wanted to fuck you with my knot.”

“Mmm, knot,” you slurred, making Taehyung smile because of course knot was the word that you caught. 

“I’d watch you with the pups, teaching them and being so gentle and patient with them and my only thought would be about how I wanted to fuck some pups of my own into you so that you could be their mother,” he groaned, his hips stuttering slightly when he felt your walls clench around him like a vice grip. “Oh, you want that? Want Alpha to give you some pups?”

“Fuck yes,” you moaned wantonly, moving your own hips so that you were fucking back onto him. “Want your cum, want a pup.”

“I’ll give it to you baby,” he swore as he began to fuck you faster. “Alpha will give you anything you want.”

“W-want you,” you whined as you felt your orgasm quickly building back up again. 

“You have me baby,” he chuckled deeply. “You always have, I think.”

“A-alpha, g-gonna c-c-come,” you managed to utter as your body moved up and down the bed, the force of Taehyung fucking you literally moving you on the bed. 

“Go ahead so that I can knot you gorgeous,” he encouraged you. You reached down and set your fingertips on your clit, only managing to make two circles on it before you were coming. Your thighs spasmed and clutched around Taehyung’s waist, the rest of your body shaking on the bed from how forceful your orgasm was. 

“T-Tae,” you whimpered, your body shivering even after the crest of your orgasm had passed. Taehyung leaned down, pressing soft kisses against your face that were in stark contrast to how he was still fucking you. 

“So good for me baby,” he whispered. “Came so prettily for me.”

“Kiss me,” you pleaded weakly and he just smiled at you before pressing his lips against yours. The force coming from how hard he was thrusting into you caused your mouth to fall open and Taehyung didn’t hesitate to stick his tongue inside, exploring around.

You literally felt his cock pulse inside of you and before you could pull away in order to ask, ropes of his cum flooded into you. His knot inflated immediately afterwards, making you moan as it forced its’ way inside of you. 

“Holy shit Y/N-ah,” he panted as he hid his face in your neck, collapsing on top of you. “I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard in my life.”

“Me either,” you admitted with a giggle. “I loved it though.”

“Me too,” he muttered as he pulled himself up so that he could look down at you. “I know this is probably a weird thing to ask given what we just got finished doing, but you accept the fact that you’re my mate right?”

“Tae, of course,” you smiled. “My Omega would hate me if I rejected you and you know our wolf side doesn’t lie.”

“I guess I just wanted to know if it was as strong for you as it was for me,” he mumbled and you placed your hands on his cheeks, making him look down at you. 

“You’re my mate Kim Taehyung,” you told him. “I knew it and felt it the moment that you gave me your wrist and I smelled your scent.”

“I knew it too,” he smiled. “I’ll give you your bite in the morning, I’m just too tired right now.”

“No complaints from me,” you laughed. “Coming so hard can definitely take a lot out of a person.” Taehyung then laid his head down on your chest and you reached up, setting your hands in his hair as you began to play with the sweaty strands.

“I’m so glad that my Alpha chose you,” he muttered sleepily and you could feel the goofy smile spread onto your face before you leaned down and kissed the top of his head. 

“Me too Tae,” you sighed in contentment. “Me too.”

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Hymn to Myself

Anniversary Request Special

Synopsis: The Goddess of Spring tells a mortal the story of her abduction by the King of the Underworld. Follows the Homeric Hymn to Demeter.

Warning: kidnapping

Word Count: 2.6k

Pairing: fem Persephone!reader x Hades!Hyunjin

Dear mortal, listen closely, for I have deemed you worthy to hear my tale. You have danced in my name, burned offerings to me. You shall be rewarded for your worship. Lend me your ear now, and perhaps I will lend a hand in the future.

You know me by many names — The Maiden, The Younger, the Goddess of Spring — but today I will be the Queen of the Dead. There is no need to be so frightened. Your time has not come yet, nor will I be the one to ferry you to the Underworld, as you well know. Trembling and bowing your head for mercy will serve you no purpose but do as you like.

You have heard the tale, I am sure. The Dark-Haired One seizes a maiden and makes her his bride, as her mother, holy Night-Mare of the golden double-axe, ceases the earth’s harvest in her despair. The story you may have heard prior is my mother’s version, without the details of me in the Underworld.

Like most stories, it begins with the Cloud Collector, my father. Seeing that the King of the Underworld had no queen and that no goddess or nymph desired him, he offered him a bride, the flowerfaced daughter of the Corn-Mother. The King of the Dead accepted.

As you may have guessed, I did not know about this arrangement. The nymphs I surrounded myself with then, daughters of the Titan God of Rivers, did not either, yet they braided my hair and wove flowers in. Roses, crocuses, and hyacinths entangled with violets and irises to make a crown of spring. I still remember the way they fussed over me, singing songs and pulling at my scalp. I hated it. I only wanted to pick my blossoms. Once they had finished, I walked through the meadow, leaving them behind, gathering as many of the flowers I could into my arms.

Then I spotted a narcissus, its center as radiant as the sun and its petals the color of fresh milk. Its honey-sweet fragrance filled the sky and enchanted me. I approached it with both hands, ready to hold the bud to my nose, when the earth beneath me broke open.

A golden chariot drawn by sable-black horses leapt out, and I was snatched by the gloomy Lord. I cried out for my father, he of the thunderbolt, but he was the one who promised me, and I did not know that then. The King of the Dead had me in his grasp. He refused to let go. But still I cried a piercing scream, begging the pantheon of gods seated at Olympus to help, pleading Lord Helios in his own golden chariot to come down and save me. No one heard a thing when the chariot descended back into the earth.

And when we finally entered the Underworld, my voice had gone hoarse, my body limp. The flowers I clutched to my chest were the only remnants of the sunlit earth I had, but their petals had scattered into the wind and their stems wilted in the dark. The Dark-Haired One kept his arm on me, making sure I would not be able to flee. The shades wandered in the fields below us, their moans a constant hum.

Soon we stopped in front of his palace, a cold and imposing labyrinth with a locked gate reaching to the sky. A three-headed dog stood guard, saliva dripping from its maw. The King stepped off first and offered his hand to me, but I remained frozen on the chariot. It was still warm from the sun, and I wanted to soak in every last piece I could. The hound growled and lowered its center head to sniff me when I latched onto the side, even as the Lord of the house tried to drag me off.

“Leave me be,” I cried, pushing at his chest. “My father will punish you for this. He is the king of the heavens, and you will be struck with his bolt.”

“At the behest of the Thunderer, you are now my wife. Come, my queen, into your new home.”

I had no tears left, and I mutely followed him, keeping my eyes on the back of his wine-dark cloak. He led me through the gates, the corridors of his palace, all the way to the throne room. Two chairs stood next to each other, both as black as the horses and the sky. His was obsidian, etched with bone-white carvings and lined with onyx gems. The other, the ebony one intertwined with asphodel and pomegranates, belonged to me now.

“Are you pleased?” he asked.

I said nothing, for the fight in me had died along with the flowers I left between the paws of the hound.

“Are you frightened?”

Again, no sound left me. He made me sit on my throne, and I did with my head hung low. He cradled my face, and I shut my eyes. If he desired a kiss, then he could take it. I was a wife now, to the king of the Underworld too, and I would let my husband put his mouth on mine.

“Tired,” he declared after some time. “I will bring you ambrosia and nectar, so that you may recover.”

He brought the divine foods to me, but I did not eat. He tried to make conversation, but I did not speak. The scent of the asphodels and pomegranates were suffocating, and the musk of death coated the air untainted by natural fragrance. The thick slabs of wood underneath me were unyielding, and so was I. The Dark-Haired One was dismayed.

“What is it that you require?”

“I require that I be returned to my mother and to the earth.”

He smiled. “I have all of the riches of the earth. See what I have made for you.”

Humans called him the Wealthy One on occasion, and I understood that it was not merely a euphemism when he presented my crown to me: a golden-leaved garland with apple-red rubies the size of hen’s eggs and emeralds as vivid as moss, not a hint of death clouding its elegance. It was magnificent and befitting for a queen of spring. He undid the nymphs’ braids that still remained in my hair and placed the crown on my head.

“Are you happy now?” he asked.

“I will never be happy until I see the sun again.”

He frowned and left me alone on my throne, hoping I would change my mind. The ambrosia and nectar laid on the moonlight-silver tray. They glistened and glowed, their dangerously sweet scent enveloping the room, doing their best to entice me. Instead, I sat as rigid as a tree for days, languishing in my misery. Color faded from my features, and I looked like the very image of the Queen of the Dead, with my soulless eyes and ashen skin.

Day and night, I remained there. The Lord of the House was patient, as his realm was eternal and as I was immortal. He brought gifts to try to sway me: diamond birds perching on bronze branches, amethyst crocus bouquets with delicate sprigs of roses the colors of ripe peaches. I left them on the ground. They reminded me too much of what I no longer had. The treasures around me grew, but he persisted with his prizes and his attempts at conversation.

“There are many souls arriving today,” he would say. “How lovely,” I would reply.

“What do you think of the sky here?” he would ask, and I would tell him, “It is like you.”

“Would you like to see Cereberus again? I think he liked you,” to which I would answer, “I am content here.”

It was his offer to visit the Asphodel Meadows that drew me out of my fog.

We took his chariot, golden and gleaming as before. This time, he held out a hand for me, and I accepted. The three-headed dog at the entrance of the palace whined when I did not pat his heads like his master. The flowers I left as a peace offering earlier were gone, not even a broken stem lingering. I could only imagine that they were played with and eaten.

“He does like you,” the King whispered. He placed one arm around my shoulders as he held the reins with the other. I shrunk as much as I could, burying my nose in my hair so not to smell the death radiating off of him.

“Yes, I suppose he does.”

We stopped in one of the many fields, the asphodel ghostly white and fluttering in the breeze. The shades kept their distance when I stepped off the chariot and into the flowers. My bare feet touched the Underworld dirt, my ankles brushed the stalks as I roamed the meadow like I did that fateful day, plucking the prettiest blooms from their roots. The Dark-Haired One followed closely behind, and I did my best to keep my eyes on the iron sky as I wandered through more of the fields. Lone petals circled in the wind, adorning the false flowers of my crown with themselves. I thought about the nymphs — their songs, their chatter, their life — and nearly wept. Then I thought about my poor mother, with the beautiful garlands in her hair, finding no trace of me among the meadow, and I dropped to the ground.

“There is no need to cry,” said the Dark-Haired One softly. “The shades will not hurt you.”

“I want to go home,” I replied in-between my gasps. I thought that picking flowers would somehow soothe me, but they only pained my heart. “Please, let me return home.”

He held me up, and I saw up close the famed black locks that framed his face. “Home,” he smiled.

My spirits soared, and I clamored onto his chariot, eager to see the wispy clouds and splendid sun again. But I had deceived myself. For the Queen of the Underworld, the palace was home.

The throne was too far for my limp body to retire to, so he set me down upon a funeral couch. There, I laid and stared out the window at the vast number of souls inhabiting the fields. He brought me ambrosia and nectar once more, a feeble attempt that even he knew was wasted.

He ordered entertainers to sing and dance for me, but I stared at them like one of the many skulls carved on his throne.

However, my prayers were soon answered months later. The mighty Messenger of the Gods, with his golden wand, came and relayed my father’s message: I was to be returned to my mother, for she was wrathful against the gods. The Lord smiled and did not disobey the Thunderer’s orders.

“Go to your mother,” he said to me, “for I am not an unseemly husband. But you are my queen, and all those who do not perform your rituals with reverence, all those who do not perfectly burn offerings for you, will be punished.”

I did not care about those things. Still, I rejoiced and leapt from the couch with liveliness, my crown falling to the ground in my eagerness. To feel the warmth of the sun on my skin, to see the vibrant earth, to be with my mother — those were what mattered to me.

“Before you leave, I ask that you try the Underworld’s fruit,” he said, holding out a pomegranate. “As a blessing to us from the Queen of the Dead.”

“You have been nothing but kind to me, so I will,” I told him. I ate four of the seeds, red as the rubies on my Underworld crown and sweet as honey, before I could tolerate my impatience no longer.

The King’s chariot was already drawn with his sable-black horses. The dog eyed me curiously as I got onto the chariot with the Immortal Guide rather than his master. The messenger took the reins, and we ascended to the upper world. The taste of the pomegranate still coated my tongue when the earth cracked open.

We burst forth like a new sprout. The nymphs came out from the sea and flocked around, fussing like they did before. This time, I did not mind. I let them pull at my clothing and let them weave fragrant flowers in my hair.

My mother, with a dark robe, soon arrived. She saw me, stretched her arms out, and I ran into them, breathing in her familiar scent. She stroked my hair, all while murmuring in my ear about how I was safe now, how happy she was. I was happy too. I recounted my tale to her in a frenzy, words crashing into one another like the churning tides. We stayed together, roaming the fields, soaking in the sun and earth I had missed. I danced in the streams, playing with my nymphs in celebration, for I was home.

It was later that I learned that I was bound to the Underworld, having eaten the pomegranate seeds. I left with a heavy heart and arrived to the expectant Lord, smiling with his brows.

“You tricked me,” I said. I would not weep; I could endure my time here.

“It was a request you accepted,” he said as he strode to me with my crown. He adorned me with it, and I let him brush the loose tendrils from my face. “Welcome home, my queen.”

In the beginning, it was a partial home.

I left the palace as often as I could to roam among the asphodels and the shades. The shades grew acquainted with my presence and bowed to me, moaning cries of worship in that strange tongue of theirs. I learned to feed the horses with sweet pomegranate seeds to entice them into being obedient, and the golden chariot of the King became one of my possessions. I stayed away from him, for I still felt betrayed.

Despite my frigidness, he adored me like no other. The entertainers seemed to be a constant at his court now that I present. He offered to dance with me, to which I rejected every time. He played knucklebones with me on the rare occasion I was receptive. I suspected he let me win on several occasions in an attempt to open me up like a blooming flower. And whenever I returned from a walk through the fields, he would have a lavish bouquet of false flowers waiting on my throne.

However, over time I grew to recognize my stature. After all, not many goddesses could say that they had power like mine. I began to wear my royal title like a mantle, draping it around my shoulders and letting it trail behind me in my wake. I was not always merciful, as you may well know yourself, mortal, but it is nigh impossible to say that I was not fair. The Lord took this fervor of mine as a sign that I had forgiven him. I still do not know if I have.

I sit beside him, as his equal, commanding the dead just like he does. I let him kiss my cheek and sometimes return the favor if I am feeling kind that day. I dance with him, resting my head over his heart and breathing in his musk.

But he is the one who made me his bride and thrust the Underworld upon me.

It is difficult to say that I resent him. It is much easier to say that I cannot, and will never be able to, love him in the same way he loves me.

Thus, for four months of the year, I live as the Queen of the Dead, never as his wife.

Now, dear mortal, you have heard it all. Tell it to the world.

~ ad.gray

Extra: Sorry for the unholy amount of name euphemisms and epithets. The TL;DR is that I didn’t want the associations of the Greek gods’ relationships, and by extension their names, in this story because they’re a mess by modern standards, so I opted for euphemisms and epithets instead. I decided to not use names at all because consistency, I guess? This kind of works though since “Persephone” is telling the story to a mortal and mortals avoided saying certain god’s names, Persephone and Hades among them, out of fear or respect (source). Saying a god’s name gets their attention, and getting the god’s of death attention was considered unlucky (source). This story’s version of Persephone is pretty understanding, I guess. Also, I tried to mimic the style of the Homeric Hymn to Demeter (this was the translation I used), and the amount of descriptors is insane. Thanks for coming to my TedTalk.

Hope you enjoyed this! <3