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taoofshigeru · 2 years ago

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A Cure for Joy but Not for Silence (Castti x Malaya)

A take on Castti/Ochette's crossed path where a confluence of magic brings back a familiar face. Trauma is still around, but so is love and comfort. Temenos and Osvald are also there. (2000 words)

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As Ochette called upon a bevy of trees, frogs, and axe-wielding tree frogs to beat back the shadow, a cleric and a scholar watched from a safe distance.

The purple light surrounding the ominous, writhing tentacle seemed familiar to the inquisitor. It took him a few moments for the hunch to turn into a connection.

Just when Castti and Ochette were starting to venture deeper into the woods, he took their colossal scholar by the arm. "Osvald, a word, if I may…"

Watching Castti treat the wounds on the duorduor turned that connection into a near-certainty. He grimaced. Then he thought of something. "Castti, you still have several phials of that cure mixed up."

She blinked. "Yes, why?"

He nodded towards the depths of the woods. "I very much doubt this is the last beast in these woods we'll see that's in need of treatment. May I borrow one?"

She nodded, and handed him the phial, which he tucked into his tunic.

They hastened on ahead into the woods. It should have been daylight, but it was dimmer than dusk.

A few steps further ahead, they were all engulfed in darkness.

…

As the scholar wandered further into the woods, he found himself hearing a voice that sounded like deep, raspy dusk. "Poor, pitiful Osvald. Lost your wife, you could never protect her."

"Why?" Osvald replied flatly. "Rita's death was Harvey's fault. I did everything I could, and now Elena is safe."

"Ah, but you're failing your daughter. Not there for her in this fragile recovery period. If only you had more power…" The voice trailed off.

"Why?" He didn't seem the least bit bothered. "Temenos is a high-ranking church official, and he was there when Harvey confessed to his crimes. Very likely I'll be exonerated within the year."

"…" The voice paused for just a moment. "Doesn't it ever make you curious, what it was that Harvey found at the end of his research? The true seventh source?"

"Why?" The scholar continued walking. He didn't even miss a step. "Whatever it was was clearly of an inferior grade to my own love for my adorable daughter."

"…" The pause was slightly longer this time. "Think of the possibilities of untapped sources of magic. Knowledge, wealth, half of the world, it could all be yours!"

"Why," His scruffy beard concealed the faintest hint of a smirk. "I don't really see what you're getting at."

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"Couldn't protect them. Couldn't protect Jörg, or Roi, not even Crick." The voice in the darkness spoke to the cleric, mocking him. "You slept in bed as your wayward lamb walked his way to the slaughter."

Temenos grimaced. For all his outward confidence, this particular subject was not something he enjoyed being reminded of. "And I made examples of those responsible." That didn't mean he didn't have a retort ready. "And I aim to do the same to you."

"To me?" The voice boomed with laughter. "Why, you misunderstand me. I'm here to help you. To help give you power for your revenge."

"Revenge against who, exactly?" Temenos fixed on a point in the darkness that seemed to glow brighter than all the rest. Then he started walking. "This isn't the same puerile ploy you pulled on Kaldena, I hope? Inflicting tragedy and offering the power to get revenge against the enemy of her true enemy?"

"Kaldena was a fool." The darkness scoffed back at him. "You're clearly much too wise to fall for the petty ruse that worked on her."

"Oh, so that was you?" He responded with a dry wit. "I was going off a hunch. So, in a sense, I do appreciate the courtesy in your confirming my suspicions."

The darkness went silent, for a moment. Then, "How did you know?"

"I doubt. It's what I do." He winked at the point, which was growing brighter by the moment, then broke into a full sprint. "And you made it easy."

"YOU-!!" Humor was gone from the voice now, replaced by inhuman, primal rage.

"SACRED EFFULGENCE!!" He heaved his staff into the point of dark purple light, and the illusion shattered.

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The cleric and the scholar found themselves standing on an endless lake of grey. Osvald was the first to notice Ochette and Castti were there next to him, facing off against what looked like dozens of the same writhing purple fragments of darkness Ochette had beaten back earlier.

Temenos was a hair slower, on account of the plum he had shoved down his throat. But the glow of his light magic hit one of the writhing curses incarnate just before it could strike at Ochette from behind.

Together, the four travelers made quick work of the gruesome attacker. Soon, the tendrils were in full retreat, but one lingered for just a moment.

That was long enough for Ochette. "Oh no you don't! RAWR!!" She bit into the darkness itself, and her fangs sunk deep.

That was as much time as they needed. "Now, Osvald!" He grabbed the phial of cure out from his tunic and tossed it in the scholar's direction.

A gruff, solemn chant had began even before the thin cylinder of glass was tumbling through the air. "This is! THE ANSWER!!" Osvald blasted the phial with the One True Magic (II), and the beam shot out towards the tentacle. Ochette jumped away just in time. So hasty was her jump that she did not, for once, land gracefully.

In the time it took for that attack to land, the rest of the tentacles, and the darkness itself, retreated. Ochette, Temenos, and Osvald were left standing beside Castti, slumped over with emotional and physical fatigue. And one other person, who had appeared exactly where the tentacle had been before Osvald had blasted it with pure, radiant spirit.

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Castti looked up, and saw a ghost. This one wasn't wearing a wry smile, and the emaciated look was a far cry from the healthy state in which she had last seen her. But there was no mistaking those eyes. "…malaya?" It was a face she had resigned herself to never seeing again.

"It's okay, Malaya. I remember everything now, you can rest." She fumbled forward, not really understanding what was happening. "Haha, I must really be under the weather to be seeing things again." She put a hand to her forehead, laughing to hold back the tears. She felt so silly.

Ochette looked at the other woman, confused. "Mama Castti, who's this?"

A jolt of pure, stinging understanding shot through the apothecary. "You can see her?" Her head whipped around to Osvald. "Can you see her?"

He nodded. "There's a woman on the ground next to you. Dark skin, long hair. Signs of malnutrition. She's conscious."

Temenos stepped between them. "Now, wait a moment Castti, we need to be c-"

He was physically thrown off the ground as Castti dived forward like a woman possessed. She embraced the woman in a hug heavy enough to knock the wind clean out of her.

"MalayaMalayaMalayamalayamalayaOhit'syouit'sreallyyouyoudon'tknowhowmuchIhopedandprayedandafterIrememberedandeverythingandyoudidsomuchformeandIcouldn'tdoanythingforyouandIohgodsyou'realiveandhereandIcanfeelyouandIloveyousomuchandInevergottotellyoubefore*sob*, OhMalayaMalayamydearMalaya-" She didn't know where she was anymore, and she could not care. Tears and snot were spilling freely down her cheeks. Even after Temenos got up, Ochette stood, feet planted and arms out, making it very clear that he wasn't going to break up that moment.

It ended up being Malaya who pushed the apothecary away. "_,_." She opened her mouth as if to say something, but no words came out.

Osvald nodded in understanding. "You love her too, but you're hungry?"

"She's what?!" Castti's head jerked up.

Malaya winced and rubbed her stomach. "_,_!" She shook her head, smiling weakly at Castti.

"'You hugged the wind out of me, you damn mother hen.'" He gave a wry smile. "And my name is Osvald. I'm traveling together with your friend? Wife?"

"Wife!" The apothecary was the one to answer this question. "My wife is alive, I," She took another look at Malaya and her eyes widened with belated shock. "Oh gods, look at you, you're skin and bones, we need to get you some food."

"Alright, that's settled!" Ochette whipped out five sticks of jerky from her pack and handed them to Malaya, who wolfed them down and took five more before the beastling lifted her off the ground and the group began to walk back to town. Osvald, who had been the least disturbed in the confrontation with the shadow, lent Malaya his coat for warmth and let Castti lean on him for support.

"Hey Osvald, how did you know what she was saying? I couldn't even hear, and my ears are the best among us, I think?" Ochette's companion Mahina chimed in.

His gaze grew a little harder. "I learned how to read lips on Frigit Isle. It was useful for gathering information."

"Oh, I see." Ochette turned over to Malaya, who had grabbed a fistful of grapes from her pack and was downing them in groups of three. "You really are light, ma'am. Eat as much as you like."

"Wow, Ochette sharing her food. This is a special day, yes indeed." Mahina hooted jovially.

Temenos cut in between the two, voice so low that neither Castti or Malaya seemed to be able to hear. "I would like to preach caution. Whoever that woman is, she came from the shadow. And it spoke to me in there. I'm almost certain it's connected to what we've been investigating."

"Osvald, can you grab him by the cloak? With one fist? My hands're kinda full."

"M'kay." The scholar obliged, yanking the cleric down for the hunter to glare at.

Ochette hissed back, "Now listen here, you. You weren't with us when Castti went back to Healeaks for the first time. I've seen that woman rip a real live antlion in two, but that village had her shaking in a way I've never seen. And the name I kept hearing her say while we were there? 'Malaya.'" She indicated the woman held in her arms, "You can keep an eye on things, sure. But if you mess up this moment for her I'm gonna put my footprint into your rib cage."

His smile never fell the whole time she was talking. "I understand. I can leave the two of them to you, then?"

"So long as we're clear, Temmy." She bared her fangs at him.

By the time they had arrived back at the inn, it was still light outside. The sunlight seemed to give Malaya a physical boost, and Castti a mental one. The two of them sat outside on a bench, with Ochette standing nearby. She held a pouch that was seemingly still full of food and drinks, and this time Castti indulged herself in some spicy jerky. They sat there for a little while.

Castti asked the question that had been on her mind. "Do you remember me?"

Malaya nodded her head. Yes, yes I do.

"Oh, can you still not speak?" She leaned over, concerned.

She shook her head no.

"So you can't speak?"

Malaya shook her head no again.

"You don't want to speak?"

A nod, yes.

"I'm sorry, I just." Castti stopped. "There's a lot I wanted to ask. But I don't need to ask it now." She stared into those eyes, those lovely brownish-black eyes which, now that she looked closer, seemed to be carrying new, silent scars in them. "We can wait. But I do have one request." She supposed hers did too. They really would have a lot to talk about.

Malaya nodded her head.

"C, can I hold your hand?" She stumbled with that on her way out of the gate. Even so, "It's only, I just, gods! I spent this whole time imagining a version of you to help myself get through all that trauma, and I almost went and accepted you were gone." Castti fixed her eyes on those deep, familiar eyes again and "I need to feel that you're real, and next to me. Is that okay?"

Before nodding, Malaya reached out with her own hand, the one that wasn't still dismantling a pomegranate and shoving it in her face, and wrapped her fingers through Castti's own. Then she nodded. Of course, chief.

~End~

#death #tw death #octopath traveler 2 #octopath traveler 2 spoilers #spoilers #castti florenz #octopath ochette #osvald v. vanstein #temenos mistral #castti x malaya #nobody dies here but since it does deal with it I'm tagging it for safety #malaya lives and is (at least temporarily) nonverbal because of trauma #osvald annoys the shadow by being very autism #ochette feeding all these depressed healers #temenos deducing that One True Magic is the inverse of the shadow source and thus can be used for consequence-free necromancy #feeding people after traumatic events is a big thing I enjoy so there's a fair amount of that #malaya comes back with one HP and needs to guzzle grapes and jerky to survive #octopath traveler 2 fic #fic #minor edits after posting to fix obvious mistakes #also a note that temenos is casting effulgence there because he had osvald buff him before walking into the forest

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fatesdeepdive · 3 months ago

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Entry 128: Arete’s Team Bonding Exercise

Xenologue 19: Heirs of Fate V: Endless Dawn

Shigure, the Hoshidan kids, and the Nohrian kids awkwardly walk in silence towards Anankos's palace. Apparently, when they decided to go their separate ways, they meant, go their separate ways, together. The Kanas don't like the silent treatment and wish everyone could be friends. Shiro says it's better to not get involved with people from other worlds. Shigure says that they're very different people from the ones he knew, then quickly changes the topic. He explains that he handled things poorly and should have explained the different worlds thing right from the start. Wow, someone in this family acknowledging that keeping secrets is annoying. I hope he isn't keeping any other big secrets.

Shigure says he doesn't know how they can win with tensions the way they are. Fana suggests turning Yato into the Fire Emblem. Mana doesn't know what the Fire Emblem is, for some reason. Arete shows up and says everyone's deaths would have been easier if they stayed in the illusion.

She teleports everyone away, and because she's nice and wants to help with team building, she pairs up people from different countries so they can become friends. For example, Shiro ends up with Siegbert and Forrest ends up with Kiragi. How thoughtful.

Arete tells Shigure to give up and cease his fruitless struggle, saying there is no hope for him or for his false companions. Shigure says the others have time to saved their loved ones, and that he won't give in as long as they are fighting. Shigure calls Arete one of Anankos's victims. Fana asks who Arete is and what she meant by false companions. Shigure says she was just trying to sow unrest, because Jesus Christ there is something about blue hair that makes you genetically predisposed to keep secrets.

The battle begins on a floating island in Valla, with just Shigure and the Kanas facing off against Arete, Sumeragi, and Mikoto. Periodically, other units return, now friends because of Arete's team bonding.

If Arete fights Shigure, she says that there's a pain in her skull every time she sees Shigure. Shigure says he had dreams of saving her. What joy they might have shared, what songs they might have sung, he says. I think they would probably sing one specific song. Arete says she doesn't care, and that the pain might stop when she kills Shigure. She asks him to sing for her once more, before fading into nothing. Shigure says that, if he sings, it will be her funeral dirge, because he sees there can be no mercy for her. Goddamn those are some good one liners. When Arete dies, she thanks Shigure, and apologizes for being a bad mother to Azura.

If Sumeragi fights one of his grandkids, he recognizes his weapon and challenges them to take their best stance. When defeated, he says he has no regrets, because he has seen his bloodline and knows his kingdom is in good hands.

If one of the Kanas fights Mikoto, she mistakes them for a young Corrin and says her heart aches. After defeating her and ending the map, she says she's happy to have met the Kanas before the end. She asks the Kanas to save Anankos before fading away. The Kanas cry because it's sad that the bosses disappeared. Shigure explains that they are dead and gone forever, and that the Kanas need to keep them alive in their memories.

The group enters Anankos's throne room. Fana notices Shigure is acting weird. The Kanas hold up their Yatos so Shigure can turn them Omega. Shigure sings that goddamn song, which paralyzes everyone, because I guess it can do that. He says that they don't need the Fire Emblem. Shigure reveals that the assembled kids aren't just from two different worlds. They're from like twenty different worlds, each of them the last survivor of their world.

Shigure explains his world is the only one remaining. In his world, the two kingdoms united, then were defeated by Anankos. Anankos killed everyone but Shigure and Azura. Azura sang until she disappeared to save Shigure. After conquering Shigure's world, Anankos spread throughout the multiverse, destroying countless words, killing everyone the kids ever knew.

Goddamn. This is a very dark plot twist.

Shigure says that, now that they're brought him to the castle, he's going to face Anankos alone. He says that he doesn't need a divine weapon, because he can reach Anankos using his new fourth verse. He says that no one has ever used the fourth verse before, and that it can defeat Anankos and also bring back the kids’ loved ones. Is there anything this song can't do? Also Shigure will absorb the curse and be trapped in eternal suffering, unable to ever die, if he sings it, but he's cool with that.

The others are horrified and refuse to let Shigure sacrifice himself. He says that he's their last hope and can't let a bunch of strangers sabotage him. Mana says they're friends. Shigure says they're a pack of strangers who only look like his dead friends, who he used as tools to get to Anankos. Shigure says he will never see the restoration of words, and begs the others to remember him.

Shigure says he'll remember his final moments with the others, then teleports them away as they scream no.

Support: Dwyer/Nina

C: Dwyer tries to hide in a barrel so he can take a nap. Turns out Nina is already hiding there, because she's a stalker.

B: Dwyer finds Nina when she's hiding in a wardrobe and gives her tea.

A: Nina spends a day stalking Dwyer and notices he's acting differently. He explains he messed something up. Nina reveals she's been spying on him when he sings in the bath and tries to set him up with a local choir boy.

S: Dwyer picks up flowers for Nina.

Review: A very boring Support, hampered by the fact that its visual gags of Nina popping up out of nowhere don't really work in a text only format.

Support: Midori/Selkie

C: Selkie starts sneezing. Midori offers her cold medicine, but Selki thinks it smells gross. Midori decides to make medicine Selki can stomach.

B: Selkie hears from the cold before Midori makes the medicine. Midori offers preventative medicine that Selkie likes the smell of.

A: Selkie's sense of smell helps Midori develop medicine candy that isn't gross. They decide to be business partners.

Review: An interesting concept with a dull execution.

Support: Asugi/Soleil

C: Soleil realizes that Asugi has been giving all of her "girlfriends" candy to make them like him. Soleil calls him a pig, because she's losing the fight for attention, and vows to make her own candy.

B: The candy Soleil makes is burnt and disgusting. Asugi is surprised because Soleil is good on the battlefield. Asugi offers to teach her how to cook. Soleil tries to hug him, and he complains that she's covered in gunk. Soleil starts stripping and Asugi ninjas away.

A: Soleil makes good candy with Asugi's help. Soleil says that he's nice and that girls like him because he's nice, not because of the candy. Asugi asks if she's falling for him and Soleil says he isn't her type.

S: The girls like Soleil because of her candy. The guys like her because she's good at killing but Soleil doesn't care. Asugi says he's worried that Soleil will spend so much time with her girlfriends that she won't spend time with him. Asugi says that it's possible to have multiple friends.

Review: Alright. Soleil being annoyed at Asugi stealing her girlfriends and trying to copy him is fun, but it becomes sappy and boring after the B Rank.

Support: Mitama/Rhajat

C: Mitama sees Rhajat carrying a bunch of food. Rhajat explains she's going to lock herself in her room for a month to work in peace and needs the food to sustain her. Mitama says she wishes she could hide in her room for a month so she could sleep and write poetry. Rhajat says she'll have a surprise next time she sees Mitama.

B: Rhajat gives Mitama noise canceling headphones, insect repellent, a light, and a heater. Mitama thanks Rhajat and calls her a friend. Rhajat is shocked to be called a friend. She says that most people don't understand why she likes to be alone. Mitama says that she sometimes wishes she could spend a hundred years in solitude, but that she's thankful she won't have to because she's met Rhajat.

A: Mitama handcrafts a really nice pillow for Rhajat, so she can sleep better and have better dreams.Review: The two of them just being really close friends is something that I didn't know I needed but am glad to have.

#kana fire emblem #shigure fire emblem #fire emblem fates #fe 14

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 2 years ago

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Platonic Yandere Tengen Family | Trick or Treat

“I WANT TO TRICK OR TREAT THIS YEAR!”

A collective gasp filled the room and your father crossed his muscular arms. Your burst of confidence seemed to leave your body along with the words that you practically shouted to your parents.

“Now why would you want to do that?”

It was a genuine question, you wre well into your elementary years to finally ask your parents if you could go. As always you were different. Everyone else didn’t have to ask their parents, they just went. Coming back the next day with countless horrifying stories and lunch boxes full of candy. You couldn’t even be like your friend who just didn’t celebrate.

“Oh I don’t celebrate it. I just got to help mama bake in the kitchen.”

You couldn’t even say that because you didn’t know. You recalled you once asked your Mama-Hina, she smiled and patted your head promising to help you make some pumpkin shaped cookies. While they tasted delicious, you found that was all that was done and it wasn’t much to report when everyone spoke of their eventful night. You did try asking Mama-Makio but she laughed and roughly slapped your back saying, “Yeah but that stuffs for babies, right?”

You asked Mama-Suma and you were worried you’d erupted an ear-drum as she shoved you into her chest wailing all about how, ‘the holiday is too scary for her baby!’

You realized you never went to ask your only father. Something about it seemed final, to ask your father who had the final say. At his word everyone listens–for the most part– and maybe as a subconscious rule for yourself you never let yourself think to ask him. Until now.

“I-i want to go and get candy like my friends. I-i don’t have t-to go with them but I want to have a basket full of candy like everyone else!”

Mama-Hina came from behind your father to put a warm hand on your back.

“If you want candy so bad we can just get you a biiiig pack. Just for you.”

She gave you her loving smile and you could hear your other mothers nod in agreement as they surged closer to you as though you were satisfied. You shook your head pulling away from them to cling to your father’s shirt. You looked up at him as you made your final plea.

“Papa, please! I want to trick or treat like everyone else! To earn my candy by how cute I’ll look in my costume!”

You father looked to the ceiling leaving you everyone in suspense as he gave an audible sigh. Looking into your big beady (e/c) eyes with his own fushcia pair before scooping you up into his arms to hold you high above his head and everyone elses.

“You can go!”

“Yay!”

Focused on giving celebratory hugs and thank-you’s to your father who was all smiles, you were completely oblivious to the horror-stricken faces of your mothers.

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“Why would you agree to that?! Now they're going to want to go every year!”

“And they’ll probably grow-up even faster if we do that!!! Wahhhhh my baby’s going to scare themselves to death Waaah.”

Tengen had been selected for the honor of dropping you off to school today, courtesy of encouraging you in the new adventure that was “Trick or Treat.” Arriving back home had him bombarded with the worrisome and tearful expressions of his wives. Ignoring Suma’s light punches to his chest and Makio trying to pull her away, he tilted his head at Hinatsuru who was lazer focused on folding some clothes. Uzui sweatdropped as he realized she was giving him the silent treatment as she cleaned up after your exciteful mess this morning. Ever since he gave his verdict you’d been joyfully dancing around chanting all about how you ‘were trick or treating this year!’ You were so happy that you were completely blocking out the soft comments of your Mama-Hina both trying to reel you back in from Cloud 9 by warning you of the restrictions that will definitely be set in place. Don’t get her wrong, your smile makes everyone’s heart flutter but the reason as to why puts a strain on their joy.

If you were asking to go trick or treating now, what would be next?! Going with friends?! Alone?! Going to horror houses!? Leaving home forever?! It seemed as though all the well-driven fears of strangers and monsters no longer dissuaded you. What were they to do?!

“Do you think I wouldn’t, consider what this would mean?”

The hustle and bustle from his wives (Makio & Suma) immediately calmed to listen to him. Even Hinatsuru slightly turned her head to hear what their husband had to say. He smirked before proudly exclaiming.

“We’ll be there the whole way until we aren’t.”

“W-what?!”

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“Mama, what do you think? Do I look good?”

You posed for Suma who lost the draw in who was allowed to come with on the costume hunt. Apparently they were afraid of too many people making a scene. Anyway you ultimately decided to be a chocolate-chip cookie. She cooed along with the rest of your mothers as you twirled around with your milk themed basket. Uzui looked on with his own smile, relishing in not only the really cute pictures he’d get from this but the steps for his plan to fall into place.

It wasn’t long before the sun had begun to set and you saw the other costumed children begin to make their rounds. You clutched the finger of your father’s massive hand as you tried to get him to move faster.

“It's okay, papa you look super flashy! Now let’s go!”

You figured he was stalling because he was shy of the macaroni necklaces you gave him as a makeshift costume. You weren’t aware of the final instructions your father was giving to your mothers before letting your tiny body pull him along outside.

“You’re right I do look flashy!”

“Now come on Dad! We gotta get all the good candy before it's gone.”

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The night was turning out to be a blast. You were given countless compliments on how cute you were in your costume. Not to mention you got more candy when you pointed to your dad. You figured they must have liked your makeshift costume because they would give you even more candy.

It was almost like the stories all your friends had told you; not to mention the insane amounts of candy you would get to have once you got home. Your bag was so big it was practically bursting. You beamed at the candy, pausing to yawn before taking in your surroundings. It was darker now, lights were turning off and Jackolanterns were being put out. It was time to go home but when you whipped your head behind you…your guardian wasn’t there.

“Papa?”

Only being met with the silence of the night. Even the crickets weren’t making any sound and you were all alone. You took a deep breath in and out, while trying to keep yourself calm you heard a rustle in the tree above. You looked above in time only to see something black and furry fall on your face. You didn’t scream you didn’t flail as you calmly removed the object from you to find that it was just a spider decoration.

You breathed a sigh of relief as you saw a string pull it back into the tree as you continued on thinking of where your home is. It wasn’t far but it did seem longer as you had no one to hold hands with. But this was okay. You're a big kid. After all you did go trick or treating today and that was a successful quest in its own right.

“Awwwwooooooh!”

You heard a mighty howl that had you scanning the area surrounding you, seeing no one but still feeling alarmed you walked a little faster. You were once again back in silence before hearing a gruff breathing growing nearer. You didn’t stop, you only sped up not enough to run but enough to stay a distance away from whatever had begun tailing you. Still hearing and now feeling whatever this was growing closer, you decided on a plan.

Breaking into a sprint you let your little legs carry you as far as you could. Getting tired you looked for an opening before seeing an open gate with a dog house. Without thinking you tucked yourself inside letting whatever was following you pass by in a confused state.

In the dark of the dog house you can see the soulless eyes of a pitbull.

“Oh sorry for using your space….uh you can have these for payment.”

You reached into your bag fishing out the packaged sliced apples a loud woman insisted you have. Opening the bag and laying the slices on the ground the dog happily munched on the fruit slices as you gave a good scratch to his head. With slight difficulty you shoved your costume out of the doorway before turning around to blow a kiss.

“Bye baby, enjoy the apples!”

You went along your way remembering the path to your house being sure to look at your surroundings. And as you neared your house you did find something odd: a drying trail of red liquid that started on the sidewalk that led to a patch of trees. You gulped before committing to follow the burgundy splotches in the dirt to an out of place box. It was giant and wooden, surrounded by chains that seemed to have fallen off. As you got closer you made a shocking discovery.

“Pee--yew! This stinks.”

You exclaimed to yourself as you lifted its lid. It was really heavy and you could hold it just enough to see what was inside. It was a mass of something and definitely responsible for the stench you smelt so easily. There were bugs all around and in it, you couldn’t handle it anymore, dropping the lid to wave the air in front of your nose as you walked back to the path, shaking in disgust before making your way back home.

You had finally made it to your doorway already seeing the familiar silhouettes making frantic movements along with the muffled shouts of the family. You were going to knock before the feeling of being watched took over. Like you had many times before scanned your surroundings falling on the easily missed fellow in a suit. Across the street he looked deep in thought as he stared at your house. So invested that he failed to notice you come up beside him and tug at his sleeve.

“Hi there Sir, I like your costume.”

You motioned to the red paint on his face. He didn’t respond, he just kept looking at you. You thought for a moment realizing he must be shy and since he was staring at your house he must have wanted to trick or treat. You gave him a sorry look before reaching into your bag.

“I’m sorry we finished Trick or Treating for the night but here you can have this.”

Grabbing his hand you open it and close it to hold the candy bar. You pat his hand and flash a smile before skipping back to your house and finally knocking on the door. With hardly any time passing at all the door swung open and multiple pairs of hands came and grabbed you pulling you inside to smother you with hugs and kisses.

“Waaahhhh (Y/n) why were you out so late!? Why didn’t you come back, right away!!?”

“Were you scared baby? Papa came back without you. I was so worried.”

“(Y/n)...you’ve been through a scary experience, are you sure you want to go ‘Trick or Treating’ again?”

The room falls into a silence as you finish hugging your father who has a hard time letting you go even as you pull away to answer.

“Uhm uh..”

Everyone seemed to lean closer as you thoughtfully mulled over your night. Before coming to a conclusion at which you nodded to yourself.

“Yes! I want to do it again!”

A collective groan sounded from your mothers as your father loudly laughed only quieting when he felt your tiny hand push at his chest.

“But uhm, maybe you shouldn’t come with me since you just left me right after it was over…”

You weren’t joking and Uzui Tengen took that to heart. It was all a part of his plan and he truly was watching you the whole time. His previously laughing face had turned into one of horror as his wives began to laugh at him.

Subtly pushing for you to sit on the couch Makio and Suma helped you take off your costume to get ready for your bed-time routine while Hinatsuru fixed you a warm glass of milk. You recounted your adventure as they nervously looked at one another before hyper-focusing on their respective tasks.

“And then I met this one guy who was dressed up as that one singer with the nightmare music video!”

“A singer?” Hinatsuru sent a look to the no longer frozen in horrified shock, Uzui who perked up at your revelation.

“Yeah, he wanted to come inside but *Yawn* I gave him some candy instead.”

Carefully handing you your warmed cup of milk Hinastsure let Makio and Suma fight over how to put you to bed. You sleepily waved as you disappeared into the hall with a bickering Suma and Makio.

“Uhm Uzui…did you see anyone that matched that description?” Her lilac orbs were already ashaken with concern as her husband didn’t respond, only looking cryptically at the sidewalk across from their house.

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blueberrypancakesworld · 2 years ago

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What do the Sakamaki brothers do when you cry Part 2

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Kanato : He was putting a new dress on one of his beautiful dolls when your crying reached his ears. ,, It really is annoying, isn't it Teddy?" he asked the question and got his answer. He almost tore the white fabric of the dress out of anger. He wanted his peace and when he wanted it and then was disturbed. Hate and anger ran through him when he simply appeared in her room. To his surprise he was wrong, Y/n was not here.

But this only annoyed him even more. ,, How dare she," he muttered before listening again. It seemed to come from outside the walls. It was almost daytime and although he did not need to sleep he felt the slight exhaustion. "All this just for her," he thought, feeling strange at the thought. Normally he would not run after her and yet he did. Why did he do it ?

But even when he hugged Teddy a little tighter he got no answer. Only when he was out of the room again he found her quickly. ,, What are you doing there?" he asked coldly when he found her next to the garbage containers. Y/n winced, she hadn't heard him come in. She wiped away her tears to look more composed. ,, Kanato, what are you doing here?" she asked a question instead and he hated it. ,, Answer me!" he suddenly shouted at her and she shrank back in fear. ,, I couldn't find it in my bed and then after a long search I found it here," she answered, showing the purple-haired man an older stuffed animal, now slightly tattered from the rough treatment. It was he who had put the stuffed animal there. Maybe and even if it was his house and his right. She was just a visitor. The laughter of Kanato drew confusion and anger through her expression. ,, This is the reason how childish Y/n. Only a human could think of such a thing, it's stupid!" he laughed and his purple eyes were full of joy. It hurt, he saw and heard her heartbeat increase. Had he hurt her? Was he allowed to hurt her like that...a woman? Was it right ? His laughter stopped and he became silent instead his gaze went to Teddy and with a blink he was gone. So Y/n was left with her destroyed favorite cuddly toy. Alone.

A few days later after the purple haired one was in an involuntary discord. He was actually cold and wanted to punish her for his disturbance. And yet...the sight of her crying when he thought about it was sad and almost pitiful. So it came that he found himself in front of her room a few days later. He went in and found her sitting on the bed with a book. ,, Kanato, can I help you?" she asked and for a moment he thought she would be all right. But he saw how her eyes remained fixed on his teddy. ,, No, I have something for you," he said almost childishly and pulled out a new cuddly toy from behind his back. She took it and stroked the soft fabric. ,, Thank you Kantao, but why?" she thanked him and still asked as her hands held the animal. ,, A woman should not be made to cry. That's why I'm giving it to you," he said and even gave her a small smile. ,, If that's how it is...there's something nice about a sweet little cupcake. Shall I bake us something?" she suggested and got up from the bed to go to Kanato. He grabbed her hand and pulled her with childish joy behind him into the kitchen. Maybe his feelings were as sweet as her joy.

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Laito : No fun. He just couldn't find anything amusing. Nothing at all. His brothers and half-brothers were not a fun pastime. Laito was lying on the couch in the foyer, his hat blocking his view, but he was not tired. It was too early and sleep was not something he wanted. Everything seemed so incredibly unexciting. School was boring and playing darts for some prize to annoy his brothers would lead nowhere. His pale fingers played with his tie and he was about to sigh when he heard something. A certain sound that reached his ears. He straightened up and listened to the sound. ,, She's crying," he muttered, because there was no other way his brothers could be crying. And if they did, it would be a special sight. But no, he heard the increased heartbeat and the sniffling. She was crying but why? What had happened that his sweet Y/n was crying. Lifting himself from the couch and adjusting his hat, he teleported with his grin to her room. Maybe he would get some entertainment after all. He knocked, of course, he could have just come in and maybe he would take her out of an interesting moment. He opened the door even though his Y/n had said nothing. He entered closed the door behind him and to his surprise he found her standing in front of the mirror. A dress snaked along her body and yet it didn't quite seem to fit over her back. ,, Did you want me to find you exposed like this?" he purred and approached her. Her arms crossed in front of her breasts, which were covered by a bra. ,, No, please, just go," she said, and he heard how brittle her voice sounded. But whether it was the bewitching smell of her or his own lust he didn't know himself. Instead, he stepped behind her and his cool, fine-lidded fingers ran over the bare spot on her back. Goosebumps formed and he smirked. ,, Just enjoy it," he murmured and was about to bend down to her when he heard the sniffling again. ,, You don't need that dress, you look much better without it," he tried in his own way, but only got another crying sound. ,, Please just go," she said again and tried to push him away.

Of course it was an effort for her but he didn't even notice her pushing. "Kind of sweet," he thought, but the tears ruined the image. Under other circumstances he would welcome her crying and begging but it reminded him of something. Something he repressed. Without a word and without paying any attention to her, he disappeared. Mixed feelings were inside him. But above all, why did he pity her? And why did his heart ache so much at the sight of her? So he retreated to his own room and fell into a deep mental battle. A few days later, Y/n found a note lying on her bed. Written in fine black ink, Laito asked her to come to the piano.

Briefly, her shared moment in front of the mirror flashed. She had been crying and wanted to calmly deal with it alone. She could not bear his manner at that moment. Nevertheless, she did not want to be angry and went upstairs to the piano. To her surprise, the room was lit by many candles with a greenish glow. ,, Good evening Y/n" he greeted her softly and took her hand before kissing it gently. ,, It is pretty," she said and looked around a bit before he gently but firmly directed her to the piano. They both sat down at it and she looked at him slightly questioningly. ,, I'll teach you, I...got a little carried away. I don't want to see you cry again" he said sincerely and he waited for her answer. ,, I would like to learn and the dress was not your fault. I-I think I've put on a little weight and that's why it doesn't fit anymore," she admitted, but as soon as the words were spoken she felt his hand on her cheek. ,, Oh my Y/n you are beautiful as you are believe me" he said and gave her a surprisingly chaste kiss on the cheek. ,, In my eyes you are perfect" he purred before the piano began to play under his fingers. He saw her heartbeat increase. His knowing perverse grin returned and for the first time he enjoyed her lovely smile which was not veiled by lust.

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Subaru : The transition of day and night was beautiful. How the sun set and the moon rose. As if a second world was being brought forth. The youngest of the brothers watched on the windowsill and looked out as the sun and moon alternated. But inside him there was anger at a certain annoying sound. She was crying, the human guest was crying. And he hated it he hated that noise...and he hated that he felt bad about it. He didn't want to feel that sorrowful feeling. It made him sick and something he tried to suppress only made the whole situation worse. His hand formed into a fist before he teleported from the windowsill into the garden. He heard her hear the rapid heartbeat and something else. Something sweetly desirable came towards him. It was more beguiling than the smell of the roses that stretched too many times in the garden. The white innocent roses seemed to have no meaning in contrast to their smell. ,, You're bleeding!" he said louder than he meant to. Y/n was standing with her back to him and had not heard him coming. She flinched briefly in fright before turning around. ,, I pricked myself on the thorns" she said sniffling softly and to his sorrow it was more than just a wound. The red blood flowed down her finger. ,, You're putting yourself in danger stop the bleeding!" he said instead and his uneven eyes were full of anger. She had wiped away the tears that shrouded her eyes, but still one flowed down her cheek. He wanted to wipe them away. That feeling of pity and care. He had to go.

With a blink from her side, he was gone, leaving her hurt. Only a few hours later, a dull sleep was heard in the building. "Damn it," he thought, cursing his feelings, and pulled his hand back from the wall. A crack had formed and a dent was in the stone wall. But what made him look at the door was the opening of a door. ,, Subaru, are you all right?" he heard her worried voice. Worried also he was worried about her. He had admitted that to himself. ,, Yes," he said quickly and sat back on the windowsill. Uncertainty crossed his gaze. He made a short movement and signaled her to come closer. Whether it was her blood or his desire, he did not know. He pulled her slightly closer to him and felt her heartbeat clearly. ,, Does it still hurt?" he asked, looking over her. Y/n simply shook his head. ,, Good...if you hurt yourself on the roses again, come to me. I don't want the others to help before me" he confessed and enclosed her in a loving but slightly possessive embrace. ,, Please do not hit the walls anymore. I don't want you to hurt yourself," she said into the embrace, hugging him slightly tighter. He was glad that she didn't see his face, because if she did, she would see the slight red. And yet he also hugged her a little tighter. Always careful not to hurt his flower and to face his feelings, which were perhaps more than he wanted to admit.+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

There will be another Parts for the Mukamis and Tsukinamis. Bye

#diabolik lovers #kanato sakamaki #laito sakamaki #subaru sakamaki #x reader #fluff #laito x reader #kanato x reader #subaru x reader #big fluff #angst #hurt/comfort #hurtful

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omori-aus-archive · 11 months ago

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Chapter 11: Realize and Repent

Mari soon found herself accompanying her brother during his time awake, mainly through his subconscious, like Omori did.

Given that Sunny was rarely in a talkative mood outside of his friends and loved ones, the siblings usually spent these moments in silence.

Of course, that wasn't a bad thing. These moments were genuinely comfortable and both Sunny and Mari didn't want people to think Sunny was hallucinating or think Mari was dead.

Mari thought about trying to convince her brother to confessing to Mincy and Kel, but opted not to, both due to not wanting to invade Sunny's privacy and not wanting to repeat her mistakes.

The girl tried to help her little brother with the ever-looming stress of the move....

She knew how hard this was for him. Even now, she also couldn't believe this was happening.

She didn't understand why.

And that's what upset her the most.

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During the next month, during the weekend, Sunny got a very surprising visit....

Aubrey.

Mari whispered to Sunny that she would remain silent unless he needed her, before leaving Sunny by his lonesome for the time being.

The boy quietly invited Aubrey in, before asking, "You want anything...?"

The pinkette shook her head, "I'll be fine, thank you....", before sitting on the couch.

Sunny sat on the opposite side from her, quietly asking, "How are you...?" Aubrey sighed, shaking her head tiredly, "I don't know.... And that's not a joke. There's a lot going on."

The boy nodded as his childhood friend continued, "I'm angry with Basil. I can't find it in me to be angry with you. I hate my mother's treatment of me. You're moving."

"It feels like the world has gone out of control...." She added. "Or maybe it was like that to begin with...and we were all too young to understand that."

Sunny nodded again, curling up and lowering his head.

It seemed...Aubrey had similar problems that he was having....

"What about Mari...?" The boy asked hesitantly, not wanting to upset the pinkette with a touchy subject.

At first, Aubrey merely raised her eyebrow in confusion, before closing them with a sigh, realizing that Sunny was referring to the recital practices that ultimately led to the accident in the first place.

She lowered her head with a sad expression, before rubbing her eyes.

"...What am I supposed to say, Sunny?" She asked. "As much as I understand what was going on, there's just as much hurt there too."

The boy nodded, staying quiet to let Aubrey speak her thoughts.

"I'm as upset as I am sympathetic towards you two." The pinkette explained, before rubbing her eyes. "I don't mean that in like an asshole-ish way...! It's just...!"

....

She soon trailed off, finding herself unable to continue.

In response, Sunny scooted over and held her hand. The other teenager sighed tiredly and leaned against Sunny, whispering, "This fucking sucks...and I don't know how to handle it."

Sunny nodded with a sad expression, giving Aubrey's hand an affectionate squeeze.

"Enough about me, though. What have you been up to...?" The pinkette asked. "You know...besides this...moving thing?"

The boy blinked, before asking, "You willing to hear me mouth off about Kel, Mincy, and Mari's friends?"

Aubrey gave a small smile, "Only if you're willing to hear me chat about my new friends."

....

Aubrey ultimately stayed the night, while Sunny told Mari and Omori everything that had happened.

Mari felt her heart swelling with some much joy that night.

She couldn't be prouder. Both of her little brother and Aubrey.

Omori: Recovery Route (A Coma-Mari AU by pyroanime2k16)

A/N: Sorry. No special cover this time. Also, this will primarily focus on Mari and Sunny's interactions, as that's what I write best.

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Chapter 1: Case Of Awareness

Mari would've had to be a fool in order to NOT notice what her brother was going through.

Even now, as they were practicing for the recital one more time, the girl could tell how stressed Sunny seemed.

She could tell that he was growing tired and frustrated with the constant practice of the recital. Her perfectionism and their father's expectations certainly weren't helping and she knew it....

The older of the two siblings wanted to apologize in some way. A way that could actually be felt.

Mari was also worried about straining or ruining her sibling relationship with Sunny.

Eventually, the practice ended and Sunny quietly left the room. Mari felt a sickening feeling in her abdomen.

....

And then there was the sound of something shattering on the floor, cuing Mari to immediately stand up and rush to the foyer, spotting a broken violin at the bottom of the stairs.

The teenage girl paled. She screwed up. She was certain that she had fucked up now....

Especially when she turned to face Sunny, who was struggling to calm down. He was heaving, his arms shaking as he tried...and failed to take in deep breaths.

Mari went up the stairs. She had to fix this. She let this happen for too long. She had to do something to make up for it.

"Sunny...?" The teenager called out, cuing the boy to instinctively turn away. "Sunny, please look at me."

The boy didn't say anything for a few moments, before mumbling, “Please leave me alone….” His sister shook her head, “Brother, please talk to me…!”

“Mari, please stop….” The boy mumbled at a volume that was to quiet to hear. He was struggling to keep himself calm.

He wanted to run. He wanted to leave.

"Please just...talk to me, Sunny...!" The teenager pleaded. "Please let me try to help...!"

The boy shook his head, trying to block the words out. He needed to leave. To be alone to calm down.

Eventually, after a few more moments of back and forth, Sunny just...couldn't take it anymore and chose to push Mari away to give him some distance....

...Except both parties forgot that they were on top of the stairs. Upon being pushed, Mari's bad knee ultimately buckled painfully, causing her to fall towards the stairs....

Almost on pure instinct and in a state of shock, Sunny lurched forward and grabbed Mari's hand with his left, holding the railing with his right.

Almost immediately, the boy's weak grip began slipping, cuing him to tighten his hold as much as he could. The two siblings looked at each other, still in shock by what just happened.

The older of the two siblings, much to Sunny's surprise, just gave a weak and sad smile as the boy's grip ultimately failed.

The boy could only watch in horror as his sister collapsed on the stairs and tumbled to the floor.

The boy stood in fright and silence, before eventually working up the courage to walk down towards Mari. Of course, he understandably assumed that she was dead....

That he accidentally killed his own sister....

Then he heard the very faint sound of breathing. After kneeling down and putting his ear near his sister's face, he was able confirm it.

The breathing was obviously strained...as a result of severe pain and a near-fatal incident....

But Mari was miraculously alive. Unconscious, but alive....

Though, before he could react to that, Sunny realized that there was another person in the house...right in the front doorway as he glanced up.

"Basil...?" The boy whispered, noticing the equally shocked and frightened blonde.

Basil then asked in a shaky voice, "I-Is she...?" "She's...alive.... Needs help. NOW...." Sunny responded as attempted to control his breathing.

"Get Kel and Hero's mom or dad...." The boy pleaded, which resulted in the blonde rushing next door in a panic....

...Leaving Sunny alone to hold Mari in his arms and whisper apology after apology....

#omori #mari omori #omori au #omori mari #omori sunny #sunny omori #recovery route au #omori omori #omori basil #omori kel #omori hero #omori aubrey #tw coma #tw hospital setting

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you-are-my-joy · 4 years ago

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The Return of an Empress | 08

Title: The Return of an Empress

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Genre: Isekai, Angst, Romance, Fluff, Smut (Later on), Slow burn

Characters: Empress!Reader, Advisor!Jin, Advisor!Yoongi, General!Hoseok, Advisor!Namjoon, Assassin!Jimin, Knight!Taehyung, Knight!Jungkook

Word count: ~9.2k

Summary: After one fateful night, you find yourself transmigrated into your favorite novel as the Empress that shares the same name as you. As a bookworm, most would think you’d be happy, but how could you be happy when the Empress you’ve become is expected to be killed in three months. The only thing on your mind now is to learn how to survive.

Warning: May contain depictions of violence and mentions of abuse throughout the story.

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“Here you go, your majesty,” Joy offers you a glass of water before preparing your bed for you to sleep in.

Your eyes soften at the girl, “Thank you Joy,” you gratefully take the water and nearly drink it in one gulp. Absolutely exhausted after everything that has happened.

“Long day?” Joy teases as she takes the now empty glass from your hand.

You let out a long sigh, stretching your arms above your head, “don’t even get me started.” Joy purses her lips, giving you a sad expression as she can see how tired you were, both mentally and physically. She wishes she could help further, but the most she could do is attend to your needs, but honestly, that’s all you really need at the moment.

To say it was a long day would be an absolute understatement as you recall the events that occurred. From the morning of the beheadings, to dealing with reporters, and finally to consoling a crying Yoongi, yup, it was most definitely a very long day.

You close your eyes as you think about your time with Yoongi just a few hours ago.

Yoongi sniffs before pulling away, his red puffy eyes looking at your now damp shoulder, suddenly feeling embarrassed for breaking down right in front of you. But that doesn’t stop him from grabbing hold of your hands, “I’m so sorry for everything, for not being there for you when you need me the most,” his tearful gaze staring straight at you, glossy eyes on the verge of producing more tears.

He continues as he lets out a shaky breath, “I’m sorry for giving up on you,” his voice cracks as a fresh batch of tears begin to form in his eyes.

You give him a soft smile as you reach a hand to wipe away at his tears, “I forgive you,” you whisper softly.

Yoongi closes his eyes, savoring this moment as you caress his cheek gently. “You shouldn’t,” he whispers as he tearfully looks at you with a downcasted look.

However, you two didn’t stay in that position for long as your presence was urgently needed elsewhere when Joy called for you. You remember looking back regretfully towards Yoongi, but he only nods, understanding that you’d be busy with the whole scandal. He ushered you out of the room, gingerly placing his palm to your back. Promising to speak to you privately when the whole ordeal dies down.

And so despite having such a long day, you can’t help but feel like things worked out in the end. You no longer have to deal with Lee Joong-Gu nor do you have to worry about Yoongi. You had always planned to reconcile with Yoongi at some point in the future, but you never imagined it would transpire like that, with the usual cold advisor breaking down his walls and sobbing in your arms. But you can't help but feel like a weight is off your shoulder.

The only thing on your mind now is what’s going to happen when you’re attending the meeting tomorrow. Because for the first time since you’ve arrived in this world, all eight of you would be present in the same room. You’re not sure how that would turn out considering how tense it was when only five men were in the same room. You can only imagine what would occur with all seven, but you try to remain positive, only hoping that the meeting would run as smoothly as possible.

This was probably one of the most awkward things you’ve ever had to sit through.

Here you are, all eight of you sitting around in a circular table in complete silence as you eye the men wearily. Initially it was only just going to be you, Hoseok, and the three advisors, but the three youngest insisted that they attend this meeting as well. And yet, no one has the courage to speak up in front of each other. The only sounds coming from Taehyung’s fingers tapping against the hardwood in a steady beat. Meanwhile the rest of the men fidget in their seats impatiently, avoiding eye contact with one another.

You let out a sigh, unable to handle this any further. Here goes nothing. You clear your throat, immediately gaining everyone’s attention, “Thank you for being here everyone, we have a lot to talk about.”

Hoseok nods his head, crossing his arms, “indeed we do.”

You turn your attention to Namjoon sitting in front of you, “I’m sure you have a list of things to discuss about,” you wave your hand, “take it away,” you lean back in your chair crossing your legs, ready for whatever's about to come.

Namjoon looks down at the countless documents in front of him as he skims through its contents, “we need to first discuss what we plan to do with former Grand Duke Lee Joong-Gu.” Offering you a tentative glance before looking through the documents once more.

You hum, leaning against the arms of your chair, “Who will be inheriting the late grand duke's wealth?” you ask curiously.

“His eldest daughter, Lee Yuri, is the heir,” Namjoon answers without raising his head to look at you.

Suddenly, Jin speaks up, “We should thoroughly investigate her and the rest of the family,” he glares down at the documents as if they were cursed, “his butler turned himself in for knowing about the drugs, who’s to say more people don't know about it either. We should take them away and put them in the dungeons before that happens.” You hear many of the men murmur their agreement to his statement.

You, however, try to avoid eye contact, pretending to busy yourself with looking over the documents, trying not to act suspicious because you know she’s innocent. Despite being a god awful human being, the grand duke truly did love his family and made sure that they never knew about the drugs in hopes of protecting them. If he ever got caught, he didn’t want to bring them down with him. His only decision in life that you agreed on.

You nod, “we will go through with investigating his family.” You didn’t want to, knowing they were innocent, but how could you explain yourself without them thinking you’ve gone crazy.

You raise your head to look around the room, “however, the investigation will commence a week after today.”

Hoseok furrows his eyebrows, “I’m sorry but I have to disagree,” he butts in, “we need to take them into custody just to play safe. What if they hide every evidence of their involvement during that time frame?”

There are none. Is what you want to say. But you know without any proof to back up your claim, they would never believe you.

“They just witnessed the beheading of their father, that’s not something that’s easy to get over. We should give them time to grieve,” you suggest. You watch the rest of the men eye each other wearily, clearly opposed to your idea.

“Their father is a criminal,” Yoongi grinds out with clenched teeth.

“Does that automatically mean they’re criminals as well?” you question with a raised brow.

He crosses his arms as he leans back against his chair, lips pursed with displeasure, “the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.”

“Just because he was their father doesn’t mean they share the same morals,” you defend.

Jin only sighs, “I understand where you’re coming from, but chances are, they probably knew about it too. We shouldn’t risk anything and take them in,” his tone cold and disapproving.

“Let’s put it this way,” you start, “they’re automatically being labelled as criminals just because they’re his family without any solid evidence,” you furrow your eyes, waving your hand around, “does that sound fair to you?”

The men remain silent, urging you to continue, “You have to also think about what they’re going through. Because not only has their father betrayed the empire, he betrayed them, surely that’s not a good feeling to have. Their family reputation is in shambles because of him all because he chose his greed over his own family,” your voice rising with each passing second.

Hoseok cocks a brow, both surprised and confused over your sudden behavior, “why are you so persistent with this?”

“Because I don’t want to be responsible for-“ their death.

You stop yourself. You got too emotional and nearly almost blurted out something you shouldn’t.

In the sequel to the story, where the Grand Duke finally gets exposed, it’s revealed that not only does he have to pay the price for his crimes, but his family does too. The boys were far too emotional to make any rational decisions due to the scandal. In their fit of anger and need for revenge, they investigated and apprehended every family member of the criminals associated with the drugs, starting with Lee Joong-Gu’s.

They didn’t care that the family was still in the early stages of grief, because to them, they were just the family of the man that ruined their lives.

And for that reason, they didn’t care when they got ridiculed publicly or when their name was absolutely stomped on in the tabloids. Even when they were proven to be innocent, they didn’t do anything to stop the harsh treatment they received from society.

His family never had time to grieve, their emotions bottled up due to all the attention they were receiving. Where the eldest daughter was essentially known as the daughter that killed the late empress, despite her efforts in trying to rebuild their reputation that title followed her everywhere she went.

And when the entire family took their own lives, unable to handle the bankruptcy and excessive bullying, the empire rejoiced. They were innocent, yet their lives were ruined all because they trusted someone who promised to protect them. It wasn’t fair.

“Your majesty?”

You blink, “huh?”

Jimin eyes you in concern, “You didn’t want to be responsible for what?”

You clear your throat, an attempt to compose yourself as you try to to avoid their prying eyes, “I didn’t want to be responsible for ruining people’s lives if they turned out to be innocent.”

Yoongi scowls, clearly against your decision, “You’re being too lenient,” he points at the document angrily, “they could retaliate and avenge their father!”

You suck in a deep breath, calming down as you stare deep into his eyes, “Yoongi do you trust me?”

He stills for a moment, before his eyes soften at this. He hesitates before nodding his head reluctantly, “yes, I do.”

You offer him a weak smile, thankful and surprised he admitted to that so easily, “then please trust in me on this as well,” your pleading eyes boring into his.

Yoongi sighs, before slumping down in his chair in defeat, wanting to avoid conflict after somewhat reconciling with you the day before. He didn’t want to risk causing more tension when you two have a lot more to talk about. So for now, he’ll just have to suck it up and deal with it.

You look around the room, immediately taking note of their displeased expressions, “any objections?”

Suddenly the sound of a chuckle echoes around the room as Hoseok shakes his head, “seeing as how Yoongi hyung wasn’t able to get through you, neither of us have a chance,” he leans on the table with a smirk, “let’s hope her majesty’s judgment is correct.”

You turn your head back to Namjoon, “alright, what’s next on the list.” But before he could utter a word, Jimin suddenly rises to his feet.

“Wait!” he calls out, causing you and many of the other men to jump in surprise, he sends you all a sheepish smile before continuing, “there’s something important I need to say,” you watch as he chews on his bottom lip, lost in deep thought wondering how to explain himself, his expression tight and strained.

You nod your head, giving him permission to speak. He runs his fingers through his hair with shaking hands as he lets out a low chuckle, “I believe now is the time to break my fingers.” He stares at you, shoulders slumped while doing so.

You frown, “Why would I do that?”

“Because I broke our promise,” his head hangs low, unable to look you in the eye, “I wasn’t able to protect you.”

You thought for a moment, tilting your head, “I’m sorry Jimin but can you explain more?”

He nods, straightening his posture, “The night of the ball, after the criminals were apprehended,” he starts before carefully thinking of his next words, “there were spies in the area,” his voice low and tense.

Everyone freezes, as they process what he said. Spies?

“There were spies in the area?” Jin asked, rephrasing the statement into a question as though it were a surprise as he leans on the table.

Just when you thought you had nothing else to worry about, here comes Jimin dropping a huge bomb on all of you. You begin to feel immensely anxious, as this has never occurred in the novel, but seeing how much you've managed to change the story from the original plot, you’re not entirely surprised.

You clear your throat, stomach contracting into a tight ball, “can you please describe what happened?” you know this would only stress you out more, but you needed to know all the details.

Jimin bites his bottom lip, “I was watching the scene from above the dome ceiling, when I saw movement from the corner of my eyes,” he hangs his head low, feeling ashamed over his actions, “I was so immersed in the scene from below that I didn’t do my job correctly and only saw the spy at the last minute.”

He lets out a shaky breath before turning to you, his eyes brimming with tears, “They managed to escape, I’m sorry,” his voice cracking and tight. You want to go and soothe him, but you couldn’t bring yourself to move at the sudden stab of anxiety in your gut.

The men stiffen at the sudden revelation, fidgeting in their seat as their eyes dart between everyone’s shocked faces around the circular table.

“It gets worse,” Jimin adds in a low voice causing everyone to snap in his direction.

Jin lets out an exasperated sigh as he rubs his temples, “How could it get any worse than this?”

Jimin gives you all a weak smile, “There was more than one,” he confesses, voice edged with tension.

Taehyung chokes on his own spit, “What do you mean there were more than one?” His voice rose an octave in disbelief.

Jimin’s lip grows thin and firm, he explains to the group how when he was chasing after the person, an onslaught of arrows flew past his head before he could even grab hold of the person’s cloak. Too many arrows at a time to be just one person.

Namjoon groans, already feeling the uncomfortable ache in his head developing beneath his temples as he buries his head in his hands, “I thought once the drugs were dealt with, we’d have nothing major to worry about,” he raises his head, his tired expression showing, “now you’re telling me we have to deal with spies too?”

Taeheyung sighs tiredly, “took the words right out of my mouth,” he turns his head to you, “seems like her majesty has a lot of enemies.”

Truthfully, you knew many people opposed the empress, most of them were nobles who lost their power and authority when she began her reign. And for that reason, you’re unable to deduce the list to one person. You groan, slumping lazily on your seat as you lean against the chair.

Hoseok’s mouth quirk upward, slightly amused at your posture, “could it be an old fling enacting their revenge? How many people have you been with again?” he teases as he leans on the table, an attempt to lighten the mood seeing how stressed you’ve become.

You glare in his direction, not at all in the mood to laugh at any jokes, “mind your own business,” you grumble.

But the man only laughs as he grins back at you, “I’m not sure you’re aware of this, but you are my business, Y/n.”

This especially doesn’t go past Yoongi as his eyes widen by his statement, “Y/n?” he questions in disbelief.

Jin looks up at Yoongi, eyeing his reaction, “her majesty gave Taehyung and Jungkook permission to address her by her name,” he explains, careful not to set the advisor off with his words, but he cocks a brow in Hoseok's direction, “although I was unaware she extended this to Hoseok.” But the said man only shrugs.

You flinch when Yoongi and Jimin whirls their head in your direction, face unreadable as their hardened eyes stare you down. You clear your throat, straightening your posture as you stare at everyone, “well, I was actually planning on extending this to all of you at some point during this meeting,” you send them an uncertain smile, “guess now is as good a time as any.”

Jin raises a brow, “Really?” his disbelief evident in his expression. Though you give him a small smile, nodding your head in confirmation.

Jimin’s breath hitches, “You’ll allow me to call you by your name, despite failing you?”

Your eyes soften in his direction, “Jimin you didn’t fail me, you saw the spies despite how dark it was outside and informed all of us. That’s more than I could ask for from you,” you reach your hand to wrap around his, squeezing it gently, “you did well, thank you,” you send him a reassuring smile.

You see his eyes becoming glossy as he looks away from your stare, sucking in a breath to compose himself before turning back to you. He squeezes your hand in return as the corners of his lips curve upward, more than grateful for your words.

Jungkook, who has been silently listening and observing this entire time, looks up hesitantly, “what do we do now?”

Everyone in the room looks around, unsure of how to answer his question before you clear your throat, “we don’t know if there are more spies in the palace, I think all we can do is keep this to ourselves for now and just observe our surroundings more closely,” you suggest, watching as the rest of the men nod in agreement.

“This is why you’re the empress,” Taehyung yawns as he stretches his arms above his head, feeling a lot more relaxed as compared to how he was just moments before.

Just then, Jimin stands up, gently pulling on your joined hands for you to rise on your feet as well. “I think that’ll be enough for today.” You watch as Jungkook and Taehyung stand up as well, preparing to leave.

Namjoon shifts in his seat as he stares at them incredulously, “We’re not done!” waving frantically at the countless documents on the table.

“I understand but there was a lot to process during this meeting,” Taehyung states, then points at you, “I personally believe her majesty should let off some steam.”

Instead of giving a snarky reply, Namjoon only groans as he waves you all off. Taehyung quirks a brow, “You surprisingly gave up a lot sooner than I expected.”

But the advisor just lets out a sigh as he gives him a bored expression, “it’s not like you’re going to listen to me no matter what I say, and frankly, I don��t have the energy left in me to make you all stay.” You can tell he was being serious as he stares at you all in a tired manner. Surprisingly, the rest of the men had similar expressions, you had thought Yoongi or Jin would put in their two cents, but contrary to what you expected, they remained silent.

Taehyung winks, “glad we’re on the same page,” he salutes goodbye to the older males, “if you’ll excuse us, we’ll be taking our leave,” he moves to grab hold of your other hand as he begins to lead you three out the door.

You tilt your head, you let them lead you out the room despite being confused over the situation, “What are we doing?”

Taehyung doesn’t turn around, but you can tell he’s smirking, “I was thinking we should do some training,” he starts, “seeing as how there’s spies we gotta worry about now.”

Your eyes widen as you stare at the back of his head, “We?”

You hear Jungkook snicker from beside you as he throws an arm around your shoulder lazily, “Yes, we are going to train.” His grin grew wider at the sight of your horrified expression.

Please have mercy on my soul.

You didn’t realize Taehyung was actually being serious about the whole training session, not until he ushered you into your bedroom calling for Joy to gather a change of lighter clothes that allows you to move more freely. And now here you are in the palace courtyard, absolutely dreading what was about to come.

“Alright, who's going up against our dear empress,” Jimin claps his hands excitedly.

In the next second, Jungkook raises his hand in the air, as Taehyung laughs and pats his shoulder, “Looks like we’ve got ourselves a volunteer.” Jungkook winks at you and you do your best to smile back at him, but if anything it came out more of a grimace.

“I’m betting on Y/n,” Jimin suddenly calls out before pointing at Taehyung, “you’re stuck with supporting Jungkook.”

Taehyung stops walking as he furrows his eyes, “No fair! I had my bets set on Y/n from the beginning!” He whines loudly.

Jungkok scoffs from beside you, carrying two wooden swords in his hands, “Should I be offended that none of you believe in me?”

But Taehyung just shrugs his shoulders, “You’re going up against the empress herself, can you really blame us?”

“Fair enough,” Jungkook grumbles, almost as if he was already admitting defeat as he hands you your sword.

You chuckle nervously, your palms beginning to sweat as you grip on the handle of the sword tightly, “I’m afraid you’re giving me far too much credit,” you joke to hide the fact that you were absolutely terrified when the sparring began. In any other situation, you would be drooling over Jungkook’s biceps, but at the moment, you can’t help but shiver in fear knowing he was strong enough to crush you in a second. At this point you’re desperately praying for muscle memory to finally come to your rescue.

Taehyung huffs, “fine, I’ll place my bets on Jungkook,” he grumbles at last, clearly upset over his current situation.

Jungkook rolls his eyes, “Gee thanks,” he replies sarcastically. “I wasn’t aware we were even betting money on this.”

Jimin smirks as he shrugs, “makes things more interesting, y’know.”

Taehyung whips his head, staring at him incredulously, “Yeah for you! You’re betting on Y/n. You practically win by default!” Taehyung snaps before raising his palm in Jungkook’s direction, “No offense Jungkookie.”

“None taken.”

You shake your head, no longer fazed by their childish banters at this point, “How much are you even betting on,” raising a container, similar to a water bottle, up to your lips.

“50 gold coins.”

You spit out your drink, “50 gold coins?” you cough. During your first few days, you were curious to know the value of those gold coins, so you did a little research in the library. Apparently 1 gold coin was enough to feed an entire village for a month. Now they’re betting 50? “Don’t you think that’s a bit excessive for a measly bet?” your eyes widen as you switch between Jimin and Taehyung.

Taehyung nods as he takes your side immediately, “I agree 100% with Y/n.”

Jimin only rolls his eyes, “You’re only saying that because you’re betting on Jungkook,” he points accusingly.

“And you’re only happy about that cause you’re betting on Y/n!” He snaps right back at him.

Jimin pauses, “Well… I can’t argue with that.”

“See!”

Just then, Jungkook turns to you with a mischievous smile.

Oh no.

“Why don’t we make this even more interesting,” he smirks, wiggling his eyebrows in your direction.

You raise a brow, “I’m listening.” You know nothing good could come out of this, especially at the way he was looking at you.

He smirks, “why don’t we have a bet of our own. Loser fulfils one wish from the winner.”

You hum, before turning your attention to Jimin. “Team meeting,” you call out, gesturing to him to come to you.

Jimin raises a brow before laughing, jogging up to you and wrapping his arms around your shoulders as you huddle in your own ‘private’ space.

“This bet seems kinda risky. You think I should accept it?”

Jimin nods his head seriously, “Of course. I wouldn’t have made a bet on you if I didn’t believe in you completely,” he scoffs before pointing behind him, “I mean look at the kid, does he really look like a hard person to beat?”

You nod, turning your head to eye him down, playing along with him, “You’re right, looking closer he’s really not all that.”

“Guys I can still hear you.”

Jimin waves him off, “Ignore him, anyway I think you should take him up on this offer.”

“Got it. Alright, good discussion.” You two break apart as you look at the now glaring knight. “We’ve come to a conclusion, Jeon Jungkook, I accept this bet.” You stick your hand out, he smirks before you’re both shaking hands in agreement.

You turn to look at Jimin as he gives you a thumbs up with a wide reassuring smile - your very own cheerleader.

You turn your attention back to Jungkook, only for your eyes to widen into saucers when his abs make a sudden appearance. You were definitely not mentally prepared for this as the author never mentioned anything about articles of clothing being removed during training. Jungkook, having noticed your ogling winks at you, “try not to drool too much.”

You only roll your eyes, turning away, embarrassed you were caught staring, “not much to drool over.” Oh who were you kidding, his body was practically sculpted by the gods. And you're sure he knows this too, based on his reaction.

Instead of getting snarky or offended at your words, he only shakes his head with a low chuckle before smirking back at you.

Alright. You admit. That was kinda hot.

You gulp nervously as he begins to stretch, his muscles flexing with every movement. At this point you just hope you make it out alive.

“Showoff,” Jimin exclaims loudly, now sitting on a nearby bench on the side.

Jungkook smirks, “no need to be jealous hyung.” Making a show to flex his muscles even more in ridiculous poses.

Jimin only rolls his eyes before turning his attention back to you, “Y/n, do me a favor and beat his ass.”

You let out a chuckle, “I’ll do my best.”

At this point, you four caught the attention of many passing knights and maids who were initially confused and curious about what was going on. But once they caught on to what was happening, many are now conveniently standing at a distance, pretending to do work when in reality they were anticipating this match just as much as Jimin and Taehyung.

Jungkook smirks up at you, “Ready to feel defeat?” A glint in his eyes screaming trouble.

You let out a huff of air as you stretch your arms and legs, “I’d like to see you try.”

“What should we do regarding the rebellion?”

After the meeting, the three advisors stayed behind after you were seemingly dragged out by the younger boys out the room. Hoseok had to leave soon after as he needed to go do his daily routine of checking up on the knights training. And so that only left the three advisors to their own thoughts.

“Well isn’t it obvious, we step down,” Namjoon states confidently. The three men grow silent as they take in the immense weight that statement holds. The realization that the rebellion that they’ve all planned meticulously for almost a year now, is about to come to an end. They knew stepping down meant finally admitting that the empress has returned and was no longer the tyrant they all detested.

Jin looks around the room wearily, “let’s not speak here, we can talk about it another time,” he whispers. Although the room was quiet and desolate, he didn’t want to take any chances of anyone eavesdropping on their conversation. Especially if it was in regards to the rebellion now that spies were suddenly a problem, “And besides, Hoseok’s not here, we need to know where he stands in all this as well.”

Namjoon nods his head understandingly, “I agree, I think all we can do now, is be careful of our surroundings and wait until we’re in a safe private area to discuss further.” All three men rise to their feet, collecting the documents before heading out the door.

“You know hyung,” Namjoon starts, eyeing Yoongi as they walk down the halls, “I’m glad to hear that you reconciled with Y/n yesterday.”

“Hoseok told us everything this morning,” Jin clarifies.

Yoongi hums, not looking at either men in the eye, “I wouldn’t necessarily say we reconciled completely as there’s still a lot to talk about.”

“Let’s hope that once all this get settled, we’ll all have time to properly speak to each other, I believe we all owe her that much,” Jin clutches the documents in his hands as his eyes narrow down at them, a painful reminder of their mistreatment towards the empress when she was being taken advantage of. Namjoon and Yoongi nod sadly, too ashamed of their past actions to look each other in the eye as a wave of guilt washes over all three of them.

But they don’t dwell on that feeling for long when suddenly a small group of maids and knights shuffles quickly right past them, many buzzing with excitement as they make their way to what seemed like the direction of the courtyard.

All three men turn to face one another, immensely confused over the situation especially when they see more palace staff rushing past them. Curiosity got the best of them before they too began to follow the crowd.

They could almost hear distant cheering as they followed the small group. The closer they got the louder the cheers became. When they rounded the corner, they were surprised to find a crowd of maids and knights huddled around the many windows that were now opened.

And they were especially surprised to find Hoseok being among the bunch. He notices the advisors immediately and waves them over, “C’mon you’re gonna miss the show!” Using his General privileges, he managed to snag his own window to himself to watch the show.

Namjoon raises a brow as he approaches the general, “Thought you had to go observe the knights?”

Hoseok chuckles, “I am,” he states as a matter of factly as he points around the area, “they’re all here.” Well they couldn’t deny that as it almost did seem as though every person present in the palace was at attendance. They wouldn’t be surprised if that actually was the case.

Yoongi winces at the loud cheers around him, “What’s going on?” They were even more confused than ever before as the palace has never been this active in all their years of staying there.

Instead of responding, Hoseok only smiles and nods his head at the window. They all turn and simultaneously widen their eyes at the sight before them.

Jin lurches forward against the open window, “Is that her majesty?!” his eyes bulging out from their sockets at the way you and Jungkook fought, flinching at an especially hard blow that Jungkook gives you, only for you to retaliate with your foot against his face, “They’re going too hard on each other!” he then snaps his head to Hoseok, “Whose idea was-”

“HIT HIM WITH THE OLD ONE TWO, Y/N!” Jimin cheers loudly, standing on the bench, throwing punches in the air.

“C’MON JUNGKOOK DON’T FUCKING EMBARRASS ME! I’M RISKING A LOT OF MONEY FOR SUPPORTING YOU!” Taehyung yells on the side, standing on the bench as well.

Jin deadpans, “Why do I get this feeling like I already know the answer to this question.”

Hoseok bellows loudly, “Because you probably do,” he pats his shoulder, “just enjoy the show hyung, Jungkook and Y/n aren’t going nearly as hard on each other as they would normally do in a real fight.”

Namjoon nods as he leans against the window frame, “He’s right, believe it or not, they’re actually holding themselves back at the moment.” Jin sighs in defeat as he relents and faces the window, desperately hoping this whole thing would end soon.

A shaky breath escapes your lips, as Jungkook breathes heavily from across you. You were surprisingly holding yourself really well against the significantly larger knight, extremely thankful to see muscle memory coming into play as it almost seemed like your body moved on its own. And as a result, it was an exhilarating match between the empress and one of the strongest knights in the empire.

Loud cheers catch your attention as there is now a large group of guards and maids crowding around the area to watch the spectacle, while some maids and knights had a nice view from above through the open windows in the palace. It wasn’t every day they got to see the empress fighting, so they were definitely not going to waste this opportunity.

Jungkook wipes sweat off his forehead, the action catching your eye immediately, “Seems like her majesty is a crowd favorite.”

You chuckle back at him, “Probably cause they know I’m gonna win,” you tease with a wink. You know you’re probably an equally sweaty mess as well but neither one of you seem to mind in the slightest.

Jungkook doesn’t back down as you see a slight smirk forming on his lips, “Don’t get too cocky now Y/n, I was going easy on you earlier,” he readies his stance, “Now, it’s the real deal.” As if proving his statement, he suddenly lunges forward with his wooden sword.

Miraculously, you managed to dodge his attack as you swiftly duck down and move to the side. This catches Jungkook off guard as he had expected you to block his attack at hand, not move away. You take advantage of this as you swing your legs against the back of his knees, causing the knight to stumble forward as he attempts to regain his posture. But you don’t allow him a second to breathe as you continue your attack by kicking his back, causing him to completely lose his balance and fall onto the ground.

You hear multiple people squeal in delight over the move, especially the two loudest in the vicinity.

“OH YEAH THAT’S WHAT I’M TALKIN’ ABOUT!” Jimin cheers with his fists in the air. High-fiving a random knight who was equally as thrilled as him.

Meanwhile Taehyung was pulling at his hairs in frustration, “WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT JUNGKOOK? A COMPLETE DISAPPOINTMENT THAT’S WHAT!”

Jungkook rolls on his back and impressively kicks his feet in the air until he’s back standing. He whirls around to face Taehyung angrily, “You call that supporting?!”

“Kinda hard to support you when she’s clearly kicking your ass!” Taehyung snaps back at him.

Jungkook turns his head around to face you when he hears you giggle, a faint smile on your face as your eyes lock onto one another. He raises a brow, “Her majesty thinks this is funny?”

“Hilarious actually,” you smirk.

This time, it was you who made the first move, you lunged with your wooden sword, swinging it in the air aiming for his chest. Jungkook blocked this with ease, grunting as he roughly pushes you off him, only to give a swing of his own in your direction.

Sucking in a breath, you quickly take a step further behind you, arching your back slightly, just barely dodging the tip of his sword before ducking down and swinging your sword from below.

But this practically does nothing either as Jungkook dodges your attack as well.

The two of you go at it for some time, neither one of you submitting to the other. There was no denying that Jungkook was an extremely talented knight. With the way his calculating eyes analyze your every move, almost predicting what your next attack would be, made it easy for him to defend himself.

But the same could be said about you. You managed to defend yourself surprisingly well. Even having the strength to counter his attacks. A testimony to how the empress gained her position.

Jungkook had long since lost his smirk as his narrowed eyes bore into you, now giving his full concentration in the fight. And with that he steps forward, you get ready to counter his attack, but instead of going for you, he aims his attack at your sword. And before you know it, your sword is thrusted into the air as Jungkook uses all his force for you to lose your grip.

You widen your eyes as you look at the now smug knight before you. You raise a brow. So that’s how you wanna be? You smirk, two can play at that game.

In the next second, Jungkook swings his sword with precision, but you weren’t going to let him take advantage of you, so instead of dodging his attack, you eye the sword's movement and as if everything moved in slow motion, you somehow catch the wooden object right in between your hands.

Jungkook widens his eyes in disbelief. You take advantage of his momentary shock when you twist and throw his own sword to the side with ease.

“If I can’t have my sword then neither can you.”

Jungkook chuckles as he clenches his fist, “fair enough.” He rolls his head, “I always did prefer hand-to-hand combat anyway,” and with that he takes a step back, before bringing his foot in the air aiming for your side. You dodge his attack, and retaliate with your own.

The crowd watches with bated breaths as you two were a perfect match. Where Jungkook excelled in strength, you excelled in skill and swiftness. With his muscles, Jungkook could easily overpower you, but your nimble feet somehow managed to move before he could lay his hands on you, much to his annoyance.

“Stay still,” he says with gritted teeth, a drop of sweat falling down his face.

You let out a tired breath, “never,” you wheeze out, weaving your way out of his reach, successfully dodging his attack once more.

You take a step forward, and with clenched fists you throw a punch aimed towards his stomach, but Jungkook catches your wrist and pulls you forward before turning your body around, wrapping his arms around your shoulder. His biceps successfully caging you in, rendering you motionless.

“BOO HISS,” Jimin exclaims loudly, clearly not a fan of your current predicament.

Taehyung only swats him away, suddenly feeling a surge of confidence over his friend, “C’MON JUNGKOOKIE!”

You feel his bare body pressed against your back as he tightens his hold. His head lowering until you feel his ragged breathing by your ear, “Ready to admit defeat my dear empress?” he whispers lowly causing shivers down your spine. You suck in a breath. Focus Y/n, now is not the time to fangirl.

You look down before smirking, “That would imply that you’ve beaten me, so no,” as disgusting as it sounds, your bodies covered in sweat allowed you to escape his viper-like grip by seemingly sliding out of his grasp. And in one swift movement, you turn your body to face him. He attempts to bring you back by grabbing your forearm, jerking you forward, but you use that momentum to your advantage by raising your knee towards his abdomen.

Jungkook grunts upon impact as he stumbles backwards, you move to kick at his chest, but he catches your ankle mid-air and twists it, careful enough as to not sprain your ankle, but enough force to cause you to lose your balance.

Your breath hitches as you suddenly find yourself laying flat on the ground. Jungkook, having composed himself after your hard blow, lunges forward, you roll away, successfully dodging his feet. But from your position on the ground, you widen your eyes as you notice something laying right beside your head.

Though you don’t have much time to think when suddenly you feel a weight over you as Jungkook roughly turns you around and is now practically on top of you. His legs caging you in like an animal. Looking up, you find that he’s grabbed hold of his fallen sword and is now swinging it in circles calmly from above you.

He smirks triumphantly, “Not going to lie, this is a very nice view,” he snickers as you glare up at him, “any last words before I win?” However, he stops short when he notices a smile forming on your lips. “What?”

You giggle mockingly, “you talk too much,” this time it’s your turn to smirk.

He furrows his brows until he feels something sharp poking him. Looking down, he’s shocked to find that you had managed to retrieve your wooden sword. Which, by sheer luck, was laying right beside your head on the ground and is now pointed directly at his stomach. In a real life scenario Jungkook would’ve died.

And for that reason, you won.

Jimin is seen laughing his ass off as he too realized that the winner in this intense match was indeed you. While Taehyung looks absolutely miserable right beside him as he slumps down in defeat. The two friends expressing a wave of emotions, contrasting one another.

The crowd around you cheers loudly, the sound deafening as if the entire empire were present to watch the spectacle.

Jungkook lets out a low chuckle as he finally admits defeat, “I should’ve known better than to think it would be that easy to beat you,” he states before looking down at you, “but no matter what it seems I can never outsmart her majesty.”

You wink up at him, “better luck next time Jungkookie.” He only smiles softly down at you.

But it’s only now do you realize the position you both were in. His body straddling yours, with his abs on full display right in front of you. You feel blood rush up to your cheeks at his almost predatory gaze, that you can’t handle it and turn your head away from the man on top of you.

You swear you could see him smirk from the corner of your eyes before he shakes head and stands up. He offers you his hand, to which you gratefully reach for before he pulls you up to your feet.

“I can’t believe you lost,” Taehyung whines as both he and Jimin begin to approach the two of you. You giggle at how disheveled Taehyung looked, if you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was the one fighting instead of Jungkook. You can only imagine the thoughts going through his mind with his stress level rising with each passing second.

Though Jimin grins widely as he runs up to you with open arms. You widen your eyes, raising your arms in front of you, “W-Wait Jimin I’m sweaty,” but the boy doesn’t mind as he wraps his arms around your waist and twirls you around.

Jimin laughs, “I knew you could do it!”

You giggle, the sound causing his heart to skip a beat. He widens his grin, finally putting you back down on the ground as he stares at you feeling proud.

You beam back at him, “Thank you for believing in me,” you say sincerely.

His eyes soften as he smiles at you adoringly, “Always.”

“I would just like to clarify I believed in you as well,” Taehyung suddenly butts in, but Jimin pays him no mind as he waves him off.

Just then you suddenly hear clapping, turning around and you find Yoongi slowly approaching you four along with Namjoon, Jin and Hoseok trailing not too far behind him. Despite his calm demeanor, you can tell at closer inspection that he was fighting off a proud smile.

“Good job,” he finally speaks up when he reaches you. Your eyes widen, stunned before looking at his face, trying to confirm if what you heard was right. His cheeks glowing a tint of red when you don’t say anything.

You grin at his sudden timidness, “thank you.” He nods before turning his head, suddenly feeling too shy to look you in the eye. But you don’t comment any more, more than grateful to see him making an effort to act nice.

The three older men finally join the rest of you. Jin lets out a sigh as he eyes both of your bodies being littered with bruises, “now did you two have to go that hard for you to get harmed like this?”

Yoongi scoffs just then, rolling his eyes, “oh quit your nagging old man, they look fine to me.”

Jin lets out an offended noise as he snaps his head to look at him in disbelief, “old man?! Now you listen here-“

Hoseok shoves his way between the older males, successfully silencing the both of them as he grins at you, “that was an amazing show your majesty!” he grins, “when you’re up for it, I want a turn next,” he winks.

You let out a tired chuckle, “It would be an honor to go up against the great Jung Hoseok.” You two smile at each other, you know he was joking, but you can tell there was some truth to his statement.

“Drinks on Taehyung!” Jimin suddenly announces with a wide grin.

The said knight whirls around with comical wide eyes, “That wasn’t part of the deal!”

Jimin laughs tauntingly, “No, the bet was you give me 50 gold coins. And I’m going to use that amount to give everyone here a drink. Let’s party!” he pumps his fist in the air excitedly.

“Shouldn’t you ask Y/n for permission to hold a celebration,” you stifle a giggle at the way Taehyung’s pleading eyes meet yours. You can practically see his body language begging you to listen to his pleas.

But if you’re going to be honest, with everything that’s happened, a moment to let loose and have fun was exactly what you needed. And you’re sure this is something everyone else would appreciate as well. And not to mention, your body being all bruised up was thanks to Taehyung’s brilliant idea to spar. So with that in mind, you give Taehyung a playful wink, turning to the crowd, “Drinks on Sir Taehyung tonight!”

Suddenly a second wave of cheers surround the area that you begin to think even the neighboring kingdoms could hear you.

Taehyung’s jaw drops as the cheers around you seemingly grow louder. The rest of the boys were amused by the whole situation in front of them, reveling in seeing the usual cocky knight get beaten in seconds by one sentence coming out your mouth.

“50 gold coins is nothing,” Yoongi hums, crossing his arms.

Taehyung presses his lips together, narrowing his eyes into thin slits, “A knight's salary is drastically different to the empress’s advisors.”

But the older male shrugs his shoulders with a slight closed-lipped smile, “You’ll be fine. Thanks for the drinks,” he teases, his grin growing even wider at the young knight's apparent annoyed expression.

Namjoon eyes the bruises on your skin in concern, “I believe you should go off to the royal physician before anything else. I can’t have our empress showing up in bruises for everyone to see.”

Jungkook scoffs, “And what about me?”

“What about you?” Namjoon questions with a bored expression.

“I got all bruised up as well! Her majesty isn’t an easy opponent, you know?” as if to prove his point, he makes a show to dramatically point at every bruise, big or small, that you inflicted on him, “Am I not a priority either?”

Namjoon clicks his tongue in displeasure, “you are, but the empress’s health is more important than anything else, don’t you agree?” he asks with a raised brow, as if daring him to challenge his statement.

But Jungkook relents, not having it in him to deny his claim as he agreed to it wholeheartedly. Because to him, you were more important than anything in the world. But Jungkook, being as petty as he is, refused to give him the satisfaction of admitting he was right. So instead he grumbles incoherently under his breath, but you swear you heard him mutter “dickhead” at some point in his rambling.

You laugh loudly, immediately catching the attention of the men around you, their mood instantly brightening as they smile widely staring at you in adoration.

This interaction surely doesn’t go unnoticed by the multiple pairs of eyes around you, as many maids swoon over the scene before them. The empress was surrounded by the seven men who were closest to her. They didn’t think it was possible to see them all together again but here you eight are, laughing and teasing as you’re all in your own little world, proving them all wrong.

“For the record, I let you win,” Jungkook grumbles, pointing a finger towards you as you walk down the halls. After the crowd had dispersed, Namjoon and especially Jin had insisted you both visit the royal physician, neither man was going to take no for an answer, that much you could tell based on their stern expressions and posture.

So here you are, standing beside Jungkook on your way to get your bruises treated. You can only imagine the look on the poor physician’s face when you two enter with sheepish grins.

You giggle, “sure, just keep telling yourself that,” you tease as you nudge his arm.

“It’s true,” he pouts childishly.

“Then how do you explain all the other times you’ve been beaten by the empress, hmm?” You can’t help but tease him, especially when he was acting all high and mighty moments before the fight.

Jungkook only rolls his eyes, “That’s cause i was being a gentleman who just wanted to make you happy.”

You scoff at his lame excuse, playfully pointing at a bruise slowly turning purple on your arm, “you call this being a gentleman?” But you regret saying that statement immediately at the crestfallen look on his face.

His eyes droop as he slowly reaches a hand and gingerly holds your arm in front of him, inspecting the bruises gently, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he utters softly, feeling immensely apologetic, “I just got way too competitive back there.”

You shake your head, smiling it off, “Jungkook I was joking please don’t worry. I knew what I was getting myself into when I agreed to this. If anything I think I should apologize to you for giving you this monstrosity.” You reach your hand out to gently soothe a rather large bruise on his abdomen in the area you kneed him. Jungkook freezes at your touch, gulping nervously when you caress the bruise absentmindedly.

Jungkook turns away in hopes of hiding his growing blush, “It’s really fine Y/n. I’ve been inflicted with far worse bruises before, this is nothing.” He insists calmly, a stark contrast to his racing thoughts.

You let out a sigh of relief, “that’s reassuring.” You take your hand away much to Jungkook’s disappointment.

He clears his throat, “Well since you won,” he playfully gags before laughing when you nudge at his shoulder, “what do you wish for?”

You hum, only now recalling your small little bet from earlier, “Not sure,” you turn to him, “If you had won, what would have been your wish?” You were curious, he seemed to have been fighting with all his might that you were wondering what his wish was for him to exert so much effort.

Jungkook stills, as if contemplating whether he should reveal his desires to you or not. You stop walking at the same time he did, now looking at him curiously. And after a few moments of thinking he made up his mind and turned to you. You suddenly feel anxious at his intense gaze. He still hasn’t said anything so you tilt your head, “Jungkook?” He blinks, “what was your wish?”

“I would’ve asked if I could kiss you.”

...

...What?

In an instant your eyes widen into saucers, in complete disbelief that he would actually confess to that. Neither one of you having the courage to speak as you just silently stare at one another.

He held your gaze, but he was slowly losing his confidence the longer you maintained eye contact. His ears turning a bright red as he’s slowly coming to the realization that yes, he indeed just blurted out his feelings like that.

He hastily turns away, “I-I’m sorry I don’t know what came over me.” And he wasn’t lying, because he too wasn’t sure why he said what he said. In all his years of knowing the empress, never once did he harbor such romantic feelings for her as he looked up to her as one would to a sister. But for some strange reason, this past month he’s been looking at her in a different light. And he honestly has no idea why. Why was he feeling this way after knowing the empress for so long. What changed in the past month for this to happen?

“Do you want to hear my wish?” You finally speak up softly.

Jungkook, though still blushing, nods his head, unable to meet your eyes.

You give him a small smile, “My wish was to make you happy,” you turn to look away when he snaps his head in your direction, suddenly feeling embarrassed, “I know how you get when you lose, so I figured I could use my wish to make you happy. Because your happiness is also my happiness, Jungkook.”

You fidget with your hands as you continue, “So if you want me to fulfill your wish then I will.” At this point, you just wanted to dig yourself a hole and swan dive right into it. You can’t believe the words coming out of your mouth but it’s too late. You said it and now you can’t take it back.

When he remains silent, face unreadable, you begin to stammer nervously, “b-but you don’t have to of course. There’s plenty of other things you could wish for if you-”

But you don’t get to finish your sentence as in the next second, you hear fast footsteps approaching, you raise your head only to suddenly feel a strong grip on your arms pulling you forward until soft pairs of lips land on yours.

You freeze at the sudden realization.

Jungkook just kissed you.

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Written for the Whorehouse Compilation [RAW DOG 1080p] (Try Not To CUM) Collab: Masterlist.

Open wide: the Doctor is IN

Shirabu Keijiro x Female Reader

Doctor Shirabu gives you a very special treatment on your first appointment.

Rating: E for explicit | Don’t read this if under eighteen.

Note: I’m sorry for being this late to the party. The cursed porn search we all have looked at least once (some... lots of times hehehe). THANKS TO @dymphnasprose for the little porn search bar i love them so much ;-; <3 My (very) late contribution to the Whorehouse Server CUMpilation. Thanks for letting me participate Miki! Doctor Shirabu is ready to see you now.

Warnings: POSSIBLE TRIGGERING CONTENT. CONSENSUAL NON-CONSENT. DOCTOR/PATIENT. MEDICAL PLAY. INAPPROPRIATE TOUCHES. WRONG GYNECOLOGICAL EXAM. Breast exam but not really. Corruption Kink. MEDICAL KINK. Use of medical equipment in inappropriate ways. ANAL PLAY. Established relationship clarified at the end: role-play. Poorly researched medical stuff. Overuse of Good Girl.

Word count: ~4.4k

You’re such a cute little thing.

Sitting on top of the big, pristine examination table, waiting for him while wearing an easy summer dress, square heels dangling from one side to the other as your hands fumble with your own fingers on your lap, eyes flying to him immediately as he enters the close space - big, bright eyes shining in the dull white hospital room, framed by beautiful eyelashes and soft makeup. Your tempting lips are almost deployed of lipstick from as much your teeth have punished the plush flesh.

“Hello.” Shirabu greets you with an easy smile, one that he doesn’t really use despite the little effort it takes.

“Oh, hi Doctor.” There’s an anxious smile on your lips and Shirabu feels a tingle start on his fingertips, climb his arm, spread down his back to burn in his guts. You’re so pretty when you’re nervous.

“How are we today? You can come and sit by the chair first.” Shirabu moves calmly, closing the door behind him; carefully turning the key without bringing attention. He’s still testing the waters but he can gather that you’re a trusting one, waiting to hear from him what exactly you need to do and then do it.

“Ahhh, um… I’m good, just came for my annual checkup.” You say while taking a seat on the chairs, only risking one look up at his face, then lowering those eyes onto his coat, clearly reading his name. Your expression seems surprised… but pleased. Is it because he’s young or because he’s attractive? Shirabu can’t decide, but there’s a clear smile in his lips as he looks you over, then circles his way to sit behind the table.

“Is this your first time here? If not, when was your last appointment?”

“Actually,” Your eyes meet his when your head angles up and you scurry them down as if you’re embarrassed. Your lips are once again suffering under your teeth before you free them and speak, “It’s my first. Like, ever.”

“Oh,” Shirabu let’s slip with a breath. There’s too much joy in that little sigh and in his tone when he asks, “Really?”

Your head goes up and down first, fingers fumbling, then you seem to remember that you need to speak with him, “Yes.”

“Do you have a medical file here already? Any complaints I should know?” Shirabu covers the usual bases first, calmly checking his agenda and time, how much he can have with you and how he can extend it.

“Hm… No complaints, except…” You fall silent for a moment and Shirabu can feel the burning in your face all the way through the table.

“It’s okay.” He’s quick to tranquilize you, “I’m your Doctor, you can tell me anything.”

“I think my birth-control is… uh, how can I say this? Making me… a little numb?” You tell him in a low voice, a hint of worry slipping through as you try to send him a little embarrassed smile as if you’re worried he may feel bad about it.

Shirabu is quick to smile back, so pleased at how you relax and melt back into yourself at the sight of it. He can’t help but think you’re such a good girl. “You didn’t answer the first question, though.”

“It’s my first time in the clinic as well. A friend of mine recommended it to me.” You give a precious little giggle as if your nervousness scrambles your train of thought and Shirabu thinks it’s endearing, especially the fact that you’re a pretty little thing who doesn’t know best and you’ve ended right on his lap.

Well, he plans to make the most of it.

“Hmm, understood. So, Miss… Is it Miss?” Shirabu sends you a charming smile, one he knows it’s good, and your eyes seem to flash with something at the sight of it, your throat bobbing right before your lips split in a little smile.

“Yes,” you giggle his way with a little roll of your eyes, as if it’s obvious and he makes a surprised face along with another dazzling smile. Shirabu has smiled more in the last ten minutes than n his whole week and he’s face will soon protest.

“Really? You’re so pretty, I wouldn’t be surprised if someone had already planted a ring on your finger.” God knows he would, and as fast as he could, too.

You bite at your lips to avoid a smile planting itself in your face, eyes fleeing from his as your hands fist your dress and you left a little breathy laugh out. As if he’s being ridiculous.

“Okay Miss, so since it’s your first time doing this check-up, I’ll need you to do a few things for me, okay?”

“Sure, Doctor.” God, that shouldn’t mess him up as it does, the hairs on his arm standing on edge at the delicious sound of it in your voice.

“I’ll need you to go to that bathroom right there, strip all your clothes including underwear and change into the paper gown that’s right on top of a cabinet there. Leave the opening to the front and then come back to sit at that examination table right there. Can you do this for me?”

“Of course, Doctor.” Warmth spreads from his body, rolls thick with his blood around his limbs and starts concentrating south. Jesus, you’ll be his demise like this.

“Good. Now go.”

Once you’re out of sight, Shirabu makes arrangements. And when you come back, clad in nothing but a paper-thin gown that leaves little to the imagination, he buttons his coat as long as it goes. Just to be sure.

His eyes thread carefully over your barely concealed body, enthralled by how your breathing comes in quick puffs of air, goosebumps rising on your skin under the cold temperature of the room. Pressing against the warmth of his palm at the slight touch of his fingers on your shoulder.

“You can sit at the examination table. We’ll start with a breast exam before you lie down, okay?” Shirabu knows his voice is sweeter than usual; carefully built in a trusty tone, words rolling off his mouth a little deeper, a little low - all just so he can assure he has your attention.

“I’ll start with a breast exam and then you can lie down.” He explains his steps one by one, so when he opens the front of the barely existing paper gown, all you do is take a sharp breath and slowly let the air out. So nice. Such a good girl for him.

He carefully brings his fingers to glide over the outskirts of your breasts, pressing on your flesh with steady, slow to warm digits. Shirabu feels as you fidget slowly when he circles the flesh once, slow and deliberate with the pressure he applies. “I’m checking for any unusual lumps around the tissue,” Shirabu tells that so close to your face he can feel the warm wave of air your gasp lets out at his words, and he pretends the little taste does nothing for him despite the way his blood boils in his veins.

He does the same circular motion a second time, then a third time in reverse, and all but grin in his self-satisfied way when he notices the shy nub stand to attention. Your brows are furrowed even from such little stimulation, throat bobbing as your mouth sucks cold puffs of breaths inside your lungs.

Shirabu’s digits slide up your collarbone, then press together in a quick motion from all the way up to under your breast, stealing just the slight touch over your erected nipple.

“Please put your hand over my shoulder,” Shirabu says carefully, detached; and is delighted when you push a little dazed “what” out your swollen lips.

He can’t help but smirk; poor little lamb is lost to the wolf around her - and his claws are already in.

“Like this, honey.” His hand takes yours in his, open your palm with his fingers to press it on his shoulder, a wide-angle that gives him better access and provides for a comfortable examination.

“Hm, okay!” You strangle it out, cute and bashful and Shirabu feels his slacks getting tighter.

“Good,” he breathes close to your face and restarts his movements, digits massaging up and down your chest, right side first as his fingertips get together to start to draw patterns from outside until the center in a repeated motion that ends with just a barely-there, butterfly touch over your nipples as he does a careful glide around the circle.

Your shoulders tremble and curve inwards as your abdomen seizes, hints of your pleasure that Shirabu can pinpoint even without his medical expertise. It makes his heart soars; such a little innocent thing that you can’t even speak up about it, just quietly suffering from the need growing inside you until you’ll burst.

His hand stops under your breast to weigh it, palm covering the extension of flesh as his thumb slides in a fond motion to the sides.

“Now I’ll do the left,” Shirabu announces and feels as you tense, eyes looking up at him in a lost haze even as you blink and nod. There’s a small storm brewing inside your eyes clouding them over, as if you’re struggling to catch up to his fingers, trying to fully wrap around his motions and still falling victim of your innocence, agreeable and placid, trained and directed to respect authority.

Dr. Shirabu knows best, you’re probably thinking as you nod once again, hands grabbing at anything they can to hide their trembling. Then he starts his ministrations by rolling your nipple with his thumb, drawing a gasp from you.

“Oh, sorry,” Shirabu says with fake sorrow before he starts the circling massage around your breasts once again.

A humming agreement is all you answer him, lips pressed together as if you’re embarrassed by the noise you’ve left. Oh, poor little thing.

He can’t wait to ruin you.

Shirabu wonders if you can notice how he changes the motions of his fingers this time around, pressing closer to the center and around the halo of your breast as he kneads the delicious mound with his digits.

Your knees are practically pressed together and you’re struggling to hold your shoulders up in a straight line and Shirabu is absolutely delighted at causing your downfall with such little, fickle things as the point of his fingers.

He waits for the moment where your teeth close sharply over your swollen lips, holding both breath and noise inside, and angles both his hands to press under your breasts, upwards motion that is a good excuse for groping - not that you’d know. Your spine curves as your head turn down in waves of burning hot embarrassment at your own behavior and Shirabu simply has to move before he does something bad.

Well, worst.

“All done,” he tells you with a small curve on his lips as he steps back. You wait for him to turn before letting a breath out, but even that sounds sharp in the silence of the room. Shirabu hides his hands from your eyes in his pockets, fingers twitching in the absence of your smooth skin under his digits.

“Now we’ll pass to the examination.” The little tremble in your frame is enough to add twisting fire into his veins, temperature rising even when the air conditioning is running low. Shirabu does his best in making his voice sound unaffected and neutral, walking over to the stirrups and adjacent dressing table where he keeps his medical gloves.

“You can lie down and put your legs over the supports.”

“Yes, Doctor.”

You obey like a good girl, the simple motion already flashing him the precious skin underneath, legs spread wide open and immobilized. Anxious eyes look for his in reassurance, then seem to think better of it as they fall down to watch your open legs. The view making you squirm once again in the padded table.

So precious.

And trusting.

Your hands are clasped over your belly in an attempt to keep them from fidgeting, eyes eagerly fleeting between Shirabu’s frame and the ceiling. He sends a smile your way as he pulls the chair close to the stirrups and your disconcert is practically charming.

When Shirabu walks over to sit between your open legs, his cock strains against his slacks, immoral coil twisted hard at the small peak of heavenly skin, of glistening folds swollen by the blood flow.

If only he could lick it.

There’s a tremble to your form that he can’t pinpoint, but the wide-open arch of your legs immobile over the stirrups clear are involved in; that, and the pulsating arousal in your center, if the way you’re throbbing open for him is any indication.

Shirabu had considered going slow, threading carefully before taking what he wants, but the fortitude of his mind is being challenged by the view alone: You, laying on the table, legs spread and skin glowing. It’s wicked. Shirabu wishes so much to taste, but he’s snapping his gloves on instead.

“Are you sexually active?” He makes small talk, chair sounding loud in the silent room as he finally takes his place on it.

“I’m, uh, not for a while.”

“Any unprotected intercourse?”

“Hm... N-no.” Huh. Shirabu doubts he was able to hide the motion in his lips signaling that the little slip in your tone isn’t lost. “Are you certain? We may need to do a test, just to be sure.”

Your eyes fleet to him, shining in the artificial illumination, flustered expression as you down them for your clasped hands after. It’s rather endearing to watch as your anxious behavior spike, the way you’re unable to twist or move, pinned there by physical barrier more than just his eyes.

“It’s possible.” You answer him, meek, and he tries not to smile. “But I’ve been on the pill.”

“Ok, then. You mentioned numbness. Did you mean during intercourse or just in general?”

“Sometimes general, but normally when I’m… touching… myself.”

Oh well. What a nice little improvement. His eyes bore on yours between the valley of your legs, the air surrounding you both turning thicker.

“Understood. I’m going to be touching you now.”

You nod, and then gasp when his hands actually touch the inside of your open thighs, a light caress to satiate the need to know how soft and plush you feel, and it’s exactly as much as you look. You suck in a breath slowly, and Shirabu lets his fingers slide up to your hot center.

“I’ll start with the pelvic exam. If you feel any pain or discomfort, just say so.” You nod and he starts slowly, two gloved fingers carefully threading over the swollen labia with acute precision, circling motions as he caresses the underside of your most sensitive place and downwards, rounds the dripping wet entrance, and sliding back up, fingers opening in a “v” motion, a small twirl around the engorged nub above it all. “I’m making an exterior exam, any numbness?”

You nod your negative. Eyes barely holding themselves open, teeth sunk on your lips. “Tell me if you either don’t feel anything or feel anything hurting.”

“Okay,” it’s mostly a whine, breath leaving your mouth as soon as you open it. He descends a third finger over your sex, up and down circling motions that rip a groan from your throat.

“Does anything hurt?” Shirabu’s voice is collected, calm, a stark contrast to the throbbing length in his pants. “Numb?”

“I...don’t think so?” You’re trembling, voice breathless as the stirrups squeaking under the strain of your thighs and Shirabu’s other hand comes up, palm planting over your pelvis, feeling the soft skin and then pressing his palm on it.

“Doesn’t seem like you have a problem with sensibility.” He tries to reassure you as his fingers thread to your entrance, indicator slowly tracing the tight circle pulsating in front of his eyes. You’re dripping wet, soaking his gloves and all he can think is what a delicious little patient.

“I’ll be entering you now, okay? There’s no need for the speculum, so I’m performing a touch exam.”

“Oh-kay, doctor,” comes your little gruff voice, putty under his hands and opening up nicely for his fingers when he presses inside. You’re tight, wonderfully so, clinging to his gloved fingers. Shirabu angles them up and deep, your blistering warmth spreading from his digits to his arm and then his whole body.

He’ll have to find a way to “test” you there, as well. He doesn’t retreat his fingers, but he aims the motions of them inside and above, looking for the sensitive place that’s bound to make you-

“Ah!”

There it is. Shirabu chuckles and rounds the place with his digits as your knees buckle inside then angling out, spreading wide. He retreats his fingers, rolling them with a little scissoring, then plunges deeper inside as an excuse of trying to reach your cervix. If only he could use his cock- that’d be way easier.

“And now?” Shirabu asks, wicked. “Any pain? Numbness?”

“N-uhnn-” You try to speak but choke on a soft moan, your hands flying to your face as you swallow and answer him back in a trembling tone, “No.”

“Anything else?” It’s teasing, clearly, but you don’t seem to notice it, dazed eyes searching for him as you wet your mouth before speaking.

“It feels… weird.”

“Really? ” Shirabu spreads his fingers a bit, rolls them to feel around your walls. “Why’s that?”

“I- I don’t know. It’s… good.”

“Hmmm… That’s interesting.” His gloved thumb descends over your labia, rolls over your clitoris with strict precision, fingers angling inside to meticulously hit that special place once again. The table squeaks under the strength of your buckling, open cunt pulsating around his fingers in plain view for his appreciative eyes. “You seem to be a bit oversensitive, not numb.”

“Is that- a problem?” You say between breaths as Shirabu’s thumb rolls over your clit. He’s astonished you don’t question any of his debatable moves, only looking at him with dazed, soft eyes.

“Depends. Do you always leak like this? It can be a condition.” Shirabu presses his palm over your pelvic bone, angle his fingers meticulously and swirl your clitoris with his thumb in firm precision. You moan and immediately recoil in embarrassment, mouth agape in your own surprise. Shirabu scissors his fingers in a rotating motion, inside and out for barely a few seconds and your spine arches off the table, mouth falling in a wide “o” as you tremble on his examination table.

Delicious.

“Sorry, did I hurt you?”

“No,” you answer in a breath.

Shirabu palms his length to release the pressure, cock straining at the soft expression of rapture on your eyes. “Everything seems good inside; But maybe you’re sensitive. I’ll keep that in mind for the next exams.”

“Is it… done?”

“Almost.” Shirabu smiles, but it's a be-ready-for-trouble one. “All we need is the ultrasound for the internal exam.”

“I thought you had just-”

“This one was the touch one, the next one is done with the ultrasound equipment. It will be inserted inside and then I’ll be able to take a good look at your uterus health.”

“Oh, okay.”

You seem focused on catching your breath as your stretched hole keeps winking at him, as if begging for more. Unfortunately, Shirabu has to move on. He pulls the equipment table close, moves the screen to the side and at a fairly inaccessible angle for your eyes. The transducer reminds a wand, long, shaped anatomically thin with a slightly larger head, barely two-fingers girth.

“Have you ever orgasmed before? Sensitive dysfunction can make it harder for women to achieve sexual gratification.”

“I… actually don’t know…”

Shirabu slides a condom on it, drops a generous amount of lube over it and then turns to you with a smile. Your legs twitch and your walls clench and he has a strike of brilliance right there as he eyes the pretty furl of muscle under your pleading pussy.

You yelp as he brings a lubed finger to draw rings over your rear, embarrassed eyes quickly searching for his.

“Doctor?!”

“Oh, sorry. The equipment goes in anally. Didn’t I mention that?”

“No?!” You groan, surprised, a soft breath escaping your lips.

“Sorry. I’m just preparing you, passing something to help it.” Shirabu explains, as a liar, and slowly work you open with his indicator pressing inside - carefully, slowly, with clinical precision until his whole knuckle is inside and your breathing is labored, open pussy throbbing for something he can’t give it to you just yet. How precious. “I’m inserting it now. Please tell me if it hurts.”

Shirabu angles the device on the lubed hole and watches, enthralled, as your ass swallows it’s wider head whole with just the first push, the rest of the body following easily as the tight ring presses the overflowing lube out. Fuck. Shirabu’s cock is weeping uncontrollably inside his slacks and he carefully brings a hand to help with the tightness of his pants, opening it enough to allow his thick length to escape free, but still covered by his lab coat.

Then Shirabu presses the device deeper, the angle sharp. He brings the receptor over your belly, presses way to closer to the apex of your sex. “Does it hurts?”

“No,” you breathe out, dazed.

“Does it feel good?”

“...Yes,” you sigh.

“Hmmm, interesting.” Shirabu retreats it, pretending to angle it somewhere else. He moves the equipment a bit more and your knees tremble as your pussy starts to drip on the floor. Jesus, that’s fucking hot. He leaves the receptor over your skin to fly his hand to his cock, slowly pumping it to relieve the throbbing ache. You’re way too lost in your own pleasure to notice his, and that only makes him more feral.

“You can feel something entering you now, but it’s just another equipment,” Shirabu says as he abandons his aching cock to slide two fingers inside your pleading hole, instead. He’s not even sure you understood his warning. Cute.

“Doctor,” you breathe, almost panicked and Shirabu rolls his thumb over your clit to hear you yelp, your ass tight around the transductor as he scissors his fingers on your wide-open cunt.

“Yes?”

“I feel... “ You sound so wrecked and lost, a shiver wandering down Shirabu’s spine as his throat bobs. Your pussy throbs around his fingers, begging for something it can’t even pinpoint. Poor thing.

“Pain?”

“No? Something… else.” Such a cute breathless voice, chest heaving with rabbit-fast beats that Shirabu almost can feel on his fingers deep inside your soaking walls.

“Pleasure?” He offers, fighting the need to smile at how your confused expression, brows furrowed as you try to think of another word but come ultimately short.

“I…” You start but bite your lips to hold the noise at how he aims at your special spot. Then blink twice, still losing the fight against the thick pleasure fog in your mind. “I guess?”

“Wow.” You’re so honest. Shirabu’s surprise is fairly genuine. He hopes his tone sounds more understanding than completely hungry. “Well… It’s not unusual for patients to feel arousal by exams considering their invasive nature. It’s okay, don’t panic.”

“But,” You start, tense and writhing, but Shirabu stands up, the equipment in your ass changing angle but his eyes are finding yours in the distance.

“It’s okay,” Shirabu repeats and you listen, hazed eyes focused entirely on him. “Take a deep breath.”

You obey so well, mouth opening as you breathe deep, chest filling even when Shirabu slowly edges the equipment out of your tight asshole. The fingers inside your pussy don’t stop, though, and he brings his other hand, now free, to aid him in wrecking you. “Now surrender to it. Let it wash over you…”

“I…” You whine and tense, but then his two hands are gliding over every erogenous zone on your labia with acute expertise, and you let go, bones essentially melting under his ministrations; letting out a soft, obedient, won over, “Okay.”

“Good girl.” He tells you and rotates his fingers in and out, keeping you nice, wet and wide. You’re close. Shirabu can feel it in how you’re swelling around him. “You’re an amazing patient, Miss. Just do as I say and I’m telling you to cum.” That does it, as your head angles back, hands holding yourself and the table as you take a deep breath.

“Yes, doctor,” You whisper and moan, surrendering to the intense orgasm that pulses suddenly through you and quivers around his fingers. It’s beautiful to watch you come undone, legs trembling sharply as they’re held wide open, pussy fluttering in a wave of wetness that joins the puddle on the ground, mouth open as your tongue slides past it, eyes rolling inside your skull and probably seeing white.

Shirabu never feels tired of it, finally angling himself to bend over your frame, mouth looking for yours quickly as he breaks character.

“Keijiro,” you sigh, pleasure-drunk and Shirabu licks over your open lips, bites on your jaw, sucks the skin to leave his marks.

“Yes, love.” He answers against your pulse point and you lets out a satisfied sigh by his ear.

“That was amazing.”

“You think so?” Shirabu rolls his hips against your bare, soaked wet pussy, and his free cock rolls deliciously between the lubricated folds. “I’m just starting, though, Miss. I think you’ll need a more thorough exam, though. With special equipment too.” He brings his hand to angle his cock on your entrance, eyes locked on yours as you blink and smile, blissed out and pleading. Shirabu presses himself inside and you throw your head back in bliss, hands planting on his shoulders with sharp nails aiming for his skin. “Such a good patient I have. Open wide, love.”

You arch your head back to look up at him, mouth falling open on command, for Shirabu to do as he pleases. You, wide open on his table, for him to do as he pleases. He’s your husband after all and you’ve learned from a long time that what pleases Dr. Shirabu Kenjiro the most is picking you apart piece by piece, white bliss searing your every nerve-end as you fall and shatter for him, drowning under his thumb as he holds you down waves of pleasure, dragging you like the tide - strong and unyielding until it hurts to even breathe.

The mere thought of having more makes your lips fall open in a moan, “yes, Doctor.”

Because you love everything about that.

#shirabu kenjiro x reader #shirabu smut #haikyuu smut #shirabu kenjirou smut #shirabu kenjirou x reader #tw consensual noncon #tw medical kink #tw medical roleplay #tw doctor

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ottogatto · 3 years ago

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more Tobias & Eileen headcanons

Featuring catholic, war veteran, slightly autistic, PTSD and depression riddled Tobias, as well as dark, mysterious, unkind, quite abusive mother Eileen.

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Oh, and let's say it counts for snolidays ^^' @snapecelebration

They're supposed to fit greatly with @sneverussape's own hcs; don't be surprised if you've already heard some of them...

Tobias Snape

He was nicknamed Toby.

He has slight autistic traits which were transmitted (and reinforced) in Severus. Tobias never realized he had slight autism; nobody would give him the diagnosis. Only Severus, if he got therapy and did lots of research, could wonder whether Tobias was kind of autistic after all. For instance, Tobias likes routines, although he just thinks that's him being an organized, responsible man. Too much sound "angers" him, wihch can be expressed through becoming aggressive and paradoxically "joyous/festive" (it's a kind of angry joy). He doesn't understand social norms that easily, he looks weird, silent and apathetic but he's still accepted. Sometimes, his autism shines more than usual.

The problem is that his slight autistic traits tangle a lot with his severe PTSD (+ depression). Not only that, but autism was seriously researched only lately, and Tobias wouldn't have been diagnosed at all with it, let alone received any kind of help. Especially if he's like, 50 yo when he starts getting therapy (assuming he survived AND gets therapy + alcohol abuse treatment). By this age, Tobias would have compensated his autistic traits a lot, and everyone around him would think that if Tobias got weird, it's because of his PTSD, alcohol aftereffects on his brain and his old age, nothing more.

You could see his autism a bit more obviously when, for instance, he's relaxed with Eileen or little Russ. He allows himself to do or say things he normally wouldn't. Eileen would go "...yes?" or "Okay?" or just have that intrigued, amused look, because Tobias can become so charming with those traits. She wondered if it was him being Muggle...

When Tobias wanted to give a gift to Eileen, he refused her refusal. He WANTED her to take the stupid gift.

Also Tobias is kind of apathetic and socialy rude without meaning to. For others, it could look like (at the time) he was meaning a solid, (positively) hypermasculine man with a strong heart. If he saw a girl crying, he wouldn't undersrand. At first, he'd try to comfort her as a boy, but he was so rude, lacked so much tact, he only made the girls cry harder, which pissed him off even more. Frustrated, he decided to just ignore them and go away.

A good idea, because adult Tobias is fucking scary (physically). He's super tall and strong, and isn't very talkative (that's also autism shining through there). He's dangerous.

Tobias used to be a mill worker. He also used to love trains (which is kind of related to his autistic traits). But because of PTSD, now they're just too loud, brutai and "too metallic".

Eileen and Tobias first met at a bar near the front of the war (WW2), but they didn't really pay attention to reach other.

One day, during a mission, Tobias and his comrades were ambushed by Nazis and their allies. Tobias got severely burned and lost a limb due to a bomb. He was losing blood, his ears were ringing and his eyesight was blurred (not helped by the smoke). However, he could still see a flying figure conjuring torrents of water, transforming guns into snakes, shielding away the bullets, the sharpnels, summoning Tobias' gun and somehow bombing the enemy from above with a bullet. The figure wrecks down the enemy, and Tobias thinks of an angel. When the mysterious person lays their feet on the ground and lays their eyes on him, Tobias faints. He wil wake up with his limb right in place and some burn scars. He's wounded enough though to be allowed to retreat from the front. He wonders if he was hallucinating.

He married Eileen and had a kid, Severus, whom he named after a saint and nicknamed Russ. It was a blessing that Russ was so calm and Eileen, a mentally tough woman.

A little anachronism here, as a choice: Tobias used to tease his wife with the song "Come on, Eileen" (yes, released in 1982, let me dream). He loved to dance on this song. Once, when Eileen wouldn't come to see something Tobias wanted to show her, he really sang "Come on, Eileen!" and she snorted before finally walking up to him.

Tobias knew his kid was weirder than normal (since Severus had Asperger), but it was okay for him. He was still playing football with his baby Russ.

The Snape family lived in poverty, but for a time, they were happy. They tried their best.

Catholic Tobias, yes, and his faith has a huge impact on his family.

It's already hard when you fear for your fate because you've killed people during the war. You reassure yourself you had to, and it was to save millions of people. Tobias saved people himself. There's always forgiveness anyway, right?

When he sees his son is a wizard, Russ doesn't feel like Tobias' son anymore. Tobias realizes he's married a witch and gave birth to a wizard, which is horrible to his faith (and triggers his paranoia, already heightened by war PTSD). He is in torment whether or not he's basically married and impregnated a demon, though at the same time, he wants to believe Eileen and Russ are still humans.

Tobias, with this shocking revelation, the years living in poverty, Margaret Tatcher's measures, the social-economic crash of industrial cities such as Cokeworth (= unemployement, = more poverty), the severe PTSD, falls into depression. "He doesn't like anything, much." He's disabused.

He becomes violent towards his wife and his son, though he doesn't hate them that much.

He cannot break the marriage with Eileen either, as it is against his faith.

Tobias was already a smoker, now he drinks alcohol, even if it tastes like shit. He just doesn't want any thought in his head anymore.

It feels like he's lost his son to demons and Eileen cheated on him. But there's always a part of him that denies they're using the power of Satan. He doesn't know if it's rational, or if it's just his love for them making him wish they weren't using the forces of evil.

Tobias used to bring Severus to church. He stopped because he became convinced he was doomed to hell, punished for his sins as a soldier, and was only blaspheming every time he brought a wizard and a hopeless sinner like himself in the house of God.

Tobias is definitely abusive, but he's also extremely human. A miserable one.

If Tobias could heal his trauma from war, and realize that his faith doesn't fundamentally reject wizards (as they are NOT demons), then Tobias would be a loving father and husband. Yes, he'd be hypermasculine, he wouldn't want Severus to become a sissy, or to love other boys that way... but perhaps if he got used to it, and thought about it lengthily, he could accept Severus' queerness.

Tobias has strangled his son, slapped him, hit him with all his strength. He betled Severus, notably in the hope it'd make Severus "man up" and become strong; it only gave Severus more scars on his back and more trauma.

Tobias was fucking tough, physically. Severus sadly didn't really inheritate that. He did inheritate Tobias' hooked nose. Still, at some point, Tobias taught Severus how to brawl Muggle-style (like Tobias loved to do in his youth during country-like boxer fights).

Eileen and Severus' magic (particularly the accidental, loud and flashy kind) triggered Tobias' war PTSD, which is why he could lash out against both of them. It reminded him of shells, mines and gunfires. He forbade Eileen and Severus to use their fucking (demonic) magic at home where he could see or hear.

Imagine loud/flashy accidental magic + hypersensitivity to noise + war PTSD triggered by loud noises and flashes of light... the adrenaline would pump. He'd be in rage. He's become wild and loud himself.

Tobias hates what he's become. He hates feeling this rage and becoming so violent towards the persons he loved. He will wonders if Eileen was the one who saved him, but because their marriage already failed, he can only regret. He cannot know whether Eileen is an angel or a demon or just a human.

Perhaps he committed suicide. Perhaps he was killed in an accident. Perhaps he was killed by Death Eaters (Voldemort? Lucius? His own son?) Perhaps he had an alcohol overdose. Or perhaps he got therapy. In any case, he wasn't in the Cokeworth slums anymore by the time Severus was an adult.

A theme for Tobias would be:

- Rocky Road to Dublin, The Dubliners

- Papa's Lullaby, Made in Abyss

- Airport, Project IGI

- Black Mesa Theme Remix

- Forget About Freeman, Black Mesa

- Endings 2, Black Mesa

- Path of Borealis, Half-Life 2

- In My Spirit, Evangelion 2.0

- Come on Eileen, Midnight Runners :D

Eileen Prince

She was a half-blood (1st generation pureblood since both her parents were wizards but her mother side is muggle-born) and her family was lower class but not too poor either.

She was shamed and bullied at school by other girls, notably for her physical features (she's described as "not prety", sullen and sour). She and her family came from a country in South Asia (and/or they were Romani). They were new immigrants, particularly in the Wizarding World. Her otherness is showed physically and culturally, and that didn't go well with Hogwarts' posh-like culture; she suffered quite a lot of xenophobia and racism (even though the people involved wouldn't see it as xenophobia or racism). She had olive/dark skin, big eyebrows, thick slightly greasy black hair, crooked teeth, sharp nails (that'd become brittle when her health declined) and the gleaming/glittering black eyes (which could shine red in special moments). She was an outsider.

She loves Dark Magic and doesn't see it as evil but as useful and artistic weapons. Some of the magic taught by her country of origin wasn't Dark but Wizarding Britain considered it as such for the same reason brooms were accepted while flying carpets were not: xenophobia. So she doesn't give a fuck.

She learned Dark Magic from Tom Riddle too, before he revealed his true colors.

She failed at school, even in theoretical matters. She may have dropped out of school early. She was physically fragile and easily sick, despite her magic and the potions. Her repeated miscarriages didn't help--she almost died multiple times. That's why Eileen and Tobias didn't try to have another kid after Severus, they didn't want to risk Severus losing his mother (and unborn sibling). Eileen had good magic, but it declined with her health until she practically became a Squib at the epitome of the ruining of her family.

She saved Tobias at 15 yo thanks to the Dark Arts she learned from her family and Tom Riddle. She used Tobias' gun and magic to improve the bullets and bomb the enemies on her own in the battlefield. She didn't care if she might be Traced (she used wandless Dark magic anyway, so she couldn't be Traced easily, plus it war during war against Grindelwald, and there were other matters than to search for a 15 yo girl in a Muggle battlefield).

She could fly unsupported and/or used alternative ways to fly, as she absolutely sucked at flying on a broom.

She fell for Tobias during the war, because he was so strong, so courageous, so charming, kind of galant, and quite loving. She loved Tobias' occasional weirdness.

She purposefully left Tobias wounded enough so he wouldn't have to risk his life fighting. Meanwhile, she took his gun, Disillusioned herself and went on the front to fight in his stead. Her magic came back in all its glory, because she had finally found love and a man to die for. Eileen was merciless. There were tales of a mysterious being on the front slaughtering the enemy, but those legends were lost in the war. Perhaps her Patronus changed? If she ever could conjure one?

Eileen is severe, stern and no-nonsense. She's mysterious, she's got a charm; her silent strength. Her strange, deadly aura and majestous wildness. She's far more distant, severe, spiteful, than Tobias--she can be extremely dark, sadistic and "wild" with her magic. Paradoxically, while Tobias is violent, he's still the more human of the two.

But she too has her weaknesses. She neglects herself and becomes self-destructive due to her failed marriage. After all the pain they go through, she's just a shell.

Of course, she suffers from depression since she was young. She was predisposed for depression.

She's not the coddling mother type, she's not another Lily or Tonks. She's the depressed mother who neglects her son, verbally abuses him and hates him at times. Her words could be acidic. She would call Severus stupid for bringing on his father's wrath. She was emotionally cruel. She even made remarks that perhaps she should have died of childbirth when Severus was born, or that Severus should have remained a miscarriage. That perhaps she should have aborted and used foetus-Severus' magic to get a true new life out of this hell-hole.

She also insulted Tobias, calling him a "weak pathetic Muggle" and that she'd be better off on her own. That even his named sucked and she'd prefer to be called Eileen Prince. Until she lost the will to fight.

She was quite distant with Severus; for her, he must grow by himself, the hard way. Life is the best school.

But at least she was more present in his childhood than Tobias, and she wouldn't beat him (perhaps she slapped Severus once or twice but "that was all").

If she were healthier, she'd have simply made sarcastic, funny jokes. Especially dirty ones. A bit of dark humor as well. She used to find it funny that Severus wore her clothes.

She spotted Severus growing an Obscurus, and intervened before it was too late.

She taught Severus to cut through animals, to kill them with a knife, as she didn't want her child to feel weak and helpless in case he had trouble at school or in life. Eileen wanted her son to kill if he had to. That's the mindset that allowed her to save his father's life during the war after all.

Eileen has once sneered at Severus in disgust and told him "You're just like your father", evidently not as a compliment. This utterly shocked Severus. When he repeats that sentence to Harry, he doesn't realize he's externalizing his trauma. This prompted him to try and become even more like his mother. He tried to become closer to her, but it didn't work. He couldn't save her.

Eileen was quite anti-Muggle herself. She despised her violent hsuband because he was a weak, pathetic Muggle. She taught Severus to feel superior to the kids who bullied him in primary schol, because they were "just Muggles" and he was a wizard, destined for greatness.

We don't know what happened to Eileen. Perhaps she left her family forever. Perhaps Tobias killed her by accident. Perhaps she died out of sickness. Perhaps she was sent to a psychiatric hospital.

Themes for Eileen:

- Hanging on this Shield, Fate Grand Order

- Procession of the Anunna, Axiom Verge 2

- The Executioner, Umineko

- Mirage Coordinator, Umineko

- Death from Stupefaction, Umineko

Severus

He hates his father but also seeks his approval, attention and love. He realizes only far into adulthood, after the war, that Tobias might have had war PTSD like him--which makes Severus reconcile a bit more with his violent father.

He followed his father's faith after some time (see @sneverussape's hcs!)

He idolizes a bit his mother. If he got therapy, he'd realize his mother was abusive on her own, so he resents her a bit, but also that she was extremely sick, so he just can't blame her completely.

Severus is sad when he hears the song "Come on Eileen".

Themes for Severus (I got too much but here are some):

- Matricide, Binding of Isaac,

- Living in the Light (+ voices), Binding of Isaac,

- Descent, Binding of Isaac Antibirth

Tobias, Eileen and Severus:

- Journey from a Jar to the Sky, Binding of Isaac Antibirth

- Ascent, Binding of Isaac Repentance

- The Sin, Phase 3, Mario the Music Box

#severus snape #snape #pro snape #tobias snape #eileen prince

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writingsbychlo · 2 years ago

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I wanna know how Noah felt when they are in their break up phase :(

oh, god. heartbroken.

let's work through it, shall we?

I mean, at first, he was just stuck somewhere between denial and misery. he convinced himself what he had done was right, but he felt like shit. he was going through severe 'sunshine' withdrawals. he didn't even leave his room for the entirety of the first two days after the breakup. stiles would deliver meals, even though it was service with a scowl. they didn't speak for a week, even when noah dared to leave his bedroom and wander the rest of the flat. just when he and stiles had finally sorted their shit and cleared the air, another problem.

at the end of that first week, or more precisely, seven days and eight hours later, halfway into the night, they finally explode. sitting at opposite ends of the couch and watching a movie in absolutely intolerable silence, stiles couldn't take it anymore. it was actually the second longest time stiles had ever given him the silent treatment (the first being eight days and four hours, when they were fourteen, and they fought over whether or not their mom's old jeep should be repaired and driven around. stiles said yes, noah said no, and that's how stiles came to own the jeep).

they exploded, shouting, yelling, and eventually crying. stiles was mad about losing his friend, everything was still tense and raw, and when their neighbours came to knock on the door and yell at them for being so loud at three am, they were met with two identical, tear-stained and angry faces at the door, and the neighbour quickly left. what didn't leave, though, was the trace of her. jumpers, her handwriting in notes, a few texts from their dad because stiles refused to break the news and noah couldn't make himself do it. coffee orders, restaurants, places around campus, the daisies that grow in pots outside of the building, picnic blankets, ordering lasagne when they have takeout, half of noah's playlists, minecraft, everything.

she was everywhere. constantly.

and that's what leads noah to temporary insanity. because he packs all your stuff up in a box, and gives it to stiles to give back, but there's so much stuff he just can't escape. like the fact that he can't sleep, and when he does, he dreams of you, and no matter how many of his clothes and his bedding he washes, he still can't seem to lose the smell of your perfume entirely. it's everywhere, and even after scrubbing the entire apartment top-to-bottom in a way that made stiles actually pry the mop from his hand, he swears he still can smell you.

this leads to anger.

anger at himself, anger at her, anger at everyone, anger at the world.

he just thinks it's easier to be angry than it is to be sad, because sadness is eating him up. the what-ifs of it all, the ways it could have played out, every single word of that argument now being burned into his memory like the lyrics of his favourite songs, and the look of tears in your eyes that he put there playing behind his eyelids when he shuts his eyes. it's eating him alive, so he gets angry instead.

it's a lot easier.

except, he can't go and let off steam at the rage rooms, and his motorbike feels too light with just him on it, half his playlists are tainted, and even going to fix things in the garage feels lonely now. his place of solitude now just feels empty. which makes him more mad. like a trap, he managed to weave her into every aspect of his life, and it only came back to bite him in the ass.

once again, nothing but anger.

so he decides to immortalise this feeling, to make sure he never feels it again. he immortalises it in the way he immortalises everything, with ink. he thinks about it for a week or so, and decides it's perfect, it'll fix everything. so when he can't sleep at night, he designs a tattoo. something to eclipse that all-consuming feeling of warmth and joy and brightness because the sun always has to set, and then there's darkness. it's all temporary.

so there he is, sitting to get his tattoo, and something in the back of his mind, something dark and sad, the part of him that is always hissing about his insecurities and making him feel less, speaks up. the part of him that scared him to come back, because for so long it had been quiet, she had quietened it, when it whispered "finally, she'll be gone for good", he panicked.

no, he wasn't just panicked, he was fucking terrified. because suddenly, it felt like his safety blanket being ripped away. like being thrown out into the cold, like a stray dog finding scraps only for the scraps to be snatched back, for the- well, you get it. it felt wrong, like everything you'd been through was gone, like every dot of ink was erasing another memory, every prick of the needle was one glimpse of a smile being taken away, one kiss taken back, one inside joke or whispered conversation, or gentle brush of hands being wiped clean. like someone was taking her away.

and he realised, he would rather be miserable and cling onto what he had of her than ever be without her at all. because the sun always came back up, there were dark spots, and the night came, but the morning always followed, darkness was not forever.

darkness was not forever.

that was the only thought that got him through, as he had a panic attack right there, mid-tattoo. two hours later, one tattoo artist who was terrified they were about to get sued, and a total overhaul on the design, and it wasn't shunning her, but immortalising the brightness she'd brought. a pretty tribute, that the pain was always worth bearing, because the sun always rose again.

even if everything felt pretty damn dark right now, it would be light again.

it was quite literally on his way home, walking across campus and rubbing at the flesh around the sore new tattoo spot, that he gets invited to the party.

a little shock, a little secret joy, and a lot of guilt-ridden validation, because the dude said "hey, noah! been looking for you, man, I sent you, like, eight texts. you've been MIA, dude. we should catch up, but I'm having a party, you gotta be there. bring your brother, too. later, man." and he was wanted. he wasn't stiles' brother, he wasn't just an extension of his sunshine, it was him. his friends had been reaching out to him, his unopened texts and red-filled call log said that, and it was like a wake-up call.

he didn't really plan to go, though, until stiles said "you know, she's likely to be there... I'll convince her friends to bring her. plus, y'know, even if she doesn't show, there's gonna be a lot of free booze. drown your sorrows, for free. see your friends, they always make things at least a little better."

and just like that, he was going. he wore a shirt she gave him, and, spent a good hour freaking out about going at all, but stiles dragged him from the house, and then plied him with a lot of liquid courage.

and just like that, the darkness lifted, because exactly seventy-four minutes after he had arrived and started drinking, the sun rose again, and his sunshine walked in through the front door.

just like that, setting his sights on her, he realised everything would be alright. he'd do whatever it took to make sure of it.

#noah stilinski

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ellewords · 3 years ago

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elle I have an idea about osamu!

when he's cooking at home with you, he exclusively listens to old French songs. Specifically, Édith Piaf. Something about the way she sings just makes his soul soar. even if he doesn't know exactly what she's saying, her music just makes him feel like he's home. and when you are there helping cut veggies or check the meat it does nothing but confirms that wherever you are he's home.

-🐻‍❄️ anon

— from elle ! it's the way you made my brain go brrrrrr aaaa loved this so so much please it made me feel all nice and warm but my mind was really longing for some hurt/comfort so decided to write a quick lil drabble hehe <3

notes / warnings : timeskip!miya osamu x gn!reader, angst + fluff, hurt/comfort, lowercase intended, food mention, drabble, wc: ~0.63k, now playing : edith piaf and theo sarapo's à quoi ça sert l'amour

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“ en somme, si j'ai compris sans amour dans la vie sans ses joies, ses chagrins on a vécu pour rien ”

the early morning light streams through the thin curtains that covered the kitchen window and a soft breeze blows past, leaving a trail of goosebumps all over his bare arms. there’s an ache in osamu’s heart as he grips the wooden spoon in his hand tighter than he would have liked, the words he spoke the night before plays on a loop in his mind.

he didn’t mean them. osamu spoke without thinking and his emotions admittedly have gotten the best him. the air is heavy with tension and his own voice rings in his ears : “lovin’ ya hurts, ya know that?”

music fills each corner and crevice of the kitchen, the upbeat tempo of the song does nothing to salvage the tense pressure that wrapped around him. osamu sneaks a glance at you from the corner of his eyes, brows furrowed as you chopped up vegetables just a couple of feet away. despite the fact that you weren’t exactly on the best of terms, you still chose to help him prepare your bentos for the day. like you always did. your inability to break the habit gives him hope that everything will be okay.

“ mais oui! regarde-moi! à chaque fois j'y crois et j'y croirai toujours? ça sert à ça, l’amour! ”

onion and garlic hit the hot oil, the sound startling you as you finish chopping the rest of the vegetables. a quiet yelp moves past your lips and he can’t help but let out a low chuckle. you frown when you hear him chuckle, rolling your eyes as you move towards the sink, still determined in giving him the silent treatment.

the cold water wakes you up as soon as it makes contact with your hands. you don’t have to look at osamu to know that he’s looking right at you, feeling the intensity of his gaze on the back of your neck. a sigh escapes you once you realize that you would eventually have to talk to him.

as much as his words struck and hurt, you weren’t giving up that easily. you believed in your love a little too much.

“ mais toi, t'es le dernier mais toi, t'es le premier! avant toi, y avait rien avec toi je suis bien! ”

he’s unable to hide his shock when you turn to face him with your arms crossed. osamu didn’t think that you’d notice his staring, there’s just so much he wants to say but most of the words in his vocabulary felt wrong and barely a few felt right. but once again, his emotions have gotten the better of him as the words fly right out of his mouth.

“i love you.”

you blink back at him and a beat passes. then another. then one more. he begins to grow nervous with each passing second. but you shake your head and a small smile slowly spreads across your features, “your vegetables are burning, you know?”

it’s like a weight is immediately lifted off his chest, osamu’s steps are quick as he takes your hands in his, “doesn’t matter as long as ya love me back.”

“i do.”

osamu presses a kiss to your forehead, eyes closing as he hopes that you feel the sincerity in his action. sure, love does hurt sometimes, but love has also brought him his home — you. there’s still so much you have to work through, so much left to say, but osamu knows he loves you enough to make everything work. and he believes that alone is enough.

“ c'est toi que je voulais c'est toi qu'il me fallait! toi que j'aimerai toujours? ça sert à ça, l’amour! ”

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moonstruckbucky · 4 years ago

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The Recruit (8/?)

Summary: Becoming a SHIELD agent had been your dream and finally, you’ve achieved it. You’re at the top of your class in every field except one—hand to hand combat, and it doesn’t impress Captain Rogers in the slightest. Instead, it seems to convince him you’re useless, setting off a tense relationship between the two of you. In an effort to bridge the gap, Bucky offers to help you train to earn your way back into Steve’s good graces. What could possibly go wrong?

Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!Reader x Bucky Barnes (not Stucky)

Warnings for Chapter: Angst, pouty Steve. More soft Bucky. That’s it, that’s the warning.

Notes: Thank you all for the feedback of the previous chapter and for your patience while real life took over for a bit. Someone mentioned that they felt like Bucky/their relationship wasn’t featured enough, so I hope this chapter fulfills that for you! x

Also, a giant thank you to @marauderskeeper for this beautiful artwork!!! I’m so fucking in love with this! How perfect is this artwork, y’all?!

Steve finds patterns in the ceiling, shapes. It’s near-silent in the room save the sound of peepers through the open window, the soft breathing beside him. The weight against his chest shifts, sighs, rolls over, and he swallows thickly. Traces the lines of her body even though they’re all wrong, catches the scent of her hair - the wrong color.

He isn’t a stranger to the modern concepts of love and relationships, but it’s an indulgence he doesn’t frequently partake in. The women he meets are great, just none seem to strike that chord in him. None that seem to challenge him or intrigue quite like you.

The woman leaves with a friendly smile, an easy exit with no lingering questions of another night together or anything. He remains in bed for a little while longer, hands tucked up behind his head as he connects constellations in the ceiling. Training begins in thirty minutes, and he inhales deeply to quell the raging in his belly. He’s nervous; it’s the first he’ll see you after his apology.

He’d heard about your successful mission and he’s proud, almost excited for you, even though he knows he has no right. His treatment of you only serves to prove he’s failed as Captain; he’s meant to lead and guide and encourage. Instead, he judged and ridiculed and humiliated, drove you to the point of persevering to prove him wrong.

And you did. He’s embarrassed, ashamed - but proud all the same.

He dresses slowly in the SHIELD-issued black tac pants and navy t-shirt, the SHIELD logo emblazoned on the breast. Someone like Nat or Bucky or even Sam might accuse him of stalling as he carefully and meticulously laces his sneakers, but to anyone else he’d appear sluggish. To anyone else, he’d say he’s tired, that he’d had a late night, but if it were any of the aforementioned three, he’d pointedly keep his mouth shut.

He’s nervous - he’s man enough to admit it. He’s unsure of what to expect, unsure if he’d imagined his apology and your reluctance to believe him. He hates not being sure, not being confident, hates being thrown off his axis, out of balance. Structure, routine, and control is weaved into his DNA, and by apologizing, he’s given up that control, given a piece of him away for someone to do with as she pleases.

He hates it, loathes the way it makes his movements slower, stiffer, like he slept on a bad mattress all night instead of his cushy pillow-top next to a warm body. A warm body he really had no business bringing back here last night, but he brushes that thought away.

He takes a little longer than usual brushing and inspecting his teeth, snarling into the mirror and using floss of all things until he looks at the time and knows he can’t put this off any longer. Schooling his features into impassive steel, Steve sweeps from his room. The ride in the elevator down to the training room is spent building up a wall in his mind, a wall away from her - from you.

You’re already there when he enters, along with Bucky and a few other recruits. You’re smiling, teasing Bucky, and it puts lead in his chest. Absolutely scorches when you notice him and your smile promptly drops. He feels his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows heavily, and the burn in his chest lessons only a little when you offer him a respectful nod.

He returns it, catches Bucky’s eye and his friend gives him a reassuring smile. Steve’s not sure it helps. Mentally shaking it off, he begins the session, starts them off with running laps while he and Bucky spectate.

Steve can’t help but watch you; you’ve got near-perfect running form and you seem unbothered by your knee. You keep pace with everyone, even set it once or twice, and his scrutiny of you means he catches every little side-glance you give his best friend. The little curl at the corners of your lips, a darting glance away.

He catches the same expression on Bucky’s face - and he knows. How could he not know? The way he’d intervened when Steve was being unreasonably harsh, the easy, gentle teasing between you just now, the ever-present smile on Bucky’s face whenever he looks at his phone, the secret glances now as you increase the pace and pull ahead.

As Steve moves the group on to sparring sessions, the looks between you and Bucky become less sneaking and more appraising, and Steve has to dig hard beneath to find any joy that his friend has found his own happiness. Steve knows Bucky deserves it, after all he’s been through and yet.

The obvious connection between the two of you makes his chest hurt and jaw clench so tight it aches. When Bucky calls on you to demonstrate with him, Steve has to hide his curled fists in the pockets of his sweats.

His mind is muddled; he has no reason to be this angry - jealous, surely - but angry? No. Aggravated enough he wants to knock Bucky’s teeth out, sick enough at the sight of the two of you, moving in such synchrony, that he almost looks for the closest trash barrel.

Instead, he pushes the recruits hard, calls out tips to avoid making his previous mistake again, and offers assistance where it’s needed. An adjusted position here, a tip about roundhouse kicks there. He can almost ignore you and Bucky grunting and shouting only feet away.

You, meanwhile, are almost hyper-aware of Steve and the one-eighty he’s seemed to have made. He’s keeping his distance, though you don’t miss the pinched expression to his face or the underhanded glances he shoots you. Probably anticipating a snarky reply or otherwise prove you aren’t trying to remain civil.

He’s made his way over as Bucky pulls you into a headlock, the position warming something deep within you. His arm is loose enough around your neck that he isn’t cutting off any air, but his pelvis is flush with your backside and you even think he’s grinding it - imperceptibly enough that it goes unnoticed by the others. He’s fresh, you’re learning, pushing boundaries wherever he can.

Normally, you’d play along, dig and push a little back, but not with Steve watching the way he is. Arms crossed, feet hip-width apart in his typical Captain stance, but he’s far less rigid than he was. You execute S.I.N.G. (solar plexus, instep, nose, groin) with anxious butterflies, but you manage to successfully complete the move, spin, and move to jab Bucky again.

Steve’s voice is even gentle when he tells you, “Move your feet. Don’t lock up or remain stationary.”

It’s such a far cry from his previous gruff behavior that it throws you, knocks you slightly off-kilter so that you stumble into Bucky’s chest. With heat in your cheeks, you push away from him, try to resume as if you didn’t fumble at all. You’re meant to be the picture of indifference and yet Steve’s one-eighty has you completely floored.

Should you be, though? He did promise you he’d be better, and so far he’s kept that promise. Perhaps a part of you hadn’t believed him, hadn’t had any reason to believe him - about anything. The fact that he’s trying stirs something in you, and it leaves you open to wind up face-down on the mat.

“Shit,” you grunt as the wind rushes from your lungs.

“That’s what happens when you get distracted,” Bucky teases before reaching with his metal hand to help you to your feet. “Your enemy won’t hesitate to exploit that opening if you give it to them.”

“Yeah,” you agree on a sigh, “yeah. Let’s do it again.”

The warmth in your cheeks doesn’t cool as you run through your spar again. This time, you manage to block out Steve’s close scrutiny and get Bucky on his back, a knee pressed into his chest. You know he can toss you off without a hitch but he lays there, lets you have the win.

“Better,” Steve compliments with an approving nod. You can’t bring yourself to meet his eyes, so you stare at his chest - which, to your shocking admission, isn’t all that much better. The intrusive thought forces you to duck your head, busy yourself with your water bottle as Bucky and Steve begin a rundown of the next exercise.

If either notice you take a little longer to collect yourself, they don’t say anything. After a few more moments of distracting yourself with your water bottle, you return to the group as the Captain and Bucky begin a mock-mission to sharpen your skills.

By the time you’re released from training, you’re covered in a layer of sweat that shimmers under the overhead lights, your mind is tapped, and your entire body feels like it went a round or five against Mike Tyson - super soldiers in your case, but they’d pulled their punches. The muscles in your back pull taut as you stretch, a tightness that makes you wince, expel a tiny whimper.

A gasp as a set of hands lands on your back - one warm, the other just slightly cooler - and the thumbs dig in, find the tightest muscles and press.

“Fuck,” you hiss, arching against Bucky’s skilled hands. A pained smile over your shoulder and, “Hi.”

“Hi.” He grins and leans forward to drop a kiss to your temple. “You did good today.”

“Feels like I went ten rounds with an MMA fighter, but thank you.” Another hmph as Bucky digs his knuckles into your lower back, and a sigh as the tightened muscles release. You slouch against him, disregarding the slight dampness to his compression t-shirt, and turn your face into his neck.

“Feel better?” he asks, throat vibrating against your forehead. Wordlessly, you nod.

“Until tomorrow when it really sets in. You’ll have to carry me everywhere,” you retort cheekily, tilting your face to meet his glimmering eyes.

“Oh, will I?” A teasing upturn of his lips and your eyes dart to them, hold there for a moment as your heart trips over itself in your chest.

“Uh huh.” A pause, then you shrug. “Or you can just stay in bed with me.”

The darkening of his eyes is offset sharply by the awkward look that suddenly shadows his face, cheeks going rouge as he quickly averts his eyes. It’s an odd reaction, and you tilt your head, mouth popping open before he overrides you.

“Whatever you want, doll,” he assures with a smile, all traces of bashfulness gone.

It’s a bit disconcerting how quickly his charming, easy-going demeanor is back in place, but you chalk it up to his former status as an assassin. Give nothing away, a mask he can flip off and on. He further pulls your mind away by lifting your hand to his lips and dotting small kisses across your knuckles.

“C’mon. Should take an ice bath for those muscles.” And he tugs you down the hallway.

“Mother of fucking SHIT.”

Bucky chortles, applies pressure to your shoulders to keep you from popping out of the bathtub he’s filled with ice and water. There’s a burn in your limbs from the cold, and your nails scrape at the ceramic of the tub, squeaking in the small space. Breath rushing in and out as you try to relax, loosen your sore, tightened muscles to let the coldness do its job.

But it’s hard, your mind whines, and your verbalize said whine pathetically.

“It’s so cold.” It’s a whisper, because speaking any louder is downright impossible as your brain works overtime to warm your body.

“I was frozen in ice off and on for seventy years,” he reminds you teasingly, “you can handle it.”

You hiss a laugh, and it makes his mouth twitch. He recalls the first time he ever made a joke about his history with HYDRA. Steve nearly shit a brick before chiding him about how he shouldn’t joke about such things.

“Steve, it happened to me,” he’d reminded, “I should be able to joke about it all I want. Better than going into total shutdown every time HYDRA is mentioned.”

Steve hadn’t said anything after that, but each time Bucky made a jab at HYDRA, he didn’t miss the disapproving gleam in his friend’s eye.

He feels relief that you laugh, feels, well, normal, and like he’s made progress if he feels he can confidently joke about his trauma. He knows he’s made progress, but there are still instances where he feels the others aren’t so sure.

With you, though, he doesn’t have to second-guess it. You don’t treat him like glass, like he’s going to shatter at the first sign of distress. It’s refreshing from the overbearing manner with which Steve treats him on most occasions. He’s thankful you hadn’t known the Bucky from before, the one Steve grew up with, the ghost of a time that’ll never come again. You’ve nothing to compare him to, nothing to miss like Steve does. It’s as refreshing as ice cream on a hot day...or an ice bath following a rigorous workout.

“C-Can I g-ge-get out yet?” Your teeth are chattering, arms crossed tightly over your chest and rubbing at your arms, riddled with gooseflesh. Your lips are even turning slightly blue as they wobble with the cold.

“Can you feel your muscles?” he asks, reaching for the towel he’d placed on the toilet seat.

“I ca-can’t f-f-feel my lips, never m-mind my mus-muscles.” The snark is lost amongst the clicking of your teeth, but it gleams heavy in your eyes. Smirking, Bucky holds out the towel and helps you stand on shaky legs, like Bambi on ice.

Leggings and sports bra plastered like a second skin, they in no way help to warm you even out of the ice, and after you’re wrapped in the towel, Bucky gives you your privacy to strip down and get changed. Movements unsteady, your wet clothes are plopped into a pile on the tile floor and new, warm, dry clothes are hastily thrown on. Despite the rigorous workout this morning, you feel freshly invigorated, like maybe you could run a mile - once feeling comes back to your legs, that is.

Burrowed in the new clothes, you step out of the bathroom to see Bucky reclined on your bed, looking quite at home. It puts a warm, fuzzy feeling in your chest as you approach, and it only grows when he opens his arms for you to burrow into the heat of him. His arms wind around you, the metal one a comforting weight against your back.

It’s silent for a little while, a peaceful blanket pulled over the two of you in the small space of your room. Bucky’s chest rises and falls gently beneath your cheek, slow breaths, and you almost think he’s asleep until he speaks.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about?”

You ponder for a couple beats. “What’s your favorite part of the 21st century? I mean, you were frozen off and on for so long, you didn’t really get a chance to enjoy anything right?”

He hears the trepidation in your voice, the slight intonation that you might actually be crossing a line by asking. He smiles, chuckles a little so you know you haven’t offended him.

“Is it predictable to say the food?” At your head shake, he goes on, “I mean, in the 30s and 40s, we barely had nothin’. Sometimes we’d all go to bed hungry with no dinner, and sometimes I gave my sisters my portion of food. I was the oldest, you know? Had to take care of my family. But now...now there’s just, so much. And so many different kinds! You know, when I first came to the compound, after Shuri fixed my noggin, I didn’t eat a lot. Ate only what I thought I was allowed to eat. One small serving. Was still going to bed hungry even when all this food was at my disposal.

Then Steve came to talk to me. Told me he was the same way, when he first came out of the ice. Said he had to take it slow because even though he was bigger, his body wasn’t used to eating so much. Neither was mine, even though I was healthier when I... before. HYDRA didn’t feed me, not really. No hot, home-cooked meal for the Fist. It was MREs, or a feeding tube - if I was awake long enough at the base. My system got used to it, and then when HYDRA fell, it was always...Ramen or canned meat, some fruit, if I could afford it. Nothing real substantial. Even in Wakanda, I was still only eating small portions. My first three-course meal here, I puked it all up. I was so astounded by the fact that I could eat as much as I wanted to, but my body wasn’t ready for it. It was used to rationing itself on small meals, used to fasting sometimes, too. But it got better. I ate a little more at each meal, got my body used to eating three times a day. Started working out more, too, to up my hunger. Eventually I could put away three servings at each meal and still have room for dessert. I’ve got a wicked sweet tooth.”

The last line is so unexpected, it makes you snort, choke on the breath, before you can laugh for real. It’s short, though, when you take in the entirety of his story and realize there’s so much you still have to learn about one James Barnes, so much of himself to reveal, so many layers to peel back so you can see who he truly is. A little skip in your heartbeat betrays your excitement to find out, if he’ll let you.

"I’ve got a list,” he then says, “of things people have recommended I try. Maybe you can help me cross some of them off, huh?”

“Bucky Barnes, are you officially asking me on a date?” you tease, leaning your head back to aim a cheeky smirk his way.

His chest rumbles against with that warm chuckle that warms you to your bones. “Suppose I am. You gonna leave a guy hangin’?”

“Hm, I suppose then I could assist you with this foodie bucket list. We’ll make a cultured man out of you yet.”

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