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This isn't Your Fault (Rescue)
Pairing: Tara Carpenter x Reader
Summary: During your distracted state Tara took the opportunity to wiggle her arm out of your grasp and began marching down the alley.
Warnings: None
Word Count: 3k+
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You and Tara walked down the streets of New York to her apartment. You had finished your classes for the semester and were finally on break. It wasnât often you and Tara truly got to be alone to go out and do something, Sam or your mom were always wanting someone to be around. It was almost a year later when they finally decided to let up and let you and Tara live normal lives again, after a lot of begging from Tara. You personally didnât mind, you didnât like to go out anyway, though being able to go over to Taraâs or back to your house without an escort would have been nice.
The two of you had just grabbed dinner at one of your favorite restaurants, and you had your arms wrapped around each other as you walked down the street. You were passing an alley way when you heard something fall. You and Tara both turned, squinting your eyes to see what made the noise but saw nothing. Tara started to pull away from you and move towards the dark alley.
âDidnât you hear that?â She asked, when you quickly pulled her back to your side.
âYeah,â you said, looking at her like she had grown two heads. âWhich is why Iâm stopping you from going down a dark and creepy alley.â
Tara rolled her eyes. âYouâre being ridiculous.â
Your eyes widened and you couldnât help but stare at Tara. Until you were attacked yourself and no longer had to keep your relationship a secret did you truly understand where Sam was coming from. Youâd admit Sam was just a bit overprotective, but you also couldnât deny that with a sister like Tara, her overprotectiveness was warranted. Tara very well knew the dangers of the world and of her life in particular, just because Ghostface was gone didnât mean there werenât still the random crazyâs that tried to go after and threaten her and Sam.
During your distracted state Tara took the opportunity to wiggle her arm out of your grasp and began marching down the alley. You snapped out of it almost as soon as Tara was out of your hands and without giving it a second thought you took off after her. You really hoped it was nothing and you wouldnât have to make Tara feel guilty for the rest of her life if the two of you got murdered.
âTara,â you whispered. You ran up next to her, sticking close to her side, for her protection, definitely not because you were scared.
The two of you froze when you heard more rattling. It sounded like someone had bumped a garbage can or was riffling around in one. You were seriously hoping youâd find some homeless man digging through trash or a worker from one of the nearby restaurants taking out the trash for the night. Those were the best-case scenarios you could come up with because anything else led to one or both of your deaths.
âOver here,â Tara whispered, seeming to not have heard you, or she was ignoring you. She grabbed your arm and began dragging you towards the trash bins against a brick wall.
You groaned but followed along. One of the trash cans was knocked over, the lid on the ground next to it. You furrowed your brow, there wasnât anyone near it, and the alley was a dead end so it wasnât like the person could have run away. There wasnât anywhere for someone to hide either, unless they were rather small. There was an old pallet propped up against the brick wall and a blue tarp that had been dirtied from the rain and usual alley gunk draped partially over the pallet.
Something shuffled, moving the tarp and making you take a step back. Tara wasnât deterred though. Tara pressed forward and crouched down, getting halfway under the tarp.
âWh-what are you doing?â you whispered, your voice going even higher. âGet out of there,â you moved forward and began to puller her back by her waist. Tara waved her arm back, knocking your hands off her. âTara,â you whispered harshly.
You let out a silent groan and kicked at the pavement. Even if you didnât die in the alley, you would certainly die if anything happened to Tara. Sam would probably even murder you herself, you being her new favorite person wouldnât even be able to save you if something happened to Tara while you were with her.
Tara finally backed up out of the tarp and you couldnât help but let out a sigh, she didnât get murdered in front of you, but now she was going to have to survive you. âWhat the hell were you thinking?â you asked, your voice no longer a whisper. âWho goes down a dark alley in the middle of night!â you gestured at your surroundings. âWho goes under a tarp after a strange noise?â you gestured at the tarp. âSeriously, babe, IâŠâ your words quickly died when Tara turned around and in her arms was a tiny kitten.
You were sure you were making heart eyes at the little guy, and you couldnât stop the smile that spread across your face. âYou were saying?â Tara said, raising an eyebrow.
You reached out and scratched under the kittenâs chin with your finger. He was definitely black but if he had any other markings or colors you couldnât tell, his fur was caked in mud and who knew what else from the alley.
Your head snapped up as if suddenly remembering where you were. âYou still brought us down a creepy alley,â you said, taking your finger away from the kitten to point at Tara.
âHere,â she said, shoving the kitten into your arms. You didnât have time process what was happening as you instinctively reached out, taking the kitten in your arms. âPut him in your jacket.â
You looked down at the little guy in your arms with a frown, you could smell him from where he was. You looked up to see Tara glaring at you. You grumbled and stuck the little guy in your jacket, making sure to keep an arm around him so he was secure and warm.
Tara began walking off back out of the alley finally. You ran to catch up, adjusting the kitten as he squirmed in your hold. âSamâs not going to be happy,â you said as you fell into step beside her.
âShe said I could have a pet,â Tara said with a wave of her hand.
âShe said sheâd think about it.â
Tara continued facing forward as she rolled her eyes. âItâs basically the same thing,â she waved it off again. âWho cares.â
You let out a shaky breath and continued to follow after Tara. Sam was definitely going to care, and she would be the first to point out that she never officially agreed to it. You werenât about to try arguing with Tara though and there was no way youâd be leaving the little guy in your arms on the streets now that youâve rescued him.
When the three of you finally got back to Taraâs apartment, she opened the door as quietly as possible and peeked her head in. âSam!â she called. âSam?â you strained your ears, trying to listen for any sign of movement inside. âSheâs still at work,â Tara whispered back to you and pushed the door open fully.
You followed Tara into the apartment and instantly took the kitten to the bathroom. You plopped the little guy down in the sink and shrugged off your jacket that you were now definitely going to have to wash. Tara came back in with a washcloth and some hand soap.
âWe canât use that,â you said, nodding at the soap. âKittens are too sensitive. We either need kitten specific or fragrance-free dish soap.â
Tara raised an eyebrow at you, and you just shrugged. She took the hand soap back and came back a moment later with the correct dish soap. âItâs not a permanent method,â you said as you wet the washcloth a bit before adding a drop of the soap. âBut it will clean the little guy up for now.â
âWeâll get you all the proper stuff tomorrow,â Tara said in a baby voice as she scratched the kitten behind his ear.
You raised an eyebrow at her but didnât say anything. You werenât sure how she intended to hide the kitten from Sam and also buy it stuff before telling her sister anything. You kept your mouth shut though and got to work cleaning off the little guy. You smiled as you wiped all the gunk off him, making sure to avoid his eyes. The kitten behaved well enough, hardly ever meowing or trying to run away, but you were sure he was just terrified and had no idea what was going on.
âThere we go,â you whispered as you finished up. You finished dabbing him with a wet corner of the cloth, making sure to get out all the soap.
Tara shoved you aside when you were done and held him up high as if he were Simba from Lion King. When you got full view of him all cleaned up you saw he was all black and very fuzzy. Little tufts of fur stuck off the tops of his ears, making them look too big for his little head.
âTara!â Sam called out, making both you and Tara freeze. âIâm home!â
Tara shoved the kitten into your arms and cracked open the bathroom door to peek her head out. âIâm going to distract her,â she whispered back to you.
âWait, what?â you whispered but Tara was already opening the door. âNo, wait, what am I supposed to do with this?â you looked down at the kitten in your hands.
You inched your way closer to the door and tried listening as Tara attempted to stall Sam. You let out a sigh and looked down at the kitten, shaking your head as Tara kept asking questions about Samâs day. You loved her dearly, but your girlfriend sucked at stalling, if she wanted to make Sam suspicious though then she was doing a fantastic job. You were surprised at times that the two of you kept your relationship secret for so long because of how terrible Tara was at keeping stuff from Sam.
You knew you couldnât stay in the bathroom all night, so you looked down, you silently apologized to the kitten before shoving him in the pocket of your hoodie. You were lucky he was small enough, he fit perfectly, now you just had to make it to Taraâs room without drawing suspicion. As soon as you opened the bathroom door a little more you heard a meow and looked down to see the kitten sticking his head out of one side of your pocket. You brought a finger to your lips to hush him, as if he could understand you. You put one hand in the pocket to keep it on the kitten, hopefully keeping him in place and quiet for the next thirty seconds.
Almost as soon as you stepped out of the bathroom you were seen by Sam and being called over to join her and Tara. Your eyes widened and you flicked a glance at Tara to see her with the same expression. You swallowed nervously before making your way across the kitchen.
âYou joining us for dinner?â Sam asked.
âSure,â you said. You smiled and hoped it would help cover your anxiety of the kitten moving around in your pocket.
âAssume youâre staying the night as well.â Samâs back was to you as she opened the box for the frozen pizza, she was getting ready to throw in the oven.
âIf you donât mind.â Sam never minded when you stayed the night anymore, most times she insisted, especially when it was late like it was now. You still always felt the need to ask, you never wanted to seem rude or just assume it was okay for you to stay the night if Sam ever happened to not want you there for some reason.
âOf course,â Sam shrugged like she always did.
Sam put the pizza on the stone and then slid it into the oven. She set the timer and then turned around, leaning against the counter as her eyes flicked from you to Tara. You tightened your grip on the kitten that was trying to escape your pocket. Sam hadnât looked down to see your sweatshirt moving yet but she narrowed her eyes as she glanced from you to Tara and back.
âWhatâs going on?â she asked cautiously.
âNothing,â you and Tara said at the same time. You internally smacked yourself, that was the opposite of not seeming suspicious.
Sam opened her mouth but quickly shut it when a meow echoed through out the room. Your eyes widened and you didnât even react as Sam glanced around the room. âWhat was that?â
âNothing,â Tara said unconvincingly.
Sam narrowed her eyes at her sister, then she whipped her head back around, looking directly at your pocket. You looked down to see the kitten once again sticking his head out. You sighed and took him out the rest of the way since you were officially caught.
âNo,â Sam sighed. âNo pets,â she looked at Tara.
âYou said I could get one,â Tara instantly said, pointing at finger at Sam.
âI said maybe,â Sam raised a finger.
You shot Tara a âI told you soâ look which she promptly ignored. âCome on,â Tara begged. âHe was on the street,â she gestured at the kitten in your arms. âYou really want us to throw him back out there?â she looked up at Sam, blinking with her best puppy dog eyes.
Sam looked at the kitten in your hands as you stepped closer. She narrowed her eyes as the little guy looked up at her, letting out another meow. âHeâs a survivor,â Tara continued. âLike us.â You and Sam both gave Tara a sideway glance, she seemed to really be pushing hard to keep the kitten, grasping at whatever straws she could.
Sam looked at the kitten again and sighed as she ran a hand through her hair. âYou have to take care of him,â she said.
âYes!â Tara squealed, not letting Sam finish before she started jumping up and down and running to hug her sister.
âAnd make sure he doesnât have fleas,â she pointed at Tara.
Tara nodded. âOf course! Weâll go to the pet store first thing in the morning!â
Sam narrowed her eyes as she stared at Tara for another second before finally nodding, seeming to accept Taraâs answer. Tara grabbed the kitten out of your hands and took off with him into the living room. You gave Sam a grateful smile before following after Tara.
âWhat should we name you?â she asked, staring at the kitten with a furrowed brow as she concentrated very hard.
âHow about Perseus?â you suggested, dropping down next to Tara.
She furrowed her brow as she looked at you. âGreek mythology, really?â she wrinkled her nose.
âHeâs a hero!â you defended, frowning at her reaction. âSlayed Medusa.â
âAnything else?â
You glance at the kitten then at Tara. âJoelâŠâ you quickly glanced at the floor, suddenly finding it very interesting.
âThe Last of us?â Tara frowned as she glared at you once again. âReally?â
You shrugged and threw your hands up in defeat. âWell, what do you got?â
âMidnight,â she smiled proudly at her option.
You scoffed and gave Tara your own glare. âThatâs so basic.â
âI found him, I should get to name him,â she narrowed her eyes at you.
âYou found him after dragging me down a dark alley.â
âWhat?â Samâs frantic voice came from the kitchen.
âI should get some say,â you continued.
Tara narrowed her eyes, not even acknowledging her sister. âFine,â she grumbled. âWhat else you got?â
You tapped a finger on your chin as you looked at the kitten, trying to figure out what name best fit him. âWhat if we go Marvel?â you asked. âHeâs a fighter,â you scratched under his chin, smiling as he lifted his head to give you more access and started purring. âHow about Steve?â
Tara bobbed her head back and forth as she considered the name. âMaybe,â she said, still deep in thought.
You smiled, at least it wasnât a no, the two of you were one step closer. Tara held the kitten up again, tilting her head back and forth as she observed him. You looked at Tara and then the kitten before your eyes widened and you shot to your feet.
âI got it!â you said, a wide smile on your face. Tara raised an eyebrow as she awaited your idea. âKovu!â
Taraâs eyes lit up as she also jumped to her feet. âPerfect!â she said. She leaned forward and captured your lips, catching you slightly off guard. You barely had time to reciprocate before she was pulling away. âHow is it possibly to love you even more,â she whispered against your lips before going in for another kiss, this time you were prepared.
The two of you didnât pull away until you felt the kitten wiggling between the two of you. You broke the kiss and looked down to see little Kovu was getting squished between the two of you. You both chuckled before dropping back down on to the couch.
Once the pizza was done Sam brought out a plate for you and Tara. Then the four of you sat in the living room, eating pizza and watching a random movie on TV. You and Tara would have to go to the pet store first thing when they opened to get Kovu some food, but you figured he would be okay for the night.
After you guys finished the pizza, you grabbed a blanket to throw over you and Tara as you cuddled up on the couch. Kovu got on the top of the blanket and walked around, kneading his feet as he got comfortable. Before you knew it, you and Tara were passed out, your heads resting against each other, and little Kovu was curled up between the two of you.
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Threeâs Company
This is just a lil blurb about Aaron Hotchner, Derek Morgan and you being in love! Based on the following Request: @satans-bitch Hi! Idk if you would be comfortable writing it, but I love the idea of Aaron hotchner x reader x Derek Morgan just all being so in love with each other. Thank u Xx â I took some creative libertiesâŠI hope you like it!
Hotch x BAU! Fem Reader x Morgan
Word count: 883
REQUESTS ARE OPEN - not edited - please be kind. Requests are open and feedback is welcome if it's constructive!
Warnings: My blog is 18+, minors DNI, Fem reader, pet names, poly-relationship (Iâm not the most familiar with this lifestyle) canon typical violence, mantion of babies and pregnancy, Let me know if I missed any.
I do not consent to having my work translated or reposted to any other site. That being said I do not own the characters portrayed in this story.
So, neither Derek nor Aaron ever and I mean EVER thought theyâd be in a polyamorous relationship. But let me tell you, when you arrived at the BAU, they both knew they had to have you. Aaron had gone to Dave time and time again seeking advice and Derek did the same with Penelope.
Theyâd both complain that there was no way you were interested, because clearly you like the other guy. Only, that wasnât quite the issue.
You didnât just like Aaron or Derek, you liked them both. They were so similar and yet so different and there was no way you could ever choose just one of them.
After many instances of the men fighting for your attention and affection, you pulled them both aside to have a serious conversation.
âI think I should leave the BAU.â You stated.
âWhat? No!â Derek blurted.
âWhy would you think that?â Aaron inquired. âIf our behavior has made you uncomfortable, I am so sorry. It was never my intention, and I would hate to see such a talented agent leave because of my idiocy.â
âItâs not your guyâs behavior thatâs making me feel this way. Itâs my feelings for you.â You said, gesturing to both men.
âFeelings for who?â Derek questioned.
âBoth of you.â You blushed.
That evening youâd explained to the men that you had feelings for both of them and had the situation been different youâd have suggested a poly relationship, but you knew that it was too much to ask of two alpha males whoâd never been in one before.
What you hadnât expected to happen was for them to give you a quizzical look and then ask you to give them some time to think about it.
--
It had been nearly a year since then and the three of you had developed something truly beautiful. Aaron had been so stoic at work but at home he was soft, and he always did everything in his power to ensure you and Derek were both cared for.
And well Derek, he was clingy at home. Always wanting his hands on you and heâd come to really enjoy having physical contact with Aaron.
Like when youâd watch a movie, Aaron would have his arm slung over the back of the couch while you cuddled up into his side, and Derek would be sitting as close to you as possible, practically sitting you in his lap. This position would allow for Aaronâs hand to rest around Derek as well and that warmth became a comfort for him.
There had been another shift shortly after that, pet namesâŠtheyâd been slipping out more frequently. And not just them men using them with you either.
âSweetheart can you pass me my phone?â Aaron had asked, looking directly at Derek.
âSure thing sugar.â Derek had replied.
You had been shocked initially, but it ultimately had warmed your heart to see them falling into this relationship more and more. Their comfort in this had been your main priority, you hadnât cared about anything else.
--
Work had been the toughest part of this newfound dynamic. When any of you got hurt on a case, the other two couldnât exactly hold it together. And with the team being out of the loop of your lifestyle, well they definitely suspected something.
The most recent had been Aaron, he had been shot while taking down an unsub. Thankfully it had been a flesh wound, but when you heard the shot and saw him go down, you couldnât help the wail that tore through you. The paramedics had requested you step away, and Derek pulled you into his embrace to get you to comply.
âBaby heâs gonna be okay!â Derek said while holding you close.
âHe was shot D! What if heâs not?â You cried.
âI know heâs gonna be okay baby. He has to be.â Derek mumbled the last part.
You looked up to see the tears falling from his misty eyes, and you held him tighter. The team sat by and watched the situation play out, fully convinced now that something was transpiring between the three of you. More than they had initially assumed.
--
The newest development had been the discussion of children. The guys had baby fever, they had seen you interacting with your sisterâs newborn and you swear you saw them both drooling over the sight of you.
SoâŠhave you ever thought about having kids princess?â Derek posed.
Currently you were lying on the couch, your head in Derekâs lap and him pressed against Aaron. The movie playing, long forgotten as Derek combed his fingers through your hair and Aaron traced shapes on Derekâs bicep.
âUm, yesâŠI have thought about it. Why do you ask?â You sat up.
âWell, honey, we had a conversation about it the other day.â Aaron clarified.
âYou twoâŠhad a conversation about me having a baby?â You questioned.
âAbout usâŠhaving a baby.â Derek said, gesturing to the three of you.
Your jaw dropped in shock. What had started as inappropriate flirting in the workplace had developed into a serious relationship between the three of you. One fueled by love, safety, and trust.
âI would love to have a baby with you guys.â You smiled. âI love you.â
âI love you.â
âI love you.â
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Late Night Chaos â Daisuke x gn! reader
summery: things aren't looking too good, so the crew decides to open the cargo hold and find out just what you were delivering.
tw: nothing that isn't in the game.
a/n: Updates might be a bit more spaced apart, but I'm gonna see this to the end. I refuse to give up on it.
wc: 2k
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âI didnât even wanna do this stupid internship.â
An admission into the night you're sure you werenât meant to hear. Your insomnia grew worse, unable to get Curlyâs painful screams out of your head or the plight you all found yourself. Only two months have passed, and you werenât sure if anyone was even looking for you. Did Pony Express even have any tracking system to see if ships were down? Would they search when it was already too late?Â
Your pessimism was shining through, but you tried to keep it to yourself, not wanting to smother Daisukeâs hope. It seems even he was prone to dark thoughts, but youâd be more concerned if he wasnât worried at all.Â
âIf I just told my mom no I could be home right now,â Daisuke continued to mutter to himself. âWho am I kidding, I could never tell my mom no.â
âI wish you did,â you replied, eyes still closed and curled up in a ball.
âY-youâre awake?â Daisuke gasped, but you made no sign of movement.
âHmm,â you hummed, pressing your face farther into your pillow. âI wish you werenât here.â Your words were harsh, causing the brunette to hesitate. You had gotten harsher after the crash, becoming more blunt.
But you had also gotten softer somehow. Sending him mixed signals, your harsh words softened when you gently stroked his cheek, eyes finally opening to meet his own. Anger, fear, sympathy, regret, so many emotions spun in your jewel colored eyes he almost felt dizzy.Â
âI wish we met before this,â Daisuke said, voice cracking as he felt pressure form behind his eyes. Shit, he didnât wanna cry, he had to be strong, for you and the rest of the crew.Â
Your fingers brushed under his eye, catching a tear that was threatening to fall. Your silence felt warm, inviting, your gaze broke him, the dam breaking as his wishes spilled past his lips.
âI wish we were back on Earth. Hanging out in my room and this all just ended up being a bad dream. My mom calling us for dinner and everything is okay.âÂ
He was crying now, fat tears falling down his cheeks as you continued to stroke them. Daisuke wrapped his arms around your form, burying his face in your neck as he let out strangled sobs, not wanting to wake the others.
âIâm sorry,â You murmured into his hair, gently running your nails up and down his back in a soothing manner. âYou donât deserve this, none of us do.âÂ
âŠ
âWe ainât touching the damn cargo,â Swansea argued. âThe hold is locked down for a reason. The only thing worse than dyinâ slowly is not gettinâ paid.â
The whole argument seemed redundant. It seemed that Swansea was the only one against opening the cargo hold. He was a stubborn old fool in your opinion. If your speculation is right, and you wonât be looked for until your ship doesnât come on time, then youâll all have died from either starvation or lack of oxygen. Both those options seemed terrible to choose from, but a long, drawn out death was worse than a short painful one. For all you knew, you all were shipping food, or water, or something that could keep you all going just a bit longer. Especially since the cryo chambers were out of commission (not like there were enough for the six of you anyway. Besides, Curly had no chance to survive the freeze due to his wounds).Â
âBut it could be something useful,â Anya argued back. âI think-â
âCould be what?â Swansea cut her off. âHopes, dreams and marzipan? Hah!â
âCould be food,â You interjected, glaring at the oldest of the crew. âProtein bars, chips, hell maybe weâre lucky enough to be carrying canned goods.â
âIf it helps us survive itâs worth it,â Jimmy added with a nod.Â
âMan,â Daisuke spoke up. âPony Express bosses really arenât chill at all, huh? Câmon, a quick look wonât hurt.âÂ
You nodded in agreement before Swansea brought up a good point, âHow exactly is this group therapy committee planning on gettinâ in there?â
âOh, right here boss,â Daisuke pointed to himself with a smug grin. âYouâre looking at the meanest swing of the regional junior baseball team! Nearly straight up corked a kid once! I can take the utility ax-â You couldnât stop the snort that came out of you, hiding your face behind your hands as everyone looked at you with various emotions.Â
âYou were goddamn born fully corked,â Swansea glowered, face twisted in a harsh sneer.Â
âThatâs enough, Swansea,â Jimmy intervened. âThere has to be an âin case of emergencyâ way inside.â
âIf I remember correctly from reading the safety protocolsâŠâ Anya trailed off. âThe doors should have an alternate access code, but it can only be uncovered using a code scanner device.â
âAnd only the captain has access to the scanner,â Jimmy continued.Â
âOf course! Go ahead, just ask him all about it then,â Swansea mocked. âMaybe heâll sing ya the blues too.â
âWe can just look for the scanner,â You brought up. âItâs probably either in the captain's quarters or the cockpit.â
âIâll figure it out,â Jimmy waved you off. âFor better or worse, Iâm captain now.â You tried your best to hide the offended look that fell on your face, but it was hard to do so when Jimmy rubbed you the wrong way. Sure, it made the most sense for him to be acting captain since he was Curlyâs co-pilot, but you didnât like the way he acted like he had to do everything himself. It was giving you âI need to do everything my way and feel better about myselfâ.Â
âRight on!â Daisuke cheered, before you all split your ways. Anya ran off to medical, Swansea stopped Daisuke from following him while Jimmy probably went towards the cockpit. That left you and Daisuke to sit in the rest area, the led screen shone an image of a warm sunset, permanently stuck after the crash.Â
âYou really think there might be food in the cargo?â Daisuke asked, resting his head against the top of the chair.
âItâs probably wishful thinking,â You grumbled, taking the seat across from him.
âDamn,â He sighed. âI was kinda hopinâ for something other than soup.âÂ
âYou dissing soup?â You asked, raising your eyebrows. âIâll take your portion too if you donât want it.â Wait! No!â Daisuke exclaimed with a chuckle. âI take it back, I mean I love love love soup and want to eat it every day!â
âYouâre such a dork,â You laughed, gently kicking his foot.Â
The door slid open, halting your conversation as Jimmy walked up to you both. He stared at you both intently, and you felt a bit uncomfortable at the irritable stare in his eyes. You slowly realized he always looked that way.
âLooks like itâll be soup again for dinner,â Daisuke spoke up first. âYou wanna rock paper scissors for the chicken noodle?â
âThatâs my favorite,â You pouted. Daisuke tended to make you feel more relaxed, no matter the situation. âAh, nevermind then,â He sighed. âItâs theirs.â Gosh, he never failed to make you feel warm either, even in your dire circumstances.Â
âHow much food do we have left?â Jimmy cut in, ignoring your banter altogether.Â
âIâd say four months-ish,â Daisuke replied.Â
âHmm, less than the remaining air supply, but we can make it last,â Jimmy muttered to himself holding a hand up to his chin. âIn theory. Weâll be poking new holes in our belts to pull that off.â The thought of starving unsettled you, but it was an unfortunate possibility. But then the question is how much air supply is left? That was something you couldnât conserveâŠwell, unless someone diedâŠbut even then it wouldnât be much.
âMan, my mom will straight up stuff me when I get back,â Daisuke laughed, trying to keep the atmosphere light. âIâll look like Swansea!â You chuckled bittersweetly, shaking your head amusedly. âWeâll have a rad story to tell,â Daisuke continued, looking between you and Jimmy with a strained smile. âThey might even write articles about us. We could be on TV!â Once again there was a pit in your stomach. No matter the outcome, you were sure to appear on TVâŠ
Jimmy also seemed uncomfortable, eyes shifting, and posture ridgid, âUh, itâll impress the ladies too.â You nearly broke out laughing at how awkward Jimmy was, coughing into your fist to hide it. Even funnier was it seemed he didnât realize you and Daisuke were already in a relationship.
Daisuke looked confused, glancing at you briefly before uttering a confused, âUhâŠyeahâŠthe real problem is running out of toilet paper. Fatal stuff, man.â This time you couldnât smother your laughter, hiding your face from the two men before you.Â
âSeriously!â Daisuke emphasized, grin turning brighter at your laughter. âWe should leave that part out for the press.â
âTotally,â You agreed. âWouldnât want the ladies to know.â This time Daisuke snorted, Jimmy nodding uncomfortably before leaving. The two of you cackled for a few more seconds before calming down.
âI thought everyone already knew we were dating,â Daisuke said, confused. âNot like weâve been hiding it.â
âJust goes to show how much he cares,â You shrugged with a sigh.Â
âYou think he got the code scanner?â He asked, tilting his head slightly.
âIâd think so,â You nodded. âWanna head to the cargo hold?â
âYeah.â
âŠ
Mouthwash.Â
You were hauling fucking mouthwash.Â
It felt like a tiny bit of your sanity slipped away. You werenât the only one though, everyone looking at the contents of the box in disbelief.Â
âMouthwash?â Anya asked in a shaky voice.
âUn-fucking-believable,â Swansea cursed.Â
âThereâs gotta be an ocean of the stuff in here!â Daisuke exclaimed. âThe room looks freakinâ endless!â You felt dizzy staring at the rows upon rows of shelves, boxes stacked to the brim on each one.Â
âThis is what theyâd have six people hauling for over a year?â Jimmy scoffed in disbelief. âAll of thisâŠfor mouthwash?!â You tensed slightly at his shout, but quickly focused on Anya as she spoke up.
âThe sugar content probably offsets any potential as a disinfectantâŠâ Anya informed, reading the ingredient content. Great, this was completely and totally useless-
âDisinfectant? Whatâre you-â Swansea grumbles. âLet me see that!â Snatching the bottle Swansea reads the contents as well. âFourteen percent ethanol.â Suddenly he bursts out laughing, seeming a bit manic.Â
âHaha?â Daisuke gave a confused laugh, clearly not understanding the implications. âI sâpose weâll smell good at leastâŠ?â âThatâs right kiddo! You can bet your ass on that!â Swansea continued to laugh.Â
âW-what are you doing?â Anya stuttered, eyes wide in concern. âStop that!â Instead, Swansea starts to chug the blue liquid, causing your stomach to churn.Â
âWhew-whee,â Swansea, sighs. âOhhh, shut up. Iâm just an olâ codger taking care of his dental hygiene.â
âYou hear that?â Swansea continues, glancing at you all. âThatâs the sound of fifteen years of sobriety popping like a cyst. A glorious, magnificent, red hot cyst. Good riddance and cheers! To Captain Curly! Hear, hear!â
âGuess anyone could get seriously blasted off of this stuff,â Daisuke mutters loud enough for us all to hear.Â
âYeah, and give you a seriously bad stomach ache,â You grumbled.Â
âAnd kill you in the process,â Jimmy huffed.Â
âThis canât be real,â Anya bemoans. âI-Thereâs no wayâŠâ
âNow we can go out in style,â Swansea grins nihilistically. âDaisuke! Come here! Anyone ever teach you how to drink like a man?âÂ
You felt your stomach drop, one alcoholic was bad enough, you would be damned to let Swansea drag Daisuke down with him.Â
âCâmon,â You muttered, grabbing Daisukeâs hand and dragging him past the rest of the crew, head down.Â
âSomthinâ wrong?â Daisuke asks once you're both back in the main hull.Â
You blinked at him like he was dumb, âSeriously? This whole situation is wrong! And now Swanseaâs out of commission if heâs gonna nurse that goddamned mouthwash!â You let out a frustrated sigh, running your hand through your hair.Â
âAnd heâs trying to take you down with him.â
âI wonât drink it if thatâs what youâre worried about,â Daisuke mumbles softly, eyes filled with concern.Â
You side-eyed him, feeling anxiety claw at your chest, âAnd how do I know youâll keep that promise?â
Daisuke opened his mouth, but nothing came out, confirming your fears.
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LOVING YOU FROM A DISTANCE [Ingrid engen x mapi lĂšon x reader]
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Summary: You love her, but she's in love with someone else that isn't you and all you can do is love and wacht her from a distance but would you really accept it?.
A/n: this is one out of fives parts of my Ingrid x mapi x reader serie. Updates every Monday, if you have any suggestions/questions that you'll like to see in the serie let me know and as always feedbacks are appreciated and hope you guys enjoyed this one đ«¶đż
Contains: emotionally dependent reader, cunning mapi, angst, a lil bit of yander vibes from r, toxicity.
You recently joined the team a few months ago, Ingrid was apart of your teammates who had hosted a welcome to the team party for you and the other girls.
The moments your eyes meet hers you could feel the butterfly in your stomach. Understand what people meant by love at first sight.
But that any thoughts you were having where crushed. the moments your eyes landed on a brunette woman arms filled with tattoos greeting Ingrid with a kiss on her lips while staring at you.
She couldn't be dating anyone could she?. You thought .but then again, you know nothing about this tall goddess that was standing a few feet's away from you.
Deciding to get out of mapi's view and interact with your new teammates even though you only wanted to speak to Ingrid.
That night, you took it upon yourself to find her socials and followed her along with a few other teammates.
The next day at training, you made sure to be up bright and early for the new training session while hoping you could be able to talk to Ingrid.
Your plan consists of partnering up with esmee from what you gather. She was really close to Ingrid and the rest and could eventually help you get closer to Ingrid.
Every day, you would come in early and would plant in piece of flowers.where you know she'll sit at or slip in chocolate bars into her locker or love note.
But every day it looks like your efforts goes to waste because she'll either trash anything you gave her. Or it would've been mapi who had put it into the dumpster before Ingrid could notice them.
She was starting to annoy you really bad. But today happened to be your lucky day.
It was during a training session and you where placed on Ingrid's while mapi was on the opposing team.
Everyone was having fun and showing out their best skills when all of a sudden you stole the ball from mapi and was about to score, which earned a lot of ou's around your teammates until she had tackled you down hitting your ankles real bad.
Yelling and falling down while holding down your left, Ingrid was the first one to reach asking if you were alright.
"Come on she's alright I didn't even hit her legs that hard". The spenaird said but instead she got a cold glare coming from her girlfriend.
"Ai mapi, I don't think we need any of our teammates injured, so let's keep it down with the aggression". Patri voice yelled out.
Ingrid helped you up along with the medic, you where hopping on your left leg has they tried moving you inside the building.
"I'm very sorry for what mapi did she's normally not like this". She said sat down right next to you
"It not your fault we're all adults and if she wanted to apologize she would've". You told her
"I probably won't be able to play for a while the pains killing my ankle". You told her.
"That kinda of sucks if you need a ride home, please let us know, pretty sure it the least we can do."She told you and you took on that offer.
You knew that it only pissed off mapi way more when she saw Ingrid helping you make way to their designated parking spot. Ingrid sat in the back with you so that you wouldn't feel any lonely.
You didn't know if it was too much when you had laid your head on her shoulders and close your eyes but before you did. The look mapi gave you just made you feel 10 times better already.
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Secret Benefits (part 7)
Sugar mommy!Larissa Weems x fem!reader
A/N: The long awaited chapter! I struggled so much writing this chapter, I think I started the draft months ago and eventually ended up changing the whole thing. I hope youâll enjoy it nevertheless!
The soft ticking of the clock echoed through the quiet room, its rhythmic pulse somehow failing to soothe your racing thoughts. You were curled up on the couch, the blanket Larissa had draped over you pulled tight against your chest. The warmth from the tea mug in your hands almost felt like a physical weight, grounding you in the moment, but it did little to ease the confusion clouding your mind.
It had been a while since youâd felt this strange mixture of calm and disorientationâthe kind where everything in your life seemed to be turned upside down, and yet you couldnât shake the nagging sense that something was different now.
But what exactly that âsomethingâ was, you couldnât pinpoint.
Larissa sat beside you, her fingers brushing through your damp hair. She was gentle, almost tentative, her touch soothing but cautious. She had been careful with youâher movements tender, like she wasnât sure how much space you needed, or how much closeness you could bear. Her words had been sparse, but her presence spoke volumes.
You hadnât expected this. You hadnât expected her. Here. So gentle, so kind, and so understanding, especially after you had been nothing but cold to her before. Yet here she was, sitting next to you with a quiet warmth that felt too much to process.
âLarissa?â you murmured, your voice thick with emotions you hadnât dared to voice. The silence between you both had grown so heavy, pulling at you like a tug of war. It felt like the space between you was expanding, and you couldnât tell if it was drawing you closer or farther apart. âI⊠I donât know how to process any of this.â
Larissaâs fingers paused in your hair. You could hear the shift in her breathâslow, measuredâas if she were gathering her thoughts before speaking.
âI know,â she said softly, and though her words were simple, there was a weight to them. Her voice, today, was different. It held something deeperâsomething you hadnât heard from her before. The usual authority she carried, the sharp, confident edges, had softened. Today, there was something vulnerable in the way she held herself, something you could almost reach out and touch.
âI donât deserve your kindness,â you whispered, your voice barely audible, as if the admission might make it too real.
Larissaâs hand stopped moving, and for a moment, the room seemed to hold its breath. Then, her voice broke through the quiet, soft and clear. âYou donât deserve what happened to you, either.â
The words were like a weight on your chest. They settled there, uncomfortably heavy, but somehow grounding. You shifted under the blanket, your thoughts in a fog. The memories of last night were fragmented, pieces that didnât quite fit together, leaving you with a sick feeling in your stomach. The guilt gnawed at you, threatening to overtake everything.
âI donât know if I can ever make up for what I did to you,â you murmured, feeling the guilt tighten in your throat. âI hurt you, Larissa. I hurt you in ways that feel unforgivable.â
A long pause followed. Larissa was still, her fingers still resting lightly against your scalp. Then, her voice broke the silence, steady but laced with something more. âForgiveness isnât something you earn from someone else. Itâs something you find within yourself.â
You didnât answer right away. The truth of her words hit you hard, and you could feel the tension pulling at your chest. It wasnât just the guilt. It was everythingâthe weight of your past mistakes, the confusion over the present, and the fear of what might come next. The clock ticking in the background seemed louder now, as if it was keeping time for something that wasnât yet ready to be spoken.
The world outside had fallen into a stillness, the fading light filtering through the curtains and casting long shadows across the room. But in the silence, something was unsettling, like the space between you and Larissa was becoming more distant, not less. A heaviness hung between you, thickening, neither of you quite sure how to bridge the gap.
Suddenly, Larissaâs hand withdrew from your hair, and you noticed the shift in the air, as if something had changed, though you couldnât yet understand what. Her voice cut through the tension.
âI have something to show you,â she said, her tone low but filled with determination.
A chill ran through you. Something in her tone made your heart race, a knot of unease settling in your stomach.
âWhat do you mean?â you asked, though a sense of dread was already creeping into your mind.
Larissa took a slow breath, her gaze flicking toward you, a hesitation in her eyes. âTrust me,â she said, her words heavy with something unspoken. There was a promise behind them, something you werenât sure you were ready for, but you nodded anyway, unsure of what else to do.
Larissa stood from the couch, a hand smoothing her hair in a soothing attempt.
And then, without warning, it happened.
It wasnât visible at firstâa small flicker, almost imperceptibleâjust a slight shift in the air around her. But before you could register it fully, the world around Larissa bent, rippled like a heatwave distorting the space between you. You blinked rapidly, your brain trying to make sense of what was happening.
And then she was gone.
Where once Larissa had stood, now was a man. The transformation had been so quick, so seamless, that it took your mind a moment to catch up. The man who stood in her place was tall, with broad shoulders and a strong frame that radiated strength and confidence. His face was familiar but unfamiliar at onceâa strangerâs face, yet those piercing blue eyes, the same eyes youâd seen so many times before, were unmistakable.
You moved back instinctively, your heart hammering in your chest. The manâno, Larissa, you realizedâwas standing before you in the same clothes from the night before. The dark jacket, the jeans, the boots, all familiar. The man you had seen rescuing you from the alley was now standing in your living room, only this time, the eyes staring back at you held more than just concern. They were full of something deeper.
Your mind reeled, trying to make sense of it. Larissa had⊠changed. She had shifted into him.
The man who had saved you. The one who had protected you. That man was Larissa.
You stumbled backwards, your back hitting the wall behind you as your breath caught in your throat. You had no words. No comprehension of what was happening.
âWhat... what are you doing?â you managed to choke out, your voice trembling.
The manâLarissaâstood there, his expression unreadable, but his eyes were filled with an emotion you couldnât name. His stance was rigid, like he was waiting for you to say something, anything. And then, his voice, the deep gravelly tone of the man you had seen before, broke the silence.
âIâm sorry,â he said softly. But it wasnât the manâs voice exactlyâit had a trembling, vulnerable edge to it. âI had to tell you the truth.â
You blinked, stunned. âYouâre... a shapeshifter?â You said, unsure about it being the right word.
Larissa nodded, her expression pained, as if the words themselves had hurt her. âYes. I am.â
The shock of it hit you like a wave, and for a moment, you couldnât process anything. Your mind was a mess of confused thoughts, fragmented memories, and the overwhelming realization that everything about Larissaâeverything about herâwas different from what youâd imagined.
âWhy didnât you tell me?â you whispered, barely able to form the question.
Larissaâs expression softened, and a quiet sigh escaped him. âI never wanted you to know,â he said, his voice now softer, almost regretful. âI didnât want you to think of me differently. I didnât want you to see me as something... less than human.â
You swallowed hard. The weight of his words was heavier than you had imagined. You had always seen Larissa as someone strong, someone unshakable. To see her so vulnerable, so raw at that moment, was a shock.
âI donât know what to think right now,â you whispered. âThis is... too much.â
âI know,â Larissa said quietly, and her eyes softened as she took a hesitant step forward. âBut I couldnât keep this from you anymore. I need you to understand... I didnât just help you because I had to. I helped you because I care about you.â
You stared at him, your heart racing as the implications of his words sank in. âBut why the man?â you asked, still trying to understand it all. âWhy not just tell me as you are?â
Larissaâs gaze faltered for a moment, his jaw tightening. âItâs not that simple. When I shift, itâs more than just changing my body. Itâs... itâs deeper. The man you saw last night, the one who saved you, heâs a persona Iâve used for years. One I adopt when I need to protect someone. I didnât know how to explain that to you... and I didnât want to scare you.â
You stared at him, trying to understand. âI wouldnât have run,â you whispered. âI wouldnât have thought you were... less human.â
Larissaâs gaze softened, his shoulders relaxing slightly at your words. But before he could respond, the shift began again. It was as if the air itself was twisting, warping around him. The manâs form shimmered and then, in the blink of an eye, the transformation was complete. Larissa stood before you once again, silver hair neatly tied back, eyes the same piercing blue, but something was different. She was still the woman you had known, but now, there was a vulnerability in her that had never been there before.
âYou didnât have to do this,â you said softly, stepping toward her.
Larissa looked at you, her eyes filled with something you could no longer name. âI needed you to understand. I needed you to know the truth.â
You took a step forward, your chest tight with something more than confusion. âI understand,â you said softly.
She smiled, a soft, bittersweet expression, and for the first time, you realized that despite everythingâdespite the secrets, the pain, the shifting realitiesâyou werenât as alone as you had once felt. The world outside might have been quiet, but in that moment, you finally felt like you were beginning to understand something deeper about yourself, about Larissa, and about what was possible in this strange, uncertain new chapter.
And maybe, just maybe, it was this was the start of something worth fighting for, something more than the simple arrangement you two had made at the beginning.
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Behind The Mask || Kang Yeosang
Synopsis: A cold-blooded, masked king appoints you, a new personal servant. He expects obedienceânot the stirrings of emotions to his long-buried heart. Your calm and soft presence softens something within him. His most dangerous dangerous battle? Dressing up as a mere guard and the risk of opening his heart to you because he has fallen for you.
Word Count: 20K. Started: 2022est. Finished: Nov. 11, 2024
Warnings: nsfw, fluff, happy ending, angsty, lots of killing, stabbing, blood, death (none main character), Y/N really can't tell he is the guard, very very sweet lovely dovey moments, historic era, smut, one shot, Y/N gets hurt at one point, if I'm missing anything let me know!
Blossom's Note: This story had me twirling my hair as I kicked my feet and all I saw Yeosang saying "blah blah blah proper name, place name, backstory stuff." How are my petals? I know its been a while. I'm sorry for disappearing. School and work consumed my time. Yes this story took two years because writers block SUCK and ofc school and work. I hope you all enjoy this story. I hold this story close to my heart. Now without further ado, grab a drink and popcorn and read on!
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There he was, the one and only cold blooded king, sat upon this golden with different color rare gems, dragon like throne. Draped in the finest silk robe that adorned red and gold outlines of dragons patterns that just exuded majesty.
His long luscious black hair half up while the down part rests in front of his shoulders. His mask, dark blue with intricate golden designs concealed his features, leaving his piercing brown eyes visible through the narrow slits. His fingers accessorized in hand made green and red jade rings.
The room is filled with tension as his courtiers and advisors, who are also dressed in their finest, maintain a distance around him as they flicker their sight from him to the grand entrance of the royal palace. âBring her in.â His cold voice slices the silence.
The doors opened, walking in was a guard gripping your arm, forcing you to walk into the room as you stumbled trying to keep up. When the guard let go of your arm, you instinctively fell onto your knees and bowed 'til your forehead touched the floor, âYour majesty.â You say greeting him with the upmost respect.
Your disheveled, covered in dirt appearance made you feel ashamed and embarrassed to be in the same room as him. You stayed down until he gave you the commanded. âRise,â you heard him say. You lift your head up and slowly stand, eyes remaining on the floor. "Look at me."
Your breath hitched when your eyes first laid on him. The way he sat upon the throne was absolutely captivating. You always wondered who was the man behind the mask. âWhy are you here?â His voice echoed in the room.
âI-Iâm here to serve, Your Majesty.â You stuttered, nervously swallowing. You felt the sweat beads forming on your forehead as he intensely stares at you.
His eyes remain cold. âI was told that you were one of the few who were sold to the palace.â he said, remembering what his advisors told him.
You nodded. âYes, Your Majesty,â you answered him, feeling your heart pounding up to your ears. âIâm all alone, as I have no family. They told me to either work at the palace or face a worse fate.â
He stays quiet, studying you for a moment before speaking. âMy last servant was removed for incompetence,â He said, feeling the color of your face drain, not liking where this is going. âYou are appointed to be my new personal servant.â
You widened your eyes, hesitant before speaking up., taking a small step forward. âYour Majesty, Iâm afraid that I do not know how to perform such task properly. I'm afraid I cannot-â
An advisor twisted his face in disgust cutting you off. âYou dare question the Kingâs judgement? You should be ashamed of yourself. Itâs an honor to serve the King.â His voice dripping with disdain.
Your mouth parted as you looked at the advisor, "N-No," You looked back at the King gasping as you quickly dropped to the floor, bowing down as you felt your heart sink. "No, Your Majesty, please forgive me. I just-â
âSuch insolence will not be tolerated.â The advisor cuts you off as he takes a step forward to you, waving his hand around.
âSilence!â You heard the King yell, making everyone flinch at his voice booming within the room. He glared at the advisor who shrinks under his stare as he moves back to his spot, looking down. âLet her speak." He said fed up with the advisor interrupting you.
The King sighed, trying to calm down his frustrations. "She has acknowledged her shortcomings and is willing to change it. I will give her the opportunity to prove herself to me that she is capable.â He said looking all of his advisors in the room to which they nodded.
You felt yourself shaking in fright, breathing shakily as you had your eyes shut tightly. âRise,â he commands you and you quickly rise up, looking at him. âLet me make it clear to you. Do make any further errors and it wonât be forgiven so easily. Understood?â he asks you.
Trust that it was a promise, not a threat.
You nodded quickly, swallowing feeling your throat dry. âYes, Your Mastery.â You said, âI understand my responsibility and will do my utmost to fulfill it correctly.â
His eyes remained lingering on you for a moment, âDismissed.â He said, leaning back in his chair.
The same guard from before moved from his position, walking up to you and grabbing your arm as he took you away. As you were being dragged away, you looked back and bowed at the King, having eye contact with him before looking forward.
He doesn't know why but there was something about you that had captivated him within minutes. He stared at you, watching you being dragged away until the main doors shut close.
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After the audience with the king, the guard guided you to where youâll be living from now on. It was a small, modest house that was right outside of the royal palace but still within the boundaries that separates the place grounds and city. Something interesting to note was that the Kingâs chamber window was in a clear view of you.
After you finish settling in, you went outside to take a moment to admire your surroundings. The house was nestled by a gentle stream that makes a melodic tranquil noise as the water flows by. Bright lanterns that are strategically placed alone a path and around the house that casts a beautiful yellow glow. Watching the petals of the cherry blossom trees, that are boarded around giving a sense of privacy, fall down as the wind shakes them.
You closed your eyes, turning to where the windâs direction feeling it blowing through your hair as you take in a deep breath, smelling the nature around you. From afar the King watches in secret not knowing why he was watching. His thoughts were unreadable.
You opened your eyes, feeling a strange sensation of being watched. You turned and viewed the window, thinking someone is there. You couldâve sworn you saw a shadow but once your sight adjusted nothing was there, just the curtains being swayed by the breeze.
In the room the King had quickly stepped back, feeling a bit panicked. He gained his composure before slowly peaking his head out the window, trying to catch a glimpse of you again, but alas you went into the house.
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The morning sun was starting to peak in as you inhaled and exhaled a deep breath, calming your nerves as you approached the Kingâs chamber door. You ran a hand down your black robe, a red dragon design outline on your right shoulder, trying to straighten it out before raising your hand to the door, gently knocking. âYour Majesty,â you called out. âI have arrived to help with your morning preparations.â
His deep voice rang muffled, âCome in.â You opened the door stepping into the dimly lighted room as you saw him sitting on a small cushioned bench by the open window, giving you his back. His posture up straight as his hands rested on his thighs.
âBe warned,â he said in his cold authoritative tone causing you to freeze in your step. âMy mask will be off as you fix my hair. If you so much attempt to look at my face, you will be punished by death.â
âYes, Your Majesty.â You say, feeling your throat hitch. You make your way to him, hearing the creak of the wood in every step. Youâve heard about the consequences of seeing the kingâs face, many have fallen to them. Youâve heard about people sneaking in to see his face, or coming up to him to rip the mask off.
For the longest time, there has been a standing tradition for royals, in this kingdom, to wear masks to ensure their protection and to keep their identities hidden, that includes their name as well. The name chosen for this king was Dragon. It was to symbolize his power and aura.
As you approached, your eyebrows furrowed at the sight of his back. Deep, and some faded, rooted scars were etched across his back. What caught the most attention was one that ran from his right shoulder across the lower back. You couldnât help but to feel empathy, heartbroken even. Who could do such a cruel thing?
Nonetheless, you kept your composure. You grabbed the brush, ready to start with the preparations. Feeling your longing stare of his back, he shifted slightly in his seat. âAre you ready to begin?â He asked with an underlying edge but stayed calm.
You cleared your throat, âYes, Your Majesty.â Your hands moved with gentleness as you stroke his beautiful silky black hair. Each pass was tender, smooth as you were able to detangle without any discomfort. Your hands moved skillfully, slow trying to avoid any abrupt movements.
Diving his hair horizontally, you expertly twisted his upper half of hair into a neat bun, pushing in a golden dragon hairpin as the lower part of his hair cascades down his back, tangled free as you ran your fingers through. You grabbed his mask, âYour Majesty,â calling to his attention, âI will now be placing your mask.â
He remains quiet as you gently position the mask over his face. He raises his hand to hold in place the mask as you adjust the strings behind his head, making sure itâs completely secure but not too tight.
When you finished with the mask, you had accidentally grazed the big scar with your finger tip as you were fixing the bottom half of his hair. The next thing you know, he turned around with fury in his eyes, âwhat do you think youâre doing touching me like that?â he said with irritation hanging off his voice as he gripped your wrist.
Through the slits of the mask you saw his eyes flashing with anger and defensiveness. âY-Your Majesty,â you say, trying to keep your composure. The death grip on your wrist was hurting you. âPlease forgive me. I didnât mean to cause you discomfort. It was purely accidental. Iâm so sorry.â You trembled in your words, trying not to cry.
When he sees your genuine reaction something inside him shifts quickly. He lets go of your wrist, making you gasp at the release, and takes a step back. He closes his eyes, telling himself that itâs okay, heâs in no danger. âJust finish helping me get dressed.â His voice sounded a bit strained but controlled.
He sits back down only this time he remains stiff as a board, hyper-aware of his surroundings as if he is expecting to be attacked. He just wants this to be over with already.
Your demeanor remains apologetic and respectful as you continued with your job. With every gentle touch you gave, he would tense at it. You felt so much remorse, but not much could be done. You take a step back once you finished, âYour Majesty, I have finished.â You bowed slightly.
âYou may go.â He said, still giving you his back. You walked to the door, reaching for the handle but hesitated. You turned back wanting to say something to ease the tension between you two, but you knew it wasnât your place. You bowed once more and left the room.
When he heard the door close, he hunched over leaning his arms on his thighs to support his weight. His mind started racing with all these conflicting emotions, feeling like he can hear people talking to him, sounds from battlesâeverything was talking over him. He yells as he looses control, ripping his mask off and throwing it to the wall.
He breaths heavy, looking at the mask that split into two from the impact. The once silent room was suddenly filled by his faintly, anguished sobs as he falls to his knees feeling defeated. He hated how damaged he was inside and outside. The loneliness took over him as he cried all alone.
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After that whole disaster, you barely saw him today. You figured he was occupied with his work, not really needing you. It was later in the evening and here you are in the laundry room. The fire on the torch illuminated the room as you worked on his clothes.
You paused for a second, using your arm sleeve to wipe the sweat beads on your forehead before going back to scrubbing the brush against the clothes. Slowly, your washing subsided as the memory from earlier creeped in.
Dropping the brush into the bucket, hearing the clank, you sighed. "How could I do something so stupid," You threw your face into your hands, feeling ashamed, embarrassed. "On my first day, nonetheless."
You rubbed your forehead, staring at your wrist. The adrenaline that was running in you in that moment must've suppressed the full pain because you didn't think your wrist would've bruised up. You moved your wrist around, feeling it just a bit achy.
You shook your head, trying to forget the interaction as you went back to work. "Can't change the past." You tell yourself as you stood up, stretching your neck and back. Your surprise he didn't kill you in that moment considering what he told you the day before.
You bent down, grabbing a wooden basked full of wet clothes by the handles and stepped outside. Feeling the evening breeze, you inhaled the fresh air. You walked to the clothesline, dropping the bowl near your feet, grabbing some clothes and wringing them of the excess water, making sure nothing is soaked up.
As you were placing the clothes and adjusting them to spread out to evenly dry, a young boy who was barely in his teens approaches you. "M-Ma'am," he said nervously as he fumbled with his hands, "The King is asking for fresh garments immediately." he said.
You smiled at him, trying to ease his nerves. He must've been sold as well, so young. "I'll go right now." You say as you finished hanging some clothes, grabbing the now empty bowl and leaning it on your hip for support.
You watched as the young boy nodded and ran away. You looked back at the clothes, checking to make sure everything was okay before gathering fresh garments and heading up to his chambers.
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As his door came into your view, you started to feel your palms sweaty. Your heart was racing with the memory of this morning. When you arrived you raised your hand, hesitating to knock. When you did you heard him say to come in a few second after.
When you walked in, you saw him standing near the window, his silhouette highlighted by the moonlight, making him look so ethereal. "Your Majesty, I have your fresh garments."
He turns around with his mask on and nods, acknowledging you. You headed to his bed, separating each piece of clothing in an organized manner. You bit your lips, in concentration as you made sure the shirts and pants were laid down flat. âIs there anything else you need- oh!â
You yelped in shock, placing a hand over your chest when you realize that he was standing closely behind you. You let out a breath, âIâm so sorry. I did not see you there, Your Majesty.â
But he stays silent, looking at your wrist tilting his head to the side as he reaches out and examines it. You felt your heart racing when he looks at you, âDid I do this?â He asked and then looks back down, turn your hand over to see the bruising.
You gulped in nerves, slightly taken aback that he was concerned. âI-Uh-â You fumbled with your words, afraid to tell him the truth not wanting to get him upset. âNo. No your majesty, I accidentally-â
His eyes stared into yours, his eyes reading donât come up with a pathetic lie. âAnswer me truthfully,â he cuts you off, your wrist still in his hands. âDid I cause this?â
You bowed your head, sighing in defeat. âYes, Your Majesty.â You looked back up at his eyes, âBut it was not your fault. I mistakenly touched you so I deserve it and any other punishment you might give.â
Behind the mask, sorrow was written on his face. His eyes flashing with regret for a slight moment before returning normal. âI-âŠ. I apologize.â The words felt so foreign on his tongue. âI did not mean to hurt you.â He doesn't know why he is apologizing, let alone even concerned for your well being.
Your mouth slightly dropped as you blinked a few times. Did you mishear him? âNo. You do not have to apologize. It was all my fault, I reassure you.â You said to him. âI shouldâve been more careful.â
First day on the job and you had the king acting like this? He has no idea who, what, why, or how you have a way to make him feel things within him. Never in the years heâs been living has he ever apologized. So what makes you so different?
You two shared a moment before he cleared his throat, releasing your wrist gently. âJust be careful in the future.â He looked away, feeling uncomfortable with the energy in the room. You watched as he walked to the window, âYou are dismissed.â He turned his head to the side to tell you before looking back out.
You bowed, âYes, your Majesty.â You turned and quickly left the room, gently closing the door as you leaned your back on it letting out a breath you didnât even know you were holding. You raised your wrist that he held, still able to feel his touch as your felt your heart doing leaps.
Meanwhile in the room, Yeosang was looking at his hand trying to remember the softness of your skin. His mind was running with a million of questions but the main one was; Who are you to be making him feel out of character?
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It has been weeks now since that interaction with the King, and to say he has been maintain his distance from you is an understatement. Yes, you are his personal servant, yes, you two communicate a lot but even in the same room as him he feels so far.
Yeosang made it a mission to push these feelings, I guess you can call it, to the side. He never showed concerned for your bruised wrist, but he wonât lie that it pained him a bit when he saw you wincing in pain when you did a sudden movement or when it was in the healing stages how the yellow looked frightening.
He never showed any further signs of compassion or concern. Just his normal cold self and commands with the same detachment. You have seen the side of when he gets angry at his advisors during meetings or when they arrive with bad news or when they mess something up. There are times you flinch at his voice when he yells at them. Donât even get started when it comes to his army. The physical torture he puts his men through to get stronger is not for the weak. But do not think for a second that he is not participating, oh, he very much is.
The many times you have seen him go into practice fights with his men, to which they end up passing out with broken noses, eyes swollen, blood all over there faces as you stand off to the side, holding his robe, waiting for him to finish up. The many times you have stood in the rain watching him and his men move with practice movements in synchrony.
But no matter how much he tries to shove those feelings to the side, he canât help it when he sees you. For example, you have become an expert in reading his body language, trying to find ways to calm him down during meetings whether it is water, or collecting paper he has thrown in an angry fit, planning the meals that will bring him comfort after a rough day or the way you stand in the rain and run to him with an umbrella, draping his robe over drench shirtless body, having a warm bath prepped for him already. Just little things to big things that add up.
You have yet to see the brutal side that you have heard. But you couldn't help but wonder, what laid behind the mask. Not just the physical aspect but the emotional part. Why did he keep his emotions in a distance. Do you think you guys will share a moment once more?
The bright midnight moon lit your path as you wandered throughout the palace's garden, deep in thought. You ran your fingertips on the bloomed roses, watching them move from the movement as you walked by them. Coming across a stone bench that was stationed in front of the fountain, you take a seat.
You looked at the statue that stands in the center of the fountain, admiring the how the the man holds the woman in a embrace full of passion as she stares at him with eyes full of love. How can someone capture such tenderness and deep affection on stone. The glow from the moon casts on the statue, making it even more enchanting.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" A deep voice rang from the side. You turned to face where the voice was coming from and you spotted a man dressed in a guard uniform.
You smiled at the man, half of his face was illuminated by the moonlight as he leaned on a stone wall, arms crossed. "Very beautiful." You say looking back at the statue then to him, "I wasn't expecting to see anyone at this hour, but I'm glad I have company."
He smirks, "Glad to be of company." He said, pushing himself off the wall. "You know," He said, walking to you, "there's a story behind the statue," he extends his hand out to you, "if you're curious."
You smiled as your gaze jumped between him and his hand. "Do tell." You said, grabbing his hand feeling some rough patches on his hand. Wow, there was no denying that this man was handsome. You took this time to take in his features.
He had a heaven painted birthmark on his left eye, enchasing his piercing stare. The way the moonlight defined his cheekbones, giving him a sharp look. His eyes, for some reason, looked familiar but also striking.
He gives you a small twirl, making your heart leap at the gesture. He places your hand on his arm as he guides the way through the garden. "Well, this statue represents a love story from many, many years ago," he starts off, "The couple were from different social classes, much of the tales of forbidden lovers."
You stared at him in curiosity, his voice entrancing. "They met in this very garden, in secret, away from prying eyes of the palace, society," He said, grabbing your arm pulling you down in some bushes, "Everybody." It was in perfect timing because a guard walks by, looking side to side making sure the coast is clear, oblivious to you two.
When he sees him out of sight he goes on, "The woman came from the royal family, a noblewoman bounded to another man," he says, holding your arms, helping you get up, "While the man she truly loved was a no one, dirt poor, mere gardener."
You're so captivated by the story, you stare at him in awe. He goes on guiding you both on the path from before, "They were so deeply in love, felt like just them two in the whole universe. But from the start..." he paused in the story, looking at you watching your eyes full of curiosity, "There relationship was cursed."
You gasped slightly, eyes widened at the sentence, "No." you said fully engrossed into the story.
The man chuckled at your reaction, liking how your reacting. "But despite all the odds that came at them, they never gave up on one another, still visiting each other in the garden." he said.
No words can describe the way your heart is feeling as you watched him passionately describe the story. He finally stops, turning you as he slowly one by one takes your hands into his, "One night they decided to runaway together." he looks down with a hint of sadness, "But fate was not kind as they were discovered. Everyone saying their love deemed a threat."
He then turns you to face the fountain, your eyes widening at the sight. "They were separated and never saw each other again." He whispered in your ear, behind you. The angle he put you in brought the beauty out of the statue in its most perfect form. The garden surrounded the statue while the full moon shined behind the figure which was breathtaking.
But you couldn't help but to feel heartbroken for the couple. "That's so tragic. I can't fathom the pain they must've gone through." you said, processing the story.
"It is," he says, getting in front of you as he smells a rose he had plucked from a nearby bush. "The king at the time authorized this statue as a tribute to their love." He said placing it in your hair, "A reminder that love can leave a lasting impact."
You felt butterflies in your stomach, seeing him now take position of the statue with the moon behind him now. He looked like he was spotlight of the garden. "May I be honored to know the name of the enchanting lady who has captivated my heart this evening?" he asks, smirking.
You felt yourself blushing as chuckled at him, "I'm Y/N," you said, blushing a bit. "And who might you be?"
He stays silent as he gives you a smile, âif you return, then Iâll give you my name.â He grabs your hand and places a tender kiss, âUntil then I must take my leave.â
You felt a bit frustrated with him mystery man, but you couldnât help but to feel excited to see him again. You watched as he walked away, âW-Wait!â You called out to him and you reached your hand out to stop him, âWhen will I see you again? When do I come back?â
âYouâll know.â He said as he winks at you, smirking before leaving. You placed a hand on your hip, feeling frustrated even more, âWell, that doesnât help.â You said out loud to yourself. You then grabbed the rose in your hair and smiled at it as you smelled it, walking home.
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Meanwhile quicken steps can be heard against the floor as they made steps to the Kingâs chamber. The door opens and shuts in a hurry as Yeosang leans his back against the door, trying to catch his breath.
He then looks at the window, pushing himself off the door as he makes his way to it. He peaks out to and catches a glimpse of you admiring the rose in your hand as you sat upon the steps of your house. You smelled it once more before breaking out into a smile, feeling a giddy inside.
He watches you get up and head inside for the night. He sighs as he moves to his bed and sits at the edge of it. What compelled him to dress up as a guard and talk to you in such ways he never imagined he could do was beyond him. You captured him and he wants to figure out why he had fond feelings for you.
He feels a sense of anticipation, wanting to see again but as himself as Yeosang, not as the King. You consumed his thoughts. From the way you touched him with tenderness to the way you carry yourself with effortless grace. He laid down on the bed, looking up to the ceiling. "What am I doing?" he spoke to himself.
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The soft sunlight casted on your skin, your eyes squinted as the sun shines brightly while you walked alongside the King and his guards, roaming around in the city. You took in the scene before you as vendors called to bystanders to try out or look at what they were selling. The sound of children laughing and running as they played with their friends through the crowds while the rest of the town-folks went about their day.
You then spotted a couple who were laughing together as they held hands, looking at the stalls full of jewelry. It reminded you of the mystery man from the garden, that you have yet to see again. Partly because you have just been so busy with your responsibilities and youâve just been so exhausted.
It has been a couple of days since you last saw him, hopefully he doesnât think anything bad of you since you havenât gone back. You canât help but let out a soft chuckle when you picture him telling you the story. âSomething on your mind?â You heard the King ask you making you jump out of your thoughts.
Yeosang had noticed the way you stared at the couple, making you lose yourself in thought. He matched your pace in walking so he can spark a conversation. âOh,â you smiled, âItâs nothing, Your Majesty.â You tell him, shaking your head.
âInteresting.â He said, as he waved back at the people who bowed and waved at him. Despite his cold demeanor and angry side, he truly cared for his people, wanting to ensure the best for them. âThis nothing has you smiling.â
You bit your lower lip, biting back a smile as you felt butterflies in your stomach. âYes indeed.â You say softly, looking down. âHe does.â You whispered that part yourself but Yeosang heard it. He felt his heart flutter at your words.
The silence takes over you two. Still lost in your thoughts, you fail to notice children, who sneakily ran through the guards to approach you. You felt a tug on your shirt, causing you to look down, âHi there,â you smiled, kneeling down to their height, âhow can I help you?â
They looked at each other giggling then back at you, handing you a toy inviting you to play. âOh, wow!â You gasped in admiration. You looked at the King who nodded his head in approval. âStay with her, keep her safe.â The King ordered two guards who stood by you as you played with the kids. You couldnât help but to smile as you played with them, taking in this moment of happiness.
Yeosang went ahead, looking at the stalls, seeing what the venderâs were selling. He then sees a table full of beautifully crafted hairpins, captivated by the designs and gems gleaming as the sun shines over them. When he approached, he saw the owner, an old lady, struggling to get up to greet him. âPlease.â He held his hand up to stop her.
She smiles as he bows as best as she can, âYour Majesty,â she said softly, adjusting herself in her seat. âIt is an honor. How may I serve you?â She asked, gesturing at her table with her hand.
He doesnât reply just yet. Instead, he gazed at the variety of hairpins laid out in front of him. He can tell that each piece was delicately and intricately made. âThese are beautiful.â He spoke as he looks at her, âDid you craft them yourself?â
She hums at him, smiling. âYes, all handmade your Majesty. Thank you.â She watched as his eyes roamed all over until his eyes landed on a beautiful red rose hairpin. Behind the mask, his mouth opens in awe as he grabs it, examining the beauty of it. This is the one for you.
It was the perfect replica of the rose he gave you that night. He then turns to look at you in the distance, watching you tickling the kids as they fall into your embrace, full of laughter. Heâs mesmerized at how your beauty shines more when you laugh. Behind the mask, he smiles at the sight of you.
âMy husband use to look at me like that.â The old lady said full of warmth and nostalgia as she looks between you and him.
His eyes widened as he turned to look at her in shock, âW-What do you mean?â He said, stuttering feeling as he was caught red handed. Was it that obvious?
She chuckled gently, âYour Majesty, forgive me,â she said leaning forward causing him to lean in as well, âNo mask can hide the eyes of love. Not even the coldest exterior can conceal what the heart truly feels.â
He lets out a low laugh, which makes the old lady be in shock before laughing with him. The cold king can laugh? âThere is something about her that calls to me.â He tells her, feeling happy he can let this out of his chest. âThank you for your wisdom and courage. Not many can talk to me in that way. Itâs rare to find someone who can see so clear.â
He hands her the pin. âI would like to purchase this one.â He tells her and she grabs it as she wraps in a red handkerchief. âHow much will it be?â
She shook her head, holding her hand out to stop him. âFree of charge. Anything for you, your Majesty.â She hands it to him, smiling.
âHow much is it-â
âYoung man-â
âYoung man? You know I am the King, correct?â
âI am older than you. Respect the elders, correct?â The woman hits back at him. No one would ever speak to the King like this but he likes how she treats him as if thatâs her grandson.
He tilts his head to the side as if saying try me as he extends his hand out signaling for his guard to give him the pouch full of coins. He places the pouch on the table, pushing it closer to her. âAll yours.â He said, smirking behind the mask.
She looked at the pouch and gasped at the kind gesture. There was no way she felt comfortable taking that amount of money, âYour Majesty-â
âPlease. You work so hard, you deserve it. Besides, itâs been a while since I was scolded like how my grandmother did. You remind me of her.â He said as he tucked the handkerchief away in his robe, making sure itâs safe.
She bowed and repeatedly thanked him as he walked away. He walked to your direction, watching your rise up from your feet, dusting off the dirt from your pants and hands as the children scampered off. Your face radiating a glow from the brief interaction with the kids. âThe children really enjoyed your company.â He chimed in as you walked alongside him, feeling a huge shift in his demeanor, seeming more relaxed.
You looked at him with a smile, fucking some hair behind your ear, âOh, they were just delightful.â You said, âI enjoyed spending my time with them.â
âIt was a beautiful sight.â He mumbled to himself, looking ahead.
You furrowed your eyebrows at him, âIâm sorry your Majesty, did you say something?â You asked him.
He shook his head and let the silence take over once more. You didnât question him. But behind the mask he was sweating bullets. Did he really speak his thoughts out loud?
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It was getting late, deeming it time to go back to the palace. The King had mentioned it to the guards that it was time to leave, but in reality Yeosang has been wanting to see you again in the garden, in hopes of giving you your gift.
Just as you all were about to leave, a sudden commotion erupted. Everyone within the group froze, turning around quickly to examine what was happening. You see fellow townsfolk staring at where the sound was coming from but soon shifted to them running away as a group of masked men dressed in black charged through the stalls.
They were jumping on the stalls, smashing goods, overturning stalls in their pathâpanic was surging quickly as the crowd started to push one another to leave the scene as terrified screams radiated from them. You frantically looked around, watching people pass you as the guards tightened the circle around the king and you.
You felt the once relaxed demeanor shift into a protective one as the King grabs your arm, holding you close behind him. His eyes darkened when he sees the incoming masked men, âY/N,â his voice rang in your ears, âstand behind me.â
You nodded, trembling in fright. âYes your Majesty.â The sounds of the swords unsheathing made you more into a nervous wreck. Soon enough the kingâs guard stepped into action, hearing the clashing of swords as you heard yelling from both sides.
One assailant stepped up to the king, which instinctively caused you to take a step back, trying to rip the Kingâs mask off his face. Your eyes widened at the action making you gasp as you covered your mouth with your hand.
The king was faster than him. He sidesteps, grabbing the manâs stretched out arm, giving it a twist and forced it upwards. A nasty pop sounded in his arm causing the man to scream in agony. Yeosang shoved him to the floor, turning to fight another attacker.
Without hesitation, he leaped into action using hand to hand combat skills, bringing down enemies. The precision and strength he had was able to tackle many of them down, one after another. You slowly backed away from them, scared to be caught up in the middle.
You then bumped into something, causing you to turn around to see an assailant, tilting his head side to side, almost as if a snake in trance, wondering what he is doing to do to you. You wasted no time turning to run away, but he was fast. He grabbed a fist full of your hair as he dragged you down to the floor, dragging you by your hair.
You held your hands onto his wrist, screaming in pain as your scalp burned. âLet me go!â You yelled at to him as you tried slapping or punching his hand. He roughly lets go as he gets on top of you, backhanding you causing you to slightly lose your consciousness as you felt the corner of your lip bleed by the impact.
You looked to the side, seeing the king fighting as your vision gets blurred. You then feel the weight of the attacker on you as he placed his hands on your neck, starting to choke you out. âPlease..â you whispered with whatever breath you had left.
You clawed his hands in struggled desperation. Panic surged through you as your vision blacked out little by little as your fighting is subsiding slowly. Amidst in his own fight, from the corner of his eye Yeosang saw what was happening to you. His heart was racing when he saw your hands drop, closing your eyes. Something within him exploded at that sight as he quickly dispatched the guy he was grapping with, twisting the manâs neck as he killed him.
Yeosang takes out a blade he keeps hidden within his robe and in a swift motion and precise throw, he hurls it to the back of the head of the attacker. He watched as the attacker stiffens and then falls on top of you as blood spews from the back of his head.
Yeosang quickly runs to you, shoving the man off of you as he holds you in his embrace. âY/N,â he said, tapping with some force on your face to wake you up, âCome on, wake up, wake up,â his voice trembled with fear, âplease, Y/N. Wake up..â
You then shot your eyes open, gasping in shock as your hands shot out keep pushing the man off of you but he wasnât there anymore. Your throat felt raw and burned as you coughed. You felt a hand on your face causing you to jump in fright as you shoved them off of you. âHey, Y/N itâs okay!â You heard a familiar voice. âY/N, itâs me.â
You looked at the king in fright. âYour Majesty-What-,â you cut yourself off as you looked around, âWhat happened?â You asked him as you looked down at your blood stained clothes and the dead body with the blade behind its head. âOh my god.â You gasped as you looked away.
âLook at me, Y/N,â the King helps you up as he cups your face, âYouâre okay.â He reassured you as you nodded at his words, feeling dizzy as you tried looking into his eyes. âItâs over. Itâs over.â He cleans up your fallen tears, you didnât even notice you were crying, with his thumbs. âItâs over.â He tells you once more.
His guards were able to take control of the situation. The danger was finally over, but the encounter had left a mark on everyone. âCall for more guards, we are going to clean up this whole mess, aid those who got hurt. Imprison all the assailants, Iâll handle the rest in there.â He told his guards, his eyes never leaving your face as you looked at your surroundings. In unison bowed, giving a strong yes sir.
âLetâs get you cleaned up.â He said as you nodded at him as you walked back to the palace, hand placed on your back as he guided you. Heâs going to take care of you right now, forget the responsibilities you two hold right now.
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The dimly lit prison was heavy with tension as the sounds of the assailants muffled whimpering, groans of pains filled the ears of everyone in the room. You watched as they trembled in fear, faces now in display with swollen, bloody, beaten up features as all the mouths were gagged with a black cloth while others cold dead on the floor.
You said that you never saw the brutal side of the king tonight was the night that changed everything. Surrounding the room were the palace guards that were holding stern faces, barely illuminated by the flickering torchlights as they stood in the position of attention. You stood in the middle, up against the wall away from the king and the prisoners, watching how he slowly removes his regal robe as he approached the weapons table.
You swallowed nervously, looking down feeling afraid of what heâs going to do next. He dropped his blood stained silk robe on the floor, reaching for a rag on the table to dry off his hands full of blood. His back scars on display for everyone to see. His arms reach over to grab a knife, getting lost in thought as he moves it around, watching it gleam from the light.
You slowly lifted your gaze at him, watching him drop his arm, standing still as he stared ahead to the wall in front of him. His eyes flickered with void, behind the mask his expression was darkening, feeling the surge of anger coming over him. His people were in dangerâ you were in danger. He could never live with the fact that he let you get hurt.
âIâll ask again,â his deep voice rang in the room causing the prisoners to whimper in fright. âWho sent you?â He turned around and faced them, causing them to widen their eyes in terror as some had tears falling down.
As he walked closer, the whimpering grew louder, a desperate plea for mercy. Some shook their head in disbelief as others begged with a muffled cry. Yeosang takes calculated movements, watching them as if they are his preys. You gulped as you watched this new side of him take over him.
You let out a shaky breath when you see him kneeling down to one of them, using the tip of his knife to raise his chin to look at him in the eyes. âYou,â he said. âThings will go smoothly if you just comply with me. Who sent you here?â
The man shook his head as he tried speaking through the cloth that covered his mouth. âShhh,â he hushed the man as he lifted the knife to the cloth, shoving the knife underneath it and he cut apart letting the man speak freely. âSpeak.â He demanded.
âP-Please have m-mercy on me.â The man cried out to him as he bowed his head. Yeosang just laughs in his face. âMercy?â Yeosang repeated, with a wicked smile behind the mask, âMercy you asked of me? When you attacked my kingdom?â
The man whimpered when Yeosang drags the knife down from his temple to his jaw, not too deep but enough to draw blood, âPlease, your majesty forgive me.â He pleads with him, closing his eyes tight in fear.
âOkay.â Yeosang said nonchalantly, looking at him with darkness in his eyes. The man parted his mouth in disbelief as he looked at him with widen eyes, âO-Okay?â He questioned. Yeosang placed a hand on his chin for support as he shrugged, nodding his head, âOkay.â He confirmed.
The attacker let out a breath of relief, guard coming down. Yeosang took the chance to jab the knife into his throat causing you to look away as if youâre going to throw up. âAll is forgiven.â He said as he watched the knife slide out the manâs neck as he drops to his side, blood oozing out.
You closed your eyes as you heard the man struggling to breathe. You felt tears dwelling in your eyes, wanting to leave this place. You inhaled a sharp breath as you looked back at the king, feeling scared when you see the king stand up in frustration.
The king has been going at this with hours and nothing has yet to come. His patience, as you can tell, is wearing thin at this point. âMaybe we should try a new question?â He said as he flips the knife in his hand. âWhich one of you is the leader?â He asked, pointing the knife at them.
The men shared panicked glances, but not daring to snitch on who it is. Yeosangâs jaw tightened, feeling angry again. But he tried to not let it affect him as he carefully looked over at the men, stopping at one who is particularly shrinking in his spot as he looked down, shaking a bit side to side.
Yeosang approached him as he grabbed a fist full of hair and yanked his head up to face him as he knelt down in front of him. âItâs you, isnât it?â He tilted his head. He removed the cloth from his mouth but the man was too afraid with fear caught in throat. Holding the knife to his jaw, âSpeak. Or should I slit the answer out of you?â He asked pressed the side of the knife into his neck.
âNo, wait!â The man spoke out with widen eyes, âitâs him!â His eyes pointed to the man next to him which causes the man to yell at him, muffled. âHeâs the one you want.â The man guided Yeosang with his elbow. âP-Please..â
Yeosang smile widens as he let go of the man's hair, standing up as he towers over the man next to him. âFinally,â The way he stood over him like a shadow of death. "Why donât we start again, mmm?" he tilts his head to the side at him. The man frantically looks all over the room, trying to find an escape. Yeosang lets out a evil laugh that gave you chills down your spine, "Try all you want. There's no escape."
In a swift moment, he gets behind him, grabbing a fist full of hair as he pressed the knife shading the manâs throat. The man shivered as he closed his eyes pleading for someone to rescue him. âYou hurt my people,â he whispered in his ear, âYou hurt someone I care about.â He said as he looked at you.
You didnât know what the king was whispering in his ear, but what you do know is that you froze in fright when he looked at you, letting out a shaky breath. The prisoner looks at you, âDonât. Look. At. Her.â He hissed to the man as he pressed the side of the knife deeper into his neck causing the man to close his eyes as he shook his head.
The anger of him looking at you, the anger of seeing you helpless, the anger of your precious face hurt, the anger of seeing you lifeless in his armsâ he loses it. He stabs the man on the thigh, dragging it upward causing the man to scream out in agony. The king shoved him to the floor as he gets on top of him, hand over his mouth, shoving the cloth further into his mouth.
âAnswer me!â He yells at him as he turns on the knife in his thigh, âWho sent you?!â He asked once more as he takes out the knife and holding up against the prisonerâs face.
â-ee-in-om.â The prisoner said, repeating the same muffled words. Behind the mask, Yeosang furrowed his eyebrows as he reached to remove the cloth from his mouth. âLee Kingdom.â The man breaths out, his chest heaving, âThe Lee Kingdom sent us here to harm you.â He confused as he gulp, trying to moisten his dry throat.
Yeosang froze as he watched the man confess, the words processing in his head. He slowly stood up with the knife in his hands. You watched as he stood over the man, the lights shining on his sweaty body as he gave you his back, watching it rise from his heavy breathing.
The Lee Kingdom, how could he forget for a second? For years these two kingdoms have been at war, fighting for ownership of respective lands. He scoffs in disbelief, shaking his head as he looks down. He shouldâve known this attack was park of a larger scheme orchestrated by them.
There was a moment of silence before he spoke. âTurn around.â He commanded. Within seconds you saw the guards turn around, making you look around in confusion. âEyes.â He said. In sync PERFRCTION, the guards take out a blindfold as they wrapped the cloth around their eyes.
You furrowed your eyes in confusion as you take a step forward to the King, âYour Majesty-â
âY/N,â he cuts you off as you froze in your step. You watched as he lifted his head, staring out the prison window. âLeave and wait for me outside.â He lifts his hands and slowly takes off his mask causing you tu turn away in fright, your heart was racing when you heard the men screaming.
The men were trying to stand up as they tried to find a way to escape, knowing the consequences of seeing his face. They know they are not leaving here alive. âI donât want you to see this.â His voice rang through the screams as his mask dropped on the floor. You quickly ran out the door, the sound of the door closing faded the terrorizing screams.
You ran down the hall with a hand covering your mouth, feeling nauseous forming in your throat. You ran up to a wall as you placed your hand on it as you leaned for support. You felt yourself breathing heavy as you tried catching your breath. You placed your back against the wall, sliding down as you covered your ears hearing the screams.
The screams that followed a desperate pleas for mercy tugged on your chest. You knew they deserved punishment, you knew they caused harm to the kingdom but you canât deny the fact that seeing such gruesome acts brought fear into you. Especially seeing the King do it. Each scream was more gut wrenching than the last.
You sniffed, removing the hands from your ears as the screams suddenly stopped. You let out a shaky breath as you blurred vision stared at the door down the hallway. The eerie silence makes your skin crawl as your heart pounds so loud to your ears as you slowly get up.
You take small, hesitant steps to the door but froze when you heard the door creak open. You soon see the king stepping out with blood splattered across his upper body as he puts his robe on, concealing the brutality that took place. His eyes never met yours as he walked past you with composed steps.
He heard your slight hesitation in steps as you followed behind him. He can sense how your perspective on him changeâ heâs now the cold blooded, brutal king everyone talks about. How can he face you now?
He stops in his steps, âAre you alright?â He asked in a gentle tone, turning his head to the side to talk to you. The concern in his voice was genuine, but his actions weights heavily on him. âIâm sorry you had to see that. But it needed to be done. I would do anything for my kingdom.â I would do anything for you, he wanted to say.
You paused in your steps. âYes, your Majesty.â You nodded. âI understand.â You said quietly.
He inhaled and exhales as he turns to fully face you now. His expression behind the mask softens instantly as he sees your scared state. He sees your bruised up lip and slowly gets close to you. You controlled your breathing as you see him approaching. Slowly he grabs your chin to turn to the side to examine your lip but you jolt back as the flashback him holding the knife up to the manâs chin flashes in your mind.
You gasped as you looked away. You then looked back at him with your head bowed. âForgive me. I-I donât know why I did that your Majesty.â His heart felt a slight pang as he dropped his arm, slouching slightly in sadness.
âNo, itâs okay.â He said gently, looking down. âClean up your lip and be careful with your neck. There are a few bruises.â He said pointing to his neck. He sighed as he turns around, walking away from you.
âGo home and rest for the night, Iâll handle the rest tonight.â He said raising his hand to give a small wave. âTake care of yourself please.â
You bowed as he walked away, âYes, your Majesty.â You stood up and watched as he disappeared from the hallway. You sighed as you started walking to your house, reliving the whole day in your mind.
When you entered your house, you walked up to a mirror looking at the state of your face. Your eyes red and swollen from crying, your lip slightly bleeding but your neck is what shocked you the most. Your finger tips run over the hand prints on your neck as the flashbacks of the attacker on top of you pops up in your mind.
You sighed as you shook your head, trying to forget it as you walked to your window. The moonlight peered in as you approached it, looking up to the kingâs chamber window only to find him standing there already, gazing out to the moon.
Your heart leaped when he looked down, catching you looking at him. You slightly jumped back but gave him a small wave and a smile. He nods as you before stepping back and closing the curtains. You leaned against the wall, still looking at up at him. Behind the darkness, there is a beautiful soul within him.
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The next morning, you headed to the palace. You beat the sun in rising as you see the golden hues peaking over the stone walls that surrounded the palace. "Good morning," You were greeted by one of the usual guards, "The king wishes to be alone today." He gives you a small sympathetic smile as he took in the injuries in your face.
You were taken aback, "Oh," you felt slightly sadden that he does not need you today, but you understand why he needs his solitude. "Thank you for letting me know." You said as you looked down at the clothes you brought him, "May you hand this to him?"
"Of course." The guard said as takes it from your hand. "If anything changes, we will come and get you." He said as you nodded and bowed, leaving the scene.
You gnawed on your lower lip as you walked away. You truly wish you can speak to him about yesterday and to apologize once more from jumping away from his touch. You wonder how he is able to cope with the weight that carries, wishing there was something to do to ease the pain.
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The day was a blur as you were preoccupied with other responsibilities. You held hope in your heart to be called by the king but nothing. The sun began to set as the sky was painted with hues of pink and orange while you walked to the garden.
The peacefulness of the garden was slowly becoming your safe haven. It was a place where you can escape from all of weight of your stress. You take a seat in the familiar stone bench, your thoughts swirling around in your head as you sighed.
"I thought I was never going to see you again, beautiful." You heard a familiar voice say with a tinged of amusement. You looked at him with a soft smile tugging at your lips as you hear his words sinking in.
You rose from the bench as you walked to him, watching his expression change, "I'm so sorry. I have been overwhelmed with my resp-"
"Who-What-," he cups your face as he examines it cutting himself off from his shock. You winced slightly from his movements, feeling your neck hurt. "Are you okay?" he asked looking deeply into your eyes.
You gave him a small smile, "Yes. Do not worry. I'm okay, I promise." You say as you held onto his wrists, looking back into his eyes.
His face holds sorrow as he looks at you. His eyes holding a familiar gaze, "I'm so sorry." He apologizes, but you tilt your head to the side, "What ever for?" you asked him.
"I'm sorry this happened to you." He said as he leans his forehead against yours. "I should've been quicker." He says closing his eyes, remorse in his tone.
You furrowed your eyebrows, "What do you mean?" You asked him. You felt him freeze for split second, but relax as he opened his eyes. "I mean that I should've gone quickly to the king's aid when I heard about the news of the attack. I didn't know you were there." He said clearing his throat at the end.
Your close your eyes with a sweet smile, "Please, it is okay. I promise you." you tell him, trying to ease his worries. "I'm just happy to see you again.", you opened your eyes looking into his.
"Me too," he whispers with sincerity as he looked at you in memorization, "Me too." He grabs your hands, interlocking his with yours. "So tell me," You say changing the topic, "What story do you have for me today?"
He chuckles as he walks backwards, pulling you with him. "Well, can I show you something?" He smirks, "I think you're going to like it." He turns around, guiding you with one hand now.
You bit your lower lip, feeling a smile forming on your face. But then you stopped, "Wait," you tell him. He turned around with furrowed brows with a head tilt. "You promised your name." You crossed your arms at him, smirking.
He chuckles as he looks down, taking a step to close the distance between you two. "Yeosang," he says looking up at you, "Kang Yeosang." He feels a huge weight coming off his chest now that he gave you his true identity. His true self.
"Yeosang," You repeated, making his heart flutter at how you say his name. He extend his hand out and you happily take it. It had been years that he has heard his name and he was happy that it was you to say it for the first time in a while. "Lovely name Kang Yeosang." You two laugh as he keep guiding you.
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You two laid on the grass, hearing the sweet sound of the stream flowing by as you stargazed. Your eyes twinkled in admiration as you looked at far away lights with your head laying on his chest, arm draped over his stomach. Yeosang has one hand supporting his head behind him, as the other was wrapped around you, holding you tight in his embrace.
He felt like he was dreaming in this moment. There was no way the woman he admired was now in his embrace. He wishes he could stay in this moment forever. "The stars are beautiful tonight," he heard you say as you snapped him out of his thoughts. He hums in agreement.
You closed your eyes as his heartbeat and the stream make music to yours, "How did you find this place?" You asked him, opening your eyes to look up at him.
He smiles at the memory before speaking, "One day, my work was getting to be too much. I felt overwhelmed so I sneaked out and stumbled into the woods, wanting to be alone, wanting some peace and quiet." He looked up at the stars as you stared at him in admiration. He remembered the time he was starting as king, the advisors all surrounding him, talking all at once and showing him paper works, as he tried focusing everything at once but he just exploded at them to leave. He later on snuck out of the palace and into the woods.
"Yeosang," You called to him. Oh, he can hear you say his name everyday, until he dies. "May I ask you something?" You asked him as you turned onto your stomach as you rest your chin on his stomach.
He smiles at you as he ran his fingers through your hair, "Ask me anything." He told you as your heart fluttered at his actions.
You smiled, sitting up, seeing your hair running through his fingers tangled free as his hand dropped onto his stomach. "How come you became a guard?" You asked, wanting to get to know him better.
He stayed silent, remembering when he was ascended to the throne. He remembers the weight behind the crown, the responsibilities of ruling a kingdom, how he has to hide behind a mask for the rest of his life, all the scarifies he madeâ He sat up slowly as the thoughts suffocated him. "I became a guard because," he paused for a moment, "because it was a duty that fell upon me to take."
He remembers the difficult trained he endured that was specialized just for the King. Those scars on his back were from the time he was told to stay still while they beat him with sticks or whips to build up his pain tolerance. The many times he had to stand still in harsh weather environments to build up his immune system- the battles he was in as he remembers losing some of his men and the nightmarish screams.
"There comes a time in life when you're called to step up to take a heavy role you might not have chosen for yourself." He continues as you placed a comforting hand on his. He smiles as he interlocks his hand with yours, "For me, it was about protection and guidance, ensuring welfare and safety of my peopleâ like the kingdom in general." He swallowed nervously, thinking he had exposed himself.
He thinks about how countless lives that depend on him everyday, putting a great amount of stress on him. "Knowing that you cannot afford to mess up because your next moves can impact countless lives," he looked at you, "It's daunting, but a privilege."
Your heart feels heavy for him when you hear him finish the story. Your thumb caresses the back of his hand. You sensed that there is more behind his words, but you didn't want to push further. "You're incredibly noble, Yeosang. It must be a hard burden to bear." You tilted your head in sympathy, "You must've given up so much."
He smiles as he looks at your interlocked hands, "We have burdens," he thinks about when he first became king, swearing to protect his people, "but how you carry them out defines who you are." he said looking at you.
You nodded in agreement. "Thank you Yeosang." you say, "Thank you for sharing with me. I know it must've taken a lost to share so I appreciate it."
"No thank you for listening." He smiled. He turned his body completely to face you adjusting himself as he gets closer to you, "Now, enough about me," he said, "Tell me about you."
The way his eyes were filled with interest, made you look down a bit self-consciousness, "Oh, there isn't much to say." You chuckled, "I don't think I have an interesting story like you."
His expression softens, casting a faint knowing smile that plays on his lips as he stared at your black robe with the red dragon outline. "Well, judging from the dragon on your robe," he nodded with his chin, " I would say otherwise."
Your mouth parted slightly in surprised as you looked at the dragon on your robe and back at him. He chuckled at your reaction, "The symbol isn't just given to anyone," he said answering your thoughts on how he knew, "The dragon represents trust, loyalty, and a deep connection to the king himself. You were chosen to serve in a position of great importance. The alone say a lot about who you are."
"Oh, I did not know that." You chuckled sheepishly "I guess I never thought of it in that aspect before." You said, looking at your robe, "I've always seen it as my responsibility. My duty. Something I was chosen to do."
He smirks at you, "And that's exactly why your story is worth telling." He pauses for a moment, kind of hesitant to ask, "How did you end up at the palace?" he asked, softly.
You glanced down, sadness taking over, "I, um-" you cleared your throat. "When I was young I lost my family. It was hard, honestly. To be a child who grew up in the streets, surviving on scraps, struggling to find a place to sleep-" You paused feeling an overwhelming of emotions coming in.
He raised your hand to his lips, placing gently kisses on it, "Please, don't worry." He comforts you, "Take your time." He said softly as he looked into the tears dwelling in your eyes.
You nodded as you inhaled and exhaled. "No child, or human, should go through the struggles I went through. I know my education and knowledge is not top tierâ as you can see from how I did not know about the robe. As I got older, I was able to do get by by doing small tasks for people. Then one day, marches in the king's guard," You say as you remember that day. "They mentioned that they were offering food and shelter in exchange for a life of service." You chuckled softly when you remember how quickly you ran to offer yourself.
"It wasn't much of a choice honestly." You shrugged at him. "It was either go with them or continue to struggle. And well, here I am." You tell him. He stares at you in memorization, he is amazed by the strength you have. "Wow," he said in admiration, his eyes twinkling. "You're... incredible." He breaths out.
You laughed at his reaction, playfully shoving his arm. "No, no. I'm not. Just someone who is trying to survive life." You saw, downplaying yourself. He shook his head, "You are so much more than you think." He said.
After a few minutes, he clears his throat. His eyes roam around," S-So how is it working for the King? It must be hard at times, no?" He then shoots his eyes back at you, making you laugh. To say that he was nervous and terrified of your answer was an understatement.
"Well," you take a deep breath in and out. You took a moment to think about your answer. "Where do I even begin?" You thought out loud as you looked up to the sky. Yeosang scratched the back of his head as he sits up straight, trying to calm himself down.
"It's very.. complex." You began, carefully thinking of your words, "There are days I feel overwhelming weight of my responsibilities, but there are also the moments when I feel privileged to be in the position I'm in. But serving him isn't just a job, it's about being there for someone who carries the whole kingdom on his shoulders."
He stays quiet as he listens. You put a small smile on your face, "The king... he isn't just a ruler to me. He's someone who cares deeply for his people. He's someone who has to make the difficult decisions with their best interests at heart. I've seen him at his most vulnerable, seeing him make those tough sacrifices every day."
Your voice softens further as you look at Yeosang, "I see him in a different light contrast to how people see the worst in him. People think that he just rules with iron fists, with no emotions but they couldn't be more wrong. Behind closed doors I've seen him carry the weight of the crown, the burden of every choice he makes, every life he's responsible for. He may not show it openly, but he cares more deeply than people realize."
"It's not that he lacks emotions," You say, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, "He's just learned to hide them, guard them well so to protect himself from the vulnerability that comes with showing them too much. There's strength in that. Being able to withhold so much and keep going."
Yeosang was in awe of how you spoke of him. He looked down as he felt tears in his eyes, "You see the humanity in him, don't you?" He asked in a low voice.
"Yes, I do." you nodded your head, "That's why I'll keep serving him with everything within me. If there is anything I can do to ease his burdens, I'll do it. Because I believe in him for who he is, not as the king everyone sees."
He looks up with a tear streaming down his face, "I apologize," he chuckled, looking away wiping his face, "Those words spoke to me deeply."
"Oh, Yeosang," you cupped his face, making him turn to face you as you wiped his tears away with your thumb, "Don't be sorry. It's okay to let yourself be human. Maybe you relate to the king in some aspects, mmm?."
He just laughed, nodding at you. If only you knew, "Yes, maybe." He said leaning into your touch as he placed his hand over your hand that cupped his face.
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Since that night you have been seeing him quiet often at night in the garden. You two enjoyed sneaking around the night shift guards, hiding in bushes or behind stone walls as you two stand chest to chest at times, or how stargazing has become a things between you two, or the random sweet talks you have when walking to his secret place, or enjoying a childish act like throwing water to each other from the stream.
As each day passes, you two grew closer and closer. There was one special night where you two laid next to each other, moonlight casted on you both as you looked into each others eyes. Soon you saw Yeosang leaning in causing to flutter your eyes close, raising your eyebrows in shock when he kissed you. You both opened your eyes when he pulled away. He then sits up and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer to you. He hovers over you as you two returned to kissing passionately.
Let's not forget how your house is filled with bouquets of flowers he makes every time he sees you from random bushes or the flower field you two pass by in the woods. He always walks you home and hands you the freshly made bouquets before kissing you good night and leaving. You feel completely over the moon when you see him and you realize you are falling deeply in love with him.
And here you are once again, walking into the garden, seeing him sat upon the bench. You smiled mischievously as you sneaked up behind him. Yeosang, who was trained to spot noises from miles away, knew it was but wanted to give you a chance to scare him.
You covered his eyes. "Guess who?" You smiled as you felt him stiffen up but then relax in your touch. "Oh, wow, this is hard," he smiles when he hears you giggling. "Might it be," he pounders for a second, "the woman who has my heart?" He asks, causing you to laugh as you remove your hands, taking a seat next to him.
"How did you know?!" You gasped in a fake surprise tone. You placed a kiss on his lips. "Mmm, it was a wild guess." He tells you as you leaned your cheek on his shoulder, looking up at him.
"How are you doing?" You asked him, eyes twinkling. "Much better now that you are here." He smirks as he places a hand on yours. "I wish we could stay here forever." He whispers to you.
"Which reminds me," You say nervously as you played with your hands, looking away from him. "I wanted to ask you something. I-Is there a reason as to why we only see each other at night? How come you never stay longer with me?" You asked him. "Are you afraid to be seen with me?"
His eyes widened at the last question. "What? Why would you say that? That is not the reason at all." He grabs your chin and turns your face to look at him. He sighed, "My love, you know that I have my guard duties that take up my time during the day. And since we sneak around at night, I get worries we will be caught." His thumb caresses your cheek.
You nodded, looking down. "You're right." You tell him. "I apologize. I don't know why I let my thoughts get to me." You chuckle sheepishly, trying to ignore the pang of sadness forming in your heart. You want to be able to be a couple in peace. Like those that you saw in town. To be able to showcase your relationship freely.
His heart breaks, watching your emotions changed. "How about I spend the night with you?" He asks, his mouth speaking faster than his thinking.
You cleared your throat, "Huh?" Your eyes widened. Why are you acting so shocked, isn't this what you wanted? "Oh- I um-"
Yeosang holds his hands up, trying to stop your thinking. "Oh. N-Not like that-"
You let out a sheepish smile. "Oh- okay, I was just-"
"I mean, unless you want to." He cuts you off again. He widens his eyes, "No- wait- It's your choice, but I just wanted to sleep with you." He shook his head as he slapped his forehead in embarrassment. "I mean I want to lie with you." He shakes his head and throws it back frustration. You make him so nervous. "I mean-"
You stand up, "Yeosang," You cut him off with a smile. You extended your hand out to him. "Come with me." He chuckles at himself as he grabbed your hand.
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The silence had a comfortable feeling as you two lied in bed together. You two faced each other as you looked into each otherâs eyes all mesmerized as he had a hand cupping your face. âThank you for staying the night.â You say softly as you smiled.
âThank you for letting me.â He said smiling back at you as his thumb caressed your thumb, causing you to close your eyes in delight. He chuckled lightly, âAre you tired?â He asked you as you nodded. He lays on his back, arm open for you to come into his embrace, âCome here.â He tells you.
You blushed, feeling butterflies in your stomach as you get closer and feeling him warm embrace enclosed around you. His heart was racing, feeling as if he can die in peace now. âGood night, Yeosang.â You tell him as you adjusted your head on his arm.
He leans over and gives you a kiss on your forehead, âGood night Y/N.â He leans his head back onto the pillow as you two drifted to sleep. How he wished he could stay in this moment forever.
Early in the dark morning Yeosang slowly opened his eyes. He had to get back before the sun rises. He looks down at you, gently removing you from his embrace. He watched as you shifted slightly in sleep, groaning a bit before getting back into a deep sleep. He chuckled as he turned to your table, taking out a red handkerchief and note.
He looks back and presses a kiss on your forehead before slowly backing up and quietly leaving your house. On his way to the chambers he canât help but to smile knowing that he shared such an intimate moment with you.
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You heard the birds chirping, your nature alarm. You groaned when you felt the sun peering into your room as you held your hand out to block the brightness. You turn your head to the side to see if you spot Yeosang but he's not here. You sat up and looked around, rubbing your sleepy eyes, âYeosang?â You called out to him, but he was no where in sight.
You pouted knowing you werenât able to say goodbye. But maybe youâll see him later on tonight. You sighed as you removed the covers from your legs as you stood up, stretching your neck as you prepared the clothes for today, seeing as you have busy day with the King as he has meetings.
You then walked to the kitchen to prepare some tea but was stopped when you saw a red handkerchief and note on the table. You furrowed your eyebrows as you tilted your head, âWhat is this?â You asked yourself as you picked up the note.
It reads, To the woman who captured my eyes, my heart, my soul there are no words to describe what you make me feel. Out of all the roses in the world, you bloom the most beautiful. This pin represents the beauty you bestow. - Kang Yeosang.
The warmth of his words made your heart leap as you smiled at the note. You placed it down as you grabbed the handkerchief, slowly unraveling it. You gasped at the sight of the rose hairpin. You grabbed it, letting the red cloth fall to the table.
You sighed out a gasp as you moved it around your hand. You turned and quickly walked up to your mirror as you adjusted your hair and slide in the pin, turning your head to the slide to admire it. Oh yes, you really love this man.
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Here you are in the grand room of the palace as you stood behind the King, dressed in a red robe with a black and gold dragon outline on your shoulder with your new rose hairpin on display. Your eyes scan the room that was filled with the advisors, military leaders, and other high ranking officials. The atmosphere was tense, thick with the weight of important decisions that yet to be made.
Throughout the meeting, you stood by him, watching his body language shift in different emotions. The discussion today was about the plan on the up coming war with the Lee Kingdom. You felt knots of fear forming in your stomach as you tried to keep your feelings at bay. You watched how the men in the room yelled at one another as they voiced their opinions on what they should do or what they assumed was a horrible idea.
Many tried to speak for the king which only made things worst. Everyone in the room flinched and went quiet when he heard the King slam his hands on the table, standing up. "Why must you all handle this which such incompetence." His low voice rang. You gulped, wondering what his next actions were.
"General," He calls to him. The General sits up straight, "Yes, your majesty?" He said clearing his throat, trying to make his voice sound strong and not in fear. "Gather all the men tonight. Start their training at dawn. They must be prepared for what is to come." He looks up at the men in front of him. "We are going to showcase the most historic bloodbath known to man. We will make them regret ever attacking our kingdom."
They all nodded in silence. "Everyone is dismissed." He says. With that everyone stands up and bows in unison. The king walks pass you, looking out the window while everyone leaves the room. When the door closes, he lets out a sigh, feeling exhausted and burnt out.
"What is troubling you?" He asks you, sensing your uneasiness. Well, what weren't you thinking of. You were internally freaking out about this war, about how many guards were going, is Yeosang going to be one of them, what if he were to get hurt, what if he were to die, what if- "I sense something is disturbing you." He said turning you, approaching you with his hands behind his back.
You held his gaze slightly caught off guard by his direct question. "It is nothing, your majesty." You shook your head masking your emotions. He tilts his head, a way of saying don't lie. You sighed in defeat as you looked down. "I'm just afraid of this war. The many lives that will changed. The people we might lose." You looked at him, "Are all guards going? I-I just want to make sure you'll be safe." Not a lie, but you want to know if some are staying behind.
His eyes lingered on you almost as if he's trying to see pass the walls you put up. He stays quiet for a second before breaking it, "We will be sending majority of the guards. Some will be staying behind in case of anything." He gets closer to you, "I know this meeting was unsettling to you, but rest assured that I do not intend to lose." His tone softens up.
You gave him a small smile, looking down and back up at him. "Of course, your majesty." You return the soft tone. "I believe in you."
He nods, turning around. "Very well," His cold self returns in a matter of seconds. You were use to it already. "You are dismissed for the day. I will handle everything else from here." You bowed as he walked out the room.
After a few minutes, feeling as if he was already away from the sight, you quickly ran out the room to the garden in hopes of seeing Yeosang.
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You felt the world spinning as you ran all over the palace trying to find Yeosang. You shouted his name, hearing your voice echoing his name throughout the halls, but there was no response. An overwhelming sense of fear was coursing through you.
Your search led you to the garden as you frantically turned your head looking for him. The wind was blowing roughly, making your hair fly as it created a harsh hum in your ears, hearing some leaves rustling by. You let out a choked sob as you hugged yourself, feeling sadness consuming you.
What if you donât see him before he leaves? What if he was already shipped for training? What if he doesnât come back from the war? What ifâ âY/N?â A voice snapped you out of your rushing thoughts.
You gasped as you turned to his voice, feeling your heart leap in relief at the sight of him, âOh.â you say as you run to him, trying to ease yourself.
Yeosangâs expression softened at the sight of you as he opened his arms to embrace you. He kisses your temple as he hugs you tightly, âMy love,â he lets go as he goes to cup your face, âWhatâs wrong?â He asked you in a gentle voice, the sight of you broke his heart.
âYeo-â you cut yourself off with a sob as you held onto his wrists. âYeosang, please tell me you aren't going..â You shook your head as you looked into his eyes. "Please tell me." You cried out.
He sighed as he leaned his forehead against your, closing his eyes, âMy loveââ
âNo, no. please donât.â You cut him off, not wanting to believe it. âPlease, just stay. Stay with me." You sniffed. "Let's runaway. Let's just get out of here before it's too late." Your voice broke out into a whisper.
His eyes had tears dwelling in as he looked into yours, using his thumbs to clean the fallen tears. âMy love,â he said as you whimpered in sadness at the name, âI would do anything to stay and be with you,â your eyes held on for tiny bits of hope, but it was shattered, âbut I must go.â
You removed his hands from your face as you sighed turning around in frustration. "My love. This is something I have to do. I cannot just stand by and do nothing." He tells you, trying to grab your arm but you yank it out of his grasp.
He takes a step back at your actions, eyes widening. You stare at him with angry tears streaming down your face, "Why not?" You asked him. "Why you? Forgive me for being selfish, but why not anyone else? Why must you go and someone else gets to stay?" He stays silent. "What if I lose you?" Your hand clutched your chest, feeling your heart being crushed.
He sighed as he takes a step to you, cupping your face, "No. Don't say that-" He shakes his head.
You sobbed. "What if you don't come back to me-"
"Stop it." He cuts you off with a serious tone. "Look at me, please." He begs of you. "You will never lose me. I promise you, I will come back to you." He kisses your lips to calm you down.
You imagine about him not coming home after that promise. "Don't make such promises. What if something-." You close your eyes, sniffing.
He smirks, tilting his head to the side. "What? You think I'm weak? I feel quite offended that my woman thinks I am not capable." He jokes with you, trying to lighten up the mood.
Even in a situation like this he knows how to make your heart flutter. Even in a situation like this, he knows how to make you smile and laugh. You let out a soft chuckle as you shoved his chest playfully. "I will come back to you. No matter what." He places a kiss on your forehead.
You looked at him as you nodded. "Okay." You say quietly. "I-" You say, cutting yourself off, feeling nervous. "I love you."
His mouth parted slightly in shock. His eyes moved between your eyes and lips as he leaned in and kissed you. He kissed you as if tomorrow does not exist. "I love you too." He said between kisses, making you melt in his touch. "More than you know."
â
And that was the last you saw of Yeosang. That day he told you he would be gone for training. How long? No idea. Would you see him before he leaves? Much less. You really tried your best in not letting your emotions show but it's so hard. The king even notices the change in your demeanor, how you have been delaying his commands or making small mistakes you don't normally make.
When he asks you what the issue is, you just tell him your scared for this war. Which is not a lie. You are terrified of this war, of what will happen to Yeosang, or the king, hell, even the kingdom if we lose. You don't mean to doubt the strength of your king, but you just simple cannot help it right now.
You were tending to your responsibilities one afternoon, helping out with supper that will be packed up for the in-training guards. That is until one of the kingâs guard came up to you, halting your actions. âYou are needed in the kingâs chambers,â he said causing you to look up at him, âImmediately.â
You stood up from your seat, removing your apron, âYes.â You said feeling your heart racing with confusion and anxiety. âIâll be on my way." You quickly abandoned your position as you hurried throughout the palace.
The sense of urgency in the guard's voice made you uneasy, wondering what had happened that the king needed you so urgently. You paused for a moment to catch your breath, swallowing to moisten your dry throat, when the sight of the doors came into your sight.
You wiped your hands down on your robe, fixing yourself before approaching to the door. You looked at the two guards who gave you a nod, signaling to enter the door. He steps to the side and opens the door for you.
You inhaled and exhaled, feeling your heartbeat in your ears with every step. Your eyes scanned the room and found him standing near the window, watching how his hair and opened top robe gently swayed from the wind. You took in his nightly robe, all silky white with a black dragon outline in the back.
The doors closed behind, letting you speak in private. "Your majesty," You say as you walked to the center of the room, "You summoned me? Is everything alright?"
There was a silence in the room before he inhaled and exhaled, âI was thinking about you.â he said causing your eyes to slightly widened. âAnd I was thinking that,â He pauses as he turns around to face you, mask still on his face. âyou deserve to know the truth.â
Now you are just confused. You furrowed your eyebrows as you tilted your head to the side. âWhat do you mean your majesty?â
He takes a few steps forward, still maintains his distance. âThere is something I must say," He pauses once more, looking down, " but Iâm afraid of your reaction.â
You furrowed your eyebrows, taking one step forward, "Your Majesty," your tone comforting, "You do not have to afraid with me. Please, whatever is troubling you, tell me."
He stares at you. âI donât think that I can hide from you any longer.â He said making you tilt your head in confusion. âH-hide? What would you be hiding from me that youâre afraid of how Iâll react?â You asked him.
He walks slowly to you, closing some the distance a tad bit more. âDo you trust me?â He whispers to you, looking back and forth at your eyes as he stops in-front of you.
You nodded, âOf course. With everything within me.â You reassure him. You watch as he slowly raises his hand up to his mask, fingers gripping at the edge of it. Your eyes widened as your breath hitched before completely turning around, "Your Majesty." His title coming out reflexively, as your tone was filled with shock and fear.
The room was filled with nothing but your shallow breaths. Your heart was pounding up to your ears, terrified at his actions. "Please," you heard his voice tremble with vulnerability, something that was unheard of from him, "Look at me." he begged of you.
You shook your head. âWith all due respect your majesty,â you gulped nervously, âI- I donât think I can. Why-Why are you doing this?" You stuttered at him as you frantically looked all over the floor, feeling shocked with his actions.
You jolted when you heard the thudding of the mask as it fell to the floor, feeling your heart racing even more. Is this a test of trust? "Y/N, please look at me. I promise you it is okay." You heard him say as he gets closer to you causing you to gasp as you covered your eyes with your hands.
"Your majesty, I don't think this is right." You felt your chest heaving, feeling beyond terrified of the consequences. "We mustn't. For your own protection."
There was silence- only your heavy breathing can be heard. You weren't sure as to why he would do such a thing to you or why he would even bother trying to show you his face. This must be a test, no doubt. You stood still, waiting for his response as you still covered your eyes.
He sighed as he looked down, "To the woman who captured my eyes, my heart, my soul," He spoke in a low voice. You froze. Slowly you dropped your hands from your face as your eyes widened in disbelief, your mouth parted in shock. "There are no words to describe-," his voice broke in sadness, "To describe what you make me feel."
Slowly, hesitantly you turned to face him. A trembling hand covered your mouth as you took a step back, "No.." You whispered at the sight. You felt the in coming tears burning the inner corners as you blinked in doubt.
"Y/N," he said your name causing you let out a gasp. The way he says your name- it bring you back into the fact that this is reality. This is real. . "I'm so sorry I kept this hidden from you." His eyes carried rawness, reflecting the vulnerability he had been hiding behind the mask.
You shook your head as you said no like a mantra as your hands held your head as you looked around the room as if you're going crazy. "This can't be happening." You spoke your thoughts out loud. You watched as the kingâYeosangâ take a step forward but you took a step back, âNo! Stay away from me.â
âY/N,â his voice broke as he sniffed, âPlease let me explain.â He said as he took another step forward, cupping your face. âMy love-â
âMy love?â You repeated in disbelief as you shoved his hands off. You stare at him with anger in your eyes. âDo you have any idea what you have done?â You asked him as you watched tears streaming down his face. âI trusted you-â
âMy love, I know-â he cried in sorrow and regret, coming close to you again but you backed up once more.
âHow could you do this?â You clutched onto your chest, feeling your heart break. âHow could you do this to me? To us-â You looked at him as a shiver went down your spine, realizing that you are looking at him. âA-Are you going to kill me?â
His mouth parts in shock as he stares at you in disbelief, âWhy would you- No. No, I would never, ever do that to you.â He lets out a sob as he gets closer to you once more cupping your face. âY/N please just give me a chance to explain myself. Let me prove to you that I am still the same man you know, despite the title I bestow. Iâm still the same man who is deeply in love with you.â
"Your Majesty-"
"To hell with the that. It's Yeosang," he cuts you off. "Yeosang." he repeated, holding your face to look into his eyes. You stayed silent as you looked into his eyes that was full of desperation. He leaned his forehead against you, "Let me explain my actions please. I beg of you." He pleads with you. All you were able to do is nod, watching him let out a shaky breath of relief.
"Y/N," He begins, "From the moment my eyes laid on you, I knew my world was never going to be the same. Time slowed and all the noises in my head faded away when I was with you. I felt human again. I felt alive." He grabs your hand and places it on his chest, "You feel this? My heart beats for you. I would do anything for you, Y/N." He spoke from his soul.
"I portrayed myself as a mere guard because I couldn't risk it if they found out about you while I was in my king attire. I couldn't risk losing you. Yes, I know," he said as he watched you looking to the side, crying as he cupped your face to look at him, "I should've said something but I was afraid. Afraid of being caught, afraid of how you'll react, afraid of everything while doing this risky thing. Y/N, I have done things that haunt me at night but when I am with you they disappear. I wanted to know the real you and for you to know the real me."
He wipes your tears with his thumb, "I'm so sorry for pain I have brought upon you. I'm so sorry for making you fall in love with me, I'm selfish I know. But I, too, fell in love with you. Before I went off to war, I needed to tell you, no matter the outcome of me. Believe me, I never wanted to hurt you." He finishes as he hugs you tightly, pressing a kiss on your head.
You cling onto him as the words he spoke sink into you, crying into the crook of his neck. You felt torn apart with the love you had for him and the reality of your circumstances, "Why must you go? Why must a war happen in order to have peace?" You cried out to him. You removed yourself from his embrace as you looked into his eyes, "Even if you do win the war, you and I will not win. They will never let us be together. They will tear us apart- They will send me away." You whispered as your voice broke, "You're a royal. I'm nobody. We can never be."
"That doesn't matter," He shook his head, "I will-"
"Doesn't matter?" You repeated as you sniffed. "Look at what they did to the couple in the garden." You reminded him of the statue. "We are just like them. If it happened to them, it will happen to us."
He felt anger coursing in him. He takes a step back and kneels in front of you making your gasp, "Yeo-Yeosang, what are you doing? Get up. You don't have to do this." You say as you walked to kneel down with him but he puts a hand out to stop you. The sight of a powerful king kneeling in front of you felt surreal.
"If getting on my knees proves that I would do anything for you, then so be it." He said looking up at you. "I love you. You are the reason I am able to keep going. Your status or my status means nothing to me if I don't have you. I can lose everything and I can live with that but if I lose you-" He clears his throat as he looks down, cutting himself off. "I wouldn't be able to live. To hell with what people say."
You fall to your knees as you lift his face in your hands as you placed a gentle kiss on his. He exhaled as he felt your soft lips. "Yeosang," You say when you pulled away, "I have discovered so much with you. You taught me the meaning of true love, an emotion I never truly felt before. Words cannot describe the immense joy you have brought into my life. To be in this lifetime with you is blessing. I have deemed our love to be the richest thing I have ever owned in my life." You gave him a small smile, "But I.. I need time to understand what this means for us. For me."
He removes your hands gently from his face as he brings them to his lips, placing gentle kisses on them. He closes his eyes as tears streamed down his cheek, nodding. "Of course, my love," his voice barely a whisper, "I understand."
_
You felt as if a rock had crushed you as the days leading up to the departure neared. There was no doubt in your heart that you loved Yeosang. But you were afraid of how the advisors would react, how the people of the kingdom would react. You would rather stop the relationship between you two then to be sent away, never seeing him again.
Here you are in his room, dreading that it is the last time you will see him in a while as it is departure day. You were summoned by him, of course. He stood in front of the mirror, mask off now, as he watches you through it, seeing how you walked back and forth from the bed to him.
He watched as you handled his armor with care, placing it on him with a gentle touch. He closed his eyes delight as he felt your hand through his hair. He opened his eyes to take in your features. The way you bit your lips in concentration, how you furrowed your eyebrows- even with his intense stare, you moved with practice precision.
You turned around to place some accessories on the bed and turned around only to slightly jump back seeing him stand there. He smiled at your actions as he placed his hands on your arms. You gave him a small smile as you lifted your hands to fasten the straps of his armor adjusting the plates to ensure they fit well. As you finished with the last piece, you hesitated for a moment, your hand lingered, slowly gliding it down to his chest.
You looked into his eyes, taking in his features as well. Admiring everything you loved about him. "I brought something." You say the breaking silence, "I want you to take this." You reached in your robe and grabbed your rose hairpin he gave you. "I wanted you to think of me." You gave a sad sheepish smile.
You grabbed his hand and placed it as you rolled his fingers to grip it well. "I'll keep it close. I will carry you in my heart." He said placing it inside his clothes. His hand take home behind your neck as he pulled you closer to him.
"You better come back to me, Yeosang." You said with heaviness in your heart. A deep rooted fear inside you as you think this might be the last time you will see him. You felt a lump forming in your throat as you felt his thumb caress your lips. "Please."
"No matter what happens," He said looking into your eyes, "I will return. Besides," He gave you a playful smile, "You think I am weak?" He asked as he tilted his head.
You chuckled as you playfully hit his chest, softly. "Keep that smile for me." He said leaning his forehead on yours, running a his thumb over your lips. "Everything is going to be okay."
He looks into your eyes for permission before looking at your lips, asking for one last time. You held onto his shoulders as you two shared a passionate kiss. Feeling his hands roaming the curvature of your back, pulling you in, wanting to feel you tightly against his body. You melted into the kiss as your hands snaked down to his biceps, gripping at them as you held on for dear life in this heated kiss.
You two pulled away, panting as you tried catching your breath. "I will come back." He says.
-
The sun casted over the city as people from all over gathered to watch the king and his army departure. You stood among the crowd, crossing your arms as you heart felt heavy knowing what might or might not unfold as the wind blew in your hair. Everyone then falls in silence as they see him appear on a beautiful majestic horse, dressed in his armor and matching mask.
His presence commanded attention, eyes fixed on him. "My people of the Dragon Kingdom," his voice cut through the stillness of the morning, "Today we march, but not just for our defense of our land, but for the future of our people." His eyes roamed the crowd as he took a pause. "This path that is ahead of us is fraught with danger. I know many of you may have fears and doubts. But trust in me when I say the commitment I have to our kingdom and it's people is unwavering."
His continues to gaze over the assembled crowd until it landed on you, remaining his sight on yours when he says, "We will face this challenge together," He said. You knew he meant it meant more than the war. It was also about your relationship. "I will return, not just as your King but as someone who carries the hopes and dreams of each and everyone of you within him."
The crowed roared in excitement, cheering for their ruler as they jumped and threw fists in the air. He straightens his back as he takes in the roars of the crowd. His eyes scanned one final time before looking at you once more. You mouthed I love you and watched as he nodded before lifting the rope to turn his horse. He gives his men a command as they yelled yes in unison as started marching.
You watched as they walked away, feeling a sense of sadness and pride. The crowd around you slowly starts to disperse as you watched the last of the soldiers disappearing from view, making you the only that stood there. You inhaled and exhaled remembering his words. "Everything will be okay."
-
Weeks have past since the departure and the absence of the king and his army hung over the entire kingdom. The usual liveliness and bustling of the daily life was replaced by this harsh silence in the palace. Like many others, you were trying to grasp this new reality. You would often find yourself wondering the garden late at night, not bothering to be caught.
You would walk into his chambers to keep things dust free, switching the bed sheets in case of his arrival at any moment. You would run your hands over his clothes, missing his warmth. At night you would run your fingertips over the note he had written you, or how you would fall asleep with the note clutched to your chest as you dreamt about him.
You would walk into the woods and stargaze alone, hearing the stream fill up your mind with tranquility. You wished upon stars every time you visited, wishing for protection over him and a safety return. As each passed you feel yourself going through a mixture of emotions that range between hope and lack of faith that everything will be okay.
One morning, you heard a pounding on your door causing you to jolt up in your bed. "Miss Y/N, the-" You stood up quickly as you ran to door, not hearing what the person was saying as it sounded muffled. You opened the door and saw a fellow palace worker with a smile on her face. "The King and the army is back!"
You stood in shock as your eyes widened at the news and in perfect timing, the bells rang signaling the arrival of the king. Never in your life have you gotten dressed so fast. You rushed to town, hearing the gravel underneath every step. You scanned around as you saw people forming a crowd quickly. "Excuse me. Sorry! Coming through." You repeated as you passed through and stumbled to the front of the crowd.
Your heart flutters at the sight of the army marching in with Yeosang in the center as he looks bloodied and hurt. The crowd roars with cheer as they seem approaching into town. You see as the palace workers rush to tend to the army and your feet didn't stop you as you ran to Yeosang. You watched as they helped him off, taking his first steps to you all wobbly causing you to grab his arm, placing it over your shoulder as you became his support while you two walked. "I told you I would come back." He whispered with a tired voice as a lazy smirk painted on his lips behind the mask.
-
You dumped the bucket full of warm water, lifting your arm sleeve as you placed your arm inside to check the temperature. You removed it shaking your arm to remove the excess water, "All prepared for you." You say as you turned to him and gasped when he removed his mask. "What are you doing?" You whispered at him as you tried moving the mask back to his face.
He moves your hand away and cupping your face, eagerly kissing you, "I missed you." He whispers to you, kissing you with so much love that you melt in touch. But you break the kiss, looking back the door, "Someone can walk-"
"I'm the king. No one will touch that door unless I say so." He cuts you off, thumb caressing your cheek. You gulped at how those words made your knees weak. He kisses your forehead and smirks at you, "I'll call you when I am done bathing."
-
You sat up straight when you heard Yeosang calling your name from inside the room. You knocked and heard a gentle come in. Your heart was beating up to your ears when you see him standing, giving his back to you as he adjusted the pants around his waist, tying up the strings.
Your eyes then capture the red scratches, bruises that was marked all over his body. He turned around with a smile but slowly dropped when he saw your teary eyes. His eyes followed your sight as he looked down and saw the the markings. He looked back at you, giving a small smile, "It's okay." He tells you as he walks to you.
A surge of emotions rushes to you as you choked back a sob as you covered your mouth, "My love," He cups your face, "Look at me," He tells you centering your face to look into his eyes, "Please don't cry. I promise you I'm okay."
You sniffed. "How can I not be saddened at the fact that you got hurt?" You say as your fingertips roam his arms, your eyes looking at his bruised stomach. "Your pain is my pain." You sniffed.
He stays silent as he takes a step back, eyes locked on yours. You watched as he turns around, head turning to the side, "Can you..." he pauses, inhaling and exhaling, "Can you touch my back?" He asked you in a whisper.
Your eyes slightly widened at his request. Your mind flashes back to when you accidently grazed it. "I won't hurt you." He said, "I promise." You were still for a second before slowly taking a step forward. You raised your hand, hovering over his back. You exhaled as you gently placed it on his back. You feel him stiffen up as he let out a shaky breath feeling your hand roaming his back, tracing his scars, finger tips grazing the bruises.
"When I first became King," He said with a slight tremble in his voice. He was trying to replace the the brutal touches with your delicate ones. "I had to undergo brutal training. One of the training methods was to not let pain affect me during a fight which involved getting beaten with a stick." He explains to you and you gasped in shock. "In order for me to succeed, I had to stand still. No reaction."
Your hands froze as tears streamed down your face. "My father thought it was a method to show endurance, resilience, and emotional control." You shook your head as you leaned your forehead on his back, placing your hands on his waist, sniffing. "A horrible way to get you to detached you from physical discomfort. One day my father got tired of me failing and took matter into his hands, causing the scar across my back."
You placed a sweet, lingering kiss on his back. He drops his head and you feel his shoulders shaking. You moved in front of him as you lifted his face to look at him. "I'm so sorry for all the pain you endured." You tell him as you two shared tears. No one spoke a word as you two fell onto your knees, you hugged him tightly as he cried into your chest as you comfort him. "For as long as I'm here. I will do all I can to protect you." You tell him as you ran your hand through his hair.
For the first time in his life, Yeosang is no longer crying alone. He has someone he can lean on. He has someone.
-
After the moment you two shared, you had helped him get dressed for the night of celebration. You stood along side him as he sat upon his throne. The atmosphere was different- townsfolks were singing and dancing amongst each other, some clanking wooden cups as liquor spilled out as the laughed, beautiful music coming from instruments. Everything felt right. Minus one thing- what will become of your relationship.
But it's as if your thoughts were heard when you watched Yeosang standing up, raising his hands as the festive energy momentarily hushed down. "My people," He spoke, "Tonight we celebrate those who fought bravely in battle." You watched as people raised their cups. "As well as the end of conflict of hundreds of years. From here on out, this is a new journey for our kingdom. Throughout this voyage, I have discovered many things."
He looks at his advisors who offered a subtle nods of encouragement and approval. "It is with a full heart that I must share with you all," His gaze returns to the crowd, a smile on his face behind the mask. "I have fallen in love with a beautiful woman." The crowd erupts with surprised gasps and whisperings. "But this love is not bounded by the traditions of nobility. The woman who holds my heart is not of noble birth. She is a commoner."
You tried your hardest to not show any reaction. You licked your lips as you looked down, clearing your throat. You then looked back up as you bit your tongue to focus on that pain to try and not smile because there was no way your relationship was accepted by the advisors? How did that even happen? You watched as the crowd stirred with curiosity and murmurs. "I choose not reveal her name nor face, not out of secrecy but to ensure her safety. I know her position as a commoner makes her vulnerable and I wish to protect her from any undue attention and scrutiny."
He takes a deep breath as he continues. "The values we hold dear and the future changes we will embrace in this kingdom are inspired by the person I love. It is my hope that this will lead us to a better future where every individual is valued for who they are, not for their status."
With that finishing note, the crowd cheers for the new version of this king. They sense a positive change in him, making them radiate happiness throughout this festival. From the distance, Yeosang spots the old lady from the cart to who waves and bows at him to which is returns a nod in her direction as he turns to sit back upon his throne.
He calls to you and you bend forward, "Meet me in my chambers." and you felt yourself freeze.
-
Here you were. In his chambers. And to say you were nervous was an understatement as you walked and forth in the center of the room as you wiped your sweaty hands on your clothes. You then hear footsteps outside which causing you to look at the door as it opens up revealing Yeosang.
He swiftly removes his mask and drops to the floor as you two run closed the distance to each others embrace, sharing a sweet kiss. You pulled bac with a smile on your face. "I-Wha-How-" You two laughed at the fact that you couldn't even speak. "How did you even convince the advisors? When did you talk to them? What did they say?" You bombarded him with questions.
He smiled as you two gently swayed side by side in love. "Let's just say I have my many ways." Basically when the advisors were going to deny him, he went full berserk mode. He explained how he is the king and he has the right to change laws as he wished, he has the right to love whomever it was, and plus he threatened to show his face but that made everyone drop to their knees and begged for forgiveness. Maybe being ruthless came in hand for certain things. "I told you I would do anything for you." He tucks your hair behind your ear.
"That you did." You smiled at him. His eyes shifted to your lips as he leans in and captures them. Your hands snaked up his arms they tugged the back of his head, feeling this kiss starting to heat up. He backs away, "May I?" He asks you as you franticly nodded, wanting his touch again.
He kisses you again as his fingertips trail from your jaw to between your breast. The slight touch makes you gasp slightly as he undies the front of your robe. He backs up slightly, both of you softly panting from the intense kiss as his hands slide into your robe, sliding your clothes of your shoulders, feeling his rough hands on your arms.
The air hits your exposed skin, your nipples harden at the cold. He kisses you once more, his hand reaching to the back of your hair as he tugs it back, exposing more of you neck as he trails his lips down causing you to moan at the sensation of the pulling and kisses. You kicked your robe that was pooled around your feet as he guides you to his bed, his mouth sucking a sweet spot on your neck.
When the bed it the back of your knees, he gentle pushed you down as he hovers over you, "You're so beautiful." He says lowly, planting a kiss right above your nipple causing you bit your lip. "I'm a lucky man." He tells you as he starts to suck your nipple as his free hand slightly pinched the other one. Your chest heaves at the feeling, throwing your head back.
He looks up at you, mouth still latched, groaning at the sight. He lets go as his lips traveled further down your stomach, causing you to clench onto nothing. He position himself between your legs, his hands sliding up your thighs as he hooks his fingers at the side of your silky soaked panties. He took his time in taking them off, biting his lower lip at the glistening sight.
The way the moonlight made your body glow looked so heavenly. Watching how your juices shine as he peppers kisses along your thighs, inching closer and closer. You felt your eyes dilate as your mouth parts when he started to suck on your clit. He lets his tongue slide between your folds before returning to suck your clit.
You arched your back when you felt his fingers rubbing on it, grabbing his hair when he shoved his tongue in and out of your hole. "Oh." You moaned out. His fingers swiftly moved into you as he went back to sucking on your clit. "Oh, oh right there!" You moan out, grabbing the the bed sheets. You buckled your hips up, only for him to hook his free arm underneath your thigh, holding you in place.
You were a whimpering mess when he quickened the pace, feeling the slight burn of the stretching he gave you. His tongue was flattened between your folds as he moved his head up and down, soaking in all your juices. "I- oh- Please-" You couldn't even comprehend words right now.
He hovers over you, fingers still at work. "Please what, my love?" He asked you as he leans down to suck of your neck some more, trailing down to your nipple. The sensation sent you on a overload of pleasure. "I need you." You cried out between the moans. He smirks at the sight of you as he removes his fingers, quickly getting up, undressing himself.
You propped yourself on your elbows, your mind a haze as you watched him remove his clothing. He teasingly took of his underwear, eyes widening at the size of him. He walks back to you, hooking his arms underneath your thighs as he drags you closer to him. He leans down, "Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked you and you nodded, giving him a kiss. "I've never been more sure."
His eyes stayed locked on yours as he teasingly rubbed the head between your folds, lathering it up with your juices for a smooth glide in. He then positioned himself aligned with your hole, slowly going in. You gasped at the burning sensation, mixed with pain and pleasure. You gripped at arms for dear life with every movement he did. "Slowly, Yeo." You tell him. With every move, he waits for you to give the signal to move.
Once he is fully in, you stay there for a moment to adjust to his size. Feeling tears coming in from the pain and he wipes them away as he kisses your lips. "You're doing so good, my love. You feel so, so good." He praises you. "No one can make me feel how you make me feel." He kisses your cheeks, caressing your hair. You exhale, "Yeosang," You call to him, "I'm ready."
He lifts your leg, wanting to feel them both wrapped around him as his other one supports him as he hovers over you. He slowly thrusts in and out of you, groaning at the tightness around him. The way you suck in him, makes him want to lose control. Little by little the pain is gone and replaced with just pleasure.
You moan at the way he stretches you out so good. "Faster, please." You tell him as you clench around him. "Are you sure?" He asks you. "Do it." You tell him, sounding impatient causing him to chuckle at you, "Whatever my lady wants, she get's." He says as he places his hands behind your knees as he lifts your legs over you, giving you what you want.
You screamed at the new depth of pleasure this position gave you. "Tell me, how does it feel?" He asked you in between breaths. "I- Oh- So-o go-good." You try speaking out but it was no use, you were gone. You grabbed the sides on the pillows near you head as you bit your lip down, muffling your screams. Yeosang loved this new view of you, struggling to maintain your composure as your breast bounced with each thrust. "Touch yourself." He said.
"What?" You breathed out as you looked at him. "Touch yourself for me." He repeated. One of your hands let go on the pillow as you trailed it down your stomach to your clit. You rubbed yourself, jolting in the overwhelming pleasure it gave you. "Yeosang, I think I'm- I'm close-" you cut yourself off with a moan. "Me too Y/N." You loved the way he said your name in that deep tone.
He lets go of your legs, making you gasp in shock with the sudden movement as he hovers over you once more. "Finish with me, my love. I know you can do it." He tells you as you nodded, hands gripping onto his shoulders. Soon enough you felt as if a knot undid itself. You moaned out, feeling like you're seeing white from this overwhelming feeling. He leans down and kiss you as he swallows your moans, moaning into yours as as he cock twitches at his release.
Slowly he rides out both of your highs, laying down on top of you as your hands take home in his hair. Both of your hot, sweaty, sticky bodies, but you both didn't care. You felt as if you were in heaven right now.
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The morning light shined into the chamber, causing you to groan as you used your hand to cover your eyes. You heard a chuckle in-front of you. You parted your fingers, looking through them and saw Yeosang sitting his bench, back leaning against wall with his arms crossed. "What are you doing up?" You asked him as you slowly sat up, bringing the sheets up to cover your chest. He stands up and walks to you, cupping your face, "I wanted to watch you sleep. You looked beautiful."
You smiled at him, "Why don't you join me?" You asked him as you pulled him towards you, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you kissed him. He smiled into the kiss, "I love you." He said. "I love you more." You responded.
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He was propped up on one arm as his other one caressed your arm, watching you sleep again. He smiled brightly looking at the rose hairpin he was able to place in your hair without waking you up. He throws his arm over you and brings you closer to his embrace. For the first time in his life, he was happy.
THE END
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Do it for them - Co-captain reader x Curly
Previous - Part 14 - Next
"Today you look much better."
You mentioned Curly smiling at you and resting your forehead against his.
"You've stopped smelling like a cremated corpse, it must feel so good to have clean bandages and your wounds disinfected."
You closed your eyes with a smile, enjoying being close to him without having to move away because of the overwhelming stench he used to emit.
Curly: "...I...wa...wann..."
You suddenly opened your eyes upon hearing the sound of a voice, leaned back, and fell backward to the ground with the chair and all.
"No! Don't you dare! Don't do that again! That scared me!"
You stood up and quickly adjusted the chair to sit back down in front of him.
You opened his jaw to see his tongue and pressed it with your thumb to be able to see his throat.
"Nu-uh, your throat is still damaged, don't talk, I don't care."
He let out a huff when you said that.
"Did you just huff at me??? In these conditions, are you giving me an attitude??"
For some reason, it seemed like he was enjoying your reaction.
"Oh, you like seeing me angry now?? What are you trying to do?"Â
You raised your hands when you asked that question, and he kept staring at your left hand, letting out a murmur upon noticing the rings on it.
"Mm? This? I found it when I tried to see if anything could be useful from the cockpit..."
You looked at your hand, seeing the rings, you had almost completely forgotten that you had his with you.
You took it out slowly and showed it to him up close.
"Now I'm not so angry about the fortune you spent on these rings, if they withstood an explosion they are of very good quality."
You smiled at him, lovingly observing the ring, remembering the day he proposed to you and knowing that from that moment your life would change forever.
"Who would have thought we would end up like this? Mm? I can say it, when I was little I never imagined I would go to space. Although i did dream of a handsome husband"
You could notice a hint of sadness in the sigh he gave, quite aware of his current state and that he would never be the same man as before.
"Do you still have doubts? If I will still be by your side when we return home?"Â
His gaze turned to you when you mentioned that, it wasn't a lie, he had been thinking about that possibility.
"Do you think the only thing that made me fall in love with you was your pretty little face? Can't you believe that I can still love you seeing you like this?"
You smiled, resting your forehead against his again, looking directly into his eye.
"I didn't believe it either, when you met me, I was a mess, a drug addict, disheveled, stinky, and with a terrible attitude, I have to admit it... But that didn't stop you from falling in love with me, did it?"Â
He rolled his eye to try to avoid your gaze.
You put his ring back on your ring finger next to yours.
"The day he wants to leave you, I'll take off this ring, okay? Until then, I don't want you to worry."Â
You kissed his forehead, ready to go get the rations for the day.
Curly: "...I... I- I'm sho-.rry..."
"What did I just tell you a few minutes ago?? Nothing to talk about."Â
You crossed your arms and shook your head.
Curly: "...I lo..ve you..."
Hearing those words again after so long, your cheeks began to burn, you turned your face because you didn't want him to see you with tears in your eyes, about to cry from joy.
"Me too! Don't forget it!"
You mentioned loudly, quickly leaving that room, took a deep breath, and leaned against the wall, unable to believe you were reacting the same way as when he first told you.
Daisuke: "Captain, are you okay?"
"Ah-! Daisuke, don't just show up out of nowhere! What do you need?"
Daisuke: "Do you want to swap my meat noodles for your cheese ones?"
He smiled, showing you the package of his food; it seemed that Swansea had gotten ahead and had already distributed the rations.
"Sure, sure... Go change it."
Daisuke: "Thank you! You're the best!"
You sighed, resting your head against the wall.
"Just a little more... I'm already getting sick of that food... I need to cook something real..."
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Can you write about Noah and super short reader? I'm 4'11 đ„ș. Maybe he walks in on reader either climbing on the counter to reach something or standing on the counter looking for a snack. He starts keeping step stools in every room.
She wears his shirts like a dress with fishnets and doc martens on the regular.
Maybe they do the tiktok trend of 'showing my dog places they've never seen' but it's you being lifted by him to see above the fridge and other high places đ
Ok, so a good while back I wrote about this exact same thought and someone made a drawing of Noah picking reader up so she can look over the fridge, but I can't find it for the life of me :((((( Anyways, I love this concept soo much!!!
Warnings: this is just fluff!
WC: 1.4k (a shortie, like the reader)
My requests are closed for now!
Noah has walked in on you climbing on things to reach somewhere or something way too many times. He's always made a mental note to keep a little step stool for you, to avoid the risks of you falling, but he actually never got around to it.
Deep down, he knows it's because he loves helping you. Loves thinking that you can rely on him to always do this one thing for you.
But, one day, he had to draw the line. You were cleaning his room, dusting the shelves and the frames he kept on the wall. The thing is, he hung them too high for you to reach, So, without thinking twice, you rolled his computer chair to where you needed it, and stepped on top of it.
You were humming some random tune under your breath, when you heard an alarmed voice behind you.
"Are you out of your mind?"
You got startled and felt the chair start to swivel and roll to the side, making you lose balance. Before you could fall to the floor, Noah was beside you, grabbing you by the hips and landing you on the ground safely.
"Oh my God! Why did you have to scare me?", you scolded him, giving him a little slap on the shoulder, trying to regain your composure after almost faceplanting on the floor.
"Why on earth would you stand on top of a rolling computer chair?", he questioned you, voice exasperated and eyes still wide from your almost accident.
"I was trying to clean the frames", you pointed to the various frames on the wall to get your point across.
"I saw that! But you need to be more careful. God knows what would've happened of I didn't catch you", he was still agitated, and that was agitating you.
"I would've been fine! I almost fell because YOU scared me!", you gestured with your hands, voice becoming a little louder.
Noah sighed out loud, rubbing his forehead with his fingers.
"Ok, maybe I shouldn't have startled you, but your idea was not the brightest", he tried to reason.
"I'm used to doing this. I've had to climb stuff my whole life to reach certain things", you turned around to resume your cleaning when Noah grabbed you by the hips.
"I'm sorry, ok? I don't mean to be a dick", he put both hands on your shoulder and started to massage them. "It's just that I worry about your well-being"
You relaxed into his touch, the tenseness leaving your body instantly.
"I know that. But the word is a very different place for someone who's 4'11''. You're 6'4'', things are way easier for you", you didn't mean to complain, but you did huff a little when you said this out of frustration.
"I know, I know", he pecked you on the lips. "I'm sorry, ok?", he looked you in the eyes, wanting you to know that he was being sincere.
"It's ok, I forgive you", you circled your arms around his middle and rested your cheek on his clothed chest. "I'm never standing on top of a rolling chair ever again".
"Not, you're not. Because I'm getting you a step stool instead", said and you whined.
"Noah, no. That's embarassing", you frowned at the ideia. You weren't a 12 year old anymore.
"What's more embarassing, a step stool, or going to the hospital, looking like a fool, because you fell from a chair?", he raised both of his eyebrows at you, as if to challenge you. You thought for a minute, but you knew he was right.
"Ok, you can get me a step stool. But it has to be foldable so I can hide it, and I won't step on it if people are watching", he smiled at your remarks, but actually impressed that you gave in so easily.
"I'll still grab things for you when I'm around", he put both hands on your back, rubbing them up and down.
"You better", you rested your head against him once again. "I'm tired of cleaning, you stressed me out. Let's go lay on the couch".
He laughed at your jab at him, but grabbed you by the hand, leading you out of the room, switching the light off and closing the door behind you.
"Let's go. I can grab you some snacks from the top shelf", you slapped him lightly on the back, as he expected, and his laugh only intensified. He couldn't see you you, but you were also sporting a big smile on your face.
"I want the Doritos"
Everything has been going well since you made your deal with Noah. The day after the almost accident, he went out and bought you the step stoll, and you've been biting your tongue to admit that it was actually a great decision.
One day, when you were laying on the couch, casually strolling on your phone, you heard Noah coming down the stairs. He was working on some songs on his computer - or that's you thought he was doing - and you usually left him alone for that.
He stood in front of you, and you looked at him over the top of your phone. He didn't say anything, but he had a smile on his face that you weren't sure if you liked. Locking you phone and dropping it on your lap, you asked:
"What?"
"I saw this trend on TikTok and I wanted to do it with you", he had an expression on his face that told you you might not like this.
"Noah, you don't even have TikTok"
"I have a TikTok", he said this a little lower, hoping you wouldn't hear it.
"You have a TikTok?"
"I do", he averted his gaze from you.
"Since when do you have a TikTok?", you asked. He was unbelivable.
"That's not important right now. Have you seen this trend where owners pick their dogs up to show them places they haven't seen before?"
"Yes, I have. It's adorable", you anwered and side-eyed him at the same time.
"I wanted to do it for you", he said and waited for your answer. You just looked at him with an unreadable expression.
"Are you comparing me to a dog?", you deadpanned, and saw his expression change immediately.
"No, baby, of course not. I just thought it would be cute"
"Yeah", you hummed, as if in thought". "It would actually be cute", you agreed.
"So you'll let me do it?", he asked, but was already opening his camera app on his phone.
"Yeah, I will, But we won't post it", you said, getting uo from the couch.
"What do you want to see first?", he asked.
"The top of the fridge", you walked to the kitchen and he followed after you. You positioned yourself and Noah propped the phone on the wall behind the fridge, the phone sitting on top of it.
"Ok, so I'll grab you by the hips and lift you up", he instructed and you nodded.
He tried picking you up the first time, but you started giggling, remembering the dog videos you watched. The movent threw him off and you landed back on your feet.
"What's so funny?", he asked, looking at you.
"I'm just remembering the dog videos. They look so confused, it's so funny", you giggled once more.
"Ok, I'll try it again", he picked you up once more and you were finally able to see on top of the fridge. When you saw it though, you let out a big gasp.
"What is it?", Noah asked you.
"Oh my God, Noah. It's so dusty up in here. I need to clean this right now", you exclaimed, running your finger over the top and seeing the trail it left behind.
"You gotta show me other places right now, because our house is dirty and I didn't even know it", you said and made your way to the bathroom. "C'mon, you gotta show me the top of the bathroom's upper cabinet"
Noah didn't even know what to say, he just followed after you, with a smile on his face at how absolutely adorable you were.
So the day went by like this, him showing you the top part of places and you insisting you clean them. But he didn't let you use the step stool this time, adamant on holding you, using the excuse that he didn't go to the gym, so this was him working on his biceps.
You were more than happy to feel the tight grip of his big hands around your waist.
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I've been reading ur blurbs for so long and I wanted to ask if you could write Percy x daughter of ares reader? ur my favorite pjo writer <3
â king of my heart êŁà§â§âË.
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- âmy broken bones are mending with all these nights weâre spending up on the roof with a school girl crush, drinking beer out of plastic cupsâ
warnings: alcohol consumption, swearing per usual, making out, enemies-ish to lovers, 10 things I hate about you reference, littering (donât do this please!), Iâm TERRIBLE at writing love confessions sorry đŁ pairing: percy jackson x daughter of ares
you and percy never really got along. it was useless banter after another, purposely trying to infuriate each other all the time. and for what reason? you were unsure, thatâs just the way things were and you accepted them as they were. but as a daughter of ares you suppose anger and hatred ran through you naturally
ignoring, for only a moment, that you hated the son of poseidon it was an undeniable fact that he was incredibly attractive. most people at camp would agree with you on this, it was nearly impossible for you to find someone who hadnât, at one point, had a crush on him. you hated yourself, truly, for letting yourself see him in this way. but then again, you couldnât help it, not when he was so⊠him!
in the midsts of another cabin eleven party you escaped to the roof with a plastic cup of beer. perhaps drinking your problems away will make you forget you liked your enemy of all people. though to your unfortunate luck, the very occupant of your thoughts joins you soon after
âwhat is that? your third cup?â asks percy, sitting down beside you. you sigh and close your eyes, taking a moment to keep your composure before responding,
âfifthâ
âgods of olympusâŠâ he murmurs âdonât come crying to me when youâve got a killer hangoverâ
âtrust me, I wonâtâ
the atmosphere converted to silence following your statement. it was, though, peaceful, you enjoyed this moment. the cold midnight air nips harmfully along your exposed skin, a dress being the utterly wrong outfit choice for tonightâ you suppose it had been worth it because in your defense the dress was stunning, style over comfort always
âwhatâre you doing up here? I mean, alone?â percy speaks up, breaking the silence
âI just wanted some peace and quietâ
he nods in understanding. you finish up the rest of you drink before throwing the cup off the roof for someone to find during clean up tomorrow morning
âyou know, youâre not as vile as I thought you wereâ
your brows furrow confusedly. âwhat the fuck is that supposed to mean?â
âI donât know, I just-â percy stops himself from confessing further, conquering a new excuse instead âI always thought you were a terrible person, yâknow? always trying to find ways to anger me. but you donât seem half bad, not reallyâ
you ponder for a moment before responding, âyouâre not that bad eitherâ
faintly, just maybe a tad, out of the corner of your eyes you see percy crack a smile, maybe if your delusions werenât taking over you might have said a light blush painted his cheeks. he glances over at you, seeing your small shivers. godsâ heâs so fucked. slowly, he slides off his black leather jacket and places it on your lap suddenly, making your eyes widen in confusion
âyouâre cold, arenât you?â
oh no not the blush. âI- yes. uhm- thank you⊠percyâ
shit, the way his name sounds rolling off your tongue is enough to make him want to do anything for you. he wonders if you were aware of the affect you held over him. the silence became awkward at this point. should you say something? or should you leave and never speak to him again? perhaps it was the alcohol, maybe you were feeling oddly confident, but before youâre aware of whatâs happening, your mouth seems to be speaking for you instead
âpercy, I- can I tell you something? and promise me you wonât laughâ
âyou can tell me something but I canât make any promises on the laughing situationâ
you roll your eyes. âthatâs fine. I just- I wanted to tell you⊠ask you? I donât know, itâs weirdâ
âand youâre not?â
âshut the fuck upâ despite his idiotic comment you canât help but laugh. thereâs no way youâre about to confess to him âI- like you. and itâs stupid, I shouldnât like you. but I do unfortunately so now Iâm stuckâ
âyou⊠like me?â
you roll your eyes. âyes, justâ forget it. Iâm drunk anywaysâ
you attempt to crawl away but percy catches you and sits you atop his lap
âdrunk wordsâ he places his finger on your mouth, then moves it to your head âare sober thoughtsâ
âbullshitâ
âyou think Iâm lying?â he laughs âask anyone hereâ
âI- Iâm not doing that. Iâm leavingâ
you try to leave again but his hands quickly reach up to grab your waist and keep you in place. you glare at him so hopefully he takes a hint that youâre not having this conversation, but in response he only smirks. suddenly, you feel a warmth along your neck, only when itâs too late do you realize itâs percyâs lips. maybe it was the alcohol, maybe you had wanted this, but you didnât push him away. though you had questions still
âpercyâŠâ you murmur despite the fuzzy television static growing through your brain. he hums along your neck sending a vibration through your body (additionally an insane heat between your legs). âI- you⊠are you drunk?â
âI donât drinkâ
of course he doesnât
âthen whatââ you quickly shut your mouth to stop any idiotic thoughts from spilling out. but at the same time percy swiftly slots his lips over yours eliciting a gasp from you. thereâs no way he wasnât drunk, it was bullshit what he says. because who just ups and kisses their enemy because theyâre bored? apparently he does. he pull back angrily making him frown
âwe canâtâ we canât do this. weâre enemiesâ
âyour point?â he settles for kissing along your neck again. you let that slide for now
âwe- I mean⊠weâre supposed to hate each otherâ
âwho said I ever hated you?â
oh shit
âyou didâ
he laughs at this, shaking his head in silence. you let your drunken state take over the moment and silence you. your cheeks flush a dark pink shade when your senses are momentarily snapped back as you realize your surroundings
youâre on the roof. with percy, your enemy. whoâs currently manipulating you into thinking he never hated you. and heâs got his hands under your shirt and heâs kissing your neck
youâre so fucked
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BEST FRIEND'S BROTHER - CHAPTER 1
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CHAPTER 1: | THUNDERSTORM |
You had been best friends with Sarah Cameron for as long as you could remember. Her house was a second home to you, a place where you were just as comfortable as in your own house. Over the years, you had become close with her entire family, but none more than her older brother, Rafe. While most of the island saw him as a troubled guy with a reputation for anger, you knew a different side of himâone that was softer, more vulnerable. You had known about the strained relationship between Rafe and his father, Ward, and how it weighed heavily on him. Sarah had warned you to steer clear of her brother, advising you never to be alone with him. Yet, despite her warnings, you couldnât help but be drawn to him.
As you grew older, the dynamic between you and Rafe shifted. You found yourself gravitating toward him whenever Sarah wasnât around, lingering in conversations that grew longer each time. It wasnât just that he respected you; it was the way he looked at youâthe way his gaze would follow you as you walked past, how his eyes darkened when you rose from the pool, water dripping from your skin. He never made a move, but you couldnât ignore the way he would bite his lip, the tension lingering between you both like a live wire.
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On the night of Hurricane Agatha, you and Sarah had planned a sleepover at her house. The storm outside was violent, with thunder shaking the walls and rain pounding against the windows. While Sarah slept soundly beside you, you lay awake, your heart racing with each crack of thunder. Storms always unsettled you, and made you feel small and exposed.
Unable to sleep, you slipped out of Sarahâs bed as quietly as you could, not wanting to wake her. Without thinking, your feet carried you through the house until you found yourself at Rafeâs door. You paused for a moment, a wave of hesitation washing over you. But before you could turn back, your hand was already on the knob, easing the door open.
Inside, the room was dark, save for the faint glow of the storm outside. Rafe lay asleep, his face soft and untroubled in the dim light. You stood there for a moment, just watching him, your heart fluttering in your chest. He looked so peaceful, so unlike the Rafe the rest of the world knew.
Carefully, you lifted the edge of the bedsheets and slid into the empty space beside him. The movement stirred him awake, and for a moment, his body tensed before he saw you.
"Y/N, what are you doing here?" His voice was hushed, still thick with sleep.
"Iâm scared of the storm," you whispered, pulling the sheets up to your chin. You felt a little silly admitting it, but you also knew that, for some reason, being next to Rafe made you feel safer. "I was hoping I could sleep here with you.â
Rafe blinked at you, his brain still catching up to what was happening. He had imagined you in his bed a hundred timesâdreams where you were wearing much less, doing much moreâbut this was real. You were really here, asking to sleep next to him.
"What will Sarah say?" he asked, though the grin on his face showed he didnât really care.
"You donât care about that," you teased softly.
"Youâre right. I donât," he admitted with a chuckle. "You can stay, as long as you donât care either."
"Thank you, Rafey." The nickname rolled off your tongue effortlessly, and Rafe felt his heart skip. He hated when anyone else called him that, but coming from you, it felt different. It felt good.
There was a pause, and then you spoke again, your voice small and uncertain. "Can you... hug me or something?"
Rafe didnât hesitate. "Yeah, come here," he said, his voice softer now. He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close, your head resting on his chest. The storm outside raged on, but with Rafeâs heartbeat steady beneath your ear, you finally found peace and drifted off to sleep.
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In the soft glow of the early morning light, you stirred awake. The first thing you noticed was how warm and comfortable you felt, cocooned in a haze of safety and sleep. You blinked slowly, your body registering the fact that you werenât in the same position you had fallen asleep in. Now, you were on your side, your back pressed firmly against something solid and warm. It didnât take long to realize it was Rafe.
His chest rose and fell with the rhythm of deep sleep, his arms wrapped tightly around your body, pulling you into him as though you were something he couldnât bear to let go of. The memory of sneaking into his bed last night came rushing back, and a small smile tugged at your lips. It wasnât just a dreamâyou were really here, in Rafeâs bed, tangled up with him.
You shifted slightly, moving closer into the comfort of his embrace, and thatâs when you felt it. Something firm pressing against your backside. The realization of what it was made your cheeks burn with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. You had never slept with a guy before, but the idea of giving yourself to Rafeâsomeone who had always been more than just Sarahâs older brotherâhad danced in your mind more than once.
Curiosity flickered through you, and without thinking, you gently ground your hips back against him. The contact sent a thrill through your body, and just as you did it again, Rafe stirred behind you, his grip on your hips tightening instinctively.
âGood morning, Y/N,â his voice was rough and husky, still thick with sleep as he whispered into your ear, sending shivers down your spine.
You mumbled a soft âGood morningâ in return, your voice barely audible over the sound of your heartbeat in your ears. The closeness between you was intoxicating, making you acutely aware of the heat radiating from his body.
But before you could move again, Rafeâs hand gripped your hips firmly, stopping your movements. His breath was uneven, and when he spoke, there was something almost desperate in his voice. âStop moving,â he said, his tone low and commanding, and though it made you feel shy, it also sent a thrill through you.
You stilled, biting your lip, trying to ignore the warmth spreading through your body. âIs there something wrong?â you asked, your voice innocent, though you knew very well what was happening.
Rafe wanted to laugh, wanted to say yes, but instead, he simply muttered, âNo, everything is fine.â He shifted behind you, flipping onto his back as he discreetly moved his hand under the covers to adjust himself, trying to hide his obvious reaction to you.
You saw his movements, the way he was trying to compose himself, and a small smile played at the corners of your lips, but you quickly suppressed it. âOkay⊠maybe I should go,â you offered, feeling the tension between you both, knowing if you stayed, things could get complicated very quickly.
Rafe nodded, his voice strained as he found an excuse. âYeah, I have some business to take care of... uh... for my dad,â he stammered, trying to make it sound believable even as his body screamed at him to keep you there.
You climbed out of bed, and as you straightened your clothes, you caught the way Rafe was staring at you. His eyes darkened as he took in the sight of your barely-there shorts and the crop top that had ridden up in the night. His breath hitched, and for a moment, you thought he might pull you back into bed, but then you left the room, your heart pounding in your chest.
When you returned to Sarahâs room, she was just waking up, stretching lazily in bed. She didnât seem to notice that you had been gone all night, and you breathed a sigh of relief when she didnât ask.
RAFEâS P.O.V:
When the door clicked shut behind you, Rafe lay there, staring up at the ceiling, his pulse still racing. He cursed under his breath, his hand moving to the waistband of his boxers, unable to control the need pulsing through him.
Rafe threw the sheets off of him, scrambling out of bed and heading straight for the bathroom. He ripped his clothes off with a sense of urgency, turning the shower on before stepping under the spray of cold water. But the cold did nothing to cool the fire raging inside him.
His erection throbbed painfully, the tip red and swollen, leaking with desire. He wrapped his fingers around it, his jaw clenched as he leaned against the cold tiles. But as soon as his hand began to pump, all he could think of was youâyour lips, your soft skin pressed against him in bed.
He imagined you on your knees, looking up at him with wide eyes as he guided your mouth to his cock, teaching you what he liked. "Yes, just like that, Y/N," he groaned, his hand moving faster, the image of you sending him over the edge. It didnât take long for him to spill over his hand, his body trembling as he came hard. His forehead pressed against the cool tiles, and he struggled to catch his breath, still picturing you in his mind.
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Later you sat across from Sarah, sharing a quiet breakfast as if everything were normal. But your mind was a whirlwind, you couldnât stop thinking about what had happened in Rafeâs roomâthe way his body felt against yours, the tension that had buzzed in the air between you both. It was intense, undeniable, and now, sitting in this kitchen, you felt like you were on the edge of a cliff, suspended between wanting more and fearing what more might mean.
The silence between you and Sarah felt charged, though she had no idea why. Every bite you took felt forced, every word she spoke faded against the rush of thoughts swirling in your mind. You couldnât help but keep glancing at the door, half hoping, half dreading that heâd walk in. And then he did.
When Rafe stepped into the kitchen, the air shifted immediately, the unspoken tension between you and him palpable. He moved with a casual confidence, but you saw the slight stiffness in his shoulders, the subtle way his eyes sought you out even when he tried to look away. As his gaze met yours, a hundred unsaid things flickered between you, words you werenât ready to say and feelings neither of you seemed ready to admit. You tried to keep your expression neutral, but you knew your eyes betrayed you.
âGood morning, Rafe,â you greeted, forcing a smile, pretending that you hadnât just been in his bed only an hour ago.
You knew Sarah was watching, and you didnât want her to sense that anything was out of the ordinary. But that familiar spark in his eyes was undeniable. It was like you shared a secret, one that neither of you could ignore, no matter how hard you tried.
Rafe mumbled a quick âGood morning,â his tone clipped as he grabbed something from the fridge. He was doing his best to act indifferent, but you saw right through him. He kept his eyes averted, but you felt the way his presence lingered near you, just as your mind kept returning to those stolen moments, wondering if they meant as much to him as they had to you.
Sarahâs voice broke the silence, her gaze narrowing as she studied Rafe. âWhatâs up with you?â Her question was casual, laced with the usual sibling curiosity, but Rafeâs hasty exit betrayed him. He muttered something unintelligible under his breath, already making his way out of the room as if being near you was more than he could handle.
You shrugged, doing your best to look innocent, as though you were as clueless as she was. But the lingering heat in your cheeks, the way you held your breath, praying Sarah wouldnât read between the lines, made you feel like a bundle of exposed nerves.
Sarah rolled her eyes, turning back to you. âGod, heâs acting so strange sometimes,â she muttered, shaking her head. Her exasperation was apparent, but you could feel the tension thrumming beneath your skin, your heart racing. You tried to focus on her, tried to play along, but every fiber of your being was acutely aware of Rafeâs presence in the house, the memory of his touch still fresh on your skin.
You managed a laugh, hoping it sounded natural. But deep down, you knew this was far from over. The invisible line youâd both crossed wasnât something either of you could simply walk back from.
Sarah's gaze lingered on the doorway Rafe had disappeared through, her brows knitting together in visible frustration. She swirled her spoon through her cereal absentmindedly, chewing on her bottom lip as her mind turned over all the possibilities. You could feel her curiosity growing, her need to understand her brotherâs erratic behavior, and you braced yourself, hoping she wouldnât press you for answers.
âDo you think... maybe itâs about Ward?â Sarah finally murmured, her voice just above a whisper. âI mean, I know Rafeâs had his issues, but heâs never been this... jumpy.â She looked at you as if searching for confirmation, but you only offered her a neutral shrug, doing your best to look unbothered.
âI donât know,â you replied softly, taking another bite of your breakfast to hide the nerves tightening in your chest.
Sarah sighed, frustration evident. âOr maybe itâs the drugs. Heâs been messing around with god knows what.â
You nodded along, hoping to divert her attention. âCould be. Rafeâs... well, heâs complicated,â you offered vaguely, looking down at your plate.
âYeah,â she scoffed, rolling her eyes. âComplicated is an understatement.â
She was quiet for a moment, picking at her food, clearly running through every possibility. You could feel the weight of her gaze occasionally flicking toward you, as though she were gauging your reaction, searching for some hint of an answer. Each time, you kept your face carefully blank, pretending to be just as clueless as she was.
But deep down, you knew the truth: this wasnât something Rafe would ever admit to his sister.
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That evening, the boneyard party was packed with people, laughter and music flowing around you in a blur of voices and faces. You were laughing along with your friends, pretending to let loose, but every now and then your gaze would drift, scanning the crowd until it inevitably landed on himâRafe. He stood near the fire, surrounded by a group of girls, his arm casually draped over one of them. A strange, unfamiliar pang twisted in your chest, jealousy creeping in like a slow burn you couldnât shake.
You tried to look away, tried to remind yourself that none of it should matter, but it was impossible. The sting settled uncomfortably, pressing against your thoughts and tightening your chest as you tried to brush it off.
âWhat are you looking at?â Sarah asked, her voice light as she nudged your arm and followed your gaze. She spotted Rafe and the crowd surrounding him, her brow furrowing in slight confusion.
âNothing,â you replied quickly, managing a shaky smile. âJust⊠people.â
But as Sarah turned back to Topper, your eyes returned to Rafe. You watched as he exchanged laughter with the girl beside him, his arm slipping around her waist like it was the most natural thing in the world. That one simple act sent your mind spiraling back to that morning in his bed, to the way his touch lingered. Now he was slipping away into the darkness, the girl by his side, and all you could think about was how you wished it was you he was walking away with instead.
Trying to bury the ache that was rising in you, you glanced down at your phone, contemplating leaving. You could feel yourself slipping, and you didnât want to fall apart here.
âHey, Sarah,â you started softly, catching her attention. âI think Iâm going to go.â
Sarahâs face fell a little. âWhat? Why?â
âI⊠I donât really feel great,â you lied, though it wasnât entirely untrue.
âAre you getting sick?â she asked, her voice tinged with concern.
âMaybe. I donât know,â you mumbled, offering her a small shrug. âJust feels like I might be.â
She wrapped you in a hug, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek. âAll right, but text me if you need anything, okay?â
You nodded, grateful for the concern but desperate to escape, and made your way to your car. The entire drive home, your mind was a whirl of Rafeâs face, his touch, his voice. By the time you got back, it felt as if the walls of your room were pressing in, amplifying every unresolved emotion.
Slipping under the covers, you tried to shake the thoughts from your mind. You told yourself it was better this way, that he was just passing time, that whatever happened in that room had been nothing more than a moment. But still, a part of you wished heâd come to you instead, wanting to believe that the tension between you hadnât been one-sided. You couldnât help wondering if he was thinking of you, too, as his body intertwined with someone elseâs.
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RAFEâS P.O.V:
The night buzzed with energy around him, but Rafe felt detached, and numb. The firelight flickered across his face as he laughed and joked with the group around him, but his thoughts kept circling back to you. He knew exactly what he was doing, exactly why heâd pulled this girl close, let his arm rest on her shoulders, and felt her gaze lingering on him like he was the only one in the world. It wasnât her he wanted, but he needed the distraction, anything to numb the ache in his chest that had surfaced the moment you left him that morning.
But even now, as he led her toward his car, flashes of you kept slipping into his mindâyour laughter, the warmth of your skin, the way you could make his defenses fall without even trying. Heâd spent years keeping people at a distance, protecting himself with walls heâd carefully built, but with you, those walls barely held. And it terrified him.
When he finally pulled her into his arms, he could only think of how much he wanted it to be you. He went through the motions, doing to her what heâd dreamed of doing with you, but with every move, every touch, your face lingered in his mind, an echo he couldnât escape. By the time dawn broke, his thoughts were a tangled mess, and it was your name, not hers, that haunted him long after she was gone.
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You and Sarah were sprawled out in the cabin of her boat, the only place that offered the relief of air conditioning after the brutal storm that had hit. The hum of the AC was a soft, constant background noise as Sarah recounted the events that unfolded at the boneyard party after you left. Her voice was animated, eyes wide with disbelief as she spoke.
âTopper fought with John B, and then JJ pulled a gun on him!â she exclaimed, her words tumbling out quickly, the shock still evident in her tone.
âSeriously? A gun?â you repeated, your eyes widening in disbelief. The idea of someone pulling a weapon at one of your usual hangouts was surreal, almost too extreme to fathom.
âYeah, can you believe it?â Sarah shook her head, still processing the madness of the situation. âJohn B was losing it, and then JJ justâhe just pulled a gun. It was insane.â
You leaned back against the cool cushions, trying to wrap your head around the idea. âAnd these are the same pogues Kiaraâs been hanging around with?â you asked, incredulous. The thought of her being mixed up with people who carried guns made your stomach churn.
Sarahâs expression darkened at the mention of Kiara, her lips pressing into a thin line. âYeah, she was there too.â
You both used to be close friends with Kiara back when she attended Kook Academy. The three of you had been inseparable, sharing secrets, laughs, and teenage mischief. But that all changed after she called the cops on Sarahâs birthday, shattering the trust and camaraderie youâd once shared. What was supposed to be a fun night turned into a nightmare, with sirens blaring and party-goers scattering. Kiara had betrayed you both, and it still stung, the wound fresh even after all this time.
âI canât believe sheâs with them now,â you muttered, the bitterness creeping into your voice. The betrayal felt sharp, like an old scar that ached whenever you thought of her. âWhat happened to her?â
Sarah rolled her eyes, her frustration simmering beneath the surface. âShe changed. She thinks sheâs better than us now, just because sheâs hanging out with pogues.â There was a bite to her words, an edge of anger mixed with hurt. Kiara had turned her back on you both, aligning herself with people who didnât understand your world, your history.
âWe were supposed to be friends,â you said softly, the words tasting bitter in your mouth. The memories of late-night sleepovers, shared secrets, and plans for the future seemed so distant now, almost like they belonged to a different lifetime.
âSheâs not worth it,â Sarah replied firmly as if trying to convince both you and herself. âWe donât need her. Especially not after what she did.â
You nodded, trying to push the memories away, but it was hard. You could still remember the way the three of you used to laugh until your stomachs hurt, the way Kiara would always have your backs. But now, it was like she was a completely different person, siding with people who pulled guns at parties and caused chaos wherever they went.
âI guess she really hates us now,â you murmured, feeling the weight of the lost friendship settle in your chest. It hurt more than you wanted to admit, the way things had fallen apart between you all.
Sarah scoffed, her eyes flashing with resentment. âThe feelingâs mutual.â
You shared a look, a silent understanding passing between you. No matter what, you still had each other. Even if Kiara was gone, even if things were changing faster than you could keep up with, your bond with Sarah was unshakeable. She was your best friend, your confidante, and no stormâliteral or metaphoricalâcould change that.
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Where Wolves Wonder (1/2)
- Summary: You and Jon were always close, but as the years went by and those feelings grew, your mother decided to put an end to it.Â
- Paring: stark!reader/Jon Snow
- Rating: Mild 13+
- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @alyssa-dayne @oxymakestheworldgoround
The frosted breath of Winterfellâs courtyards felt sharp on your skin, yet you and Jon were unaffected as you shared quiet moments in the early mornings, wrapped in the whispers of the waking castle. As twins, you and Robb had always shared a close bond, but something about Jonâs presence grounded you in a way that felt⊠different. He was a mystery, dark-haired and solemn, so much unlike the rest of your family, and yet a steady presence, as constant as the winter snow itself.
âShouldnât you be sleeping?â Jon asked softly one morning, his voice barely audible as he leaned against the training yard wall. His eyes lingered on your face, a hint of a smile playing on his lips as you approached him. âOr did you come to see if Iâd frozen solid?â
You gave a soft laugh, shaking your head. âIf you froze, Iâd think you more of a fool than Iâd ever imagined, Jon Snow,â you teased, crossing your arms and mirroring his posture.
A faint chuckle escaped his lips, but there was something softer in his gazeâa look that lingered just a second too long, as if he were memorizing every detail of your face in the dim morning light. You felt a flutter, a warmth creeping into your cheeks that had nothing to do with the cold. You had seen the way he looked at you before, the way his hand sometimes brushed yours just a second longer than necessary, and yet neither of you spoke about it.
âYou spend so much time with him these days,â Catelyn said one evening, catching you by surprise in one of the dimly lit hallways of Winterfell. Her tone was light, but her gaze sharp. She studied you carefully, and you forced yourself to meet her gaze, though you felt a pang of guilt.
âHeâs family,â you replied, hoping that the evenness in your voice would convince her.
âIs he?â she asked, her tone a touch more pointed. âHeâs your fatherâs son, yes, butâŠâ Her voice trailed off, eyes narrowing, her mouth pressed into a thin line. âJust⊠be mindful. Some bonds are best left at friendship.â Her words lingered, heavy with something unspoken, but you nodded politely, her warning pricking at your heart.
As the weeks wore on, however, it grew harder to heed her caution. You and Jon found yourselves slipping into shared conversations, hushed whispers in the darkened corners of the halls, or quiet moments near the Godswood. One evening, after a long day, you found yourself sitting beside him on a stone bench by the weirwood tree, your shoulders almost touching.
âY/N,â Jon said, his voice a quiet murmur, âDo you ever wonder⊠what it might be like, if things were different?â He didnât meet your gaze, his eyes fixed ahead, but you could see the tension in his face, a wariness that he couldnât quite mask.
âDifferentâŠ?â you asked, though your heart already knew where he was leading.
âIf⊠if I were truly one of you,â he said, his tone hesitant. âIf there wasnât⊠this distance between us.â
You placed a hand on his, feeling the warmth of his skin, the steadiness of his presence. âYou are one of us, Jon. And to me, thatâs all that matters,â you whispered.
The softness of your words hung in the air, your hand lingering in his, and Jonâs gaze softened, his expression vulnerable in a way youâd rarely seen.
But this moment was not yours alone.
Behind you, unbeknownst to either of you, stood your mother. Catelynâs gaze was fixed on you both, her expression unreadable, yet her hands were clenched tightly, her knuckles white.
It wasnât long before she confronted you, her voice tight with worry and unyielding resolve. âYou will not spend any more time with Jon. Youâre not to meet him in secret corners or dark hallways. Is that clear?â
You stared at her, heart pounding in your chest. âMother, heâs my brotherââ
âHe is not your brother,â she said firmly. âThere is a line, Y/N, one that you must not cross. He⊠he doesnât belong as we do, no matter how much your father thinks otherwise.â
Your heart sank, anger flashing in your eyes. âHow can you be so cold? Jonâs always been part of this family.â
Catelynâs expression didnât soften; instead, it seemed to harden. âIâm protecting you,â she said, voice laced with a hint of regret, though she pressed on. âOne day, youâll understand why.â
You turned on your heel, storming away, her words weighing heavily on you. But as the days passed, your motherâs warning settled into an insurmountable barrier, each glance shared with Jon feeling edged with longing and hesitation. Yet the ache in your chest never seemed to lessen.
Jonâs gaze found yours often in those fleeting moments across the halls, his silent question lingering between you both: What could have been, if only things were different?
The clank of steel and laughter echoed through the training yard of Winterfell. Robbâs hearty laugh boomed as he caught Theonâs playful shove, and even Jon managed a faint smile, though it was fleeting. Ever since Catelynâs orders to keep you away, he had grown quieter, his gaze darker, lost in thoughts that weighed heavily on his heart.
âGods, Jon, you look as if someone died,â Theon joked, leaning his practice sword against his shoulder. He gave Jon a once-over, his smirk widening as he took in Jonâs expression. âOr have you just realized that brooding doesnât make you look half as mysterious as you think?â
Jon shot Theon a warning look, but the Greyjoy only laughed, unfazed. Robb, however, glanced between them, his eyes narrowing as he noticed the anxiety coming to light on Jonâs face.
âLeave him be, Theon,â Robb said, but there was a hint of amusement in his voice too. âMaybe heâs got a ghost haunting him.â He threw a look at Jon, his grin softer. âOr maybe heâs finally realized how much work it takes to keep up with me.â
Theon snorted. âMore like heâs mourning the loss of a certain shadow that used to follow him around.â His tone was casual, but his words hit close to the mark. âFunny, though, I havenât seen her lurking around you lately, Jon. Did she finally realize sheâs wasting her time?â
Jonâs jaw clenched, his fists tightening as he looked down, unwilling to let Theon see the flash of pain in his eyes. Your absence weighed on him like a chain around his neck, each day feeling colder without your warm, steady presence. He missed the quiet conversations in the Godswood, the way your laughter softened the edges of Winterfellâs grey stone. But Theon would never understand thatâheâd never understand how every second away from you felt like a punishment he didnât know how to bear.
Seeing Jonâs expression, Robbâs smile faded. He placed a hand on Jonâs shoulder, squeezing it. âCome on, Jon. Ignore him. You know Theon loves to rile people up.â
Jon forced a small smile, nodding, but he couldnât help the sigh that escaped him.
âAh, donât take it so seriously,â Theon added, still grinning but with a slight softness in his tone as he noticed the effect his words had on Jon. âJust a bit of jest, you know. Itâs not as if sheâs left Winterfell.â
Robb shot Theon a warning glare, but Jon cut him off. âShe might as well have,â he muttered, his voice so low they almost missed it. There was a rawness in his tone, a crack that neither Robb nor Theon had heard before.
Theon raised an eyebrow, finally catching on to just how deep Jonâs feelings ran. He let out a low whistle. âGods, you really do have it bad, donât you?â He crossed his arms, studying Jon with newfound curiosity. âI always thought you were just fond of her, but this⊠You look as if sheâs been sent off to the Wall.â
Robb shot him a warning look. âTheon, leave it,â he said, his voice firmer now.
But Jon didnât seem to hear either of them. He took a shaky breath, finally meeting Robbâs gaze. âI⊠I know what it must look like, Robb. And I know sheâs your sister. But⊠itâs like sheâs the only thing that makes sense here, the only person who looks at me like⊠like I belong.â His voice dropped, almost a whisper. âAnd now⊠I donât know what to do without her.â
The words spilled out before he could stop himself, and he immediately regretted them, looking down as if the ground might swallow him up. He hadnât meant to admit it, to say aloud the longing that had been festering inside him.
Robbâs expression softened, a glimmer of understanding crossing his face. He placed a hand on Jonâs shoulder, giving it a firm, reassuring squeeze. âYouâre not alone, Jon. No matter what my mother thinks. Iâll talk to her.â
Jon shook his head, a bitter smile on his lips. âShe wonât listen, Robb. Your mother⊠sheâs right, in a way. I donât have the same claim, not like you. Iâm just⊠just a Snow.â
Robb shook his head, undeterred. âTo hell with names and claims. Youâre my brother, Jon. Nothing can change that.â
Theon, watching the exchange, sighed and rolled his eyes, though there was a faint smirk on his lips. âIf you two are done with your heartfelt confessions, thereâs still a swordfight to finish here. And if Jonâs too busy sighing over lost loves, then Iâll gladly take the win.â
Jonâs hand went to his sword, gripping it tighter, and a faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he looked up at Theon. âYouâd have to earn it first, Greyjoy.â
And for a moment, the heaviness in his chest lightened as he lunged forward, a hint of his old spark returning. But even as he clashed with Theon, the ache of your absence remained, a shadow in his heart he couldnât shake.
Arya sat beside you, fidgeting with her needle and thread, a perpetual look of boredom on her face, while Sansa, across the table, was meticulously working on her embroidery, lips pressed in a prim line of concentration. The gentle murmur of fabric against fingers and the faint pricking of needles filled the air as you all sat in an attempt at focused silence.
But your thoughts were far from the fabric in your lap. No matter how much you tried to focus on the delicate stitch pattern, your mind kept slipping back to Jon. The look in his eyes when heâd seen you last lingered in your mind, the quiet sadness that he tried so hard to hide, masked behind his usual stoicism. Every stitch you tried to sew seemed to weave his name into the fabric, and you let out a soft sigh, pulling your needle free after yet another botched attempt.
âYouâre making a mess of that,â Arya muttered, noticing the snarl of threads as you tried to unknot your embroidery.
You gave her a small, exasperated smile. âYouâre one to talk,â you teased, nodding toward her own uneven stitches, which were scattered across the fabric with little care for pattern or design.
Arya grinned, undeterred. âAt least I donât pretend to like it,â she said, casting a sideways glance at Sansa, who pursed her lips.
Sansa looked up from her perfect row of flowers with a slightly disapproving frown. âItâs a ladyâs duty to learn needlework,â she said primly. âBesides, itâs better than⊠whatever it is youâre doing.â
Arya made a face, scrunching her nose. âIâd rather be sword fighting with Bran than doing this.â
Sansaâs expression softened a little as she turned to you. âYouâre distracted today,â she observed, her tone less judgmental than Aryaâs but still laced with curiosity. âYouâve been sighing at that fabric since we started. Is something on your mind?â
You bit your lip, hesitating. âItâs⊠nothing,â you said quietly, though your voice betrayed you, sounding uncertain. But both of your sisters were watching you now, their expressions expectant, and you felt compelled to offer them something. âItâs just⊠strange, I suppose, how things change without you even noticing.â
Arya frowned. âWhat things?â she asked, genuinely curious.
âFamily,â you said softly, almost to yourself. âSometimes, it feels like no matter how close we are⊠thereâs still a wall between us.â
Arya looked puzzled, her head tilted in thought. Sansa, however, seemed to understand, her gaze growing softer. âYou mean Jon,â she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
You stiffened slightly, glancing down at your embroidery. âMother has asked me not to spend time with him,â you admitted, forcing yourself to keep the tremble out of your voice. âShe says⊠that itâs best for everyone.â
Aryaâs face hardened. âThatâs not fair,â she said bluntly, scowling at the thought. âJonâs as much family as the rest of us.â
You managed a sad smile. âYes, but Mother⊠sees things differently. She thinks itâs better to⊠to keep us separate. She believes it will only lead to trouble.â
Sansaâs expression softened with sympathy. âI know she can be⊠strict,â she said gently, choosing her words with care. âBut I think sheâs only trying to protect you. It may not seem fair, but sheâs thinking of whatâs best, I suppose.â
Arya rolled her eyes, clearly less concerned with your motherâs intentions. âWell, itâs still stupid,â she said firmly. âYou and Jon have always been close. I donât see why that should change just because Mother has some silly ideas about whatâs proper.â
A smile tugged at your lips despite the ache in your heart. Aryaâs loyalty was unwavering, a constant source of warmth. âThank you, Arya,â you murmured, appreciating her blunt honesty. âBut I have to listen to her. For now, at least.â
Sansa, watching you carefully, reached across the table and took your hand, her grip gentle yet reassuring. âIf it helps, you know weâre here for you,â she said softly. âEven if Jon canât be as close⊠weâre still your family, and that wonât change.â
You nodded, squeezing her hand in return. âI know. I just⊠miss him,â you whispered. âMore than I thought I would.â
Sansaâs hand slipped back to her sewing, her gaze thoughtful as she looked down at the floral patterns sheâd been carefully stitching. âMaybe one day, Mother will see things differently. Perhaps sheâll understand that Jonâs part of us, too.â
Aryaâs voice broke in, her tone defiant. âAnd if she doesnât, then who cares? Jon is still here, isnât he? Heâs still family, no matter what anyone says.â
You smiled at Aryaâs fierce protectiveness, her determination to see things in simple terms. For a moment, your heart felt lighter, as if the weight of your motherâs judgment could be softened by the loyalty of your sisters.
As the afternoon sunlight faded into golden hues, you knew you had to find a way to reconcile the longing in your heart with the boundaries set around you. But with Sansa and Arya by your side, you felt just a little less alone.
The castle was alive with a rare buzz, a tension that pulsed through the stone walls of Winterfell like a storm on the brink of breaking. King Robert Baratheon and his family had arrived that morning, and the atmosphere had shifted in a way youâd never experienced. Servants bustled, the smell of roasting meats hung in the air, and everywhere you looked, there were flashes of gold, crimson, and banners snapping in the cold Northern wind.
In the chaos of the royal visit, you managed to slip away from the eyes of your mother, of Sansa, and even of Arya, who had taken to hiding from the stern Septa who was assigned to âimprove her manners.â You found Jon exactly where you expected: near the Godswood, watching the activity of Winterfell unfold from a distance, the cool detachment in his eyes like a protective shield.
âJon,â you called softly, stepping forward, but he didnât need to turn. You could tell he knew you were there from the softening of his shoulders, the way his stance shifted.
âY/N,â he murmured in greeting, and there was a flicker of warmth in his gaze as he looked at you, a brief break in his guarded expression. Ghost, his silent white shadow, stood at his side, watching you with those intense, red eyes. Your own direwolf, Shadow, stepped up beside you, her dark coat blending into the shaded trees, her amber eyes fixed on her brother.
For a moment, it was just the two of you, standing in the pocket of silence that the Godswood offered, a calm oasis in the midst of all the chaos.
âQuite the spectacle, isnât it?â Jon remarked, nodding in the direction of the castle, where banners and torches flared in the brisk wind.
You sighed, rolling your eyes. âItâs exhausting, is what it is. I feel like Iâm in a cage. But at least hereâŠâ You glanced around, your gaze finally settling back on him. âItâs quieter.â
Jonâs expression softened, though there was a shadow in his eyes. âA cage,â he echoed. âI suppose I know that feeling too.â
It was then that you remembered the whispers youâd heard in the halls, the snatches of conversation that mentioned Jon and the future heâd chosen. The words had tugged at your heart, but you hadnât had a moment to ask him if they were true. Now, as you stood before him, the question pressed on your tongue like a weight you could no longer hold.
âJon,â you began, your voice low, almost hesitant. âIs it true? That youâre⊠planning to join the Nightâs Watch?â
He looked at you, surprise flickering across his face before he glanced away, nodding slowly. âYes,â he admitted, his tone resigned but steady. âIâve spoken to Uncle Benjen about it. He says thereâs a place for me there, andâŠâ He paused, searching for the words. âIt feels like the right choice. Like itâs where I belong.â
You swallowed, a pang of sadness tightening in your chest. âThe right choice? Jon, you donât have to do this.â You stepped closer, your hand brushing against his. âYou belong here. You belong with us⊠with me.â
He looked down, his face unreadable, though his jaw tightened. âHere?â he echoed, his voice laced with bitterness. âWhat am I here, Y/N? A reminder of what shouldnât be, a ghost that haunts your motherâs halls.â He shook his head, the muscles in his face taut. âOut there, with the Nightâs Watch, I could be someone, serve a purpose. Iâd have a place, even if itâs at the edge of the world.â
âBut you already have a place,â you insisted, your voice thick with emotion. âWith usâwith me. I donât want you to go.â
For a heartbeat, he looked at you, raw and vulnerable, his gaze filled with a pain you recognized but had never truly understood. âY/N,â he said, his voice barely more than a whisper. âI canât stay here, not when Iâm⊠so close to you, yet so far.â
Just as the silence between you grew heavy, Ghost and Shadow, sensing the change, exchanged a look before darting into the woods. Startled, you glanced after them, their forms blurring into the shadows of the trees.
âGhost!â Jon called, his voice cutting through the stillness, but his direwolf paid him no mind, disappearing deeper into the trees with Shadow following closely.
Without a second thought, you both broke into a run, slipping between the trunks and branches as you chased the wolves. The air grew cooler as you moved further from the warmth of Winterfell, the sounds of the castle fading behind you. You finally caught up to them in a small clearing, where they had stopped, sniffing at something half-buried in the grassâa fallen bird, probably knocked from a tree by the wind.
Breathless, you stood beside Jon, a faint laugh escaping your lips at the sight of the two wolves nosing at the bird as if deciding whether it was worth their time.
âTheyâre quite the pair, arenât they?â you said, glancing at Jon, your smile fading as you caught the lingering sadness in his eyes. He hadnât stopped looking at you since youâd left the Godswood, and there was something between you, thick and unspoken, that words couldnât seem to touch.
He took a step closer, close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating from him despite the chill of the forest. âY/N,â he murmured, his voice low. âYouâve always been the one thing that made staying here bearable. I⊠I donât want to leave you, butâŠâ He hesitated, struggling to find the words. âBut I donât know if I can be what Iâm supposed to be here.â
You placed a hand on his arm, feeling the solid warmth of him beneath the wool and leather. âAnd what are you supposed to be, Jon? Some⊠stranger sent to the Wall? Youâre more than that. I see more in you than any title or duty.â
He closed his eyes, the conflict clear in the way he clenched his jaw, his fingers curling around your hand where it rested on his arm. âI wish things were different. I wish⊠I wish I could stay. But every time I see your motherâs eyes, Iâm reminded that I donât belong here.â
The distance youâd both run from Winterfell had made the world feel smaller, the space between you shrinking as he finally turned to you fully, his eyes holding a quiet despair mixed with longing. He was close, so close that you could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest, his breaths mingling with yours in the cold air.
âMaybe one day, Iâll come back,â he said softly, his voice barely a murmur as he brushed a strand of hair from your face. âBut I need to do this, for me. You understand that, donât you?â
You swallowed, nodding, though your heart felt as if it were breaking. âI understand, Jon. But that doesnât mean Iâll stop missing you.â
His gaze softened, a hint of a sad smile flickering on his lips. âIâll miss you too, Y/N. More than youâll ever know.â
For a fleeting moment, you were both suspended in the silent woods, lost in the ache of what could never be spoken aloud. You felt his hand linger on yours, the warmth of his touch grounding you in a way that made letting go feel impossible.
Then, as if sensing the silent goodbye, Ghost and Shadow returned to your sides, each wolf nudging against their human. You shared one last look, an understanding passing between you that held all the words you couldnât say.
And then, without another word, you turned and made your way back to Winterfell, side by side but feeling worlds apart.
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NNN - matt sturniolo - survivors guilt
â ïžTRIGGER WARNINGSâ ïž : school lockdown, school shooting, guns, death, blood, life or death situation, witnessing death, traumatic experience, police involvement, nightmare/night terror, panic attack, use of y/n, detailed descriptions, and more.
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Flashback âą 3 weeks ago
Sometimes school was something you looked forward to. Not just because of the extra curricularâs you were in or because the school work was enjoyable â it was because of your friends and matt who were able to make the days more bearable even when they were the worst of days.
Today you arrived at school a little early, hoping to get some much needed studying crunched into your already jam packed schedule. While walking up the steps to the school, you spotted Matt near the main entrance with a few of your close friends gathered around him. His blue eyes landing on you, flashing a small smile and giving a playful wave. You quickened your pace, weaving through the students until you joined them.
You took your place next to matt, flashing him a grin. âGood morning, sleepyhead,â Matt teased, nudging you with his shoulder as you just rolled your eyes. âI could say the same for you.â you fired back, punching his arm lightly. His mouth opened, holding his arm as he gave you a faked hurt expression.
You smiled, turning your head to look at your friends. âGuess Iâm not the only one who had trouble getting up,â you said, glancing around at your friends, who looked equally sleepy. âYou guys ready for the most thrilling English class of our lives?â the sarcasm laced your words as you wiggled your brows.
One of your friends groaned. âOnly if we get to hear Mr. Kleinâs riveting analysis of metaphors again.â they said as their face scrunched up, sticking their tongue out. âI think iâd only be ready if Mr.klein just dropped all lesson plans for the day.â another one of your friends grumbled.
You all shared a tired laugh, your head now resting against mattâs shoulder as you somewhat cuddled his arm. It felt comforting to be surrounded by the people who knew you best, the ones who made every day a little easier. âI was going to get some studying in, but you guys have ruined my plans.â you pouted at matt and your friends, and they all laughed.
âSorry baby.â matt said as his hand brushed against yours, lacing your fingers together as you started to walk through the front doors, your friends on either side.
As you walked, the usual chatter filled the airâthe familiar sound of lockers slamming, friends greeting each other, and the echo of hurried footsteps as everyone rushed to their first class. The energy was calm.
âThink todayâs the day we finally get a pop quiz?â Matt asked, giving you a sideways grin. You rolled your eyes â at this point they might get stuck permanently like that. âOh, please, donât jinx it,â you laughed, giving him a playful shove.
You all made your way down the hall more, but you quickly stopped at your locker. âJust go to class without me guys! iâll be there soon.â you said to your friends, but matt had insisted on staying with you. Your hand fiddled with the lock, twisting to all the right numbers before popping open.
âSo,â Matt started, shoving a hand into his pocket while the other came to rest up on the lockers. âsince you couldnât cram in your extra studying time this morning, why donât we study at your place tonight?â he suggests, clicking his tongue on the roof of his mouth.
You hummed, grabbing a few books out of your locker before closing the door and securing the lock. âI dunnooo,â you drug out, turning to him as a hand reached out to pinch his side softly. âWeâll have to see if iâm in the mood to study tonight â and if my parents are okay with it.â you stated, head tilting to the side. He nodded in agreement.
The bell echoed through the halls signaling class was about to start. You and Matt both hurried down the hall to class, slipping through the door and sliding into seats beside each other, your few friends already in some seats around you. You were grateful to have them here, grateful that you didnât have to face another long school day alone. Matt settled beside you, giving you a quick, reassuring smile as the teacher began to start class.
Once the class settled down, Mr.klein started taking attendance, calling out everyoneâs name as they all said âpresentâ or âhereâ. âOkay class, today weâre going to start working on some group writing projectsâŠâ he started to explain some writing project but your attention was only half on him and more focused on Matt.
âI hate writing projects.â matt complains with a groan as his head tipped back before coming forward again and leaning toward you. Your eyes squinted, glaring at him. âMatt, babe â iâm always your partner for this shit cause you hate it.â you deadpanned, reaching your hand over to flick his arm.
He pouted, faking his sadness as he just grabbed his arm where you flicked him, you giggled before your attention shifted back to Mr.klein, listening to the instructions and taking down notes. Once he was finished explaining, you partnered up with matt, his desk moving flush to yours as you laid the plans out in front of you.
Class had been in session for about an hour now â yet you and matt couldnât agree on a topic to write on. This always happened, he writing ideas were â okay, but this wasnât supposed to be a goofy project. It was supposed to me serious and thought out.
You shook your head at another one of his statements. âNo â no we should write about something thatâll resonate with people, not make them bored.â you argued, trying to explain to matt that writing about random shit wasnât the way to go.
He opened his mouth, an argument right on the tip of his tongue â but was quickly cut off with the loud blaring of the intercom coming on, red lights already flashing brightly.
âLockdown condition three, Lockdown condition three â lock doors, close blinds, barricade doors, turn off lights, take shelter.â the speakers blared, reds lights flashing and illuminating the whole room as they blinked.
You flinched, the loud sound being something you werenât expecting. Your head turned to matt, a puzzled look on your face. âWhat is going on?â you asked, and all he did was shrug. You sat there listening to the speakers until another warning line was delivered.
âThis is not a drill â I repeat â This is not a drill. lock doors, close blinds, barricade doors, turn off lights, take shelter.â
Your face paled, momentarily freezing as the realization hit you â that this wasnât a drill. You sat there for a few moments, not registering that matt was trying to get you up. âbabe â câmon we have to help barricade the door-â his words snapped you out of your daze and you nodded, shooting up your from your seat to close blinds and move things in front of the door.
The room was loud as furniture was moved and scrapped across the floor â you were frantic, running around like a chicken with its head cut off.
You put anything you could â desks, chairs, things that would keep the door closed and unavailable to get through. Matt was right there helping, along with your friends and classmates to get the job done as fast as possible.
Quickly everyone took cover in a far corner of the room, hidden away from sight from any door or window. Your body clung tightly to mattâs as the speakers repeated their warnings. Some students asking in hushed voices about what was going on.
Mr.klein hushed everyone, telling them he wasnât sure and would let them know when he knew more information. Some students started to cry, texting families and some trying to be strong. Your friends were in the front of the group, quickly looking back at you as they all gave you small smiles of reassurance.
Everything was so piercingly quiet except for the light murmurs of classmates talking and the loud warning blaring from the speakers. Your head turned to matt as you leaned into him, âDo you think weâll be okay?â you asked quietly. Matt just took a deep breath, âI hope so babyâŠi hope so.â was all he said.
You werenât sure how long you were sitting crammed in the corner for with matt and everyone else â all there was, was this persistent ache in your legs from being curled up so tightly. It was still quiet, nothing had happened yet and Mr.klein still hadnât said a word.
Suddenly, screams rang out through the halls outside the door, the unmistakable sound of gun shots being fired following the shrieks. Your whole body went ridged, flinching as your fists clutched matt so tight you thought you might break him. Your heart was pounding wildly â the pounding in your ears as the sounds got closer and closer.
The distant sound of sirens outside could be heard â but they werenât close enough. You could hear the sound of fists banging on doors and walls outside before suddenly a loud bang was heard on your classroom door, the items piled toppling over as whoever was out there tried to force their way through.
Your classmates panicked, mumbling quietly out of fear. The teacher shushed everyone â bodies huddling closely together as the bangs continued. The door should hold, surely you piled so much stuff in front of it â but you were wrong.
Surely this isnât how your life ends? You thought maybe this would never happen to your school â how selfish of yourself to think.
The loud banging continued â whoever was there was persistent on getting in here. You clutched to matt even tighter, tears now clouding your vision as you tried your best to stay calm. Mattâs hand rubbing your back in an attempt to ground you.
Then the door busts open and â everything happened so fast you werenât sure how to react. Loud gun shots rang out â classmates piercing screams were loud as your eyes darted around until they landed on your friends. Time felt like it froze, switching to slow motion â watching as bullets were shot at them.
That was the last thing you saw before you were dragged down to lay on the floor. The bullets hitting other classmates â their blood splattering all over you as the shooter just fired shot after shot.
You were mortified, silent sobs leaving your mouth as mattâs hand covered it to keep you as silent as possible. Their limp dead bodies laid over you â covering you from the shooters eyes.
The sight of those bullets piercing their bodies â their faces, were permanently burned into your skull. The blood that spilled out, covering your body from near by classmates made you sick to your stomach.
The sound of heavy foot steps echoed the hallway, multiple bodies bursting in through the door as they shouted â police â but they were too fucking late.
Your ears were ringing, you couldnât focus on a single thing. The only thing you could focus on was the faces of those you saw die â the blood covered faces of your dead friends. The police were still shouting around you, telling the shooter to drop his gun and surrender â another fire of a gun sounded before multiple others joined.
It felt like you were on the floor for hours before an officer came over to check on those who survived â that being you, matt and a few other people. Matt shuffled, trying to pull you up off the ground with him after the police moved those who were deceased off of you.
ây/n â sweetheart we need to go, we need to listen to the police.â he said softly, trying to get your focus on him. But you couldnât, all your eyes were looking at still were your friends â you could have saved them, why didnât you fucking save them?
You just stood there, eyes blankly staring at the ground where they were laying â your friends were laying. And if your mind wasnât so focused on them, you wouldâve seen the killers own dead body laying not far from you. But you werenât â it wasnât possible when you felt so ashamed, so â upset with yourself.
All you did was watch â you were the last thing they saw.
Your feet moved eventually, carrying you out the classroom and into the hallways as matt guided you. Even there your eyes couldnât tear away from those who were dead â blood pouring out of their bodies, and splattered on the white walls of the school. You didnât know what to feel â didnât know how to feel, you still werenât fully there.
You made it to the front entrance of the school, pushing the doors open â the blinding light of the outside world burned your retinas, or â at least thatâs what it was supposed to feel like, but it didnât.
When you were outside, families were waiting â multiple parents crying and scared, hoping and waiting for their babies to come out to them. Your own family was there, taking you into their embrace when you were finally able to see them. You wouldnât let matt leave your side â you couldnât. What if something happened to him too?
When you got home â still covered in blood, you immediately went to take a shower. The water was boiling hot, steam filling the bathroom as you rid yourself of your clothes. When you stepped into the tub, you took your loofa, pour ounce after ounce of soap on it.
Scrubbing your body over and over and over again until your skin had turned raw and red. Your own blood visible from how viscous you scrubbed yourself. From how desperate you wanted to be clean â to rid yourself of that burning memory in your skull.
You donât know how many times you scrubbed yourself that night â loosing track until it hurt to scrub yourself any further, your hand eventually dropping the loofa as your body slowly slid down to sit under the shower head on the floor. You tucked in on yourself, curling up as your mind plummeted.
It shouldâve have been you instead.
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Present Time
The masked man pointed the gun directly at matt as his body stood between you and the killer, sacrificing himself to keep you safe. The man only laughed, moving it to point the barrel of the gun toward mattâs temple as he pulled the trigger. The loud ringing of a bullet firing ricocheted through your skull, making your vision unfocus.
When you came to â time had seemed to slow down. Mattâs eyeâs widened, his body slowly falling to the ground.
You screamed as you watched mattâs body drop to the floor â blood pouring out of him as that same killer stood in front of you and your classmates. Your body trembling as your tried to wake him up, thinking it was just a dream before your eyes looked at the killer, the last thing you saw was his finger pulling the trigger at your head before everything went black.
You tossed and turned in your bed â and if anyone were to walk in right now, theyâd see the discomfort etched into your face. Quickly your eyes shoot up, body shooting up in bed as a scream ripped past your throat, sweat covering your body as your fists clutched the sheets to your bed.
A door swung open outside before footsteps quickly pattered across the hallway, your door swinging open â matt rushing in to check on you after the blood curdling scream you let slip. His feet taking quick strides over to your bedside.
ây/n â y/n!!â matt said, grabbing your shoulders as he pulled you into a hug, his body lowering to the bed as he held your body tightly. Your limbs thrashed around in his embrace, screaming and kicking as the nightmare still clung freshly to your mind.
âN-no!! let go â let go!!â you screeched, your hands coming up to claw at him â but they were uncoordinated, not landing on him once as your mind continued to panic.
These â nightmaresâŠnight terrors â started happening ever since the shooting, most of your nights were sleepless as memories plagued every corner of your being. Matt hadnât left your side since â seeing how much it had left you shaken, your family nice enough to let him stay in the guest room across from your room.
Matt just held you, squeezing his arms tightly in an attempt to keep you safe from yourself until your body tired itself out, holding you close and whispering comforting words into your ear. âItâs okay baby, iâm here iâm not going anywhere.â he whispered, pressing a light kiss to your head as you shook.
You stopped thrashing your limbs, nails now digging into mattâs arms, leaving crescent shapes in the flesh. You sobbed, sucking in sharp breaths as you tried to speak.
âY-you were gone â you d-died, he killed you. h-he killed me!â you choked out, fists now moving to grip his shirt tightly. âThere w-was blood everywhere.â you cried, hot tears were running down your face as your breathing became more ragged and choppy.
The nightmares had gotten worse after you attended the funerals of the friends you lost â the services making everything feel too real, making you realize you actually lost them. It was too many someone as young as you should have to ever attended.
Itâs your fault theyâre gone.
Your breathing began to quicken more, your face hot and wet as your mind continued to spiral out of control. Your fists held him tighter, zoning out as you began to feel sick to your stomach.
Your chest felt tight â eyes frenzied and darting around. It felt like you were drowning, your tears falling harder now as you tried to regain control of yourself. You tried to speak â but all that came out were pained whimpers and sobs, your breath catching in your throat.
ây/n, i need you to focus on me baby, itâs okay.â matt whispered, pulling you into his chest, your head resting against his heart. âListen to the sound of my heart love, focus on my breathing. Iâve got you, everythingâs okay.â he continued, rubbing circles on your back as he rocked you back and fourth.
You strained to listen through your own heartbeat in your ears, rapidly pounding against your skull. It felt as though you would pass out any moment from lack of proper oxygen â but you tried, feeling the rise and fall of mattâs chest pressed against your ear and the side of your face.
Matt noticed your strained efforts, weakly smiling to himself as he looked down at you.
âThatâs it baby, doing so good.â he cooed, continuing to rub your back as your breathing slowed down, your tears flowing less now. He could feel the rapid beating of your heart, it felt like it would jump out of your body if you werenât careful. Your panic slowly subsided, exhaustedly melting into mattâs body.
Your breathing was still ragged, nose stuff from how hard you were crying â you had to breath through your mouth. ïżŒ
He let out a long breath, calming his own nerves. He never knew how you would be after a nightmare or night terror â sometimes you were okay after a moment of him holding you, other times it was like this. Needing to calm your panicking mind in order to fall asleep again. It drained him â but you needed him, he wasnât going to let you do this on your own.
When you pulled away from his chest, your eyes were red and puffy and tired, body still shaking from all the emotions coursing through your veins. Your mouth was dry and your head was pounding from how hard you were crying. Your hands let go of mattâs shirt, coming up to rub at your eyes and head.
âmâso sorry matt,â you started, voice cracking slightly. âdidnât mean to w-wake you again.â your voice was barely above a whisper, almost inaudible if matt wasnât listening to intently.
He just shook his head, a hand coming up to wipe away some stray tears you hadnât realized were running down your face. âDonât ever apologize, this is something youâre dealing with â a traumatic experience youâre dealing with.â he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.
You shook your head, âI-I couldnât save them matt.â you mumbled, sniffling. âthey were right there and i couldnât do anything to save them â i shouldâve done something, what kind of friend am i?â you rambled. âF-fuck i couldnât even save you.â
What if you cant ever save him?
Matt frowned, pulling you onto his lap as he situated himself in your bed. âItâs not your fault baby â itâs not your fault they arenât here anymore, itâs the horrible person who decided to do what he did.â he whispered to you, holding you closely. His hand raked through your hair, tucking your head under his chin as he just continued to hold you.
You always thought about them â about how that day could have been different if you had just tried to do something to save those people you held close to you. But, the damage was done and here you were â wishing it was you and that they could still be here â you werenât fast enough for them.
Eventually, matt got you calmed down enough to try and get more sleep, laying down in your bed and tucking you into his side as he encouraged you to try and sleep. âIâll be right here when you wake up in the morning baby, i promise.â he reassured, holding you tighter â like you might just disappear somehow.
You listened, letting the exhaustion from crying and not enough sleep, pull you into unconsciousness for the night again.
When you had woken up in the morning, matt was right there next to you just like he said he would be. You smiled weakly to yourself â slowly pulling the covers back and moving out of your bed to head downstairs where youâre sure your parents would be at.
Before leaving your room, you looked in the mirror. You looked awful â dark circles under your eyes and your eyes red. Your hair was a mess and your clothes looked disheveled. You werenât a pretty sight to see.
You walked out your bedroom door, feet softly pattering down the stairs and into the kitchen where you could hear your parents talking. Your ears picked up on a few pieces of their conversation, even though you know you probably shouldnât be listening.
As you arrived in the kitchen, your parents attention was shifted to you â their eyes taking in your appearance. A look of worry crossed their features, but they didnât say anything. After a moment, your mom was the first to speak. âAre you doing okay honey? we heard you last nightâŠiâm still so sorry youâre going through this sweetie.â she said softly, gently walking toward you to wrap you in her embrace.
She pulled back, briefly looking into your eyes before she started to speak again. âSoâŠwe know your school has been closed for the last few weeks because of what happened,â she started, and somehow you didnât like where this was going. âbut â we just got news theyâre reopening tomorrow for students to go back.â she said. Your face dropped at the words, eyes darting over to your dads before looking back at your mom.
Your head shook, âW-what? noâŠno! y-you expect me to go back there after â after what h-happened??â you quickly said, your body pulling out of your mothers embrace, the panic rising in your body at just the thought of returning to the same place that you saw your best friends be murdered at. Your parents just looked at you sympathetically, their eyes softening.
âWe promise itâll be okay y/nâŠnothing will happen again, youâll be safe.â your dad stated, hoping that somehow his words would help calm you down. But all it did was make you feel worse â what if itâs me and matt next?
ây-you guys canât make me!â you wailed, quickly turning away. You could hear your parents calling your name and trying to speak as you sped toward the stairs and darted back up into your room as you closed the door behind you.
Your back was pressed against your door, palms flat against the wood, your eyes closed as you tried to keep yourself calm. When you opened your eyes again, Matt was already sitting up in bed, his face twisting with worry as he saw your state.
ây/n? whatâs wrong baby.â he asked, opening his arms up for you to slid into, which you did. Striding over to the bed and Sitting down, you leaned into him â his presence calming you slightly. âThey want me to go back,â you started, voice straining as you held back your tears. âback to where my friends died â i canât go back. i wonât.â you say, shaking your head as you spoke.
Mattâs face softened more, âyou donât have to go back baby, not until youâre ready â even if that takes a while.â he said, tugging you closer. You let out a sigh, trying to turn your head to look up at him.
âI will never be ready to face that place again. Not when all I can see are their faces and their blood whenever i close my eyes. They were right there, and I couldnât fucking do anything.â
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DOUBLE LIFE
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đâč ÖŽÖ¶Öž summary: With your anonymous Twitter account, you've acquired a pretty good following and popularity, throughout your school as well. Jake, your long-time crush, is one of them, head over heels. Yet when you once confessed to him, he had rejected your confession, saying that he already has his eye on someone else. What happens when he finds out that his online crush is the person that he rejected? And... How are you going to deal with this?
đâč ÖŽÖ¶Öž word count: ~2k
TWENTY NINE - 1 - 0 [written]
The sun beat down on the field as both teams fought through the final minutes of the first half. The scoreboard still read 0 - 0, but it wasn't for lack of trying. The tension in the air was palpable as both teams had come incredibly close to scoring multiple times.
Jake had been a constant threat on the right wing, making several dangerous runs that kept the opposition's defense on their toes. He'd nearly scored with a powerful shot that curved just inches wide of the post.
And Riki, playing as a midfielder, had been everywhere on the field, his stamina seemingly endless as he tracked back to defend and pushed forward to support the attack.
During a brief break between matches, you made your way down from the bleachers with water bottles, your heart aching at how tired Jake and Riki looked dragging their feet to the benches.
"Delivery," you said softly, handing them the water bottles. They accepted gratefully, both breathing heavily as they drank.
"I don't really understand all the rules," you admitted, "but I can tell you guys are playing really well. Everyone up there keeps saying so too." You nudge your head towards where the rest of the boys are sitting.
"Doesn't feel like it right now," Riki managed a weak laugh between gulps of water. "not when we can't even change the score."
"Well, the other team hasn't either," you continued, fidgeting slightly with the empty bottle in your hands, ", and we can all see how hard you guys are working. That counts for something, right?"
Jake looked up at you then, his hair messy and face flushed from exertion. Something about his tired smile made your heart skip a beat.
"Besides," you added, trying to keep your voice steady, "you both look really cool out there. Like those sports movies, you know?" Their shoulders seem to relax at your silly comparison, relieving some of the stress that they were carrying.
The referee's whistle blew in the distance.
"Just... don't give up yet, okay?" you said softly, gathering the empty bottles. "We're all here for you."
As you turned to leave, you heard Jake call out a quiet "Thanks, y/n."
You hurried back to your seat in the bleachers, just as the match was about to resume.
As they walked back onto the field, Jake's eyes lingered on your retreating figure, a soft smile playing on his lips.
"She's really sweet, isn't she?" he murmured, almost to himself, too caught up in the moment to realize he'd said it aloud.
Riki, walking just behind him, caught the words. Surprisingly, his jaw clenched involuntarily, an unfamiliar tightness settling in his chest.
He watched as you made your way back up, his eyes following where you joined back to sitting next to Sunoo and Jungwon.
"Go Riki! You got this!" Sunoo's voice rang out clearly across the field, followed by Jungwon's equally excited whooping. Their genuine enthusiasm cut through. He shook his head slightly as if physically shaking off the thoughts that had started to strangely cloud his mind. This wasn't the time to be confused.
With just a few minutes left on the clock, the exhaustion was visible on every player, but there was a renewed fire in both Jake and Riki's movements.
The opposition, sensing the time pressure, had pushed higher up the field, leaving spaces behind their defense. Everyone has just one thing on their mind:
The game could end any second now.
The ball pinballed between players in the midfield, neither team able to maintain solid possession.
A mistimed tackle from the opposition gave Jake's team a free kick just inside their own half. But just 42 seconds.
In just 42 seconds, they have to turn this around. Their breath leaves their mouth in small clouds, exerting a warmth into the air, similar to the heated tension.
As players jostled for position, Jake and Riki exchanged a quick glance - they weren't gonna end it on an unsatisfactory tie.
The whistle blew.
The ball was launched forward, and Jake made a diagonal run, drawing two defenders with him.
His movement created a pocket of space that Riki immediately exploited, sprinting into the gap.
Jake, with his back to goal, received the ball on his chest, holding off a defender with his body.
25 seconds.
In one fluid motion, Jake flicked the ball backwards over his shoulder, a move that seemed almost impossible given his exhausted state.
The ball arced perfectly into Riki's path as he burst through the defense. The goalkeeper rushed out. He tries to close the angle.
Riki, running at full sprint, didn't break stride. In the corner of his eyes, he could see the red letters counting down the seconds almost in slow motion.
10 seconds.
With his last burst of energy, he met the ball just as it dropped, striking it first-time with his right foot.
The ball curved away from the goalkeeper's desperate dive.
The stadium held its breath...
The ball sailed into the top corner of the net.
It kisses the underside of the crossbar, before nestling into the back of the net...
1 - 0.
The crowd erupted in loud cheers and Jake was the first to reach Riki, jumping on his back in celebration as their teammates swarmed them.
The bench players rushed onto the field, their fatigue forgotten in the euphoria of the moment.
In the stands, you and the others were on your feet, screaming and arms flying up.
Still buzzing with adrenaline, you rushed down from the bleachers, your heart racing with excitement. Jake spotted you first, his face absolutely beaming as he jogged over, still catching his breath but too elated to stay still.
"Oh my god, we won!" Jake exclaimed, his eyes bright with joy as he reached you.
"We actually won! Did you see that?" His enthusiasm was contagious, his whole body practically vibrating with energy as he jumped up and down like an excited puppy while holding your shoulders.
"That was amazing!" you laughed, caught up in his excitement and trying to ground yourself from getting shaken around. "You guys were incredible-"
Before you could finish, you felt yourself being lifted off the ground from behind. You let out a surprised yelp as Riki hoisted you over his shoulder in one swift motion, spinning around as the crowd continued cheering around you.
"Champions!" Riki's voice was filled with pure joy, his laughter mixing with yours as he spun. "We won!"
Your hair was probably a mess from being upside down, but you couldn't bring yourself to care as your laugh mixed with theirs.
"Riki, put me down!" you managed in between. "You're all sweaty!"
"Nope! This is a victory lap!" he declared, adjusting his grip to keep you secure as he continued celebrating, basking in the cheers and the moment.
Jake stood there, still riding the high of their victory, watching as Riki walked around while you punched his back. Your laughter carried across the field, mixing with the crowd's cheers, and something in his chest tightened unexpectedly.
The sight of you and Riki, bathed in the stadium lights, it created an odd sensation in his stomach that he couldn't quite place.
'They look good together,' he thought automatically, then immediately questioned where that thought came from. Why did that observation feel... uncomfortable?
The rational part of his brain tried to brush it off - of course, you'd be celebrating with both of them, you were all friends. This was a team victory. A shared moment of joy.
So why did watching Riki make you laugh like that make him want to step forward? To do... what exactly?
Jake ran a hand through his sweaty hair, confused by the direction of his thoughts.
This was y/n, Sunghoon's sister, their friend, the girl who'd just brought them water and thrown that sweet smile over to him, who had been so fun and comforting to be around, so nice, who shouldn't give him that weird feeling in his chest that intensifies when he thinks of her just like now...
'Oh,' he thought, the realization hitting him like a tackle from behind.
He caught himself staring at your smile again and quickly looked away, suddenly very aware of his racing heart - and not just from the match anymore.
Since when did your smile affect him like this? Since when did he care about who made you laugh?
'This is not happening,' he told himself firmly, even as his eyes drifted back to where you were now playfully shoving Riki. 'This is definitely not happening.'
He slowly walks over, suppressing his expression on his face as the rest of the boys come down. "Victory dinner on me," Jay says, making everyone cheer again.
The celebratory meal was exactly what everyone needed after such an intense match. The table was littered with empty plates and half-finished drinks, the air filled with animated retellings of the game's best moments and comfortable laughter.
As Riki excused himself to the bathroom, you started gathering your things, stifling a small yawn.
"I think I'm gonna head home," you announced, standing up. "I've got an early start tomorrow."
Sunghoon looked up from his conversation with Jay, his chopsticks pausing midway to his mouth. "Already? I was thinking of staying a bit longer..."
"That's okay," you smiled, adjusting your bag on your shoulder. "I can go by myself."
"At this hour?" Sunghoon frowned, his protective instincts kicking in.
"I can walk you to the bus station," Jake offered, the words coming out before he could really think about them. He tried to keep his voice casual, even as his heart picked up speed.
You smiled at him, that same smile that had been messing with his head all evening. "You don't have to-"
"It's no problem," he interrupted, already standing up and grabbing his jacket. "I could use some fresh air anyway."
Sunghoon looked between you and Jake, a familiar suspicious glint starting to form in his eyes.
"It's just to the bus stop, Sunghoon," you said, rolling your eyes at your brother's expression.
"Fine," Sunghoon conceded after a few seconds, though his eyes narrowed slightly. "Text me when you get home." You nod at him.
As you and Jake said your goodbyes to the group and headed toward the door, neither of you noticed Riki returning just in time to see you both leaving together, his expression unreadable as he watched the door close behind you.
The street lights cast a soft glow as you both walked, your footsteps falling into an easy rhythm. The silence felt comfortable until you broke it with a soft laugh.
"You guys looked really cool," you admitted while looking towards the pavement. "It was funny to see the rest all fired up. Heeseung was ready to jump onto the field when that guy tackled you."
Jake chuckled. "Yeah? I couldn't hear much during the game, but I did catch Heeseung hyung's threatening to fight the referee at one point."
"Oh god, don't remind me," you groaned. "Sunghoon had to physically hold him back. And then Jay started listing all the rules the other team broke."
As you laughed, Jake's eyes drifted to the oversized jersey you were wearing - number 10, Riki's number. Something about seeing you in it made that now-familiar feeling stir in his chest again.
"That's Riki's football shirt, right?" he asked while you two came to a halt at the bus stop. When you nodded, he continued, aiming for a playful tone despite the slight flutter in his stomach. "Maybe next time you could wear mine."
You looked at him questioningly, and he added with a small smile, "You know, for luck. Maybe if you wear my number, you'll be my lucky charm and I'll make the winning goal. Who knows?" He shrugs it off.
The words hung in the air between you, the sound of the bus approaching not merely as loud as your heart drumming against your chest. "...Why not?" You eventually respond, making Jake's head whip back to face you.
The screeching of the bus wheels made you quickly turn and hop on, but not without turning and waving at him with a haste goodbye.
"Later, y/n." He waved back with a reluctant smile.
He made sure to watch the bus that you're in go around the corner, before heading back to his friends. But although the walk back was silent, Jake now alone, the storm that was forming in his mind wasn't.
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The End of the World
Teen || Ghost x Soap || 1.5k
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cw: nuclear warfare, angst, major character death
The 141 had failed.
Really, the whole world had failed, but it was hard not to shoulder the blame as a personal burden. Mutually Assured Destruction, Price had called it, and Soap hadn't realized just how apt the name was until he'd seen it for himself.
World War 3, some called it, but most called it how they saw it: the end of the world.
There wasn't a country on earth left unaffected. Bomb shelters hadn't saved even the billionaires, and everyone below them hadn't stood a chance. Ground troops weren't needed for nuclear war, so the 141 had been disbanded pretty quickly after launch codes started being thrown around. Price and Laswell had done what they could, had started to take matters into their own hands, but there were only so many assassinations they could pull off in the short time they had before the aforementioned end of the fucking world, and once bombs had started flying, killing the top dogs was rendered next to useless.
So Price had cut them loose, told them to go spend their last moments with family instead of dying in some military barrack. It had been a gut wrenching moment. Soap had hugged Price and Gaz in turn and hadn't ever wanted to let go of either of them. But he had to; Price and Nik were fucking off to wherever they planned to spend the rest of their days, and Gaz had enough living relatives that he actually liked to make going home worth it.
That left Soap and Ghost.
Which was fine by them, really. It had always been the two of them; sergeant and lieutenant, Soap and Ghost, Johnny and Simon. It seemed fitting that it would be the two of them at the end of it all, too.
They were sitting on a grassy hill somewhere in Scotland, partially because it was where Johnnyâs car had run out of gas and partially because it afforded them a truly excellent view of the entirety of England burning on the horizon. Johnny sat in between Simonâs legs, his back pressed to Simonâs chest, and his arms resting atop Simonâs where they were wrapped around his torso. He could feel each of Simonâs slow, measured breaths against his back and cheek, their faces next to each other as they both stared into the distance.
It was oddly quiet, the calm before the storm, peaceful despite the impending danger. Birds sang in the trees above them even as Johnny felt heat from the blast on his face. They didnât have long before the bombs got close enough to catch them in the radius of nuclear fallout; an hour, maybe, probably less.
âI didnât want it to end like this,â Simon murmured, soft against the shell of Johnnyâs ear.
âWe did everything we could, love,â Johnny replied, turning sideways in Simonâs hold to be able to press a kiss to the bare skin of his cheek. He wasnât sure if he was trying to convince SImon or himself, but it was fairly moot either way. In an hour, it wouldnât matter if theyâd done their best or not; theyâd still be dead. Simon hummed in response, as unconvinced as Johnny was. Johnny twisted back to his original position, secure in SImonâs arms, eyes on the horizon.
It was beautiful, in a way. The pyromaniac in him could appreciate the bright flashes of reds and yellows and the Scotsman in him could appreciate the sight of England burning. But he knew better than to let his personal prejudice, joking or not, cloud his empathy towards millions of lives going up, quite literally, in flames. The sheer world wide devastation was sobering. Haunting. Terrifying.
âSimon,â he said softly, after a long moment of silence. âIâm scared.â
âI know,â Simon said, just as softly. âI am, too.â
The admission was a far cry from where theyâd started, all those years ago. The Simon that Johnny had first met, shrouded in bone and eyeblack, would never had admitted so easily to fear. The Johnny that Simon had first met probably wouldnât have, either. But theyâd spent almost a decade tearing down and rebuilding their walls, firmly ensconcing each other within the protective boundaries of their hearts. There was nothing that they couldnât reveal to each other now.
âI wouldâve married you, Johnny,â Simon whispered. âIf theyâd have let me.â
âYeah?â Johnny asked, his heart and breath jumping in his throat. Marriage, for them, had always been an impossibility and theyâd both known it. Even without laws restricting gay men in service, their relationship was a clear breach of fraternization rules. Price had turned a blind eye to it, but making it official in the eyes of the government was a far-fetched dream.
âIn a heartbeat,â Simon hummed in confirmation. âSmall ceremony, just the 141 and whichever friends werenât getting shot at for long enough to come. Always imagined you walkinâ down the aisle in a kilt, Price givinâ you away. But if you wanted it the other way around, Iâdâve walked down the aisle for you. âS long as it ended with us both at the altar.â
âSimon,â Johnny breathed, turning to stare at his profile, silhouetted by brilliant, glowing red.
âWouldâve had fireworks for our send off,â Simon continued, tilting his head to meet Johnnyâs gaze with a small, sad smile. âKnow how much you love âem.â He looked back to the horizon, to his home country burning to the ground. âI guess this is as close as weâll ever get to that.â
And then Johnny was crying. Silent tears at first, burning the edges of his eyes like lit gunpowder, and then great, heaving sobs that shook his entire frame. The depth of his want was an ache in his chest, a gaping maw that threatened to cave his ribs in, to sink his breastbone until it hit his spine, nothing but sheer, desperate yearning left in its wake. It was childish, he knew, to cry over something as trivial as an impossible ceremony when heâd spent years by his loveâs side, but it wasnât just that, not really. It was the unfairness of it all. The greed, the ambition, the ignorance that had gotten them here, to this awful, hopeless moment.
âItâs not fair,â he sobbed, burying his face in Simonâs chest, his hands clutching desperately at the soft shirt stretched across his broad back like a lifeline, like the crumpled fabric in his fists was the only thing tethering him to reality.
âItâs not,â Simon murmured, his lips pressed into his hair, and Johnny could hear the tears in his voice, the hitch in his breath. âItâs not fucking fair, love.â
There was no comfort in the words, only helpless commiseration. The only comfort lay in the heat of Simonâs thighs bracketing his, the tears he could feel dripping from Simonâs chin onto the shaved portions of his head, the stuttered sweep of Simonâs hand down his back.
When his sobs leveled out, smoothing into soft breathing again, his tears were dried by the impending heat. The explosions were closer now, close enough to shake the ground beneath them, but neither of them moved. There was no escaping. Johnny felt wrung out as he leaned his weight on Simon, leaning into the comforting heat of him instead of the familiar heat of destruction. He hadnât wanted it to end like this, either. Heâd wanted that wedding, retirement with the love of his life, a secluded cottage with a cat or two, lazy nights and even lazier mornings. Heâd wanted to spend the rest of his life with Simon, but not like this. Never like this.
It was better than nothing, though.
âIâm glad that itâs us,â he said, voice roughened by tears and the dust kicked up from the approaching devastation. âI didnât want it to end this way, but Iâm glad that weâre together.â
The next explosion was close enough to ruffle their clothes in the shockwave and Simon tilted Johnnyâs head up, his thumb lightly stroking the scar there with an impossibly soft look in his eyes. Johnny wanted to live in his eyes, wanted to drown in that softness. Heâd never tire of Simonâs eyes and the depths they held.
âItâll always be us, Johnny,â Simon said. âWhere you go, I go. Iâve got your six.â
The birdsong had stopped, Johnny vaguely registered, but it was the least of his concerns as Simon pulled him closer, their lips connecting in a gentle brush. There was no rush, no thrumming impatience, no underlying need to take more. Just the two of them, tangled together so tightly that neither knew where one ended and the other began, their endless love expressed in the simple press of skin and lips.
Centuries later, when their bones were found, skeletons curled together like puzzle pieces, locked in an immortal embrace, the only thing that was known about them was that they loved each other, deeply, infinitely, right up until the end.
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The Other Side Of The Apocalypse
What would you trade the pain for?
Summary: One last grand adventure. Rhysand had promised his father that after this final journey, he would take a wife and resign himself to inheriting his title. As it turned out, Rhysand had other plans, and so did the huntress he'd encountered in the village.
Note: Sending my love.
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Chapter 7/9: The Sunshine Of My Lifetime
Rhys couldnât get the taste of Feyre out of his mouth.Â
Heâd tried, scrubbing his teeth twice and rinsing his mouth with something minty first, before chugging a cup of wine. Still, the sweetness of her lingered, making each step toward the sixth court miserable. Rhys wanted to return to Dawn and stay for the rest of his life, ideally.
But Feyre had been the one to insist they leave, Cassian trailing just behind her. Rhys liked Cassian, trading barbs and jokes for the better part of the morning. And his presence kept Rhys from grilling Feyre about their shared kiss.
Had she done it on purpose?
Had she enjoyed herself?Â
Did she want to kiss him again?
Predictably, Feyre betrayed nothing, her face placid, blue eyes focused on the path before them. Thesan had taken them directly to the border with a casual remark about the tunnels between Dawn, Day, and Night closed for obvious reasons. Feyre had nodded sagely, but Rhys had no fucking idea what that mean. Closed for what obvious reason?Â
Cassian walked between the pair of them, talking about anything and everything while Feyre stared into the distance. The air had become warmer and more humid with each step they took toward the Day Court palace. They should have asked Thesan to winnow them straight to the door.
Did there need to be so many rocky hillsides? Did the sun need to be so unrelenting? The sky so cloudless?Â
âTell me about Day Court,â Rhys said, trying to distract himself from how sweaty he was, and more so with how sweaty Feyre was. Tendrils of golden brown hair curled around her face while little beads of sweat slid down her neck, tracing a path heâd like to follow with his tongue.Â
âYou mean Prythianâs best court?â Cassian asked, earning a dark look from Feyre. âDay Court is home of countless scholars and even more libraries. All the knowledge of our people is housed here. It was the first court to be subdued in the ahâŠcurse. The rest fell like dominoes.â âWhat can I expect?â Rhys heard himself asking, eyes darting from the unending hillsides stretched before him and Feyre half hidden by Cassianâs bulk.Â
Cassian only shrugged, wings pulled tight. âI guess weâll find out together.â
âAre you going to be helping?â Feyre snapped, wiping her brow on the back of her hand.
âOh, Iâll leave that to you two humans,â Cassian replied with a grin. âI just need to speak with the prince.â
âThe one who owes you money?â
âLucien,â Cassian agreed, far more forthcoming than Feyre had ever been. âI havenât seen him since the curse. I never thought Iâd miss the bastard.â
âWe just need to get in and get out,â Feyre said in that straightforward way of hers.Â
âEager to see the Lord of Night?â Cassian questioned. âYouâre on your own for that fight.â
âTell me about him,â Rhys said quickly, earning an exasperated sigh from Feyre.
âHe canâtâheâs bound by the magic of the curse,â she said as Cassian opened and closed his mouth wordlessly. âThey arenât supposed to help us.â
âDoesnât mean I canât tag along, see you get to the final trial in one piece,â Cassian said. It was more than that, though. Cassian had a mate riding on the outcome of things, and Rhys didnât think heâd leave until she was either freed, or they were all dead. He couldnât help, but that didnât mean he had to stand idly by, either.Â
He almost asked Cassian to just fly them there. Surely, with all those muscles, he could handle it. âThere it is,â Feyre murmured, pointing at a blinding light in the distance. The palace, Rhys realized, with spires that seemed to touch the sun itself. The golden dome reflected the sunlight back at them, causing him to shield his eyes with his hands the closer they got.
Unlike the other courts, the Day Court palace was situated atop a winding hilltop they were forced to climb, overlooking what must have once been a bustling city. Where had everyone gone? Had they fled? He wanted to open the doors of the empty homes and try and make sense of it.Â
Feyre trailed ahead, her back to Rhys. It was a nightmareâhe couldnât focus on anything but the sway of her hips and the way her braid moved back and forth from her shoulder to her spine. Cassain hung back, his expression wary, nostrils flared.Â
âIâll leave you here,â he murmured, not getting close to the entrance of the palace.Â
âWhat about the prince?â
âIâll talk to him when this is all resolved,â Cassian said, wings flaring. Rhys started to ask what he knew, but Feyre had vanished within the palace and Rhys felt compelled to follow her. The air smelled salty both inside and outside the expansive, marble palace. Was it beautiful? Perhaps the most beautiful place heâd ever seen?
The temperature dropped considerably once they were out of the sun, offering immediate relief. He could have used some water, but all things considered, Rhys was feeling a lot better than he had a few moments earlier. He jogged after Feyre, who was all but sprinting through the palace.Â
âWhere are you going?â he asked, reaching out for her arm. âIâve been trying to talk to you all day.â
âRhys,â she breathed, and was it his imagination or were her cheeks flushed? Eyes dark? Fuck, he wanted to kiss her. âWe need to justâŠdo this.â
âWe do?â he gaped, mouth falling open.
Feyre exhaled, her breath sweet against his face. When had he gotten so close. âThe trial. We needâŠRhysâŠâ
âJust one kiss,â he murmured, sliding his palm over her cheek. He was so closeâhis lips all but touching hers, when the sound of shoes on marble began to echo around them.
All of Prythian was conspiring against him, he thought as Feyre skittered back, hands balled to fists at her sides. With her back pressed to the wall, Feyre turned to the hall where the obvious High Lord approached. Rhys would have known him even without the obnoxious golden crown set atop his onyx hair.
âThe human who has come to save my home,â he said, offering an outstretched hand to Rhys. He ignored Feyre entirely as if he didnât see her, and though Rhys bristled that he was getting all the credit, he accepted the warm hand all the same. âWelcome to Rhodes.â
Rhys offered what he hoped was a charming smile, trying to match the manâmaleâbefore him.Â
âHelion Spell-Cleaver,â Feyre said smoothly, unbothered in a way Rhys could only ever hope to achieve. âI thought you were locked up.â
âLife finds a way,â he replied, not bothering to explain himself to either of them. âWhereâs Cassian?â
âHow do you know Cassian is here?â
Helion rolled golden eyes, turning to look wholly at Feyre. Rhys didnât like the look on the fae males faceâthat unguarded lust, that open hunger. It didnât help that Helion was, by far, the most beautiful manâmaleâtheyâd encountered thus far. It didnât help that he wore a white piece of material wrapped around his waist and secured with a heavy, circular piece of gold shaped like the sun, an arm cuff, and some wrist braces and absolutely nothing else.Â
He might as well have been nakedâRhys could all but see the curve of his ass beneath the cloth.
âI can scent him,â Helion replied.Â
âYou know why he didnât come in.â
Helion sighed. âThis may be my last opportunity. Ah, well. Youâre hereâŠwhere did you start?â
Feyreâs eyes flickered to Rhys before she looked back at Helion. âSpring.â
âIs my court all thatâs left?â
âAnd night,â she murmured, her voice taking on a softer quality. âBut the others are liberated.â
There was a question lingering that the male didnât dare ask, though his expression seemed to burn with it. He merely shrugged his shoulders as if it didnât matter, glancing at Rhys again. âIt wonât be as easy to liberate my home.â
âRespectfully, we killed a dragon,â Rhys snapped, his temper getting the better of him. Helion was walking around, wasnât he? How bad could it be? He just wanted to get things over with so he could corner Feyre somewhere and demand she talk to him about what had happened earlier.Â
We kissed!Â
Feyre glanced away, eyes lingering on the floor beneath them.Â
âDrinking the wine makes it worse,â Helion told her before gesturing for them both to follow. âThe task itself is simple. Walk through the throne room and destroy the burning incense.â Rhysâ steps faltered. âThatâs it?â
Surely there was more to it. Helion threw Rhys a smile that irritated him and nodded. âThatâs it.â
âWhy havenât you done it, then?â
âRhys,â Feyre hissed, clearly frustrated. Helion only chuckled, pulling open the double doors to his throne room. The smell was cloyingly sweet and strangely salty, choking Rhysâs lungs as he blinked away tears. Coughing, Rhys waved at the fog in front of his face. Was it poison, then? Something the fae could withstand but would kill himself and Feyre?Â
He turned around to step back in the hall, but the doors had swung shut behind him. Helion was sauntering toward the large, golden throne situated upon an elevated dais. The floor itself was littered with pillows and bodiesâŠall of which were naked. Were they dead?
No, he realized as hands began gliding up torsos. It wasâŠit wasâŠ
âIs this an orgy?â Rhys whispered, eyes massive.
âWe justâŠwe walk acrossâŠthe room,â Feyre reminded him, her eyes strangely unfocused. Rhys couldnât stop staring at her. Sheâd put on clean clothes made of fine, Dawn Court materialâthe flowing white pants hugged her hips and the pale pink top shifted and rustled with each breath, revealing little bits of her tanned torso. The little wisps of hair framed her beautiful face and when she looked up at him, Rhys was struck by just how much smaller than him she was.
How they might fit together.Â
âFeyre,â he murmured, walking toward her. They had a moment. It was strange how easy it was to forget what was happening in that cavernous room. The sunlight pouring through open windows illuminated her form, turning the dusting of freckles across the bridge of her nose into a glowing constellation of stars.Â
Her lips parted, but no words escaped.
âYou kissed me,â he reminded her, reaching for her face. Her skin was soft beneath his palm, and he could resist running his thumb over her plush lips. âI canât stop thinking about it.â
âNeither can I,â she admitted, sliding her fingers over his wrist to hold his hand in place. âBut Rhysââ
âLet me justâŠâ he lowered his face, waiting for the resistance to come. Feyre only tilted her chin toward him, her grip tightening.Â
âJust one,â she whispered.Â
âJust one,â he swore. There would be others when they finished their embarrassingly simple task. Heâd kiss her for luck, theyâd destroy the incense, and then heâd ask for a private room and see what he could get away with.Â
It was better than the first one. Perhaps because it lacked urgency, or simply because he knew she was seeing him. Really seeing him, touching him, offering herself to him. Rhys couldnât help the groan that escaped him, teeth scraping her bottom lip. Feyre pressed closer, hand leaving his wrist to grip his shoulders. He was barely conscious of himself, especially when she sighed against his lips, nails digging through the fabric of his shirt.
Rhys hadnât realized heâd hauled her up into the air until her legs wrapped around his waist, causing her body to rub against his erection. Fuck. In the list of things he hadnât noticed, his rapidly hardening cock was one of them. The other was the room they were in slowly coming to life. The once lethargic bodies began to rouse themselves, touching and tasting without concern for who might be watching.
Rhys could relate to that. He was only peripherally aware of his surroundings, especially when Feyreâs tongue slid into his mouth. Mother above, but Rhys lost all sense of self at that moment. She tasted better than heâd dreamt, hazy and sweet in a dizzying concoction. Rhys neededâŠhe needed more. He was desperate, quenching his thirst for the first time in his life.Â
She tugged at his hair, pulling his head back so she could all but devour him. Rhyâs knees shook, though he remained standing only through the grace of the gods above them.
âWalk, Rhys,â she pleaded, her voice breathless with arousal. Thatâs what she said. What he heard her say, however, was a different matter entirely.Â
Fuck me until I forget my name, Rhys.Â
He took a step, stopping when her thighs clenched around his middle. How was he supposed to do anything? All he could think about was the sweet taste of pear and lilac invading his senses and how her breasts kept rubbing against his chest.Â
âNot like this,â he whispered, well aware that heâd take her however she offered herself. Even here, in this place, surrounded by strangers that both watched and touched and tasted within inches of themselves.Â
âStop talking,â Feyre replied, teeth grazing his bottom lip. Who was he to argue with her? After everything theyâd been through and everything theyâd seen, didnât they deserve a chance to relax? To enjoy themselves after what felt like months of non-stop fighting and walking and faerie politics. He wasnât convinced theyâd survive, and worse still, was his fear that when it was over, sheâd want nothing to do with him again.
Heâd see her in the village, pass by without any recognition in her eyes. Sheâd find some other man, one who suited her better, and Rhys would spend the rest of his life like his fatherâmourning a woman heâd lost and punishing everyone around him for his misery.Â
His arm was wrapped around her waist, free hand gripping her hair tight enough he could feel the tension on her scalp. She couldnât leave him. He simply wouldnât allow it.Â
Their mouths collided in a symphony of pent-up need. Rhys groaned at the taste of her, sweet and heady just the way he remembered. Feyre was voracious, untethered from whatever restraint typically bound her. Raking her nails through his hair, Feyre gripped him just as tightly as he held her, holding him in place with each rough, frantic kiss.Â
They werenât the only ones, though they were rapidly becoming one of the few left with their clothes on. Rhys was vaguely aware of what was happening around him, just as he was aware that he was still dressed even when he didnât want to be.
Feyre, either, it seemed, given that she reached for the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head without a second thought. Rhys stared, momentarily blinded by her undergarments which she quickly removed as well. Feyre was there, in his arms, without a shirt. Rhys didnât know how to actâsure, heâd seen other women without their clothes on.
Heâd never seen this woman without a shirt, though. And right then, he may as well have never seen a pair of breasts in his life. They were perfect, deserving of poetry sonnets, of portraits hung in the palaces of kings, of the sort of worship he would never master. That didnât stop him from walking six steps to the left toward an elevated platform where the High Lords throne sat. Helion was otherwise occupied by two males and a female perched rather neatly atop his face.Â
Rhys was jealous of the sceneâhe wanted Feyre on his face, too. Heâd take whatever he could get, and right then what heâd managed was setting her atop the purple cushioned seat so he could fall to his knees before her as nothing more than her eager supplicant.Â
âWhat are you doing?â she whispered, chest flushed as it rose and fell rapidly. Feyreâs eyes, usually a pretty, starlit blue, were so dark they seemed black to him.Â
âWhat I should have done the day I met you,â he replied, well aware he had no authority to make her a princess anywhere but in his own life. Maybe that was enough? Worshiping only at her altar, restructuring his worldview so she was the most central star illuminating his otherwise dreary world.
It was a simple thing to unlace her boots and toss them behind him. Running his hands up her thighs, Rhys swore he felt heat emanating from just between. Maybe it was wishful thinkingâhe wouldnât know until he got his hands and face between them. He hated those well-made pants, hated the way she knotted the laces at the waistband and how clumsy his large fingers felt trying to undo the knot. Feyre merely watched, tugging at her braided hair as if she were nervous.Â
He managed to undo the laces, relieved when she lifted her hips to help him shimmy her out of them. There she was, wholly naked, perched atop that throne with flushed cheeks and bitten lips. He didnât know what to do, suddenly, his mind clouded by desire and indecision. What if she didnât like whatever he did? What if she woke in the morning and changed her mind?
What if you overthink this and never get another change?
Rhys leaned up on his aching knees, ignoring his own discomfort to kiss her again.
And again.
And again.Â
He forgot he was wedged between her legs, so caught up in the taste of her mouth and how good her tongue felt stroking his own. He needed nothing more, he thought. Rhysâ mind couldnât stay focused on his long term goals. Kissing her felt good and that was all that mattered. He had time, besides. They didnât need to go anywhere else. There was no rush to the act, no great hurry. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he felt that wasnât quite true.Â
Heâd worry about it later. How often was the woman of his dreams splayed out naked before him? Rhys pulled away, breathless and desperate. Ignoring his aching cock rubbing against his own trousers, which suddenly felt uncomfortably tight. His indecision left him the moment his fingers grazed her exposed navel, tracing a few errant freckles dotted along her ribcage.Â
His hands found her breasts, teasing the peaked nipple with the rough padding of his thumbs. Feyre arched her neck upward, eyes fluttering shut. She liked that. Rhys felt the way a dog must when praised by its masterâall he wanted was to please her. It felt instinctual, like his purpose and reasoning for being. Rhys dared to lower his mouth, taking that same nipple into his mouth. Feyre cried out softly, a mere whisper of pleasure that ignited an inferno within him. He forgot himself, trying to elicit that sound again. While his tongue worked, making promises he fully intended to keep, his fingers began to push apart her legs.Â
It was curiosity, truly, that made him want to touch her. He wanted to know if she was half as aroused as he wasâif she felt the same way. Feyre was so guarded, so careful with her emotions and Rhys never quite knew where he stood with her. Her body wouldnât lie, thoughâif she was aroused, heâd know.
Gliding his fingers through her cunt, he found a mess. He could have wept at how wet she was, how easily he slid right into her. Rhys wanted to abandon all logic, replace his fingers, and fuck her until the two of them passed out in a heap of sweaty limbs.Â
Maybe just a taste, he reasoned to himself. That was all he needed. It was a pretty lie bouncing around his skull, and the realization heâd lied to himself, however trivial, pulled him back to reality for just a moment.
The throne room had devolved into a mass of writhing bodies performing every sexual act imaginable. Twisting to look behind him, Rhysâ mouth fell open at the sight of all those entangled limbs. Never in his life had he seen anything like what was happening before him, the pure bacchanalian display momentarily stunning him.
He was supposed to be ending thisâhe remembered, now. The incense was still burning, still close enough that he could simply rise back to his feet and extinguish it. It would be so easy, tooâbut Rhys lacked the willpower. His mistake was looking back at Feyre, legs draped over each arm of the throne, displaying the prettiest cunt heâd ever seen.
Was he supposed to tell her no? Rhys would rather be trapped by the curse forever than have her think he was rejecting her. It wasnât going anywhere, he repeated to himself as he trailed his tongue down the flat plain of her stomach. Heâd already forgotten what it wasâbut he trusted heâd remember laterâwhen it mattered.Â
All that mattered to him then was the woman in front of him. Something was happening to himâsomething that had never happened before. Warmth flooded down to his very marrow, his chest tight as he struggled to draw breath. He glanced up at Feyre and her midnight dark eyes and wondered if she knew what this feeling was.
He could guess, but if he sat back to untangle it, heâd ruin everything. She didnât want to hear itâRhys knew her well enough to know the unspoken truth between them, that there was only so much Feyre could handle at any given time. There, vulnerable and naked, eyes pleading with him to finish what theyâd begun, Rhys didnât dare say a word.
He merely pressed a kiss to her inner thigh, the realization clanging like a bell in his head.
Iâm in love with you.
Two courts, he reminded himself, kissing the other leg while holding her gaze. Theyâd figure out how to undo the curse in Day, and move on to Night, and thenâŠand then theyâd be free. Forever changed by what theyâd seen and lived through, bonded and connected just as surely as any chain between them, only this one seemed to be wrapped around his heart rather than his wrist. He needed her, and he didnât believe she didnât need him, even if she thought she could rely only on herself.
Sheâd gone to the ends of the earth for her sisters, had risked life and liberty to see them unshackled from whatever spell housed them. Rhys simply meant to be that for her. Heâd make the same journey to save her, would give up everything for her if she asked. Already, on his knees before her, his queen, his goddess, his northernmost star, Rhys would have done anything she asked of him.
And more.
He was close to reciting poetry, which seemed a shame given Rhys didnât know any poetry. Heâd studied it, once, but heâd been too busy screwing around with his friends and his sword to commit any of it to memory. What a waste, he thought, gaze slipping to the wet, pink cunt before him. Feyreâs body deserved at least a ballad at the very least. A sonnet or two about her perfect form. Surely someone must have.
Heâd kill them.
Feyre raked her fingers through his hair, pushing at his face gently, though he wished sheâd be rough. Tell him what to doâthat was her way, after all. It seemed uncharacteristic of her to leave the decision in his hands when Rhys had come to enjoy being bossed around by a woman not half his weight or height. Rhys smothered a smile and finished what Feyre had started.
It was magic moving them, and magic that made her taste like some sort of elixir that granted immortality. Rhys couldnât stifle the moan that rose up threw his throat and seemed to echo louder than the music around them. Fuck. Was it just anticipation, or something else? He didnât knowâdidnât care. His tongue found her again, licking slowly up the length of her and back down. Feyreâs hair was falling from his clasp, longer than he remembered as the long, golden brown strands framed her flushed face. She seemed otherworldly to him, shimmering with the same need that he felt bubbling in his blood.
Rhys forgot how his knees were aching, the cold marble seeping through his trousers to lodge itself against his spine. For all he knew, they were floating in some ethereal plane, the only two people left in the world. This was what heâd been born to do, and it would take the very gods themselves to pull him off her.
Or Feyre herself.
She surged forward, pushing him back without any care or concern for his comfort. Rhys grinned, landing flat on his back not far from a writhing group of women moaning and touching in a display that ought to have fascinated him. Feyre, however, climbed atop him, straddling his waist with a sly smile on his face.
âYou look tired,â she all but purred, pulling at his shirt. He was quick to help her, tossing it somewhere in the room before both her fingers and his went scrambling for the clasps on his trousers. It was erotic to watch her undo them, even as he gracelessly kicked himself out of his boots. She peered down at him, running her hand over his stomach with that same smile that made him feel out of his mind with lust.
âI wasnât done,â he complained, afraid she was going to try and repay the favor. âI need you to come on my tongue.â
Feyre blinked, digesting his words before color stole over her chest and up her neck. Was this what embarrassed her? Absurd. Rhys reached for her before she could squirm away and with relatively little effort, positioned her over his face. Finally, a warrior's death, he thought to himself. With both arms wrapped around her to keep her from pulling away, Rhys went back to the feasting from before. She was dripping wet, making a mess of his face, and Rhys had never been happier.
Heâd just assumed sheâd ride his faceâthat was what he wanted, anyway. Her hips rolled over him as she sighed breathlessly just before she shifted. Rhys held tightener before his back arched off the cool, marble floor, just in time to realize Feyre was only readjusting so she could take his cock in her mouth.
Fuck.
 The memory of his task slipped back to the forefront of his mind at the same time her soft tongue slid down the length of him. Who cared anymore? Rhys didnât hate the fae like he once had, but right then, he didnât care if they suffered under the same subjugation heâd promised to unravel. All he cared about was Feyre spread out over his face while she sucked him. Nothing else was importantânothing else mattered.Â
Rhys had time, for once, to do everything he wanted. It was tempting to lap at her frantically, to draw her upward just to prove he could, to know what she sounded like when she came. He had to force himself to slow down, to temper his excitement with the reminder that he had time. They had nowhere to be and nothing important to do.Â
That lasted for all of ten seconds. Feyre gagged as she tried to take more than half of him, the sound shooting straight to his balls. Forced to clench his cheeks to keep from coming prematurely, and desperate from excitement, Rhys redoubled his efforts over her cunt, tongue swirling and teasing her clit until Feyreâs rhythm faltered. Bolstered by his success and drunk off the knowledge she wanted him, Rhys continued licking and sucking at her clit until Feyre screamed. Her legs clamped around his head, keeping him in place while preventing him from taking a full breath of air. Rhys simply rode it out while taking her through her orgasm without stopping.
Feyre fell forward, cheek pressed to his thigh. âItâs not enough,â she moaned, echoing his own thoughts. Scrambling off him, Feyre tugged at his arm to pull him to his feet. He did as she demanded, wishing for some of his usual eloquence. He wanted to tell her he felt the same way, that his blood was thudding painfully in his chest.
âItâs magic,â she whispered, more to herself than to him. Rhysâs heart sank, his mind once again returning to the task at hand. She was looking at him, but he turned to look at the bowl of incense. He didnât want to destroy itâwas it so bad to be trapped here like this? Together?Â
It wasnât real. Rhys found his pants laying in a heap and grabbed them as she tried to reach for his arm and pull him back.Â
Itâs magic, itâs magic, itâs magic.
Not like this.
It was agony to leave here standing there, to feel her eyes burning against his back. Worse to pull those trousers over his raging erection while his blood thrummed, beating in time with her own heart. Rhys knew how he feltâthe spell merely enhanced what was already there. Did she feel it? Or was she merely trapped? The thought ate at him, ravaging him until his heart felt like a ruined wasteland.Â
It was easy to get to the bowl of incense, and easier still to raise it over his head before throwing it to the ground. The little flame extinguished as the pottery shattered irrevocably, spilling sweetly scented oil all over his bare feet. The moaning and sounds of copulating slowed to halt as the music came to a grinding halt.
Rhys turned to find those once writhing masses slowly untangling themselves, blinking as though waking from a dream. Feyre was scrambling for somethingâhis shirt, he realized, which engulfed her in the stained white fabric. She wasnât looking at him, though her cheeks still bore the tell-tale flush.
No, Feyre was looking at a very naked Helion. âLucien,â she said, the only person who spoke at that moment.
âGo,â Helion ordered and just like that, Feyre raced out of the room, leaving Rhys standing there feeling like a fool. She had his shirt, so Rhys couldnât fully dress though it was better than Helion who didnât seem to care at all. Rhys supposed if he looked as good as Helion did without clothes on, heâd strut around, too.Â
âFifty years,â Helion said as Rhys joined him, Feyreâs clothes and their shoes all heaped in his arms. âIâll need about that long to recover.â
âAt least it wasnât a dragon,â Rhys heard himself saying, barely aware of the conversation at all. He could still taste Feyre in his throat, could still feel the weight of her on his body. He would have liked those fifty yearsânobility was for those with a moral sense of righteousness.
He simply didnât want her to hate him.Â
Helion put a hand on Rhysâ bare shoulder, golden eyes filled with nothing but a mixture of relief and sadness. âI owe you everything. Tell me how I can repay you.â
âA room?â Rhys asked, at a loss for what this man could give him. All he wanted had left the room, another manâs name on her lips. For all he knew, Feyre loved that man, had been thinking only of him while Rhys touched her. Jealousy was an ugly emotion and as Helion walked him through the warm, sprawling palace, all Rhys could think about was Lucien.
Who was he? Why did she care? He remembered Cassian mentioning Lucien, the memory returning in a haze. Lucien was a faerie prince. How did he compete with that? Everyone theyâd met had been impossibly beautiful and powerful, and for all he knew, Feyre had been silently trying to free the prince alongside her sisters.Â
Feyre was nowhere to be found. Helion promised to tell Feyre where he was when he saw her next, his face unreadable as he took one last look at Rhys before closing the door. Rhys wanted to smash the room to pieces. Petulantly, he wanted to leave Feyre to finish the task on her own. The thought of abandoning her made his chest ache and water prick at the corners of his eyes.
So she loved another man. That didnât mean he didnât still love her. He was simply disappointed that she might not want him backâthat despite what heâd told himself in that throne room, he had been hoping she returned his feelings.
Rhys took time to bathe, pleased to find clothes laid out on the bed for him. He wasnât alone, though Cassian was hardly the company he wanted right then. Sprawled out on his bed casually, his leathered armor swapped out for the same loose pants and shirt that Rhys had been given, Cassian seemed as irreverent as usual.
âWant to get a drink?â
âMake it a double,â Rhys said, returning the smile.Â
âI know just the place. This whole palace reeks,â Cassian said, wrinkling his nose. It was easy to like Cassian, perhaps because he seemed so very humanâminus the wings on his back. His ears were rounded, his eyes a very normal hazel, and his face looked as if it belonged to a regular man rather than an immortal creature capable of ripping him apart with their bare hands. He didnât doubt Cassian could if he wanted to. The glowing siphons on his person certainly suggested he commanded some sort of magicâFeyre had explained it all to him once, but Rhys didnât remember.
He didnât want to think about Feyre at the moment.
Cassian let Rhys dress, pointedly turning his back without leaving the room. âWhereâs Fey?â he asked casually.
âWith Lucien,â Rhys spat, his hatred irrational.
Cassian chuckled. âIâd say we should rescue her, but maybe she deserves whatever hell heâs currently giving her.â
Rhys bristled. âWhy would he give her anything but his gratitude? She just rescued himââ
âYou donât know Lucien, but he can beâŠdifficultâŠat times,â Cassian replied, running a hand through his shoulder length hair.Â
âHow do they know each other?â
âIâll let Feyre tell that story if she wants. Lucien hates humans, and wellâŠFeyre doesnât, obviously. So their friendship has always been interesting.â
Friendship. âDoes she see him often?â
âToo often, I think, given heâs mated to her sister. Iâm sure heâs waging war on Elainâs behalf, pissed theyâve been separated for so long.â
The knot that had settled in his stomach seemed to untangle. âMated?â
âMarried,â Cassian amended, tucking his wings tight against his back. âIt's a similar principle.â
âMarriage implies choice,â Rhys heard himself saying, a frown stretched over his lips. âWhat if your mate wants to leave you?â
True anger seemed to shine on Cassianâs face before he banished it with a shake of his head. âYou donât understand. ItâsâŠsheâs half my soul. I could no sooner leave her than I could leave my own body.â
âSurely not all matches are happy.â It didnât seem possible that fate could select people who got along flawlessly and created nothing but incandescently, happy pairs.
âTheyâre not,â Cassian agreed. âThere are plenty of unhappy pairsâyou have a choice to accept the bond. Lucien and Elain had a hard time of itââ
âBecause he hates humans?â Rhys asked, piecing Feyreâs life togetherÂ
Cassian chuckled. âAmong other things. Lucien can be a real, arrogant bastard.â
âFeyre doesnât have a mate?â Rhys asked suddenly, uninterested in the Day Court faerie prince and his love life. He recalled slaying Tamlin and the relationship that had existed between them. Had she dragged him into this to kill a mate she didnât want?
âIâm sure she does,â Cassian replied as he stared studiously ahead. âEveryone doesâeven humans.â
Cassian didnât need to explain to Rhys that if he had a mate, he wasnât going to feel it the way the fae could. Feyre, too, would never know if he was hers. Would she always wonder given her sister's circumstances? Would it be enough?
Could he be enough? Feyre didnât seem to hold any love for the culture or people, even if somehow she knew all of them by name. Maybe, once it was all done and she was certain of her sister's safety, sheâd want a little peace. He could give her that. Hells, if she wanted heâd live in this land though preferably far from the sprawling palaces of the High Lords.Â
Rhys had two drinks with Cassian down in the emptied cityâwhere was everyone? The winged male seemed in high spirits, grinning and laughing as he told story after story about battles Rhys wished he could have seen. He was jealous of Cassianâs long life and the things heâd seen, of the things heâd do before it was all over.
He had to half carry Cassian back to the palace, leaving him in a patch of grass beneath an olive tree. âThis is perfect,â Cassian had mumbled, snoring before Rhys had taken more than three steps. Maybe he should have let himself get obliterated, too, but Rhys was hoping to talk to Feyre. He thought he might die if she decided she wanted to pretend nothing had happened between them.Â
He just needed to tell her how he felt, he decided. Fumbling for a light switch in the room heâd been given, Rhys decided heâd just tell her he was in love with her. Heâdâ âFeyre?â
He was drunker than he thought, because surely that wasnât his Feyre, kneeling on the end of his bed in a nightdress so sheer, she may as well be wearing nothing at all. Her hair was unbound, the ends curling ever so slightly as they hung over her shoulders
Rhys turned to look over his shoulder, back down the dark hall heâd come from. Rubbing his eyes, he turned back to his room, certain heâd be alone.
She was still there, cheeks red, lips pink and swollen. Rhys closed the door softly, crossing his arms over his chest.Â
âCanât sleep?â he asked, trying to project calm when his insides were turning over.Â
âCan you?â she replied, her sultry tone settling at the base of his cock. He hadnât forgotten that sheâd had her mouth on it, though right then his mouth began to replay the way her tongue had felt, how her lips had wrapped themselves around him. His stomach tightened from excitement. Please.Â
He shrugged. âNot really.â
Feyre uncurled her legs from beneath her body, bare toes touching the floor as she straightened herself. The little nightdress she wore was a jokeâhe could have shredded the delicate cloth with his teeth if he so chose to. And gods, did Rhys want to rip it ribbons with his teeth. Feyre was in charge, though, so he remained as still as he could manage while she sauntered forward. His eyes fell to the swing of her hips, visible beneath the cloth. The neckline scooped low enough that he could see the swell of her breasts while the hem just shimmed the uppermost part of her thighs.Â
He was dreaming. This wasnât real. It was a fantasy.
âNeither can I,â she told him, pulling him closer by the laces on his trousers. Rhys had to remind himself to breathe.Â
âWhat are you doing?â he whispered, afraid he might ruin everything with that question. âAre you well?â
âIâm tired of pretending I donât feel it, too,â she said, deftly pulling the strings until they were unknotted. âThat I donât want you.â
That may have been the most erotic thing that had happened to him all day. Rhys froze as she pushed his pants to his ankles, revealing his already rigid cock. âI didnât get to finish,â she told him, sliding to her knees before him. Her fingertips skimmed over his thighs, drawing a shiver up his spine.Â
âFeyre,â he whispered, unsure what he planned to say. She ignored him, licking his shaft from root to tip while Rhys had to employ every ounce of his will to keep from falling to the ground in a boneless heap. His mind barely worked, though he had enough thought to gather up her hair and pull it off her face.Â
Feyre took him into his mouth, eyes pinned to his face. All the air available to him punched out of his lungs, leaving him gaping like a fish. He had to remind himself to take a breath, that passing out in front of her was unlikely to make her want to touch him again.Â
âYou donâtââ The next slide of her mouth silenced him. She didnât have to do this, but why was he trying to stop her? He wanted this so badly it made his teeth ache. Rhys wasnât above begging, either. If she stopped, he thought he might die. Heâd take her however he could get, though he was hoping he might manage to take a little more from her.
That he could give her something, too. Rhys wanted to take her out of her clothes, lay her out, and show her what he felt. He didnât move, drinking her in as he fisted the soft strands of her hair between his trembling fingers. Right then, Rhys would have given anything for faerie powersâif only to tell her, mind to mind, all the things he wanted to do to her.
He groaned instead, spreading his legs wider as she worked him slowly. It was exquisiteâbetter than anything heâd ever felt in his life. If he died right then, he could have died satisfied with his life. He couldnât pretend Feyre on her knees before him didnât please him immensely, especially after everything theyâd shared together.Â
He wondered what sheâd make of this if he could go back to when they met and smugly inform her that one day, sheâd willingly take his cock in her mouth. Likely nothing pleasantâsomething that had an arrow pointed directly at his cock. He would have deserved it, too.
Release built along his spine, his arousal and desperation pushing him toward the edge far quicker than he wanted. He needed to draw things outâhe needed to be inside her. Feyre moaned around his cock, convincing him she needed the same thing. Rhys reached for her and Ferye sprang up with far more athleticism than Rhys thought he possessedâhis knees would never allowed for him to come up so quickly.Â
Their mouths collided, frenzied and hungry and oh, it felt good to know she felt the way he did. Rhys was unspooled and undone, desperate and dizzy as he tried to both get that stupid night dress over her head and walk toward the bed.Â
Heâd once considered himself graceful, though not anymore. They collapsed in a heap of elbows and half-discarded clothes, unwilling to stop what they were doing for even a moment, and thank the gods for that. She was undressing him with clumsy fingers, though somehow managed to get him out of his shirt before he gave up and did what heâd wanted from the startâRhys ripped the night dress from neck to hem in one solid, fluid move.
Gripping his waist with her thighs, Feyre flipped him to his back, fingernails digging in his bare chest. She was naked again, and oh, Rhys wished he could draw. He wanted to keep an image of her straddling him in his pocket, folded up for his eyes only. Maybe heâd ask when she wasnât shimming down his body so she could rub her slick cunt against his throbbing cock.
âFuck,â he whispered, the word pushed from his gut with the force of a punch. âFeyre, please.â
âPlease, what?â she practically purred in response. Gods above and the hells below, she would be the cause of his early demise.Â
She just barely had the upper hand. Reaching for her waist, Rhys flipped her to her back so her hair became a halo around her beautiful face. âPlease, Feyre, darling,â he breathed, pressing his mouth to the hollow of her neck, âmake a mess of my cock.â
She exhaled, her eyes rolling upward which was all the permission Rhys needed. He didnât wait, sliding himself wholly into her body while she was still catching her breath. Her eyes flew open, lips parting and in a moment of panic, Rhys kissed her. Heâd just assumed he wasnât her first, given how heâd found her and her general lack of concern regarding her nudity.
âDid Iââ
âBig,â she managed, tightening herself around him. Pure, masculine pride warmed his gut, propelling him forward for that first, perfect thrust.Â
âTell me you want this. That you want me,â he whispered, burying his face in her neck.
âI want you,â she replied, pulling at his hair so he had to face her. âI want this.â
Gods, he could have come from those words alone. Rhys had to squeeze his ass tight to keep himself from doing so, overwhelmed by the rush of emotion. He wanted to tell her everythingâthe things and people he loved tended to be taken from him. Or they left him, physically or emotionally. It was easier to be guarded, to place walls around his heart and play the irreverent rake.Â
There was risk to vulnerability. To admit to Feyre that he both wanted and needed her. It was on the tip of his tongue, telling her that he loved her, too. Rhys wanted toâhe was afraid. So afraid she didnât feel the same, that this was some fleeting amusement, a passing fancy. Better to just take what he could get for now. If that was all she ever gave him, that was better than nothing at all. Far more preferable than a life without knowing her. A life where they turned back to strangers.
âCome back to me,â Feyre whispered, pulling him from his thoughts. The blue of her eyes centered him, settling his fears. They were here, now, and that was enough. Pumping his hips, Rhys returned to kissing her, albeit messily given he was also trying to find her clit with his clumsy fingers.Â
He was hanging by a thread, just barely keeping himself together. Feyre moaned when he found what he was looking for, digging her nails into his shoulder while meeting him thrust for thrust. He could feel her own need, how she convulsed around him as her own kissing became slower, less focused.
âThatâs it,â he whispered, picking up the pace. He was going to finish and she wouldnât and what then? He simply no longer had control of his bodyâsomething deep in his gut was unspooling like thread, winding its way through him as it demanded more, more, more. He couldnât stop himself even if heâd wanted to.
There was no skill to Feyre coming mere moments before he hadâonly luck. He wasnât discounting it, grateful all the same as Rhys released himself with a guttural whimper that seemed to ignite the room in blinding starlight. There was noneâjust the same darkness, the same bed, the same ceiling and floor.
Heart pounding, Rhys was certain things must have changed. He felt changed, and so the rest of the world must be, too. Feyre reached for him, kissing one cheek, and then the other, before her fingers skimmed over his jaw.
âYou were perfect,â he told her, catching the way her eyes widened. She blinked, eyes strangely glassy.Â
âYouâve always been perfect,â he added, just because he thought maybe she needed to hear someone tell her that. I love you! His mind screamed, though his lips refused to give them voice.
âSo are you, Rhys,â she replied, pulling him back toward her. He let her push him to his back, making a mess of his abdomen as she slung her leg over his hips. âAnd Iâm not done with you. Not yet.â
Not ever, he hoped.
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Under the orange tree
Lucien week day 4 @lucienweekofficial
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The late afternoon sun cast over the Spring Courtâs gardens, where the air was fragrant with the scent of blooming orange blossoms. Lucien Vanserra relaxed against the smooth bark of the ancient orange tree, his one scarred eye half-closed in the warmth of the day. Beside him, Elain Archeron sat on the soft blanket,arranging a small bouquet of wildflowers she'd picked from the fields surrounding them.
Lucien watched her with love and admiration, as she finished the bouquet.
Elain met his gaze, a soft smile playing on her lips. âI love it here,â she said.
âI thought you might,â Lucien replied, his voice low, rough like the growl of a distant storm, but softened with affection. âIt suits youâthe garden, the quiet.â His gaze lingered on the soft flush of her cheeks, the light in her eyes. He reached for her hand, gently, hesitating for a moment before his fingers intertwined with hers. "It suits us."
Elainâs breath hitched slightly, but she didnât pull away. Her hand, so small and soft in his, squeezed back. The silence that followed wasnât uncomfortable, but filled with the soft rustle of leaves and the chirp of distant birds. The world, at that moment, belonged only to them.
She shifted slightly, leaning her shoulder against him, and his heart stuttered, as it always did when she was this close. "I wasnât sure about this at first,â she admitted, her eyes flicking toward the orange trees around them. âComing here with you, spending time like this. But... it feels right now."
Lucien turned his head slightly. âIâm glad. You deserve to feel comfortable wherever you are. Especially with me.â There was a hint of vulnerability in his words, but Lucien had long since learned not to guard his heart so closely when it came to her.
She tilted her face up to him, the light playing in her brown eyes, glinting with something unreadable, but warm. âItâs been... hard, figuring out what I want. Who I am now. But when Iâm with you, itâs as if everything falls into place.â
âElainâŠâ He didnât know how to respond, not fully. For months, years even, he'd held his breath, waiting for her to come to him, to accept the bond between them. But hearing her say this... it was more than he had dared hope for.
âI know it hasnât been easy,â she continued, her eyes dropping to where their hands were still intertwined. âFor either of us. But Iâm learning that love doesnât have to be simple, or easy, for it to be real.â
He exhaled a breath he hadnât realized heâd been holding. The word love hung between them, heavy and fragile all at once. âIâve loved you from the moment I saw you,â Lucien said, his voice soft but firm. He brushed his thumb over her knuckles, his hand shaking ever so slightly. âBut I never wanted to force anything. I wanted you to choose, to be sure.â
Elain looked at him then, fully, with that piercing, clear gaze that always made him feel like she could see right through him. âI know. Thatâs why itâs been so hard. Youâve always given me space, and that made me realize something.â
âWhatâs that?â he asked, his heart pounding.
She leaned forward, pressing her forehead gently against his, the closeness sending a shiver down his spine. Her breath was warm against his lips as she whispered, âThat I choose you, Lucien. I love you.â
His heart stuttered at her words, and before he could think, before he could stop himself, his lips found hers. The kiss was soft at first, tentative, but the weight of their emotions pulled them closer. Her hands moved to his chest, resting there as if she could feel the frantic beat of his heart. His fingers slid into her hair, cradling the back of her head as he deepened the kiss, pouring all the love into it.
When they finally pulled apart, both breathless, Lucien rested his forehead against hers once more, eyes closed as he tried to steady the emotions swirling inside him. âIâve dreamed of this,â he whispered, voice shaking with the depth of his feeling.
Under the orange tree, they found each other at last, and for the first time, Lucien knew that this was the beginning of something beautifulâsomething neither of them had to fear anymore.
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