#anyway today i had enough and actually stood my ground and now im not allowed to be my nieces godmother anymore

[just-emilia]

my friend thinks my brother is emotionally abusive...it might be true

[ms-indifferwnt]

“I’m Cold”

“I’m cold"

“And?”

“Can’t you give me your jacket or something?”

“Can’t you accept my proposal and marry me already?”

In which Prince Donghyuck’s parents are forcing him to get married and he decided to propose to the first girl he sees to shut his parents up

Genre: Prince!Lee Donghyuck x Maid!Reader, Angst, Fluff, Arranged Marriage (kinda), Slowburn

Warnings: Curse words, Suggestive, [In this Chapter] Sexual and Physical harassment

Notes: Chapter 8 of Im Cold. This one was written fairly quickly cause of my background music and I never realized I’ve already wrote this much anyway enjoy

WORD COUNT:  3.1k

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Its been a day since the fight and neither of you made a move to speak to one another. You didn't approach him in fear of getting yelled at, Well that's part of the truth, the other part was basically you not wanting to look into the prince's eyes and see how hurt and sad he was.

That day he didn't wake you up, he sat at the dining table, actually this was the first time he sat down and ate in the palace in almost two weeks, you and him would always eat out and come home before lunch return for a couple of duties and stay in your room the rest of the day while The Prince goes to his lessons and remaining schedule

He takes the tea that Yuta offered him as Doyoung reads out his schedule for the day, "You have a schedule later at Ten A.M. a meeting with the neighboring countries' Dukes for an exchange that could possibly benefit the kingdom" He looks at his notes "Or at least that is what they said, so attending this meeting is mandatory Your Highness, then next you also have  a Lunch date with the Earl of WayV later, Do you remember his name from your last meeting?" Making the Prince nod Doyoung hums in approval "Its Lord Kun and Lord Ten, Your Majesty" He reminds just incase the Young Prince was bluffing and he continues rambling on about his schedule

The Prince takes a sip and looks at the other cup of coffee and snickers "You'd might not want to send that to father" making Yuta look at him in slight confusion "Mother is lessening Father's caffeine intake"

"Of course you're right" Yuta spoke and Doyoung stopped, and Yuta bows in respect "This is for Lady Y/n," Donghyuck visibly straitened at the mention of her name and he looks at the older male "She ate breakfast as her Maid went to fetch it this morning but I thought I'd make her a drink as well"

Donghyuck looks at the coffee, the two of you haven't spoken a word, To you that was probably one of the worst punishments someone could ever grant, you have no idea what you did to you silence is fear and the fact the Prince is avoiding enough proof that you did something unforgivable, Donghyuck on the other hand saw this as an opportunity, an opportunity to get away from you, an opportunity to stop the rapid beating of his heart when he sees you, the perfect opportunity to use as the reason why you two would break up, It was perfect, he then looks at his tea before placing it down and grabbing the coffee "I'll drink this" He hums and takes a sip "Get her something new," He looks back at Doyoung "like Hot Chocolate and some cookies" he suggested, knowing very well that is exactly what Yuta will bring you

Yuta knocks on your door, humming when you answered. When he entered you were there in a sunflower patterned sundress sitting on the window sill as the wind poured into your room going though your hair and skirt, the sun painting you in a light cozy atmosphere and both of you meet eyes "Good Morning" You smiled softly

He bows and nods "I have brought you some cookies and Hot Chocolate" he says and places it on your side and happily serves you the cup

You smile "Weird" you murmur and he looks at you with a questioning glance "Cookies and Hot chocolate are my favorite" you answered and looked at the cookie before taking a bite "No way" you said and took another bite "This- This is from my favorite shop, how did you?" You look at him amazement, placing the half eaten cookie down no longer having the appetite to eat that

He chuckles "The Prince suggested that shop" He answers, and offers you a tissue as you moved to suck on your fingers when the chocolate chip coated your finger "He as quite adamant about that shop and now I see why" His eyes travel to your bedside where an uneaten tray of today's breakfast sat and he looks at you "Was today's breakfast not to your liking today My Lady?" He asks nd takes the tray "I could ask the kitchen to make something more of your liking

You flinched and looked at it before shaking your head "No, The food was delicious" You defended

"And yet, you have not touched it"

"I'm not hungry, I barely eat breakfast on normal days anyway"

"Breakfast is an important meal, you've been eating with the Prince"

"Cause he whines when I don't" She smiles "And you know the best way to get the Prince to stop is by giving him what he wants"

"It's because the Prince wants you to be happy and healthy"

You wiped your hand on the tissue he had offered, thinking about what he said, words of the unsuspecting, nobody besides you and The Prince really did know that this little arrangement was fake "Did," You spoke before you could stop yourself and he hums waiting for you to continue "Did he call for me?"

"No, My Lady" He answers and you nod, bowing. He leaves your room once you start looking out the window once again, he stops at the door way just about when he leaves "If my Lady is bored the library is always open, and reading a book in the patio is definitely a must try" he smiles and leaves making you watch him

You gave his leaving figure a sad smile "When was the last time I sat down and read a good book?"

Donghyuck had his papers and notes in his arms and went in the direction of the Tea room in order to make a good impression on this meeting, he reads through them murmuring to himself as he reads through it, keeping every thought of you in the back of his mind and made sure you stayed there, he could not afford messing this up.

You on the other hand had three thick books, excited to read them on the patio just like what Yuta has suggested, you were excited, you haven't had a day off where you could read books like this anymore. You don't wanna think about Donghyuck, not right now at least, let him stay out of your head an let you drown into your own world with the books.

You balanced them and carefully (so you won't accidentally bump into anyone) going to the direction of the patio. that was until you felt something by your feet, you tripped making the books fall some papers in between spill out and you yelped, not cause it hurt (it did) but the books were of more value than your life, these are old and kept in the library of the royal palace, you could get an earful from both the Prince and his Parents at this rate and that is something you want to avoid. The sun dress you were wearing was slightly caked in dirt, you hair that Hana has taken the time to fix falling out of the pins she has place. "The books!"

You looked up and was met with an awful looking woman, her hair was pompously styled showing off nothing but arrogance, he make up caked, skin one, two shades lighter than her arms, he lips a horrible shade of red and you can tell from the girl who looks at you in disgust, is her daughter, they look alike, too alike its uncanny "So you're the girl My Donghyuck is going to marry"

Donghyuck flipped over the page he was on, two young maids and a butler of the palace walking ahead of him, unaware of the Prince behind them, He keeps reading, focusing on the topic of his meeting with the Duke, Duke Park Bong, he stops come to think of it the name is familiar in a way he can't put his finger on. He probably heard the name in one of his lessons, no matter he can wing it. He continues on his journey and focusing on the notes at hand

"Did you see the Duchess and her Daughter?" asked one maid to the other and Donghyuck zones them out making a mental note to greet the guests after the meeting

"You mean out by the Garden?" The other replies "ofcourse I have"

"Y/n was with them right?" The butler chuckles "On her knees as the Duchess' daughter spoke to her so ruthlessly" Donghyuck looked up at the sound of your name and looks at the three in confusion "All she could do is look down at the ground"

"Serve her right" Says one maid angrily "Seriously can't stand her, can't believe she seduced the Prince and is now the pearl of the Palace"

Donghyuck stopped walking at their words, in shock and anger bubbling up inside of him. Fake or not, no one is allowed to hurt you an think so little of you, no one, he opens his mouth to speak

"Do you think she gives good blow jobs if the Prince likes her that much?" asked the butler jokingly "If she did it for the Prince I don't think she'll mind going on her knees for me, or even better on all fours" he laughs

He walks, faster and faster catching up to the three and landing a swift and clean punch to the Butlers face making the maids scream and move to yell at the sudden intrusion only to stop at the sight of the Prince giving them a glare "Say all that again"

They bowed down in fear, and the butler back away at the sight of the Prince, his glove red from the blood that the Prince managed to hit "She may be a maid" Donghyuck says his voice dangerously quiet "But she is my Fiancé, The woman I love, The girl that will one day be Queen once I take the Throne and you dare speak of her that way?" They started shaking doing anything to look at everything but the Prince "Where is she?" they kept their mouths shut, he tilts his head to the side before walking towards one maid who back up "I said, where is she? Now!" He yells and the other maid broke out into a sob in fear cowering under the terrifying atmosphere the Prince has set up, his notes were scattered all over the floor and he could careless his only priority was you

"G-garden, your majesty" The butler answer as he stood up and bowed at the sight of the Prince

Donghyuck turns in the other direction, away from the Tea room and towards the Garden "You're all absolutely Disgusting," He says and turns his head just to look at the three of them "Get out of my sight" he answers and runs

You yelped once the girl grabs you by the hair and pulled you up to face her your hand on her wrist and holding it tightly "You're nothing but a palace rat!" she huffs and lets go of you making you fall "Why did My Donghyuck ever choose you?!" She yelps once you found what you were looking for holding it tightly made her yelp and drop you "Mommy! She hurt me!" She calls once you looked up at them, confusion and anger in your eyes, you have no idea who they are but you hate them, you can fight for yourself you were sure of that but why are they mad at you

The mother, moved to grab your hair, anger in her eyes "You have no right to touch my daughter rat! You spend time as the Prince's Fiance and you forget your place! You are a maid of the Palace, a nobody, someone with very little value-" You let out a loud yelp at the tight she had

"You forget your place" You retaliated and glared at the woman "I am at My home and you are a guest, Duchess" You answered and tried to pry her hand off "Neither of you have the right to raise your voice at me and hurt me!" you said venom and anger dripping every word

The Prince appears "Let her go" He says his anger from the encounter a while ago and now he was even more angry at the sight infront of him. He runs to hold and pull you away from them once The Duchess lets go inshock, he places you down and hold you close as you gasped and clinged, hiding your face in his chest in an attempt to calm yourself, you were angry and in pain and Donghyuck became your rock as he glared at them

"Baby!" The girl said happily once seeing her "I missed you"

"Haneul, you're absolutely horrible" He says and covers you from sight when Haneul glares at him and you "Neither of you deserve to be in our presence nor be in my palace"

"But Baby!-" Haneul starts and gets cut off by The Duchess who started explaining herself

He rolls his eyes "Save it, I heard enough. Harming a fellow person is already enough for punishment but harming the light of my life?" He smiles and it made Haneul and her mother freeze at the sight "Do you even know why you're in my palace?" He taunts and moves to nuzzle you as you sobbed into his chest, everything was just becoming too much, the fight with Donghyuck and now this one, You were just so scared and sad and now here you were sobbing into the Prince's chest. Donghyuck hates them more after hearing you try to calm your self, silent sobs and sharp intake sof breath are what can be heard from you "You're in my Palace because the Duke wants to talk matters with me," He continues and looks to the side to see them in his peripheral vision, and it looks like the duchess has the gist of what's going to happen as Haneul continues on glaring at You

He lifts you up, making you gasp and he shushes you, shifting you so you'll be comfortable in his arms, "You're safe" I'm sorry, He thinks, then looks at Haneul and The duchess "I think the the will be greatly disappointed to loose the worth of his family name, title, and watch his wife and Duaghter rot in prison now, don't you think?" He asks and carries you in the palace leaving the scattered books and speechless Duchess

"wa-wait" You said and wrapped your arms around his neck "The- the books" You said inbetween sobs and pulled away from his chest making Donghyuck finally see your face

Tear stained cheeks and red swollen eyes, he hated the Duchess and Haneul for treating you and here you were worried about Books, he turns his head to see the books scattered, "Doyoung can pick those up" He answers and walks to your room

You shake your head, "No Donghyuck" You said panicked "Those books are older than you" He looks at you, trying to understand why that would be worth more "They're irreplacable"

He looks at you everything you just said made his entire being disagree "No" He answers, A book can be bought again, a book can be borrowed, a book can be re-printed, a book can be replaced "You're irreplacable" He answered and finally sprinted to your bedroom, clinging on to him more

He gently places you down on your bed his hand flying to your head, "Are you ok?" He visibly softens, he knows your scared of him when he's angry so now he calms down and rubs your scalp "Stupid question really" he admits, and you leaned into his touch and he had to control the heat that spread on your cheeks "I'm sorry I wasn't there earlier, If I had known-"

"you saved me" You answered and cut him off, you didn't look ok,"Thank you"

He looks at you worried "You should change" He murmurs "Go take a shower and change" He stands, reluctantly pulling away from you and taking a step back "I'll call Hana" He says and you shake your head once he reaches your door

"Stay" You whisper, "Please? Stay here"

"You're Highness" Doyoung entered your room making Donghyuck let go of the hand he was holding, Doyoung clears his throat "My Prince, may I speak with you outside?"

Donghyuck nods and smiles assuring  you, "I'll be right back" He promises and moves off your bed and into the hallway where Doyoung was waiting

You sat there, being in your thoughts gave you enough time to think about what The prince said The light of his life, The Prince was taking the agreement to seriously. None of his words are true, he's only doing this caused he promised to take care of you in the time you are his Fiance and that time is almost over

"Donghyuck are you alright?" Doyoung asks the moment The Prince closes your door and hugs him "Is Lady Y/n alright? I heard what happened The Duke was about to issue a warning 'till he word got around what his wife and Daughter did" He pulls away

Donghyuck leaned against the wall "We're ok," He assures but he still looked angry and Doyoung knows he has every right to "Strip  the family of their title and issue a warrant to in prison the former Duchess and Haneul for physical abuse, Physical assault" He starts "Against my Fiancé" Doyoung stares at him in surprise "Please like they'll go to jail, they'll can pay a fee" Doyoung stays in place and Yuta walks past them only for Donghyuck to call him

"Yuta Hyung" He calls and the older stops, turning to look at the Prince, who seemed to have a lot on his mind "There should be a a butler with a bloody and hopefully a broken nose somewhere, get him and his friends, out of my palace and charge him with Sexual Assault"

Doyoung became wide eyed and looked at the young Prince "What- Why? What happened"

Donghyuck didn't answer and looks at them with an unamused look "Go" He said and the two left to listen to his orders. "Jaehyun" he calls after dialing the number on his phone "I need you to cook pasta" He starts

Jaehyun scoff on the other side of the phone "You don't like pasta"

"Yeah, But it's not for me"

"Did the Queen crave pasta again?"

"No, It's for Y/n, She likes Pasta"

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Chilumi Week Day 5 - Anything But Ordinary (Domestic)

I know im late on two days lol but im gonna try and get em out now anyway. work has been crazy the last few days. and of course i’ll post a compilation on AO3 once these are all done

Summary: While Lumine enjoys her time in Snezhnaya with his family, he struggles with the doubt that he could ever give her a normal relationship.

   He awakens to laughter, and mid-morning sun shining into his eyes.

   Childe can’t remember the last time he slept in so late. He liked routine, he liked to get his responsibilities for the day out of the way early, so he can indulge himself afterwards. He supposed it was the sense of being in his childhood home that caused him to give in to the lulling clutches of sleep.

   Haphazardly throwing on clothes, he’s still buttoning his shirt as he makes his way toward the kitchen, where he can hear the most noise coming from. Childe leaned against the doorway, watching the three figures mulling about. Tonia, responsible as ever, is the one with the bowl actually in front of her, mixing; Teucer, running around the kitchen with the bag of chocolate in his hands; and Lumine, luminous as ever, has a bright, joyous smile lighting up her face as she chases his youngest sibling around the room. He wonders if there’s ever a time he could make her smile like that.

   And then he remembers who they are, what they’re doing, and he knows that of course he can’t.

   Lumine deserves the world - Childe has become painfully aware of how much he was willing to do for her. As afraid as he is that she will disappear once she’s found her brother, he’s already made up his mind that he’ll do whatever he can to help. That includes treason against the Tsaritsa, apparently.

   Of all the people who could have fallen in love with her, it shouldn’t have been him.

   She should hate him. He was forthcoming about his position in the Fatui, teased her about Signora stealing Barbados’s Gnosis. And he was only forthcoming so that he might trick her to get into the Golden House. He’d fought her - thrown a damn whale on her - and then nearly lost himself and killed her when he thought she’d tricked him. He tried to drown Liyue Harbor by releasing Osial; though he’d known Rex Lapis would never had just sat back and allowed it to happen should the Qixing have failed, the willingness to risk thousands of lives was there.

   “Ch- Ajax, how long have you been standing there?” Her voice breaks him out of his spiraling daydream.

   But he wears a mask easily, slipping it on as though it were a second skin. He chuckles at her mess up, nearly calling him by his codename. He knows that’s who she knows; not this enigmatic Ajax, who he claims is dead, though that’s all anyone in his family calls him anymore. It’s not as though his codename is a secret - Paimon had referred to him as Childe the entire time they were escorting Teucer around Liyue - but he finds Lumine’s effort endearing. Just as he finds almost everything else she does.

   “Big brother!” Teucer cries, throwing himself so hard at him that Childe nearly falls over. “Tonia and Miss Lumine and I are making cookies!”

   “You mean Lumine and I are making cookies,” His sister speaks up. “And you keep running away with the chocolate.”

   Teucer giggles, rushing past Childe and escaping further into the house.

   The smile on Lumine’s face hasn’t faltered. “Hey you! Come back here!” She goes to follow him out of the kitchen, but Childe’s entire frame blocks her.

   “Sorry girlie,” he says casually, leaning against the wall. “I’m afraid I’ve had to take sides in this conflict. And you know the rules, it’s always boys versus girls.”

   She puts her hands on her hips, and Childe’s eyes widen. She’s done that pose, that poured expression to him so many times, he’s begun to think it’s something reserved only for him. But she hasn’t done it once since arriving in Snezhnaya. Almost on instinct his blood starts pumping, fingers itching for the tension of a bowstring.

   “Is that so?” She glances back toward his sister. “Tonia, permission to take down your brother by any means necessary?”

   He watches a grin find its way onto her face as Tonia nods, and Childe suddenly becomes painfully aware that it’s two against one... and he’s never had to take on two of the most important women in his life at the same time before. “Get our chocolate back, Lumine.”

   With a small cry, she charges at him with little other warning, and Childe is not prepared to be tackled. She knocks him back but doesn’t fall with him, instead darting around his tall form. She’s quick, but he regains his balance quickly too, and rushes after her. She’s laughing, and he’s laughing, and he can hear Teucer’s giggles from wherever he’s hidden himself. Any of his thoughts from before have completely disappeared.

   Childe cornered her in the den of his family’s house, lunging for her only once he was sure he would get her. He tackled Lumine to the ground, but twisted himself under her to prevent her from hitting the floor. If he could help it, she’d never end up with a single bruise on her.

   “I win,” he chuckled, arms lingering wrapped around the traveler much longer than necessary.

   She rose an eyebrow in his direction, a strange glimmer in her eyes. “Did you though?”

   He heard Teucer yelp then, and sure enough a couple minutes later Tonia entered the room - in one hand, the bag of chocolate. The other held their younger brother tossed over her shoulder.

   “You were just a distraction,” he was so shocked at being tricked by the two of them he didn’t move.

   “It was the only plan I could think of so quickly,” Lumine stood up, stretching. “Given more time I think Tonia and I could outsmart you without one of us having to take the fall.”

   “It was a noble sacrifice, Miss Lumine,” his sister giggles. “But I have the chocolate, so it was not in vain.”

   He runs a hand through his hair as he follows the two of them back to the kitchen, pulling up a chair and watching them. Teucer declares he’s switching to the girls side and helps them roll out the dough and form the cookies. Childe leans his cheek against his hand as he watches Lumine help his younger brother, admiring the way she is so patient and kind with him. That’s part of what he likes so much about her - how she can be so fierce, so strong, stand toe to toe against him in a fight and then some, but how soft and gentle he’s seen her be. He’s not entirely sure he hates the idea of her being a mother that his traitorous mind cooks up while watching them.

   Some time later, she walks over and pulls a chair up next to him.

   “Your family,” she says, and there’s a smile on her face. “They’re wonderful.”

   “They love you,” he can tell. He doesn’t even need to hear them say it. “I’m not surprised.”

   “I can’t believe they raised you,” she jabs, and he rolls his eyes.

   “I’m a gentleman, aren’t I?”

   “When you’re not being completely insufferable pestering me for a fight, I suppose you have some nicer qualities,” when he doesn’t say anything in response, she continues. “Like how you didn’t let me hit the floor.”

   “You noticed that, huh?”

   “I braced for it. All I felt was your arm on my back.”

   Childe feels his face heating up, knows there’s a blush appearing and does what he can to hide it. He’s a big bad guy in a fight, merciless, laughing in the face of those he’s defeated; he’s cold, downright rude to his enemies that he’s forced to work with, to the other Harbingers. The fact she can break him down to a blushing boy with a crush would be infuriating if he didn’t care for her so much.

   She reaches a hand toward him suddenly, and Childe freezes.

   Lumine brushes his hair out of his face so tenderly, softly, as she’s looking into his eyes. She looks hypnotized, almost, her eyelids drooping, eyelashes fluttering ever so slightly, amber colored eyes swirling like honey as she stares at him with a look he can’t describe; only the warmth it elicits within him. Her thumb brushes his cheek and her hand remains there, holding his face like he’s something to be treasured, something holy. And Childe thinks that if they weren’t who they were - a harbinger and a traveler - if they were just two ordinary people who’d had an ordinary day like today, he would have kissed her.

[evanpetersplschokeme]

You can’t leave

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

This is a toxic relationship with Kai Anderson

I will be adding warnings

A/n: this is my first fanfic type thing so ofc it’s not going to be the best! Please no hate :)

Warning (s): blood, knifes and abuse

Word count: 1k

It was 2:11 a.m I woke up to the sounds of screaming. It sounded like it was coming from the basement, Kai always told me I should never go down there I didn’t know why but I wouldn’t dare to go. I laid there in Kai’s bed crying for a while wondering where/what Kai was doing. This time I felt like this was my only chance to go, at least get a little peak. I quickly jumped out of bed and tried to not to make any noise. Soon as I made it out of the door I ran for the basement stairs. Before I could put one foot down I felt something grab me hard, my heart dropped. I was so nervous to turn around but when I did it was Kai’s sister Winter.

“What the fuck are you doing y/n”

she slowly let go of my arm

“I- I was going to see what that noise wa-“

Winter quickly interrupted me “y/n you know you’re not allowed to go down to there...Kai will hurt you, now go back to bed”

“I’m so sorry Winter please don’t tell Kai” I whispered.

She rolled her eyes and went to the basement herself while locking the door behind her. I ran back to Kai’s bed and cried praying Winter didn’t say a word to Kai

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

It was morning I woke to Kai stroking my cheek “wake up princess go brush your hair or whatever you have to do, Winter is making breakfast”

He planted a kiss on my forehead, smiling back before Kai walked out. Wondering why he was in such a good mood I just ignored. I brush my teeth, put my clothes on and walked to the kitchen.

Winter greeted me with a fake smile I knew something was wrong I could feel it. Kai looked over at my arm and noticed there was a bruise.

“What happened to you arm?”

“Um I’m not sure” I replied, I looked over at Winter noticing her face turning red.

“Don’t you fucking lie to me y/n”

“wha- what are you talking about Kai”

“don’t be fucking stupid, I’m going to ask again, where did you get the bruise” Kai shouted

I flinched but I knew I couldn’t lie...

Quickly Winter spoke up, ”me kai I pulled her arm a little too hard last night I’m sorry”

Winter quickly ran out the room, and I was so scared my stomach dropped. Feeling Kai’s dark eyes staring at me, I got so nervous avoiding to look up, he grabbed my face forcing me to look at him which led with a slapped to my face. I felt my face burning as I let out a soft whimper.

“Y/n I know what you did last night a little birdie told me all about it... so tell me again what your plan was.” I didn’t respond

“So you’re not talking?” Kai laughed right in my face “you’re pathetic you know that? How about you go to Winters room while I go think of a punishment. Shake you head if you understand”

He was still grabbing my face pretty hard. I couldn’t really move, Kai knew this so he let go of me and walked out the door.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

(winters room about an hour after kai left)

“You can talk y/n it’s ok i promise I won’t tell Kai”

“You literally told Kai about what happened yesterday Winter I can’t really trust you anymore.”

“Y/n he fucking heard you he heard the door what the fuck do you want me to do?..lie to him? I can’t do that”

“Whatever winter” I replied giving a small attitude

“Give me you pinky I want to ask you something”

I hesitated a bit but we locked pinkies anyway.

“Are you scared of Kai?”

I laughed at her thinking that was the most obvious question. “yes”

“good, Now meet me at the at the basement stairs tonight I’ll sneak you in”

right when Winter said that the front door opened. She got back on her laptop as I just sat there. Kai pulled me by my hair forcing me up

he pulled me close and kissed me.

“Did you behave for me today doll? If you did I’ll give you something special”

I smiled “yes sir”

he laughed “good. Now winter, was she good?”

“Get out”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Now that Kai and I are alone in his room he pulled me on top of him.

“Show me how much of a dirty little slut you are”

I got off of him and said no, his jaw clenched as he left out a soft laugh.

He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, never taking his eyes off me. “Please y/n just a kiss”

“Kai i said no”

“Fine what else do you want”

“You to love me” tearing up I instantly regret what I said.

“Y/n what do you mean? Do I not love you enough?” He mocked

“Forget it” I cried

“Go to sleep it’s 11 o’clock, I’ll tuck you in”

Kai gives a kiss on the forehead after he tucks you in his bed whispering “now listen to me. Do not leave this bed no matter what you hear...now good night my lovely”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

It was 2:57 am when I woke up to more screaming I remember what winter said, Kai was gone again I knew he was there, I just knew he was doing something horrible but I had to see for myself. It stopped...I tiptoed to Winters room.

“Winter..Winter..Winter” she wouldn’t move so I shook her.

“Oh my god I’m sorry y/n I forgot about that thing come on”

“wait Winter have you been waking up to screaming lately?”

“Stop being dramatic y/n I bet it’s just Kai watching tv downstairs”

“you never know Winter it just makes me worried”

Winter opens the door and pushes me in, I see a group of people all standing in a circle looking at me in clown outfits. I backup slowly to the steps noticing winter isn’t there anymore she set me up..

I’m so fucking stupid why did I believe her

I cried yelling out for Kai as loud as I could. I tried beating on the door trying to get out but something was blocking it, I should’ve listened to Kai about the basement. One clown started coming to me I wanted to pass out but I screamed..nobody came. A clown was reaching for their mask as if they were talking it off.

It was Kai how could he do such a thing to me.

“WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME KAI”

“WINTER PLEASE”

“she can’t help you she’s the one who set you up. God y/n you’re so stupid” Kai said.

“N-no please don’t hurt me” I backed up in the corner putting my knees to my chest.

“We’re not here to hurt you.. we’re here to hurt him” A female voice spoke up, she was wearing an elephant outfit

“hi-him?” I stuttered

“the man in the chair, his name is RJ he didn’t listen so now we’re killing him” Kai laughed

“this is a cult doll, this is my big secret.”

“Kai can I just go to the room please I promise I won’t bother you anymore” my voice shaking

“no. you’re going to kill him with this”

my heart dropped, I screamed, I got up from the corner I was backed up in and walked to Kai slapping him in the face.

“You shouldn’t of done that you bitch” Kai punched me. I fell to the ground crying while everyone just stood and watched, my nose was bleeding

I begged for forgiveness

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

***TW: knives, cutting and blood*** “get the fuck up and take this or it’s you instead of him”

Kai waved the nail gun in my face I tried to get up but I just couldn’t, the blonde girl that was in the elephant outfit ran to help me but Kai yelled at her telling to get out, he grabbed me by the arm pulling me up pushing me onto the man.

“DO IT” Kai shouted

I pressed the nail gun the man in the chair. Crying so hard I could barely breathe anymore

“Y/N IM NOT GOING TO TELL YOU AGAIN”

“I’m so sorry” I whispered

the nail shot through his head. The guy in the chair RJ and I both screamed at the same time. I fell to the ground dropping the gun with me I felt Kai touch my back, he squatted down next to me

“see baby that wasn’t bad was it”

“fuck you Kai” I yelled out,

he laughed “well then now it’s your punishment you brat” Kai made everyone leave.

It was just us

Now scared I felt like throwing up we were alone..me, Kai, and RJ’s lifeless body. I didn’t know what Kai was going to do with me

“baby I’m so sorry don’t hurt me...please” I cuffed Kai’s cheek

“i want you to suffer” Kai said with a big smile he pulled out his knife

“K-Kai baby..what are you doing”

“pull up your shirt” he said forcefully trailing his knife down my body from my throat.

Gasping as he started carving letters on my stomach I kicked and screamed wanting him to stop

“shh shh it’ll be over soon I promise”

I threw my head back jerking and moaning in pain. Kai placed one hand over my mouth making sarcastic jokes asking if it hurts when he knows it obviously does.

“This is what you get for being a bad girl, I told you to not come down”

I started to hyperventilate, I stopped making noise because I knew it wasn’t going to help any.

Feeling Kai’s fingers trace over the cuts he made. Blood was everywhere he removed his hand from my mouth I didn’t dare to make a sound.

He laughed and put his bloody fingers in my mouth

“do you wanna see”

I shook my head no violently, Kai didn’t like that so he kicked me and dragged me out the basement. I felt paralyzed wondering where he was taking me

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

We got up the stairs, he was dragging me into the bathroom.

“W-what are we-“ I couldn’t finish my sentence it felt like I was dying.

Kai ripped all my clothes off “I’m cleaning you up baby” he said as he while stroking my hair.

He stood me up and told me to look in the mirror “you’re so pretty y/n look at your tummy”

I couldn’t move my head at all I didn’t even want to look but I did. The statement ‘did you learn’ was written across my body

“WINTER” I yelled as loud as I could Kai shut me up real quick by putting a knife to my throat.

“Get in the bath I need to clean you”

“w-will you hurt me?”

He didn’t say anything. Just stared waiting for me to get in I slowly limped grinding my teeth together from the pain of the hot water. I looked over at Kai and he was crying...he fell to his knees putting his face in my arms

“I’m so sorry- I’m so fucking sorry” he sounded like he actually meant it, he was upset but I didn’t care. I watched him cry as I was on the verge of passing out.

“Y-y/n hey wake up” Kai violently shook my head.

I don’t know what’s happening to me I keep going in and out of reality kai grabbed the washcloth gently going over my body acting like he just didn’t do this horrible thing.

“Stop Kai please”

“s-stop what I- I love you”

“n-no you don’t” i uttered in a very low weak voice

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

I woke up with Kai by my side in his bed I couldn’t remember a lot from the night before other than what happened in the basement. I was wearing his clothes but I don’t know how I got into them but it didn’t really matter. I tried waking Kai up by rubbing his forehead, his eyes began to slowing open. He pulls my head towards him and kisses my nose. The first thing he asked was if my stomach was ok I pulled up my shirt noticing someone wrapped me up.

“No Kai”

“look y/n I’m sorry I really am but..you know now”

“what are you talking about? Know about wh-“

“the cult y/n I’m sorry but I don’t trust you”

“Trust me with what Kai?”

“The secret...I have to kill you”

“are you serious” i gave a fake laugh but kai didn’t.

“K-Kai” this was wrong he’s never joked like this. “stop with the joke it’s not fucking funny”

Kai gets closer to me as I get off his bed trying to reach the door. When I try to run he pulled me and threw me on the bed.

“KAI STOP GET OFF OF ME”

Trying my best to fight back he got on top of me with his hands wrapped around my throat. All I could think about was why is he doing this. Kai mumbles words as I struggle for air.

“I love you, I’m sorry, forgive me” Kai kept repeating those words.

I was losing my hearing, breath, and vision. Everything was distorted but I could still see figures

Winter.. Winter walked in

my weak arm tried to grab her in hopes she would stop him.

She didn’t

She just looked

I took my final breath as I watched him kill me with Winter by his side.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

A/n: Hi guys I’m glad you make it this far I hope you enjoyed it just know this is my first so sorry if my grammar and sentences were off!

please no hate :)

[living-dead-parker]

Princely - IzuOchaTen

Pairing: Izuku Midoriya x Ochako Uraraka x Tenya Iida

Warnings: none, maybe some cussing, maybe some ooc stuff, strays from bnha and alladin canon but it’s loosely inspired. Also maybe some spelling errors (it’s 3 am for me im sorry yall lol) 

Summary: Requested - Alladin AU in which Izuku is a street scoundrel and he manages to join high society, where he meets Princess Ochako and Prince Tenya.

Word Count: 2.4k

Not my gif!!

Izuku knew that this was a bit insane. When has that ever stopped him, though? No, if anything, the insanity encourages him to do things he knows that deep down he shouldn’t. 

So there he stands, right in front of the palace, vibrant green eyes attempting to analyze the massive estate. Next to him stands the man with the dark-blue hair and glasses that frame his face perfectly. Izuku will not deny how handsome the man is, even if he is competing with him. 

Izuku can’t help but to think back on the moment that caused this silly little competition. 

“Are you sure this will work?” Izuku asks the man that stands before him. The human manifestation of the Dark Shadow that erupted from the lamp he’d rubbed just a few minutes ago. Instead, a man with black hair, deep red eyes, and the aura of a bird stood before him. 

“I’m sure of it,” the man, who Izuku learned was named Fumikage, says. “You look like a prince. Say, what do you plan on doing anyway?” 

Izuku offers the man a precious smile, one that’s wide and makes his eyes close from how intense his smile is. “I’m not sure!” 

Fumikage nods, slightly in disbelief. Many men would take advantage of the opportunity that the man in front of him has. Nonetheless, he’s not going to be the one to tell him what to do. The day goes by with Izuku doing just about anything he can get away with, though it’s all just scouring for food and messing with a couple of people. Nothing too big or bad. However, it’s later that night that he’s being invited to a party at the palace. 

He’d been mistaken -or rather acknowledged as- for a prince from a distant land. Who was he to deny the invitation? So, he gathered himself together and made the journey to the palace. A huge one, at that. He wasn’t too sure what to do with himself towards the beginning of the night. 

He doesn’t know a single person there, though he wasn’t too big on having many friends. Back home, the only friends he had were other street miscreants like him. Shoto and his on-and-off-again friend Kacchan. He also had a pet bunny named Bani. Totally not because he was so uncreative with naming the precious thing. Besides them, he doesn’t really know many people, and he’s very much out of his element here. 

“You’re a prince, Izuku,” he tells himself. “At least that’s what everyone thinks, so play along, idiot!” he continues. He sighs as he continues to talk himself up. “You’re a prince-”

He was caught in a trance. She had put him under her spell without even knowing it. So much so that he could almost block out the dark-haired man standing next to her, talking to her so animatedly. She seemed genuinely interested in the man, smiling and nodding at his onslaught of words. She even responded as if she was truly listening. However, she’d look up and over at the greenette every once in a while and smile at him. Her cheeks would take on a rosy tint that had Izuku melting. 

Before he knew it, without thinking and before he could even stop himself, he found himself walking towards the young woman, the princess as he’d overheard. He marched right over with the confidence of a man who owned the place. To many, it might even look that way. 

The dark-haired man stops speaking when he notices the greenette who’d just joined the pair. He eyes the man up and down, trying to figure out who just interrupted his moment with the princess. A moment he just knows was going so well. How dare he? 

“Princess Ochako,” Izuku speaks up, grabbing hold of the young woman’s hand. He smiles as he curtsies down, bringing her hand up to his lips and pressing a soft peck to the equally, if not ever softer skin. “I’m Prince Izuku,” he continues, keeping up the facade of confidence. Where it came from? He’s not too sure, but he’s not complaining. “Pleased to meet you.” 

The young princess blushes even deeper. The color could rival that of Fumikage’s eyes. However, she curtsies back respectfully before snatching her hand back, though Izuku took no offense. Instead, he straightens and leans back a bit. 

“I don’t mean to come off too strong or too rude, but I have to say, you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he states matter-of-factly. 

Normally, Ochako can point out when someone is being overly nice because they want something from her. After all, that is one of the biggest downsides of being born into royalty. Everyone always wants something from her. Well, except her closest friend and servant, Tsu. 

Nonetheless, she allowed Izuku to remain but not without having her guard up. 

“Izuku, where are you from?” the man beside Princess Ochako asks suddenly, causing Izuku to stammer. How does he respond? He’s not actually a prince, and he didn’t think this through, and why did he do this?

“I’m sorry, I never caught your name,” Izuku blurts, managing to save himself. 

“Prince Tenya, from the Isles.” 

“Prince Tenya, a pleasure to meet you,” Izuku snides. Though, there’s no real bite to it. “Well, I’m from...Bani.” 

Izuku nearly groans. Naming a bunny was too much pressure for him. How was he going to come up with a fake country on the spot? Though, he’s not doing too bad based on how Ochako doesn’t seem to question it. That is until-

“Bani?” Tenya asks. He’s giving Izuku an odd look. An expectant one too.  “I’ve never heard of a place called Bani.” 

“Well, it’s small,” he states, shrugging a little. “Pretty far away too,” Izuku continues. “Not many have heard of us.” 

That answer seemed to be good enough for both Prince Tenya and Princess Ochako. The night seemed to pass rather quickly after that. The three stuck together for most of the night, only ever separating when they all had to socialize with others. However, the three seemed drawn to each other. It wasn’t even that the two young men were gravitating towards the Princess the whole time. More often than not, the two found themselves looking for the other, actively seeking the other out. Something about Izuku, Tenya just could not get enough of. Izuku would say he felt the same, because he did. There was just something about Tenya that drew Izuku in for the same reasons that he was drawn to Ochako. 

Eventually, the night did come to an end, but not before a couple of passive statements were spewed between the two men. Ochako seemed to have enough of the joking rivalry for the night, so she offered a proposal. 

“Come to the palace tomorrow. I might have a solution to all of this.” 

Which brings them to now. Standing outside the palace. Looking up in the direction of the young princess’ chambers. 

The two men look at each other and smirk as Princess Ochako emerges from her room once again, standing on the sturdy balcony connected to her room. There’s a smile on her face, and an energetic aura to her today. Excitement bubbles inside the young woman as she stares the two men down. 

“The first one to reach my room gets to take me out,” she states over the balcony. “Simple as that.” 

“Are you sure we need a silly competition like this?” Iida speaks up, his tone sounding so genuine, but to Izuku, it’s full of feist. He kina likes it if he’s being honest. 

“No, not really,” Ochako states, shrugging her shoulders. “It just makes things more fun. Now,” Ochako continues as she stands up straight. She turns around. “Go.” 

With that, Izuku and Tenya give each other a final look before jetting off into the palace. Giggles escape Ocahko’s lips at the sound of the two hitting the pavement as they run off. Izuku and Tenya split up once past the foyer of the palace, taking their own way towards the young woman’s room. Izuku encounters a hall, and at the end of it, after a sharp turn, is a staircase. He hides behind the corner he stands at and takes a peek. 

At the end of the hall, not too far from the staircase, stand two guards. A blonde one with a black streak in his hair that resembles a lightning bolt. The other is a black-haired man. They’re both talking to each other, ignoring their surroundings. This should be easy, Izuku thinks. 

Looking around him, Izuku notices that there is a chalice set on a table next to him. He smiles, grabbing the chalice and tosses it on the ground, making sure it lands with a loud clunk and rolls down the hall. The two men notice the moving object, gripping their weapons harder in their hands and charge down the hall in Izuku’s direction. When they pass him up, remaining unnoticed, he bolts down the hall and up the stairs. 

Then, he’s in another hall, However, he can’t hide this time. 

Unknown to the Izuku, Tenya is going through the same thing. The palace is symmetrical, so each side really is the same experience. However, Tenya seems to be a bit more diplomatic about his approach. 

“Pardon, I’m looking for Princess Ochako’s room,” he states rather politely. The woman he speaks to is wearing what a maid would traditionally wear. So, he can only assume she’s a maid. 

“Princess Ochako is not allowed any visitors,” the woman speaks matter-of-factly. Her tone is cold and steely. A punch to the gut. “Especially not a possible suitor of sorts,” she continues, eyeing the young man up and down. The woman turns around and begins walking away. When suddenly, he’s blasting past her, running down the way she’s headed. He passes her up, getting chased by her not too long after. 

He reaches another corner and makes a turn. When he does, he notices two things. In the center of the hall stands Princess Ochako, her door open as she leans against the frame dreamily. A giggle escapes her lips once more as she takes in the sights around her. Then, at the end of the hall, standing equally winded and shocked, stands Izuku, looking him up and down as well. 

Then, wordlessly the two began to run towards the door. The two clash, falling to the ground as their bodies collide. The world of pain fading into nonexistence when the sound of Ochako’s laugh fills the open space, sounding like music to their ears. It’s not long after that her laugh fills every pore on their skin, filling them with joy and now they’re laughing with her. 

Laughing gut-busting laughs, the kind that leave you breathless. The kinds that make tears spring from one’s eyes. The kind that make Izuku forget that he doesn’t belong. In fact, he’s never felt like he belonged until now. Now, he feels like this is the only place he wants to be. The only thing he ever wants in life anymore. To laugh with Ochako and Tenya. To share moments like these with them. He wants it all. 

“Get up, you two,” Ochako managed between laughs, leaning forward and holding a hand out to each man. The two men calm down, eyeing her carefully and then eyeing the other just as carefully. As if to test the waters and ask if all of this is truly okay. 

At this point, it was clear no one was going to pick on over the other. Ochako was not going to simply pick between both of the boys and let the other one walk away with nothing. Simply because she wanted to get to know both of them. She wants to know them and experience them. 

The same could be said about Izuku too. He wasn’t going to back down from fighting over Ochako, he wants to get to know her, and he wants to make her fall for him in the same way he’s already falling for her. He wants to have lived a life full of her. But at the same time, he’s found a sort of comfort in Tenya. He’s had a fire lit under his ass, and he really really likes that. He enjoys it a bit too much and he doesn’t want to lose that either. He doesn’t want to have to choose. Even if to some it may seem taboo and straight up wrong. It feels right to Izuku. He wants a life full of Tenya, too.

Tenya is a bit harder to read, but it was still clear nonetheless. He didn’t care that he had to share, because it didn’t feel that way. He’s excited to get to know the princess and he has such high hopes. But Izuku is such an exciting wrench in his plans that he doesn’t even care anymore. Ochako is excitement in the sense of sunshine and happiness. Izuku is excitement in the sense of adventure and mischief. He wants it all. He wants them both. 

“Let’s get inside already,” Ochako continues as the two men reach out to her, picking themselves up with her help. They’re quick to enter her room and they nearly awe at the sight. A large table sits in the center of the room, an elaborate and extravagant looking set up. Full of tea and cake, sweet and savory foods are abundant. 

The three sit at the table, digging into the delicious food and tea, not bothering to show any hint of graciousness or poise. Especially not after the morning they’ve had. Though something about that brings a sense of calm to the trio. They can let loose and be who they want to be. Not who they’re expected to be. 

Ochako really doesn’t want to let go of any of this. 

“Say, Izuku,” Tenya speaks up after a particularly long discussion about their countries. One which Izuku tried to stay out of as much as possible. “You’re not actually a prince, are you?” 

Izuku’s eyes widen, looking between Tenya and Ochako. He notices that neither of them seems upset or even fazed by the revelation. In fact, they find it humorous. 

“No,” he says, defeated. “But I promise I did not crash that party last night,” he continues. “I was actually invited.” 

“Yeah, I figured as much,” Ochako speaks up, laughing a little at the greenette’s expression. “Though, I think this makes everything all the more exciting.” 

[ofstarsandvibranium]

Two for One

Fandom: Marvel (Professor AU/College AU)

Pairing: Stucky x F!Reader

Summary: Ever since you became the TA for Professor Romanoff, you’ve been seeing a lot of Professors Rogers and Barnes. They seem to be attracted to you, but you have a hard time deciding between the two. What do you do?

Warning: smut - bjs, threesome, semi-public…just a whole lot of naughty mk?

A/N: based off of this post and my tags in it. also, word count is about 4.1k. so yall better appreciate this and the struggle i went through to write this (i’m looking at you @chloerinebarnes )

Steve was sure that if Bucky bit his lip any further, he’d draw blood. He nudged his boyfriend with his elbow, gaining his attention back, “Cool it with the staring and lip biting. You’ll scare her off.”

Bucky groaned, “She’s killin’ me with those jeans, babe.”

Steve snorted, “Tell me about it,” he murmured as his eyes went back to across the lounge. You were standing off to the side, speaking with Professor Romanoff, the teacher you were a TA for. You were nodding to everything that she was listing off for you to do. After handing you a stack of papers, you saw yourself out of the lounge. Bucky and Steve’s shoulders sagged in disappointment. 

Ever since you became Professor Romanoff, aka Natasha’s, TA, Steve and Bucky have been seeing you more and more. Not that they minded. You were beautiful, funny, and smart. Honestly, you were the missing puzzle piece in their life. 

Don’t get it wrong, Steve and Bucky were completely devoted to each other. But for the past few years, they’ve been feeling like they were missing something. And they believe that something is you. 

But how does one go about proposing a polyamorous relationship? You don’t. It’s not a very common thing and it’s not accepted in a lot of places. Nonetheless, Steve and Bucky adored you from the moment they met you. 

So, they hatched a plan. They would worm their way into your heart individually and when it came to the point where you “have to choose”, they’ll give you the other option: a two for one deal. 

_________________________

You’re in the school cafe, a pile of papers off to the side that you’re making your way through. You suddenly feel a presence looming over you and you look up to see Professor Barnes. 

You give him a polite smile, “Hey there, professor! How’s it going?”

“Monday mornings were never my thing hence,” he gestured to his large coffee cup.

You snorted, “Tell me about it,” you pointed to your own, “This is my third one already.”

“Mind if I sit?” he points to the seat across from you.

You shook your head, “Not at all!” you move your things around to give him a little bit more space, “Enjoy your weekend?”

He shrugged, “Just stayed home, watched some Netflix, graded papers. The usual.”

You nodded, “That’s become my usual now too. Although, yesterday my friends Pietro and Wanda dragged me out of the apartment to go to a bar. Gonna be honest, had a bit too much.”

“That explains the coffee and you still grading papers that are probably due today.”

You sighed, “Yeeeaahhh. Never listening to the twins again,” you said with a snort. 

“I wish I could help. Russian Literature was my minor. But I’m sure if Nat found out, she’d have both our heads.”

“Definitely. Romanoff’s great, but, damn, does she terrify me!”

Barnes snorted, “Same here.” he stood up and grabbed his coffee, “Well, I’ll let you get to it. Good luck.”

“Thanks, Professor Barnes!”

He smiled down at you, and with a wink, he said, “Call me Bucky,” and he waltzed out of the cafe like it was nothing. And you hated to admit that that little gesture made your cheeks heat up and make your panties slightly damp.

___________________

You were struggling with holding the pile of graded papers in your arms and trying to get your notebook out for Romanoff’s class. Just when you thought you had it, all the papers tumbled forward onto the ground. You groaned and hung your head back, staring up at the sky asking, “Why me?”

You bent down and began to collect the papers, and then another pair of hands came into view. You tried to object, “It’s okay! I got-” when you looked up, staring back at you was he striking blue eyes of Professor Rogers, “I-I got it, Professor Rogers,” you stammered as you quickly collected the essays.

“It’s alright. I don’t mind helping,” he said with a shy smile, grabbing the leftover papers and handing them to you. You both stood up and awkwardly stood there, “So, uh, headed to Nat’s-I mean, Romanoff’s office?”

You nodded, “Yeah. Gotta turn in all these papers I graded.” you gestured to the pile that was back in your hands. 

“Oh, well, my office is in the same direction. I’ll accompany you.”

You two walked together, towards the Literature and History building, “So, uh, how was your weekend?”

“Oh, uh, pretty bland, honestly. Just hanging out and grading papers. What about you? Did you spend your weekend grading all of these?” he points to your pile.

“Sorta,” you answered, “I got most of them done. Then I went out last night. Got drunk and never finished the rest. I just finished up in the cafe. Professor Barnes was actually there too. Surprised you weren’t with him. You two are usually attached to the hip,” you say teasingly.

Rogers snorted, “Please, I couldn’t shake ‘im even if I tried. We actually live together. We see a lot of each other and you would think we’d get sick of each other. But we don’t.”

“That’s good. I love Pietro and Wanda, but, God, I don’t think I can spend every second of the day with them.”

He chuckled, “Guess you just gotta find the right people that’ll make you want to see them all the time.”

Soon enough, you were in the building, standing in front of Professor Romanoff’s office, “Well, here’s my stop,” you say.

“Yeah. Anyway, I hope you have a good rest of your day, Y/N.”

“Thanks, Professor Rogers. You too!”

“Please, call me, Steve,” he says with a grin and then turns around, heading for his office in the other direction.

___________________

Bucky is eating lunch in Steve’s office. Steve is typing away at his computer, occasionally pausing when Bucky feeds him a forkful of penne pasta into his mouth. 

“So, progress?” Bucky asks, his own mouth full of pasta. 

Steve chews a few more times before swallowing. He takes off his glasses and sets them onto his desk, “Told her to call me Steve after I helped pick up her papers that she dropped and accompanied her on the way to Nat’s office. She said she came from the cafe and you were there?”

Bucky nodded, “Yeah. Grabbed some coffee, sat with her and chatted a little bit. When I left, I told her to call me Bucky. You still think we should do this?”

“I really like her, Buck. I just-don’t you feel it? That spark with her?” when Bucky nodded, Steve continued, “Then can you imagine how it would be if all of us were together?”

“It’d be like nothing we’ve ever felt before,” Bucky murmured.

“Exactly. We gotta try, but we can’t be too overbearing. She’s gotta be the one.”

Bucky set down his tupperware of pasta and rest his hand on Steve’s, “She’s out missing puzzle piece.”

___________________

You sat in the lounge next to Professor Romanoff, or Nat, as she’s allowed you to call her. You’re both going over test grades and that’s when you hear the screeching of wood against the floor and then you look up to see Bucky and Steve settling across the table from you.

Your eyes brighten and a smile appears on your face, “Hey, Bucky! Hey, Steve!”

Big grins appear on their faces when you acknowledge, “Hey, doll,” Bucky says, and you feel your cheeks heating up. 

You duck your head down, biting your lip and continuing to grade papers. You hoped that Nat ignored that interaction, but she didn’t. While you continued to grade papers, Nat gave questioning looks to the professors across from her. Both gave her shrugs and pulled out their own work that needed to be done. 

Words started to blur as your eyes skimmed through another test, your red pen marking wrong answers. You could feel yourself getting a headache so you groaned and fell back into your seat, “I need a break. I’m gonna walk to the cafe. Do you guys want anything?” Nat and Bucky shook their head but Steve stood up.

“I’ll go with you. I think I need to stretch my legs anyway.” he turns to Bucky and gives him a nod, and then follows you out of the lounge. After you both leave, Nat turns to Bucky.

“What the hell are you guys up to?”

“Steve and I both like Y/N, so we’re trying to ease our way into her heart and possibly propose a poly relationship.”

Nat groaned, “Jesus Christ. You know what happened the last time you tried that. You and Steve ended up heartbroken and nearly broke up because of it.”

“Dot wasn’t right for us,” Bucky said with a shake of his head, “But Y/N’s different. You know she is, Nat.”

“Maybe so, but then again, you hardly know her.”

“And that’s why we’re trying to spend as much time as we can to get to know her.”

Nat shook her head, “You’re playing a dangerous game. She’s a student.”

“She’s graduating this year. Once she’s graduated, then Steve and I will ask. Trust us, Nat. We learned from the last time and we know what we’re doing now.”

____________________

“So, the semester is half way over and you’ll be graduating soon. Have any plans on what to do?” Steve asked, his hands curled up in his pockets. 

“Travel. Find a job. Maybe find some love on the way. I don’t know.”

“Not looking for love right now?” he asked with a teasing smirk. 

You shrugged, “Oh trust me, I’ve been looking. Just haven’t found anyone that clicks with me, ya know? Someone funny, smart, compassionate, independent. Oh and knows how to cook. It’s surprising how many people here barely know how to cook.”

Steve snorted, “Bucky loves to cook. He cooks our meals all the time. I know how to cook too, but for Bucky, it’s his stress reliever. He’s in his element when he cooks, plus everything is delicious when he makes it.”

“I’d love to try something other than ramen and burgers.”

“I’ll bring you some tomorrow. Buck loves to cook for other people so it won’t be a problem.”

You shook your head, “I can’t ask you guys to do that. You don’t have-”

“You’re not askin’, sweetheart. Plus, we want to do this. Trust me.”

You sighed, “Fine.”

Steve was beaming right then and there, “Great. Do you have any food preferences?”

“Surprise me.”

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It became a regular thing after that. You and Nat would be in the lounge going over lecture notes or grading papers. Steve and Bucky would appear and slide over some tupperware for lunch that Bucky had prepared for you. At one point, they started bringing some food for Nat too since she complained about them not bringing food for her. Plus, they didn’t want to seem too suspicious. 

As the semester progressed, you found yourself in the company of Steve and Bucky often. Sometimes it was both of them, sometimes it was one or the other. You’d have lunch with them, walk with them to class or the office building. Relax under some trees while you graded papers. You also ended up getting both of their numbers and all three of you would be in a group chat texting away or texting to either men individually. 

You were around them a lot and you couldn’t help the feelings you were starting to develop for both them. It was conflicting. Very much so. You were a student and they were professors. 

It was a month before the semester ended, before you graduated, and you’d had enough. Enough of the feelings and the confusion. It had to stop!

So you burst into Bucky’s office where you knew both men would be. As soon as you step into the room, you freeze. There right before was Steve and Bucky, but they were tangled up in each other, making out. 

“I’m so confused,” you murmured as they stared at you wide-eyed. 

“Doll, I-we-”

“I-I should go. Sorry. I didn’t-I’m gonna-” 

You turn to leave but Steve cried outs, “Y/N, wait!” and you stop. You look at them and they’re staring at you with pleading eyes, “Sweetheart, please, don’t leave. Just-Just close the door and we’ll explain everything.”

Slowly, you move back inside, closing the door behind you. You sit at the chair across from Bucky’s desk. Bucky sits back down into his seat and Steve stands off to the side, running his hand through his disheveled hair. 

“Are-Are you guys together?” you ask apprehensively. When both men nod, you let out a shaky breath, “I-I don’t understand. Both of you made it seem like you were interested in me. Were you just toying with me? Is that it?!”

“No!” both said unison. 

Steve cleared his throat, “It’s nothin’ like that, Y/N. We swear. We-Bucky and I, we’ve been together for a long time. We love each other a lot, but-”

Bucky interjected, “But we feel like we’ve been missing something. And we think that something is you.”

You became even more confused, “But you’re together already. How would that even work?”

“A polyamorous relationship. The three of us can be together. Bucky and I have strong feelings for you, Y/N.”

You shook your head, “This can’t happen,” and suddenly, it felt like Bucky and Steve’s hearts were breaking all over again, but then you continued, “I’m still a student and you’re professors. If this got out, I’d be expelled and you two would be fired. I-” you take a moment to let out a deep breath, “It’s funny. I was coming here to tell you that I can’t choose between you two. I have feelings for both of you, so I was just-I don’t know-take myself out of the equation.”

“But you don’t have to, doll,” Bucky says with a hopeful gaze.

Steve rest his hand on Bucky’s shoulder to prevent him from getting ahead of yourself, “But we understand your reasoning why you don’t want to be with us.”

“I didn’t say I don’t want to be with you. I said I can’t right now.” that made both men’s ears perk, “I’m graduating next month. We can put all of this on hold for now and once I’m outta here then...”

“We can wait!” Bucky said all too enthusiastically, which made Steve chuckle.

Steve’s hand moved from Bucky’s shoulder, down his arm and to his hand where they laced fingers, “We’re willing to wait for you, sweetheart. You’re worth it.”

You moved around the desk and to the two men, grabbing each of their hands in yours, “Thank you. You guys mean a lot to me,” you leaned in and pecked the cheeks of each men, “I’ll see you guys soon,” and then you were out of Bucky’s office. The end of next month couldn’t come any sooner. 

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“Y/N L/N!” your name was called as you walked across the stage, shaking the dean’s hand, and accepting your diploma. Cheers from your loved ones and peers brought a huge smile to your face. You walked down the steps dancing on your way back to your seat, your classmates buzzing all around you. 

After everyone’s name was called, the dean stood up the podium to give final remarks and the changing of the tassels, “Now, everyone, I present to you the Class of 2020!” everyone cheered as caps went flying into the air. You hugged the people around you, and waited for your family and friends to meet you on the field. In the meantime..

“I’M SO PROUD OF YOU!” Bucky cried out as he gave you a big ol’ hug. Steve stood behind him, holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers. 

“Congrats, Y/N,” Steve gave you a hug, nothing to make anyone suspicious.

You were beaming at them, “Thanks you guys. I can’t believe it. I graduated!”

Bucky was ready to ask you out right then and there, but stopped when he saw your family approaching. He and Steve stepped aside to allow you some time with your loved ones. They mouthed, “See you later,” and both walked away to congratulate other students. 

You watched as they departed. A part of you wanted to chase after them and kiss them both then and there, but that would stir something up and you didn’t want any trouble on this momentous day. Soon, Y/N. Soon. 

The day after graduation was when you were to pick up your official diploma. You knew from the group chat that Steve and Bucky would be on campus, due to finishing up finals. And after you picked up your diploma, you wanted to go see them. 

With diploma in hand, you approached the office building, sending off texts to the men:

You: whatcha up to?

Bucky: grading finals in Steve’s office

You: can I stop by?

Steve: of course ;)

Bucky: BRING COFFEE!

You giggled, knowing how predictable Bucky was, two cups of coffee with you already. You approached Steve’s office, knocking on the slightly ajar door, “May I enter?”

The door swung wide open, and Bucky immediately pulled you inside, closing and locking the door behind you. You snorted, “Wow, eager mu-mmf!” you couldn’t finish the teasing retory as a pair of lips matched up with yours, hands cupping your face. 

You heard a chuckle from behind you, “Buck, careful, you’re gonna make her spill the coffee she got for us.” He went over and grabbed the coffee tray from your hands.

You pulled away, mumbling, “Thank you,” to him and then looking back at Bucky who sported a dopey grin on his face, “How long were you waiting to do that?”

“So fucking long,” he mumbled, pressing his lips to yours once more, but it was brief since you pulled away.

“Hey now, two kisses and Steve hasn’t even gotten any from me yet. You’re starting to get greedy, mister.”

Bucky’s cheeks flushed and he ducked his head down shyly, “Sorry, doll,” he then moved aside for Steve. 

Steve pulled you in, wrapping an arm around you and slowly leaning in. His lips were hovering over yours and right as you were about to tell him to hurry up, his lips met yours in a passionate kiss. His fingers dug into your skin as he held onto you for dear life. For so long him and Bucky have wanted you like this and he feels like if he lets go, if he pulls away, it’ll all be a dream. 

Steve began to walk you backwards until your backside hit the edge of his desk. You pulled away to look at the two men, whose soft gazes faded and turned into lustful ones. 

You smirked, “I’ve always fantasized about being fucked on a desk.”

Both men growled as they started to undo their pants. Steve pressed you up against the desk, kissing you heatedly, while Bucky began to remove things from the surface. You hopped onto it after receiving the okay from Bucky. Steve worked on getting your jeans off while Bucky pulled of your shirt. Clothes flew around the room with no care where they landed. 

“Ah fuck, baby doll. You’re so fucking gorgeous,” Bucky moaned, his hand slowly pumping his cock and the other kneading your breast. 

You laid across the surface, opening your mouth, welcoming Bucky’s length. You both moaned when his dick entered your mouth. Bucky thrust his hips back and forth, loving how you looked taking his cock. 

Meanwhile, Steve was paying special attention to your pussy. He licked a strip up your slit, tongue circling around your clit. When you moaned a little too loud, Steve pulled away, “Quiet now, honey. Someone might here your pretty little noises and those are for our ears only.”

Bucky pulled out of your mouth for you to reply, “Sorry, Steve.”

“How wet is she, Stevie?” Bucky asked through his panting.

Steve licked his lips, “So fucking wet and she’s so sweet,” he murmured before slurping up some of your juices. 

Bucky whined, “Lemme taste.” Steve then stood up and leaned over the desk, pulling Bucky towards him, Lips smashing against lips. You wished you could’ve seen the two men swapping your taste, but the view was blocked by Bucky’s body leaning over yours. 

When they pulled away Steve cleared his throat, looking from you to Bucky, “So, how’s this gonna go: i fuck her pussy while you get her mouth, or vice versa?”

You shook your head, “No, I wanna feel you both at the same time.”

Both men moaned at the thought of both of their cocks filling you up to the brim. Steve nodded, “Very well. Bucky, on the table. Sweetheart, straddle Bucky.” Both you and Bucky did as you were told while Steve pulled out a bottle of lube from a drawer. 

You gave him a questioning look and Bucky chuckled, “This isn’t the first time we’ve fucked in this office, doll.” And just the image of Bucky and Steve fucking in this office made you even more wet than before. 

Steve, with his cock lubed up, knelt behind you and in-between Bucky’s legs, “You ready for us, babygirl?”

“I’ve literally been waiting all semester for this, Steve. Now hurry up and fuck me.”

Both men snickered at your haste, “Gotta give our girl what she wants,” Bucky mumbled as he lined himself up with you and you lowered yourself onto him. Steve was right behind you, pushing you forward and slowly easing himself into not wanting to hurt you. Moments pass they’re both inside you and, holy shit, this is something you’ve never felt before.

Both men stay still as they let you set the pace. You rock your body back and forth, allowing both cocks to drag themselves in and out of you. Seriously, the feeling was something unworldly. What made it ever better was Bucky’s lips on your chest and Steve’s hand working your clit. These men both knew what they were doing. 

“So fucking sexy, sweetheart, taking our cocks at the same time,” Steve murmured into your neck, “You love this, don’t you? Love being filled to the brim.”

Bucky bit at your skin, making you hiss, to which he mumbled, “Answer him, babydoll.”

“Yes, Steve. Love your cocks filling me whole,” you gasped when Bucky’s cock just hit that spot that made you shudder. With the way things were going, you knew you were gonna be cumming soon. 

“Wanna make a mess outta you, sweetheart,” Bucky whispered, lips still wandering over your neck and chest, “Wanna fill you with our cum, paint you with it. Mark you as ours.”

“I’m yours,” you panted out, “I’m all yours,” you moved your body faster, desperate for your release. 

“Go ahead, baby, cum on our cocks. We wanna feel ya,” Steve mumbled in your ear, his hand working faster on your clit. You dug your nails into Bucky’s chest, a pain he happily welcomed. 

“Come on, baby. Give it us. You can do it,” Bucky encouraged you, slapping your ass and kneading the flesh. 

“Fuck, fuck,” you said through gritted teeth. A powerful wave of pleasure washed over you as leaned down, resting your head against Bucky’s while you came.

“So pretty when you cum,” he whispered.

“Such a good girl,” Steve murmured, kissing your back and shoulders. You moved a bit and felt something wet. You sat up and looked down to see that you just squirted all over you and Bucky.

“Oh shit. I’ve never done that before,” you murmured.

Bucky snickered, “First time for everything,” he said with a wink. 

You then moved off his lap, “Well, lemme clean this up for you since it is my mess.” Both men hissed when your hands wrapped around both their lengths, your mouth gliding over Bucky’s stomach and pelvis, collecting your own juices. 

“Oh my God, you’re perfect,” he moaned, his hand grabbing your head and trying to push it towards his cock.

You slapped his hand away, “I already sucked you off, babe. Now it’s Steve’s turn,” you said with a smirk. You gave a wink to the blonde as your mouth lowered onto his dick. Bucky was right, you are perfect. And you’re theirs. All theirs.

[astra-musings]

catch a break, part 2

requested? yep, continuation of a request by @faithiebrock01​

this fic includes: owen grady x ready, fluff(?), ooc? kinda? lots of question marks today

warnings: some graphic imagery, the indom kinda uh eats a person so there’s that, but i don’t think i got too much into the details so,, also im pretty sure my grammar and tenses are all over the place in this lmao

summary: chaos. that’s... kinda it. a lack of understanding and a great deal more of underestimating a genetically-engineered animal’s intelligence and abilities definitely creates a mess that you can’t even begin to clean up.

a/n: so... my last update was... apparently a month ago... im SO sorry... covid really fucked me up, it got IB exams cancelled and idk how to feel! im sorry! but uh i will definitely try to be more consistent (ahem) with updates, i feel so bad oh no but 🥺please still give this lots of loveee

word count: 1.8k+ (oops)

part 1 // part 1.5

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Your body involuntarily tensed upon entering the Indominus's enclosure. You were looking for an entire dinosaur (which, when you think about it, was weird; how did something that enormous go missing?), and yet couldn't help serenity that bubbled inside you from being in a forest and submerged in nature's sounds. Talk about conflict.

Owen immediately walks over to the claw marks, hands reaching out to trace over the whitened cement. If you didn't actually know him, you might've called him excited to be here. You knew he wasn't.

You'd only been standing in the heat for a few minutes but could already feel your clothes gradually dampening with the sweat that started to gather. "How the hell would that thing have gotten out, anyway? Not like it could've walked out without anyone seeing it."

Barely a second passes before the too-familiar sound of rustling leaves comes from behind you. Too far to be something on the ground. Too crisp to be just a few leaves you stepped on. And much too loud to be just the wind. Owen's shoulders tense visibly before he turns back to you, already trying to make sure you were close by.

Your eyes meet his in silent confirmation. It's still here.

Right before the warning signals from your brain can reach your limbs, a roar rips through the jungle-like enclosure, so deep and so loud that it vibrates in your ribcage, as though you stood too close to the speakers at a party and someone was playing bass-boosted hits.

Owen reacts before you do, grabbing your wrist and turning the other way. Your legs move on their own accord, stepping into a sprint before your brain actually registers what's happening. 

The security guard that was frozen stiff in the control room must've been keeping an eye on the two of you with the cameras while you were in the enclosure, because the reinforced gates a few feet away from you started sliding open. You only hoped you had enough time to slip through the opening before the Indominus did.

But just as you and Owen closed in on the gates, they started to close again. Owen throws the briefest glance back towards the control room, as if the guard could hear the nearly audible 'what the hell?' his face was giving off. You push the wrist he was holding towards him. Keep moving.

Adrenaline fuels your bodies, steering you and Owen on autopilot towards the gate that, at this point, seemed like it was moving further away. The gap through which you’d escape wasn't getting any wider either.

Owen reaches his hand out, extending his form, as though he was holding open the doors to an elevator. As if it would stop hundreds of tons' worth of metal and cement.

Your ears ring. Owen's body slips swiftly through the still-narrowing gap of the metal gates as his grip on your hand tightens almost painfully. A reminder that both of you were going to make it out of that enclosure. I've got you. You're with me.

And you do; you nearly crash into him as you push your legs just that much more so that you could catch up to Owen.

You turned back to look at the gates, feet still running on autopilot. Instead of seeing the gates close and finally allowing your body to come to a halt, hooked claws slipped through the seemingly too-small gap, its tips digging into the hard, layered cement as though it was anything but.

"You're fucking kidd–" You barely get the entire sentence out before Owen pulls you to the side, pushing you under an SUV as he followed a second later.

You manage to turn your head to the side, straining your eyes as you tried to gauge what the hell this animal was trying to do. Turns out, it wasn't that hard to figure out – you watched the workers' scrambling feet run across the gravel, trying to get themselves to safety, only to be followed by the too-large and too-scaly feet of the Indominus. You watched as its claws came to a brief halt behind each man and woman, before a distant thud ensued, followed by a headless or torso-less figure dropping onto the ground. You watched as those same claws grow nearer to where you and Owen were.

You gripped his hand. Your breathing was still labored, not having been able to come down off of the adrenaline that still kept you going.

Owen's hand pulls out of yours, prompting you to snap your head towards him in worry. What are you doing? Where are you going?

He seems to read your mind, nodding slightly as a response. He pulls a drop point knife from his back pocket, reached up above him and immediately started to tear apart some of the thicker linings on the underside of the vehicle.

You jab your elbow into him as silently as you could; what the hell was he doing? Was he going to blow up the car while you were still under it?!

He ignores you, continuing his relentless crusade on the wiring. Soon after Owen pulls them and empties its contents over the both of you as you scrunch your nose and eyes up. You're showered with cold liquid – water? No, water didn't stink; this was gasoline. Would this hurt the baby? Now you're really worried. You'd always trusted Owen in making decisions before, especially regarding your raptors, but now you were starting to question him for the first time.

A crunch in the gravel makes you spin your head to face the exterior of the car. It's those claws again. You'd almost forgotten about them in your, what now seems like blissful ignorance, worrying about Owen and his knife work.

Owen's hand grips your outer forearm, swiftly turning your body sideways to face him as he does the same. He didn't want you to keep looking. You feel his hand cradle your head to his chest. 

Warmth spreads across your back. No, not from what Owen was doing. It was a literal, physical warmth. Like someone turned a fan on, but it spun out hot air instead of cool air. Like what you'd feel if someone whispered so close to ear that you could feel their breath on you.

It was the Indominus. Didn't take a genius to figure that part out. Except, now that you knew what it was, your nose seemed to involuntarily hone in on the metallic hints of the air that continued to fan across the both of you. Blood.

Your eyes screw shut as you press your forehead farther into Owen as the Indominus lets out a low growl from the base of its throat. It was so close to you, you felt your chest vibrate with the sound.

Almost as quick as it came, the Indominus struts away from the vehicle, away from you. The thumps and vibrations ripple across the ground, fading with the Indominus's continuous, low growls.

The gravel shifts once more, only this time it was right next to you, and the source of the sound was Owen – one you knew and one that was much, much, more comforting than some genetically-engineered beast. Fishing for his phone, he pushes his hips up to reach into his back pocket. His fingers move deftly across the screen, swiping and punching for some currently unknown number. The hand behind your head holds you closer to his chest.

The dull ringing of the phone is interrupted, "Owen! The Indominus esc–"

"Yeah, I fucking know it escaped! You didn't see Y/N and I running for our fucking lives, Claire?!"

So it was Claire on the other end.

"Of course I saw, Owen. I saw everything. Are you okay? How's Y/N?–"

"You don't get to fucking ask how we are, Claire. You put us in that room. You put your workers, your security guards and yourself in danger. You put Y/N in danger," at the mention of your name, you lift your head away from his chest and place a hand in its place. You could tell he was getting a little heated. Ever since you'd gotten together and started working with the raptors, he'd been extra-sensitive about your getting in harm's way.

"Speaking of security guards; the one that was with us in there? Yeah, his head's just making its way down the Indominus's digestive tract. So yeah, we're fuckin’ peachy."

Silence follows on the other end. Owen heaves out a sigh, as though reluctant to be having this conversation.

"Y/N and I are gonna make our way back to you. Keep an eye on that... thing. You need to keep it the hell away from your park guests, otherwise–" Owen pauses. Not a single one of you wanted to say, or even think, about what would happen, otherwise. He hangs up with a huff.

"C'mon, baby, let's get you outta here." He slides himself out from under the car as you begin to do the same, getting to your side just as you're about to get up. He dusts off your shirt, taking your face in his hands with the gentlest cradle.

"Are you okay?" he tilts your head from one side to another, looking for injuries, "Did it getcha? Scratches? Bruises? Does it hurt anywh–"

"I'm fine, Owen," placing your hands on his forearms, you bring his frantic movements to a stop, "this head might just fall off if you move it anymore, though." You try to joke.

He lets out a breath, "S'not funny, baby. I don't know how you're still laughing after that."

"I'm just tryna make you smile, love," you give him a gentle but reassuring grin, "no, but really, I'm okay. Promise. A few scratches, I think, but that was from the gravel."

"Besides," you start, "some 40-feet tall dinosaur could never lay a claw on me." You puff your chest out comically.

Owen laughs heartily. "You're somethin' else, y'know that? God, I dunno what I'd do without you. Too strong for your own good," he pauses briefly to entwine your hands, "c'mon, we still got a long way to go before we get to the control room. We'll take the bike, yeah?"

You let out a small 'mhm' in response, smiling up at him before he turns to lead you to where his motorbike was still, supernaturally, scratch-free except for the fact that it was turned to its side.

Owen turns back to give you one last smile before letting go to pick up and reposition his bike. You take those few seconds to let your smile drop as your mind and hands wander back to your stomach for the nth time that day. 

"C'mon, Y/N," he beckons you from the now upright bike, "you alright?" He seemed to notice your sudden change in expression.

"Yeah, I'm good," you bite your tongue, not wanting to add onto his currently growing list of worries, "Let's go."

[oh-for-fic-sake]

It All Worked Out In The End

When the parents are away the kids will play... or fight one of the two.

I am genuinely have a too much fun with these imagines.

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Warninngs: Swearing ,Mentions of fighting ,Hinting at Drugging and Rape (nothing explicit)

Jaskier stood befor you in your rented room dunking the bloodied rag into a jug of cool water before wringing it out then lightly dabbing your eye brow and angry claw marks on your face. Ciri stood off to the side apprehensive watching the bard tend to the wound.

"Got her good tho didnt i?" He smirked at that trying so hard to be disappointed in you but he really couldnt. 

"Yes I even won a bit of coin, lets just hope the other two dont come back until this has gone down we can explain the black eye and cut but not the scratches."

"Yeah ... I still have all my teeth tho!" Cheerful in your victory utterly pleased with yourself Ciri shook her head at this then spoke up in disbelief.

"Where did that even come from?" You grinned wincing again as it hurt the bruises that were forming on your cheek and jaw.

"Well my sweet Cirilla a few years of pent up anger can do wonders for your right hook or in my case bitch slap" She snorted relaxing as she saw that you were to all intents and purposes unharmed. She wandered over to the bags on the chair by the bed.

"Wait Jask did you say coin? You put coin down?" Jaskier shrugged in response to your question dipping the rag in to the water again.

"Hey they started taking bets at the bar, I wasnt gonna join in but then looked at you , there was no way you werent gonna put her down ,your face looked a lot like Geralts growley face"  He swiped over your face one last time there was a pregnant pause.

"So you gonna split the coin?"

"Nope" He said popping the p dropping the now pink cloth with a wet slap on the table. Your younger sister from another mister walked back over to you with a small vial. Poppy milk or better known to you as morphine.

"Yennefer left us some poppy milk for emergencies, you should take some now before you really start feeling it.How are we going to keep this from them?" Waving a hand motioning to your damaged face as Jaskier prepaird the medicine. If you were honest you didnt think that far ahead at the time you just needed to ko that Bitch -which you did thank you very much- but you knew what Ciri was getting at Geralt and Yennefer were a couple of mother hens... allbeit slightly more intimidating... and dangerous... and volatile. 

"Not sure we can" You replied nodding greatfully at Jaskier who offered cup of water that held a dose of the pain killer. Knocking it back before pulling faces at the bitter taste.

"Oh god! Ugh no" you shook your head befor quickly eating a cube of cheese from the small platter in front of you. The singer shrugged ignoring your outbust looking between the both of you.

"All i do know is that your going to be in trouble when they do find out" He said in a sing song voice you slumped back in the chair grunting.

"Oh yer how'd you figure its just me in shit Jask" Sputtering he glared at you

"Maybe because your the one who decided to turn savage and attack a whore! You even bit her bit" You tapped a pointing finger on the table

"Ok fisrt things first she hit me first got a strict rule never throw the fisrt punch but allways throw the last and second yeah fair enough i bit her but she was fighting dirty. And you could have pulled me off her, you also placed a bet on me which was encouraging it.If im going down your coming with me." He gaped at you in disbelief.

"What about her she didn't intervene either?" 

"She also didn't bet on me."

"I don't think Geralt himself could have dragged y/n off her" Ciri quipped from the side lines you nodded at her continuing.

"Not only that im pretty sure they left you in charge bard so really when you think about it its all your fault" He pailed as you and Ciri high fived.

"I need to lie down" Wobbling to the bed flopping on it face first.You and Ciri shared a look after a few beats of silence befor being asked the enevitable question 

"So how did it start anyway?" 

"Thats what id like to know" Came from the bed as Jaskier sat up.

"Not really sure she was just running her mouth i geuss" You lied patting her head befor freighning tirednes making your way to the other bed deciding that she never has to know the real reason to you cat fighting with a whore. A few days later after the scratches and swelling had faded the others returned they hastily made their way up to the room. Geralt started speaking as he stormed through the door.

"Can some one explain to me why iv just had to pay for a whores loss of earnings And medical costs?" You balked

"Loss of earnings I knocked out her teeth surely shes making double on blowies" Jaskier snorted into his mug

"What the fuck happened?" Geralt growled out not finding your comment amusing in the slightest as he saw the clawed bruised cheek, blackened eye and cut on your brow he quickly gave Ciri and Jaskier the once over fearing youd all been attacked, relife flooded him when he saw they were ok . Yennefer gasped striding past the seething witcher stopping in front of you placing a soothing hand on you uninjured cheek.

"Who did this?" She whispered you beamed at her nuzzling into her palm.

"Dont worry I dealt with it. Besides I got off lightly you should see my opponent" Ciri nodded in agreement befor breifly explaining.

"Y/n had a fight with a whore, beat her into the ground actually then knocked her out with a single back hander. Was quite immpressive to watch"

"Made a satisfying sound to" Jaskier added Geralt looked between the three of you.

"So Y/n had a cat fight with a whore?" You all nodded

"And did enough damage to not only knock out teeth but keep her out of work for a few days?" The three of you shared a look and nodded the hunter sighed a deep breath crossing him arms.

"Do i want to know what started it?" 

"Probably not" was you offered choosing once again to keep the fact it was for Ciri's sake to yourself, trying to trick you in to selling yourself for a night was one thing but planning to drug and sell Ciri was a completely different ball game. She was family.No one was getting away with that not on your watch its lucky you caught on to the hushed conversation. You dont want to think about what could have happend if you hadnt been paying attention. Geralt threw his hand up looking towards Yennefer when it was clear none of you were going to elaborate any more then that. Aproaching he droped his swords and bag taking Yenns place tilting your face to inspect your wounds.

"Well they didnt do much damage or manage to fracture anything ,even your nose which is good." He leaned in kissing your forhead chasetly. As yenn preceeded to pull you over to where her bag was on the bed with a healing balm in hand stippling it over the cut on your face.

"Fighting a whore honestly, can't leave you alone for a few days with out you getting into trouble. I hope you know your in trouble missy" She muttered as she flitted threw her bag then began fussing over your split knuckles applying a different ointment.

"And the money we had to give her for this whole incident is comming out of your allowance starting today" Geralt grunted from the table Jaskier and Ciri watched in peels of laughter as you tried squirming away from the sorceress pleading with the unimpressed white haired male you continued protesting at Geralt's decision until he pinned you with a stern look that shut you up. Yeah he wasnt a happy camper.

"And your grounded from singing bard" Jaskier stopped laughing 

"What?"

"you were told to take care of them and it doesnt take an idiot to guess why this is considerably heavier you dont make this much from singing alone" he growled out lifting up jaskiers bulging coin pouch .All in all the couple took it better than any of you thought they would, you were relieved they didnt push the issue as if they knew what had kicked it off they probaly would have burnt that whore house to the ground, whores and all... Jaskier did share his winnings tho so it all worked out in the end,Jaskier made a weeks worth of coin in a night, you saved Ciri ,let out some pent up aggression and Geralt didnt have kill anyone.

[lia-the-potato05]

Revenge

Reader (Ler) x Jungkook (Lee)

Description: Jungkook loves scaring the crap out of you and you just had enough of it. After an interesting information you heard from Jimin you decided to take revenge

Author: Eyyy I'm back...with another fic. I feel like this is a mess because I didnt even bother to proofread this (Im hella lazy sorry mate). Uhm anyways let's get on with the fic

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"Boo!" You turned back and screamed, falling to the ground scared as hell after you saw a scary clown infront of you.

"Haha got you!" The clown then removed his mask revealing your best friend Jungkook "Oh my gosh have you seen your face? That was Hilarious" He started laughing his ass off

"Ugh!" You grunted as you stood up fixing yourself "Jungkook!" You screamed at him

Jungkook ignored you and continued laughing as he turned around, walking away from you.

"That f*cking prick" You said through gritted teeth.

Jungkook just recently knew how easily scared you get. And because he is known as the Evil Maknae he has been scaring you every now and then. He was a fond of your reaction when you get scared. You were extremely annoyed of his doings and worst of all he manages to get away from it aswell

•••

Up until now you were still upset with what Jungkook has been doing to you. Your arms were crossed and frustration was written all over your face. "Y/N are you ok?" You turned your head to owner of the Voice which was Jimin's.

"I'm good" You said. Knowing it was a lie Jimin sat himself next to you

"C'mon Y/N I'm your friend, I know you better than that. Now tell me what's wrong"

You sighed "It's nothing, really...Just so f*cking annoyed with that muscle bunny!" you slammed your fist against the table in front of you startling Jimin

"Chill" Jimin said

"How can I?! Ugh! He does it all the damn time! and gets away with it aswell" You pouted with your arms crossed

"Since we're friends I might have something that can surely help you" You tilted your head in confusion. Jimin then gestured you to come closer for him to whisper something into you ear.

After hearing what Jimin has said a smirk formed on your face as began mentally planning your revenge on Jungkook

Oh Jeon Jungkook you are so gonna get what's coming for you

•••

It was a Saturday morning. Jimin has given you an extra key to Jungkook's apartment. You entered his place and found him asleep like you expected him to be. You were lucky he was the type of person who wakes up late aswell. Perfect for you to continue your plan

You cleared out his bed making sure only Jungkook was on top if it. You then positioned him into an X position (which was hard by the way because he had an odd sleeping position and he was hella heavy). You then took out the straps tying his wrists and ankles to the bed post making sure he wouldn't be able to move once he woke up.

Once that was done. You took out items from your bag such as Feathers, Baby Oil and an electric toothbrush. After everything was all set all you have to do now is to wait for the muscle bunny to wake up. I mean you can start right now if you wanted too but where's the fun in that? You wanted to see his reaction first.

•••

After what felt like years (it was only an hour actually) Jungkook finally woke up. The boy tried pulling his arms down only to find them stuck above his head "What the f*ck?" He tugged on both his arms and ankles only to find out that he was strapped

Jungkook turned to his side to see you sleeping on his study table. "Y/N!"

His yelling suddenly woke you "Huh what?" You said, you wiped the drool off your mouth, letting out a yawn then stretched a little. "Oh your finally awake" You looked at Jungkook with a smile

"What the hell is this Y/N?!" Jungkook asked glaring at you

"Why that's my revenge dear friend" You stood up walking towards him

"You know if you wanted to f*ck me you could have just asked" You looked at the smirking bunny in disbelief after hearing his snarky remark.

"Eww no, What I had in mind for you is something different" You smirk back at him "Just you wait"

Without further a do you then sat on stomach. "You sure you don't plan on f*cking me?"

"You pervert!" You slapped him, not too hard though and he just laughed at your reaction "Oh laugh all you want, I'm gonna make sure of it"

You took out the baby oil and started rubbing it against his exposed stomach (He was shirtless). "Nice revenge there" You rolled your eyes at him, you ignored what he said and continued on

Once you finished you took out a feather. Jungkook looked at you now aware what this little revenge you planned is all about. But he is Jungkook the Golden Maknae he does not show fear well...that failed today

"What's wrong Kook? Afraid of a feather?" You smirked at him. It didn't start but I know this will be so much fun

"What? No! It's just a feather what's there to be afraid of?" The maknae said with confidence laced in his voice but oh how nervous he felt inside. I am so gonna regret this later on

You raised your eyebrows at him expecting that kind of attitude "Ok, then you won't mind me doing this then" You then slowly dragged the feather around his toned stomach drawing random patterns

Jungkook started biting his lip trying to hide his laughter. But it was so damn hard, it felt too ticklish.

"What's with the face Jungkook? You seem rather ticklish" You smirked

"I am not ticklish!" He yelled

"Oh I see" You then stood up

Jungkook thought it was over but boy was he wrong. He suddenly felt you rubbing oil over his foot. "I wonder what will happen if I do this?" You said wiggling your fingers on his bare sole.

"S-stop that!" Jungkook said a small giggle escaping his mouth. His eyes widened after realising it

"What's that? Is that a giggle I heard?"

"Nope, you heard nothing! You're just crazy!" He spat out making you gasp

"Well that wasn't nice, we can't let that slip now can we" You started using your nails scratching his bare two feet fastly.

Jungkook balled up his hands into fist, eyes tightly shut trying his best to bare it "C'mon Kook laugh for me" You teased

And just like that he realized he couldn't take it any longer so he decided to let it out "Oohohohohokaaayyy I'm tihihihihihicckliiisshhh nohohohoww pleheheheheaaseee stopppp!" He laughed loudly wiggling around the bed like a mad man. He tried tugging on his ankles to escape your wiggling fingers but sadly it stayed in place

"I know you are sweetie, look at how well you are reacting. But this is just the beginning" You finally stopped tickling his feet as you then went to get the electric toothbrush, two electric toothbrushes

"Now Y/N let's not have any of that please! I'm sorry! I won't mess with you again" Jungkook pleaded

"Hm let me think for a second" You said looking up, tapping your chin as if your thinking "Nahhh I'm having so much fun I don't think I wanna stop" You then turned on the two electric toothbrush with an evil smile as you went to his feet again using the electric toothbrush on them.

"NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO" He let out a cackly laugh as he began wiggling once again wanting to escape.

Already having enough with his feet you then positioned yourself back to sitting on his stomach and roaming the electric brushes around his upper body, from his sides to his tummy then to his ribs. At this point Jungkook's face was red as a tomato and warm tears were streaming down his cheeks.

Because you are so kind you turned the two electric toothbrushes off and set them at the side. Allowing Jungkook to have a quick break.

You watch Jungkook catch his breath heavily panting "My my Jungkook you are the most ticklish person I have ever met, Even Jimin can't beat your level of ticklishness (it's not a real word but eh😂)"

"I've never been tickled this much before" He said

"Yeah? I bet you enjoyed it"

"Did not!" Jungkook lied. He unexpectedly enjoyed it. He didn't know why but he just did. Of course there is no way his gonna admit that.

"You know there's this one spot I haven't tried yet" You smirked, you decided to use your fingers this time. To tease him you started wiggling your fingers  above his face then slowly you bring it down to a specific area

Jungkook realised where your fingers were going. He looked at you in horror "No Y/N! Don't you dare!"

"Oh I do"

"Y/N no no no no no n-AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH" You were now tickling Jungkook's armpits. And so far you received the best reaction out of the other areas you tickled

Jungkook was harshly tugging on the straps and head shaking side to side "IT TIHIHIHIHICKLES SOHOHOHOHO MUHUHUHUHUCCHHH" Jungkook screamed through laughter

You giggled "I can see that"

It's been 20 since you were torturing his armpits, poking them, scratching them, using the tickle tools on them."I cahahahahan't tahahahake it aanymohohohore"

"Almost done!" You blew raspberry on his left armpit

"Stohohohohop" Then u blew again on his right armpit "Pleheheheheaaseee"

"Last but not least" You said then did a final blow to his tummy. Jungkook's laughed has now turned silent.

After that was over you then untied hus wrists and ankles.

Jungkook was extremely exhausted. His hair was messy, he was sweating, his tummy was hurting from laughing, his cheeks were hurting from smiling a lot. but nonetheless he still he enjoyed.

"Hey Look Listen..." He looked at you scratching his nape "I'm sorry for scaring you the past few days, I have totally learned my lesson and I wont do it again"

"Don't worry I already forgive you" You smiled at him

"I-I don't like like admitting this but you're right...I did enjoyed it" You looked at him surprised.

"Really now?" You grinned at him with your eyebrows raised "Guess I have to do it more often then"

Maybe you should

[planetjisungie]

jolie- l.mh (part 1)

characters; prince! mark, princess! reader ft. dreamies, yuta and taeyong

summary; when you turn 18, you have to marry the prince of the eastern kingdom to secure an alliance. but what happens when your natural immature and positive personality collides with his cold and negative one.

an; king mark lee needed an au all to himself because this boy deserves the whole world, lets not lie here. also like i love this picture and it sparks big prince energy or like nutcracker ballet energy. also me deciding after 2 days of wallowing in self pity about how i hate having longass posts so im putting it into parts

"y/n! wake up darling!" your mother shook your body awake, causing you to grumble and thrash around. you were just having a dream about this peculiar event of 2 people switching bodies after a handshake. it was rather odd yet entertaining.

"what" you throw your limbs out on the bed in a lazy attempt to stretch and let out a groan. youe mother sighed and stood back. "its your 18th birthday today, the maids have your dress"

ah. there it is. the day youve literally blocked from your mind because of how much you simply detested the idea. it was signed and agreed 6 years ago that you, princess of the southern kingdom, would marry a prince from the eastern kingdom. though you had never met either of the princes, you had heard plenty of rumours and tales, some you believed, some you did not.

you slowly climbed out of bed, staggering a little as you walked towards the maids for your dressing. you didn’t actually need them, unless you were supposed to wear the death trap which is labelled a corset, but your parents insisted on you having them. so, you naturally made friends with them to make it as least of a work space as possible.

"good morning yeonha, nari" you greeted them with a smile which they returned. just because you weren’t necessarily the happiest doesnt mean you should relay the feeling onto the poor maids, and your friends.

"morning princess" nari said, causing you to roll your eyes. yes, they still called you princess out of habit and you hated it. as soon as your brother becomes the king, the first thing you’re doing is making everyone call you by your first name (as your parents refuse to let that happen as of currently).

with a deep sigh, you allowed yourself to be dressed, the constricting corset making you feel like your ribs were about to snap. the dress itself was beautiful though, a long pale blue dress which was off the shoulder, and had mesh sleeved elasticated around your wrists. your h/l hair was naturally curled, and fell around your face delicately as soon as the pin was removed, and one of your maids brushed the tresses. you were lucky in the aspect of hair, it was truly gorgeous and you had never hated it.

the heels were a slightly different case. they pinched your toes and no matter how much training you had to walk in them- they were satans creation. you preferred simple satin slippers, or just any shoe that does not have a stick on the end which could impale someone. a small golden and intricate crown was places atop your head, glittering earrings in and you were finished. you never really needed makeup, your natural beauty was well known in your kingdom though the people saw your kindness shine through more.

the southern kingdom was a very foresty and almost tropical place, with warm breezes and turqouise oceans, yet beautiful green trees and luscious grass, it was practically perfect. the eastern kingdom, was known to be a pretty cold place, not as freezing as the northern kingdom yet not as warm as the southern kingdom. oddly enough, the western kingdom was the hottest, mainly composed of sand and dry stone, one of your best friends lived in the western kingdom, prince jaemin.

huffing again, you left your room, concealing the winces from your feet which were already saw as you walked with quick steps to the throne room, where you would be waiting for the arrival of the eastern royalties. or so you thought. the frown on your face diminished into a look of shock and confusion when you saw the princes already there, turning to your parents who were glowering at you. oops, you were late.

"ah, y/n nice for you to finally join us" your mother said, grabbing your wrist and dragging you to stand next to her, facing the princes who were already bowing to you. there were two of them, one of which looked a little older with dark grey hair, and the other who had pitch black hair (pitch black hair was superior). the boy with grey hair was smiling at you and your curtseyed politely, but the black haired boy... he didnt look like he cared at all. reluctantly, you curtsey quickly before shooting a look at your mother.

"we welcome you warmly, prince taeyong and prince minhyung. we hope you enjoy your stay for the next month, dont hesitate to come to us if anything is not up to standards" your father bowed towards the boys. you stared distatastefully at the ground before looking up with a smile. even if you didnt want to marry yet, you may as well be nice to them as it is inevitable.

"y/n, go and make yourself useful whilst we show taeyong and minhyung their rooms" your mother said, staring into your eyes like a hawk. nodding you spun on your heels and walked out of the room rapidly, letting out a thankful sigh that you got out of that situation. roaming down the halls, you walk around, looking for any staff.

"oh! jeno!" you sped towards the knight in training. lee jeno was the mentoree of your mother’s knight, and soon to become yours.

"y/n!" he grinned and you wrapped your arms around him in a tight, warm hug. if you actually had a choice, you probably wouldve married jeno, seeing as he was your best friend and it wouldve been more of a friendship based marriage.

"how are the princes?" he asked, you locking your arm in his as you both walked down the halls. rolling your eyes you turned to face him.

"you know how i feel about this whole shitty marriage debacle. id rather not marry either- though im sure they’re lovely" that was another thing you did. always giving people the benefit of the doubt. jeno grimaced and nodded, his black hair bouncing softly as he did so.

"yeah i know. but you have a month, so maybe it would be good to try and get close to them at least" his naturally deep voice you had grown accustomed to, and it was hard to deny anything he said as all he spoke was truth. it wasnt like you had a choice anyway, it was all for some alliance. "yup" you muttered. looking outside, you saw sicheng, the gardener, planting new flowers and you gasped, tugging jenos arm. "look! lets go help out winwin" you dashed outside as fast as you could in your death traps for the feet, jeno trailing behind you. he knew how much you loved gardening and the outside.

"winwin~" you plopped next to him, promptly kicking off your heels as you kneeled on the soft grass, dress awkwardly flowing out around you. the gardener turned to you and smiled, pausing from digging out the old flowers and replacing them with newer ones.

"princess, did you need anything?" he asked, his attention now fully on you. nodding, you grab the other two trowels and handed one to jeno, grinning at winwin. "we have come to help" you announced, jeno chuckling at your eagerness to dig into soil. winwin nodded. "i see. well, you know what to do"

that was true. you often did spend time gardening with winwin and jeno, so it was unsurprising that you wanted to help again. digging into the dirt with a smile, you chatted with jeno and sicheng, just having a general good time whilst listening to the birds chirping and the riverstreams around the palace rushing. it was a very peaceful place, and you enjoyed it.

mark, who had finished talking with your parents was walking with his advisor, johnny, just around the castle when he saw your brother, prince yuta, looking out the window with a wide smile on his face. once yuta noticed their presence, he bowed towards them.

"oh, my apologies for not noticing you sooner" he apologised, which mark turned down with a small smile telling him it was okay. "is there something going on outside?" johnny asked, moving next to the window to see if something interesting was happening. following johnny, mark also stood at the window, all three of them now squeezed in as they looked out onto the palace gardens. marks gaze wandered before it landed on the 3 figures on the ground, planting flowers. it wasnt hard to figure out one of them was you, your crown gleaming in the sunlight. "did your parents force her to garden for a punishment?" johnny inquired to yuta who shook his head. "not at all, that doofus of a sister of mine likes doing things and has recently found enjoyment in gardening with sicheng" he answered softly, looking at his sister with adoration.

even from the window, mark could practically feel the waves of happiness radiating off of her. yet, they werent there when they met that morning.

[goldenlionimagines]

Hi!! Could you please do “don’t stand up yet” with Claude?? Thank you so much for your hard work and sharing your writing with us all :)

okok listen this isnt angst but it was what came to my head im sorry

also it gets a lil steamy but not NSFW -Mod Bunny

 Prompt: “Don’t Stand Up Yet”

 Word Count: 2,582

  Claude struggled to get to his feet. Where was he? Where were his allies? His friends?

 “Don’t stand up yet. You’re still hurt, seeing as that injury on your leg got infected.” He turned himself towards her, seeing what looked to be a bandit. She had an axe leaning against the wall, and hanging from it was… Failnaught? “Your bow and the clothes you were wearing were pretty fancy. What’s your name?”

 Shit. He needed a good lie, one that wouldn’t make him desirable to the Empire. “Lorenz Hellman Glouscter.” He stated. His friend from school had become allies with Edelgard. He watched her pick up her axe from the ground, leaving Failnaught where it had been.

 “Oh, the Glouscters are allied with Edelgard, right? Then, I can probably sell you to Duke Reigan of the Alliance at high price once you’re healed up. I wanna make an ally of that man.” She began shining her axe, checking the blade.

 “Hmm? Why’s that?” Claude pried. 

 She laughed. “It’s stupid… But I’m from the Alliance. With this war going on, I want a chance to fight in the war for my homeland. Plus, some of our allies in the territory have said the new Duke is pretty attractive, and that’s a sight I’d like to see.” She joked.

 Claude had to stop a blush from rushing to his cheeks. Of course, the girl he was talking to wasn’t exactly unattractive. “I wouldn’t say you’re not too pretty yourself. What do you think of me? Think I could stand against what you’ve heard about Duke Reigan?” 

 She laughed a bit. “Well, I’m sure I’ve seen more of you then I’ll ever see of Duke Reigan from when I put your bandages on. But, from what I have seen,,, I’m sure you could give him a pretty good run for his money.” She smiled. “Anyway, I’m gonna go get a drink before I go to sleep. Want one?”

 “No thanks. I don’t drink.”

-

 Funnily enough, Claude and Y/N became pretty good friends. Sometimes, they would make each other laugh and laugh (Usually, more so when Y/N would drink). She was pretty good at treating his wounds, as well as cooking as he came to find. 

 One night, Claude was having trouble with his back. Maybe it was from the lack of walking, or  being forced to sleep on such a hard surface. He saw Y/N come into their tent and told her, “Hey, I’m in a good amount of pain. Don’t suppose you have anything to help me with that?” He asked.

 She laughed. “You’re getting brave asking me for extra pain management. I really shouldn’t give it to you.” She went over to her bag, which was in a separate corner from the weapons she was keeping. “This is a bit that I keep for myself, but I figure I can share just this once.” She pulled out a glass bottle, which seemed to contain a viscous, clear liquid.

He sat up, watching her walk behind him. She removed his shirt. “Thank you for this. Is that oil?” He asked her. He pulled one leg closer to him, but kept his infected leg stretched out. He heard the clink of the glass bottle opening, and then heard her rubbing her hands together. 

 “It is. We got them while stealing from some Noble’s place. He had a whole assortment of them.” She placed her hands on his shoulders, beginning to massage his shoulders and neck. She felt his breath becoming slow and heated, obviously enjoying the sensation. “Now tell me, how is that leg of yours doing?”

 “It’s getting better, I’m sure all thanks to you. The attention you’ve been giving me has been nothing short of spectacular. You’re even better than most of the nurses back home, even if you aren’t a nurse.” He expressed. He felt her hands travel down his back, and could feel her use more oil whenever she needed, but only ever removing one hand.

 “Thank you for the praise, even if I’m not sure it’s deserved. How are you feeling? Are you doing okay?” She asked.

 “It’s incredible, thank you.” He couldn’t help but moan a bit in pleasure as she hit a certain spot on his back. She smirked, sitting forward so that her head was hovering just next to his ear, and rubbing the spot a bit harder.

 “Does it really feel that good? You should give higher praise if you’re going to moan like that in front of a lady. Oh, and that reminds me.” She began to whisper. “I heard a little rumor from some Northern Tribes, who do trade with a few Northern Pirates from Almyra.”

 He could hear the little noises he was making, not even really paying attention to what she was saying. “Oh, well what did you hear?” He whispered back. What was in that oil?

 “I heard that Claude Von Riegan… Looks quite a bit like Crown Prince Khalid from Almyra. But, you wouldn’t know anything about that… Would you?” She moved herself to his front, straddling his waist and beginning to rub his abs and chest, meanwhile making eye contact. “You, with such lovely tanned skin and brown hair. Your eyes are like jewels as well. And that white Wyvern we found while someone was delivering messages to us this morning…” 

 She pieced it together. She, who had only known him for 2 weeks. She had his wyvern? “I don’t know anything about Claude in that sense, but I doubt he’s from Almyra.” He stated, trying to stay calm as she hung her looseley arms around his neck.

 “I’m no fool, Khalid, as much as I’m sure you wish I were by now.” She watched his smile fade. “Don’t worry, I have no reason to out you, and I have no plans to either. Although, I wish you hadn’t lied by calling yourself the name of some Imperial Dog. If I hadn’t known who you were, I would have killed you for being Lorenz, even if we are in Imperial territory.”

 “It’s been a long time since I’ve been called that name…” He trailed. “Why are you so close to me? I know I’m attractive, but usually pretty girls don’t sit in my lap after giving me massages.” He winked at her, causing her to blush and laugh a little. 

 “I just told you that I know some pretty serious information for you to be teasing me like that.” She looked off. “Do you ever miss your home?”

 “Tons. I know I’ll return someday, but I really do miss it seemingly more every minute. I was taken to Fodlan one day, and forced into a Lord role I’m not quite sure I was really meant for. Now I can’t seem to go home until this war is over.” He explained. “Dimitri and Edelgard, even despite their questionable sanity, are much more cut out for leadership than me.”

 “Okay Master Tactician, then tell me,” She stood up, and Claude almost missed her warmth as she did. “Why did Hilda and her crew send me a correspondence saying they would pay any amount to have you back? They even detailed that even if it may take several weeks, they’ll get as much money as necessary together for them to be allowed to get you back.”

 His eyes widened. “They said that? They wanted me back that much?” He asked.

 “Believe it. Of course, I didn’t charge them a thing. Sent a message today for them to send a team ASAP to get you back to the Alliance free of charge.” She smiled at him, as his mouth hung open a bit. “Don’t be dramatic, I just wanna go back to having my own tent. Maybe if you’re lucky they’ll be here in a week. Maybe.”

 “Thank you…” He said quietly. She seemed to be telling the truth, even if he didn’t expect her to do something like that. She was someone he couldn’t read, and certainly didn’t understand. Was she actually out for herself?  Or was there another motive to everything she did?

 She sat down behind him again, and he heard the clink of her glass bottle once more. “You’re going to keep going?” He asked quietly.

 “Do you want me to stop?” 

 “No.”

-

A week later, his leg was basically fine. He could walk, and even run. He found out Y/N had been the one caring for his wyvern when he couldn’t, and it had taken quite a liking to her. She could scratch his neck and he would flip over for her to be able to rub his belly. This was a trick he had only really done for Claude in the past. 

 He had been caring for his wyvern alone when she came to him. “One of my patrols spotted a pink hair girl with a group headed this way. Is that your crew, or should I get worried?” He stood up to face her. “Those are my people, yeah. I guess it’s time to go then, unless you wanna keep me a little longer?”

 She shook her head, laughing. “Nah, I can’t. Besides, you’re too pretty to be in my business. I wouldn’t feel right keeping you here.” She stated, starting to walk away. He pulled her back, holding her close to him firmly.

 “You really think I’m weaker than you just because I’m pretty? Because if so, you’ve underestimated me.” He held her arms behind her back firmly. Their faces were so close… it was a strange feeling. They seemed to get this close almost too often now, as though it were a habit. Khalid’s natural flirtatiousness always made her wonder whether he was messing with her or not, which bothered her to a great extent.

  “Fine, you’re stronger, can you please let me go now?” She asked. In less than an hour, he’d be gone, and she wouldn’t need to worry about him anymore. Why was she worried to begin with? He was just… Claude Von Riegan. Not Khalid. Not extremely attractive, secretly Almyran, Khalid. He was just a Lord from the Alliance.

 He moved his face closer. She could feel his breath on her mouth. “No.” He stated. Why was he doing this? What was his game? Was it just teasing her? 

“Do you want me to kiss you?” He asked after a considerably long pause.

“...”

“You’re not saying no.” His voice was low, and his grip was strong. She couldn’t think enough to say anything in the moment. There weren’t words that were coming to her in the moment. She could feel herself blushing brightly as she closed her eyes.

 His lips were so soft.

  “Claude!” Someone else called. He quickly disconnected from her, letting her go, but still standing next to her. They saw a girl with green hair, and a boy with green hair run towards Claude. “Claude!!” She exclaimed again, jumping up and hugging him. 

 “Hilda was really worried, and so was I.” Green hair explained. “We spent a while searching the area, but figured something had happened when we couldn’t. We kept sending out scouts, and just when we were about to give up, someone found their leader with your Wyvern. He sent us back a message, and judging by how nice he was, I guess we really lucked out.”

 Hilda looked over at Y/N. “And who are you?” She asked.

 “I’m the person who found Claude’s Wyvern. I’m sure if you’ve been running the alliance, I’m sure you can do the math.” She crossed her arms. This was not the first time people had been expecting a man there to greet them.

 “Oh, apologies. I’m Ignatz, and this is Hilda. Thank you for keeping Claude safe, it’s a debt we may never be able to repay.” He bowed, a bit embarrassed to have misinterpreted her gender right in front of her. She couldn’t make them pay for Claude now, right?

 “Wow, you’re really pretty!” Hilda said, walking up to Y/N. “How did you end up here, anyway? Do I know you from someplace?”

 “You’re Goneril, right? That’s where I grew up. My dad was from there, my mom did this her whole life. Mom dies and tells these folk I exist, and I get a once in a lifetime opportunity to travel and do as I please. That means with or without the law to guide me.” Y/N explained. “Maybe I went to school with you at some point.”

Hilda nodded. “Ever think you’ll return home?” She asked. “You could come back with us. Fight for the Alliance some? It could be a great thing to, y’know, have another pretty girl around to pick up some of my slack.”

  Y/N smiled, looking at Claude. “No. I think I’ll stay here. Keep the fun going, though, Hilda. There needs to be more pretty girls like us to show these men how to operate.” She gave Hilda a pat on the shoulder, before walking away.

-

 There was no one but him. Not now. He had asked his friends to go with Dimitri once he had given him the Alliance. The next part of the battle was his own to bear, not theirs. 

 It had been so long since he had this quiet. Not good all the time, but he had to admit, his mind kept drifting back to her and her tent. What had she wanted? It wasn’t actually to return home, or she would have. What had he wanted? Why had he gotten so close to her?

 He heard the front door open, and the tap of shoes against the empty floor. Who was there? He turned around, being greeted by a familiar face. “You sure bet a lot on his royal Highness. I can’t imagine myself doing that, but I guess that’s what makes you the master Tactician.”

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” He asked. He ran up in front of her. “Everything has been a mess since you left, but it seems to be clearing up now. Dimitri and Teach will make good leaders, and I-”

 “You get to go back to Almyra. Is that your big plan?” She asked.  

 “You guessed it. I’m going home to start struggling all over again. Nader is going to meet me there to help me. I want to make things better for my people, just like I’m sure Dimitri will do here.”  He smiled as she hung her arms around his neck.

 “Well, I heard that a final battle was happening for Derdriu. I thought I’d make sure you were okay, and it seems like you turned out alright. Of course, now you wanna leave alone…”

 “But?”

 “You think there’s a but?”

 “Am I too hopeful?” He asked, placing his hands on her hips. 

 “No.” She said. “The but is that I’m coming with you. I’m ready for a new adventure, and I always like to say I’ve been everywhere but Almyra. Besides, someone pretty great is going to start something there, and I’d like to see that vision come to pass. Whatever that vision is, anyway.”

 He sighed. “You’re from Fodlan, and I’m not 100% sure that’s gonna fly.” He said. She gave him a look, and he knew she wasn’t taking ‘No’ for an answer. “But, I guess I’ll figure something out.” He got close to her face again, smirking. “Now, about that kiss in the woods…” 

[katedoesfics]

Shadows of the Yiga | Chapter 8

Talon wasn’t around when Link and Aryll got to the ranch, but they made their way into the paddocks, anyway, each retrieving their favorite horse and bringing them into the barn. The old, battered farm truck pulled up in front of the barn as they brushed and saddled the horses. Talon stepped out, grunting and muttering under his breath as his stiff joints cracked. He stretched his arms over his head, then mosied toward them with his rifle in hand. He spat at the ground before entering the barn, acknowledging Link with a nod and tipping his straw hat to Aryll.

“It’s yer day off, Kid,” he said in a gruff voice. “Fact, shouldn’t she be in school?”

“We’re playing hooky,” Aryll said with a wide grin.

“You know,” Link started, “you’re not supposed to announce it to everyone you talk to.”

Aryll rolled her eyes. “It’s not like I’m telling my teachers.”

Talon smiled and nodded. “Right, then. So, yer cleaning dem stalls afta, hm?”

“Link said I could do it,” Aryll said, still grinning over her horse’s back.

“I dun care who does it,” he said. He thrust the rifle into Link’s arms. “Dem bears ‘ave been out ‘n about, yanno. Shoot ‘em ‘fore they get at my cuccos ‘gain.”

Link shrugged and secured the rifle onto the saddle. It wasn’t the first time he had to shoot a bear or two that had wandered onto the property. Link would have allowed them to take a cucco or two, mainly out of revenge, but it would have only made them come back more frequently, and then he’d never hear the end of it from Talon.

“You trust this idiot with a gun?” Aryll said, frowning.

“If ‘e can defeat the great Ganondorf with a sword, I think ‘e can handle a rifle.”

“He can’t shoot himself in the foot with a sword,” Aryll pointed out.

Talon grinned. “Would you ratha I give ‘im a sword, den?”

Aryll seemed to consider her options for a moment.

Talon slapped Link on the back with a wrinkled hand and tipped his hat at them once more. “‘Ave fun, now.” He shot an invisible rifle. “Shoot ‘em dead.”

“Poor bears,” Aryll said as Talon mosied back into his truck. “All they want is dinner.”

“They’ll eat you for dinner,” Link said.

“Beats peanut butter and banana sandwiches,” she said with a shrug.

They brought their horses out of the barn where they both climbed into their saddles. Aryll took a moment to coo to her horse, reaching down to scratch the gelding’s ears as Link and his steed started onward. Her gelding trotted to catch up to his companion, slowing to a walk as he reached his side. His ears and tail flicked happily as they walked.

They followed the path around the open pastures, along the tree line, and eventually into the woods, where they continued to follow various trails as they twisted this way and that. When the path widened and flattened, they broke into a gallop, racing one another. Most of the time, Link let Aryll slip passed him.

She stood in her stirrups, thrusting a fist in the air and whooping loudly in an attempt to rub her victory in Link’s face.

Before long, the trees thinned, and they eventually stepped out of the forest and into a clearing. Rolling hills stretched out into the countryside of Hyrule and to the horizon. To their right, the land sloped downwards toward a dirt road. Beyond the road lay a thick forest, and the mountain range seemed to spring up from the trees. To their left, the land stretched on until it met the edge of Lake Hylia. The lake was far too wide to see beyond it, but somewhere, the highway stretched over the lake, busy with passing motorists oblivious to the landscape that Aryll and Link enjoyed.

It was like a secret only she and her brother knew about, and it quickly became Aryll’s favorite place to escape to. They often rode out to it, letting their horses stretch their legs, galloping along the ridge of the hills, without a care in the world. It didn’t matter who won or lost; it wasn’t a race, but an escape from their own realities.

This time, however, they did not run away from their lives. Instead, they looked out over the landscape as the horses grazed quietly. A gentle breeze blew through their manes and tails and Aryll sighed. It felt like the first time in a long time where she felt relatively at peace. Despite all that had transpired, she and Link had both come out on top, and she was reminded that over the years, they always did. No matter what life threw at them, they always prevailed, and she felt comfort in that. Link would never let it be otherwise. And neither would she.

She turned to her brother, who was no longer enjoying the peace that came with the view, but instead had his nose in his phone, his fingers flying along the screen as he texted. Aryll took out her own phone, flipping through the filters on her camera until she settled on one with dog ears and a tongue. She held it out at arm’s length until Link was in the picture. He glanced up with an annoyed look on his face, and she snapped the picture.

“Mipha says hi,” Link said dryly as he turned back to his phone.

Aryll glanced at him. “You’re texting her?”

“She called Saturday asking about you.”

She pinched her lips together. “Whatcha talkin’ about now?”

“How many kids we’re gonna have.”

Aryll frowned. “I know you’re being a jerk, but I’d be okay with that.” She watched as he snorted and otherwise ignored her comment, recalling the end of the conversation she overheard in the hospital. Link and Kit were talking about some kind of Yiga Clan. She hadn’t thought anything of it then, or the days that followed, but the more she recalled the moment, the more intrigued she became. It seemed a serious topic, or, at least at one point, but Link had blown it off completely.

“So,” she started, keeping her gaze on Link, hoping to catch a reaction from him when she continued. “What’s the Yiga Clan?���

Link’s fingers paused, but his gaze did not move off the screen. He continued the message after a moment, then slipped the phone back in his pocket. He turned his gaze to the horizon. “The Yiga Clan?”

“Yeah,” Aryll said carefully. “I heard you and Kit talking about it in the hospital.”

His brows furrowed. “You mean his crazy conspiracy theories?”

“I thought the Yiga Clan was real,” she said. “Dad mentioned them once or twice, didn’t he?”

“Yeah, the cult of losers, sure.”

Aryll hesitated. “You said they were rogue Sheikah.”

Link’s gaze met hers. He was angry and suspicious with her. After a moment, he turned away. “They’re nothing to worry about.”

“I don’t know,” Aryll said slowly. “Rogue Sheikah sound like a big problem. What do they want? To bring Ganondorf back or something?”

Link hesitated. “There’s nothing they can do to bring him back,” he said. “Not without breaking Zelda’s seal. And there’s no way to do that without…”

“Without?” Aryll pressed.

“Without the Master Sword,” he said simply. It was the truth, anyway. But he was sure that if it came down to it, they could do whatever they wanted if they had another piece of the Triforce to aid them.

“Oh.” Aryll turned her gaze away. She sensed her brother was hiding something more, but she didn’t press further. “Well, that’s good, then. I don’t want you to be a hero anymore.”

“It’s not exactly a job I can quit,” Link muttered.

“Well, if there’s no danger, then there’s no need for a hero, right?”

Link shrugged. “Sure.”

“You have no sword anymore, anyway,” she continued. “You’d be useless.”

“I don’t need a sword to be useful,” Link said.

Aryll glanced at the rifle on his saddle and bit her lip. “I guess,” she said. “Either way, you don’t stand a chance against a rogue Sheikah.”

“Nope,” he said with a sigh.

Aryll frowned. “Are you sure? That they’re not… a problem?”

Link glanced at her. “Don’t you think if we were in danger, I would have done something about it by now?”

“I guess.”

“Don’t listen to Kit’s shit,” Link said. “The war’s been over for ten years. Everything’s fine.”

Aryll nodded. Of course she was being ridiculous. She got herself nervous over nothing. If the world was in trouble, Link would know about it. And he would fix it.

It was just after noon when they returned to the barn. Once the horses were untacked and back grazing in their paddocks, Link and Aryll turned to the task of mucking stalls and otherwise cleaning the barn for Talon. Talon moseyed into the barn a couple hours later as they were finishing up, and he had his hands on his hips as he inspected the barn with a nod.

“Guess I gotta pay ya for the day,” he said gruffly. “Even though ya came in on yer day off.”

“Nah,” Aryll said with a grin. “I did all the work today.”

“So, I gotta pay you?”

Aryll put a hand on the old man’s shoulder and winked. “This one’s on me since I took your horse out.”

“Ah, he could use a lil’ work,” Talon said. “He’s been gettin’ fat out there on that grass all day.”

“Any time,” Aryll said as she dusted her hands together. “I can drive now. Link said I could take his car whenever I want.”

“The actual phrase was ‘over my dead body,’” he reminded her with a sly glare.

“We’re still working on it,” Aryll said with a nudge to Talon. “Someday.”

“Guess I’ll see ya this weekend?” Talon said, tipping his hat to them. “Don’t  work too hard there, Kid.”

Aryll let her brother drive on the way home, and Link opted to stop to treat them both to ice cream sundaes before making it home for the evening. Both of their sundaes were much larger than necessary, which made up for the fact that they hadn’t eaten lunch, and it seemed reasonable enough to label it as their dinner, too, as neither of them would feel hungry for the rest of the night.

When they got home, Aryll plopped herself down on the couch, letting her legs hang over one end as she lay against the couch on one side. While Link busied himself with the mail, Aryll flipped through the channels on the tv. After finding nothing of interest, she let it stay on a channel that had soap opera reruns playing and instead occupied herself with her phone.

Still, nothing on it caught her interest, and when Link finally sat beside her with a sigh, she took his phone and decided to flip through his apps.

“There’s nothing weird on here, right?” she asked carefully. She opened his social media apps, and finding nothing of interest, chose to send suggestive emojis to Revali insead. She then moved on to searching the internet, particularly searching for an obscene image to plaster on Link’s background. After saving to his phone a variety of images, from fat, naked men, to pink unicorns, She opened the gallery to select one to make as his new background. She scrolled through the albums in search for the images she downloaded, but a few particular albums caught her attention instead.

One album in particular seemed to have images from years ago. Some of them included Link and Mipha together, while others ranged from Link and Riju posing with laser guns and Revali flipping the camera both middle fingers. Among these were even a young Aryll, and a few of her and her father together. It seemed even then, she felt the need to steal her brother’s phone and put ridiculous pictures on it.

A particular video caught her attention, and she opened the file to play it. A six year old Aryll held the phone out in front of her, making faces at herself and giggling. It shifted and moved violently as she skipped about the room. Her face returned, and her tongue stuck out at the corner of her mouth as she concentrated. The image on the screen flipped to her father leaning against the counter. He looked up from his phone and grinned.

“Stop playing with my phone,” came Link’s voice from somewhere off screen. The camera turned to her older brother, standing in the doorway, his brows kit together in annoyance. Aryll giggled from behind the camera and the video jolted again as she hurried out of her brother’s grasp.

“Argh!” came Link’s voice once more. “What the hell? Stop it!”

The video spun around, revealing Link’s head in his father’s arms as Rusl proceeded to dig his knuckles into his son’s skull. Link squirmed in a desperate attempt to get out of his father’s grasp.

“You’re an immature weasel!” Link shouted.

“No evidence!” Rusl shouted, throwing his hand out in a playful attempt to block the camera. Link took advantage of his dropped stance and freed himself. He rubbed his head with his hand and frowned as Aryll giggled.

“I think he lost some brain cells,” Aryll’s voice said.

Rusl grinned. “How can he possibly lose any more? There’s nothing in there!”

The camera dropped and Aryll giggled as her father scooped her up, and the video ended. Aryll held her gaze on it for a moment with a smile, then closed the gallery, completely forgetting her mission to plaster ridiculous images all over her brother’s phone. She let it drop to the couch and sat up, pulling her knees to her chest.

“I’m glad you let me steal your phone all the time,” she said. “And you kept everything.”

Link had been watching her at the corner of his eyes. He turned his gaze back on the tv. “That’s not true,” Link said. “I deleted all the poop emoji pictures you downloaded.”

Aryll grinned. “I forgot I was obsessed with those.”

“You were a weird child,” Link said. “It was mildly concerning.”

Aryll threw a pillow at him. “That’s because I grew up in a weird family.”

“For the record, I was completely normal.”

“Yes, because having the spirit of a hero and a magic triangle on your hand is totally normal.” She rolled her eyes.

“And I still managed to barely skate by in high school,” he reminded her. “Totally normal.”

“Totally lazy.”

“I saved the world. How does that make me lazy?”

“Is that on your resume?”

“Right between barely passed high school and college dropout,” Link said dryly.

“Employers must have been throwing themselves at you.” She sighed and got to her feet. “Speaking of passing high school. I do have finals next week I need to study for.” She offered him a crooked smile. “Thanks for today.”

“Sure.” Link watched his sister leave the room. When she was gone, he trudged into the kitchen, pulling a beer from the fridge. He popped the top, tossed the bottle cap on the counter, and dropped back onto the couch to zone out in front of the tv.

*****

Kohga stood on the cliff just outside of the hidden base, overlooking the vast, empty desert. He had heard Dorian’s approach, but offered the Yiga soldier no greeting. Dorian stood a few yards away from the Yiga leader in silence, making no effort to move any closer, waiting for him to speak. And he did.

“The ward remains over the city,” Kohga said. “All these years it has held strong. But I’m not surprised. Even in her aging years, Impa has remarkable abilities.” He glanced over his shoulder at Dorian. “I would have preferred it if you had killed her when I asked, but I can’t say I didn’t understand your resilience. You’ve gathered a lot of intel from within the city walls. And it seems you were right, afterall. My patience has paid off.” He turned to look back out over the desert. “I knew it would be next to impossible to get my hands on Zelda, but it seems Link has finally come out from the shadows, just as I hoped he would. The ward is strongest inside the city. Every time he leaves those boundaries, it grew weaker around him. My men have found him at last. We can finally get our hands on the great Chosen Hero and his little piece of the Triforce.”

“Zelda will look for him,” Dorian confirmed with certainty. “I cannot promise she will be alone, however.”

“I am not concerned about those Champions,” Kohga said, blowing him off with a wave of his hand. He looked over his shoulder at Dorian once more and grinned. “Are you?”

“Of course not.”

“Good,” Kohga said with a nod. “I know you will be able to finish them just as you did Rusl. They will hardly be a hindrance in our plan. It’s only a matter of time before we have the Triforce in our possession. I am confident we will be able to use it to its full potential and revive Ganondorf once more. And I will have much pleasure in turning Hyrule’s Heroes against them.” He turned to face Dorian completely. “You have done well, Dorian. Keep up your appearances with Impa and Roham. Should anything more of note transpire, do be sure to let me know, hm?”

[chocobostrinket]

I don’t know what I was up to last night, but I ended up writing a thing with another OC. She does have a name, but you never get to find out what it is. Sort of a witchy sort of character. There was a storm last night, and that made me want to write something. So here’s this. Thanks for reading if you do!  

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She wasn’t aware of someone in her house with her until the needle and thread were taken out of her hands. It didn’t surprise her, though it should have. It annoyed her.

“I wasn’t finished with that,” she said, her voice soft, lifting her head to look at her guest.

It was only then that she noticed how stiff her neck was, and how sore the movement made her. She’d been so wrapped up in her work that the whole night had passed her by while she’d been hunched over her beads. Her eyebrows pulled downward and her mouth pulled back, a grimace, as if she’d forgotten that she had a body. But it was no matter she decided. She wasn’t finished. She began to reach across the table to take back the tools of her trade. But a spike of pain from her fingers made her pause, and she could see that they might have been poked with that same needle more than once as she worked. Aside from that, they refused to move, muscles locked from long hours doing delicate work.

“Ah,” was all she said at the realization, “Trapped in my head again.”

Across from her, Nyx set down the needle and thread on the table and clicked his tongue in disapproval.

“You know you shouldn’t fixate on things like this, it’s not good for you,” he said, walking over and took one of her hands in his own.

She shrugged at that, “I promise you, it’s not done on purpose.”

Nyx looked over her hand, mapping out the damage done, and then in a burst of sparks he held bandages. He usually kept them there for missions but needed them now. He’d replace them later, he decided. He knelt down then and began to cover the needle marks first though they no longer bled, and then began wrapping down her finger.

Seeing what he was doing made her sigh, “You don’t have to-“

“But I will.” Nyx said firmly to her, ensuring that there was no argument between them.

She allowed it then, letting Nyx wrap her fingers, only wincing when he forced movement back into them. By the time he was finished, she could flex her hands again, albeit slowly, and move her wrists. Though they popped with the movement and pain radiated from her bones. It was fine, she thought, she was used to it after all.

Nyx, however, mentally winced at the action and sound. The girl before him was younger than him, but he wasn’t sure by how much. No one knew much about her either. She’d just appeared one day, or perhaps had been there the whole time and no one noticed. Until they did. They learned even less about her as time passed. Only that she was one of the very few remaining crafts people left from Galahd. And that she was hurting. Lost in her grief. For what, or who, no one knew. Sometimes, neither did she.

“Do you know what day it is?” Nyx asked, rising from where he’d been kneeling.

She tilted her head and looked at the floor, as if she’d find the answer there, “If you’re here, it means it’s… Thursday?”

A soft sigh left Nyx. At least she was trying. “Tuesday actually, but close enough kid.”

The girl was strange in that fact that she’d known all their names and faces, and never forgot them after meeting them. But she forgot basic things. Like the current date, or to eat, or to sleep. So, they took turns checking on her if they could. They weren’t always around, due to deployment or assignments, but she’d manage fine without them. Or rather, she survived. Which was no way to live.

Sometimes, she scared them with her habits. She was someone who was in the background, and never stepped out of it. Someone who could fade away and no one would notice. A quiet, slip of a person, who at times would seem miles away in the same room. She was always cold, like the chill left after a storm. He worried about her but knew that she was trying her best not to worry any of them.

“Never where a ring, Nyx.” She said suddenly, breaking into his thoughts. She nodded, seemingly deciding that the words sounded right, and continued, “They can’t be trusted you know.”

He flashed a smile at her, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

She hummed in acknowledgment, and then looked over at the clock. It was early morning, before Nyx had to go to work she reminded herself. That was why he was here. She looked back to him as he finished wrapping her last finger.

“Thank you.” She said, mostly out of reflex, pulling her hand to herself to inspect his work. Mainly because she’d never been able to get bandages to behave as he did.

He nodded in response, sitting down in one of her nearby chairs. “No problem.”

They talked about nothing then. Speaking about how their day went yesterday, and what they were going to be up to today. She kept a notebook, to remind herself of things, like how she needed to go to the store. She was out of tea. And food, he pointed out, and briefly made a light-hearted threat about letting Libertus host another get-together. The thought of the chaos from the last time made her laugh. If he got a laugh or two out of her, it was a win in his book. By the time he needed to leave, she seemed a little more grounded than before.

He got up and walked over to the door. She followed him, just to see him out, though she didn’t know why. Perhaps because it was polite?

But then, she didn’t think to hard about it, and stated, “Thanks for coming over.”

In truth, she meant thanks for looking out for her. There had been others looking out for her, she thinks, at one point in time. But they were forgotten, leaving only hollow spots in her memory of where they used to be.

“No problem.” He gave her a smile, knowing what she meant. Honestly, she helped him just as much. A thought occurred to him then, and not for the first time. It was a question he hoped would have a different answer each time he asked.

“Are you ever going to tell us your name?” Nyx asked before he went through the door.

She shot him a small, but so very tired, smile, “I’m not sure what it is myself most days.”

He huffed then, in amusement or worry he wasn’t sure, and left.

~

She stood in the storm, looking up at the sky while lightning flashed overhead. Transfixed by the sight, she didn’t notice a group of people wandering in the storm as well.

“She’s over here!” Someone called, but she didn’t connect it to herself until an umbrella obscured her view of the sky, and a jacket was placed around her shoulders.

“Heathen or healer?” She asked.

She looked them all in the eye, and it unsettled them. They were unsure of how to handle her. She was getting worse as time went on. But better as well. Livelier. It was a strange balance. Sometimes, she was near normal. Other times, they worried she’d disappear. Wandering away from her home how she did was becoming common place. She didn’t even have her shoes on.

“I’m not sure what you mean.” Crowe said, placing her shoes on the ground and helping her step into them. She, in turn, placed a hand on Crowe’s arm to balance. Sometimes it helped to talk to her. Helped her find her way back from where ever she got lost.

“My name. It means either heathen or healer, and I can’t remember which one is right.” She looked at Crowe in the eye then, and a chill went down her spine.

Her eyes, while normally brown, seemed black in the storm. Empty, but ageless. A void. It made Crowe’s breath catch, and it felt like the world went still.

With a surprising amount of lucidity, she said, “When someone asks you to leave the city, without anyone else, Don’t Go.”

Her heart beat echoed at the last two words, a resounding thud that made the world feel like it was reverberating around her. A compulsion to agree over came her, but she shook her head then, and got back on track.

“Sometimes you don’t make sense.”

The moment was over as soon as she spoke. With too bright of eyes, she turned away to look into the night and replied, “Does anyone?”

~

Storm touched, the elders called her. Those that were left anyways. They were rare people who had strange unseen gifts around them. There were others in some of the groups of refugees, when they came to the city. But most were lost to the transition to city life, labeled as mentally ill by Insomnian doctors. But by their traditions, they had been people who spoke to the storms and the storm answered. There was risk to them though. Their gift was dangerous if they weren’t careful with it.

She would think on what she was told, being one of the last that they’d found, and try to reach for memories that were disjointed, out of order, or simply weren’t hers. It would make her dizzy if she thought too hard about it. Everything became confusing around her, and sometimes, her heartbeat felt so slow in her chest that she would wonder if she could stop it’s beating with a thought. Trying to reach for the past was difficult no matter what she did.

It made her wonder at what she did to have lost so much.

She gave up when her head started hurting, a sign she knew well by now, and spoke out loud as she put on a kettle of water for tea, “A storm is coming.”

“Is that right?” Libertus, she hadn’t realized he was there, said. She’d opened the door for him, now that she thought about it.

“My head hurts.” She replied, “Doesn’t your leg?”

His face twisted at her words in confusion. “Why would my leg hurt?”

She turned to look at him, the answer on the tip of her tongue, but as soon as she saw his leg, normal and healthy, it was gone. Vanished. She frowned and then turned back to the stove.

“Why indeed.”

It was one of those memories, she thought. She remembered him hurting his leg but couldn’t place it. Though it was obscured to her when she thought about it. Hazy. After images of a things that hadn’t and had happened, she understood. But it didn’t make sense to her. But also, considering Libertus hadn’t hurt his leg at all, she didn’t know what to think. Another imagined memory perhaps.

Perhaps.

“You alright?” He asked when she turned back to the kettle.

“I think so.” She said, “I might have gotten confused again.”

“Just let us know if you think it’s going to get worse, alright?” He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table as he watched her.

“I will,” she promised. It was what worked for them all, now that she had a somewhat stable pattern in her life. Though, she didn’t like relying on them so much, they had managed to tether her to the here and now. She didn’t know what she’d do without them when they were gone.

Why would they be gone?

She put it out of her mind to think on later, and went back to making tea.

[yourjughead]

Legacy 2.0

From Sweet Pea x Reader perspective.

You must read the OG Legacy parts linked in the fic for the story to flesh out correctly, part 6 and 7 do not take place in this version for obvious reasons . This is so long i dont actually expect anyone to read it through but it took a lot of work and if you do read all of it that would make me really happy.

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Part 1 “Who the fuck does he think he is?!” “Calm down Pea its not that big of a deal” “It is to me” you just rolled your eyes at your Second and then returned to watching him pace your back office of the Warehouse while you sat up on your desk. “He crossed a line and then kept crossing it, he was trying to wind me up” “He’s new give him time” “He's a Legacy, he should know all of this stuff already, we shouldn't have to teach him” Sweet Pea stopped pacing in front of you, he put his hands on your thighs to prop himself up. “You know he’s into you yeah?” “Really? Do you think so?” you put on this fake excited voice and widened your eyes, he just rolled his eyes at your sarcasm and pushed back off your legs. “Hey Pea” you pulled his attention back to you effortlessly “What?” “Your jealousy is showing” “It's not jealousy, it's concern” he whined and caught you by the shoulders and shook you playfully till you slid off the desk and were chest to chest with him. “Peaaaa stop making something out of nothing, you might end up liking him, you could be friends” you gave him little jabs into the chest and then he threw his heavy arms around your shoulders and hugged you entirely, he then threw all his weight against you and you whined laughing under the force. “Stoooooop” you tried pushing him back as he continued to exert more force, you both laughing. “You're.crushing.me” “Good” you then moved quickly to the side and we went hands to the desk. “You're the worst Second” he put his hand to his heart feigning hurt. “I'm the best Second, one day you'll be mine” “Dream on little boy, not unless i get shot and die” “I can't wait for the day” of course this was all witty banter between partners in crime, confidants, best friends. “Shut up, you couldn't handle my job” “What you mean never turning up to school and having everyone bow down at your feet” you chuckled lightly and returned to sit at your desk. Of course he knew there was more to it than that but you didn't like talking about it as much. “And don't you forget it, I'm the Don” “Your dad is the Don” “I'm the Don adjacent” “Well will the Don adjacent be gracing us with her presence at school this week?” “Ughhhhh i went today didn't I?” he just threw you look and you once again rolled your eyes. You didn't like school, never have, wasn't for you and that suited everyone except for Sweet Pea but only because it meant less time with you and more time for him wrangling the jrs in school, that was his job after all. Babysitting. You got to spend less time focusing on school and more time on the gang while he got to babysit, it was leverage you loved to use. “I won't be in for at least two weeks, I’ll leave the babies to you” “Oh course you will, life of a working mom, maybe I should get a second” “You're my second you don't get a second” “They could be your third” “Or I could just make you work three times as hard” “You could-” he slid onto the desk and you stared up at him from the chair “-but then there would be no time for fun” he gestured over his shoulder to the sound of jrs flooding the Warehouse ready to relax after school. You rolled your eyes and signalled for him to leave and have fun before pulling your chair back into your desk. “No no you too” “Pea” “Yn” “Pea” “Ynnnnnn” “Dont” “Don't what” he jumped off the desk and half circled your chair. “Don't do THIS!” you half shrieked when lifted you from your chair and threw you over his shoulder laughing while you shrieked bloody murder and attempted to catch your breath though tears of laughter. “Am I interrupting something?” the both of your heads shot to the door and Sweet Pea dropped you to his side and the two of you were like like two kids caught with your hands in the cookies jar. “No sir” “No dad” you both answered in unison. “Hmph, yn, meet me upstairs we have work” he deadpanned and then left the room, you and Sweet Pea immediately releasing a sigh of relief. You loved your Dad, you did but it would take Sweet Pea taking a bullet for you or something for him to approve of you two together. He didn't believe in a leader falling for their second which was fair enough but not to you two. It was the elephant in the room and that's how it would stay. “I better…” “Yeah” ~ Part 2 ~ “What.just.happened” “We were ambushed” “Wow really Fangs I would have never guessed, get out” “Yn” “Get out!” you threw yourself down in your office chair and put a hand to your head. Fangs looked at Toni and Sweet Pea panickedly. You looked out from behind your fingers and that got him to scatter. “Toni go help Fangs with diagnostics, yn and i will be with you in a second” she nodded slowly, leaving. Sweet Pea rested against your desk and watched you stress out. “Yn...yn were you and Jughead…” your hands dropped to your legs and you gave him as completely over it look. “Really? Really Pea” “Sorry, I just...did you two…” “REALLY SWEET PEA?! RIGHT NOW! WE JUST GOT AMBUSHED AND YOU'RE ASKING ME ABOUT JUGHEAD?!” “I FUCKING KNEW IT! YOU LIKE HIM” “WELL I CANT FUCKING HAVE YOU CAN I!” and there it was, you clasped your hands over your mouth and tears started to form. “Ynn i got here as soon as i cou- what's going on? Why is it every fucking time I come into this damn office I feel like I’m interrupting something between you two that shouldn't even be fucking happening! Sweet Pea you are on full security with Fangs and-” “I dont need a baby sitter dad-” “I’m not talking to you right now YN. We’ll discuss this further later Sweet Pea, get Fangs and ill meet you in 20” Sweet Pea nodded and looked at you like his heart was breaking and it was, he knew exactly what your dad was going to say to you when he closed that door but he had to anyway. “Yn you know my opinion on you and Sweet Pea” “Yes dad, I’m thinking of getting it tattooed on my arm” “Don't be smart with me. Where were you tonight, i heard from some others you were nowhere to be seen before the attack” “I was with FPs son, we were just talking, it was his first gathering and he was feeling overwhelmed and-” you were trying to keep your voice as level as possible as your dad stared at you with his piercing eyes. “Now there’s a good match, Legacy blood sticking together” “Dad, we have more important things to do then talk about my love life” “Hmm, I’m putting you on look out where you'll be safe” you released audible annoyance and he waved it off before leaving. ~ Pt.3 ~ The hospital emergency doors were flung open viciously as Serpents ascended on the ER like seagulls flocking a single piece of bread. They all went in their own directions to where they knew where their closest were being treated after another ambush. Sweet Pea stomped the wards, ran the wards looking for you, not even sure what really happened. “Oh my god yn!” you leapt off the seat outside of Jugheads room and into his arms. You were completely clung to him and he had actually lifted you from the floor, you were sobbing into his chest while he had buried his head in the crook of your neck. “They-they wont l-et me go i-n and see h-im right now th-ey’re just cle-aning him up after sur-gery” he let your feet touch the ground again but didn't let you go as your voice shook. “Yn it's going to be okay darling, he’ll be okay, I’m so glad you're okay, i was so worried” “I could have been shot, i could have died” “Shhh” he stroked your hair gently wishing you to stop crying, it hurt him in every cell of his body. You both stood like this for over an hour until finally you and Sweet Pea were allowed inside with Toni following soon after. ~ Part 4 ~ That was it for you, it was the straw that broke the camel's back. You completely pulled back from life involving him, including interaction with any of the Jrs. You became more involved with Senior work which made your dad entirely happy and Sweet Pea worried. ~ Part 5 ~ “IM GOING TO KILL HIM YN” “Morning Sweet Pea oh please come into my office without knocking, How are you? I’m good, your party was fun last night, yeah it was a mess” you cocked an  eyebrow at him over the desk after finishing your sarcastic conversation. “Yn, i don’t care if he took a bullet for you-” “-Your sense of care for me is overwhelming” you stood from your desk to lean against it. “You know i care about you, I’m not in the mood for our usual banter yn” “Calm down Pea, the vein is going to pop out of your head, what’s wrong?” you stepped closer to him, catching him by the forearms and rubbing them gently. “I know what Jughead did” you took a step back but not releasing his arms. “It’s water under the-” “It hurt you, he hurt you. I'm going to bury him under the warehouse” he broke from you and began angrily pacing the room. “I don’t even care about the fact your dad is singing his praises, he hu-” “Ding ding ding, we have the root of the problem” “It’s not the root of the problem” “Sweet pea-” “Why aren't I good enough for you?! I work hard, i pull my weight, I’m always there for you, we have a laugh together and yet- that’s not enough” Sweet Pea tried his hardest to stop his voice from shaking but to no avail, he was coming undone at the seams. “Pea” “No, no just forget it, i understand the rules i just don’t like them, forget I said anything” he went to leave but you caught kind of rushly and dragged him back to meet you. This was not the first time you two had kissed but it was the first time you did it sober and it was so much better, especially since you’d actually remember this one. It went from sweet to hungry, almost violently hungry. “Pea-Pea lock the door” you pressed him backwards breathlessly, still kissing when you blindly locked the door behind his back. His mouth connected with your neck and he pushed your head back for more access and you went willingly. It was his turn to push you back until the backs of your legs hit the desk. He tucked his arms under you to lift you, you gasped and knotted your hands in his hair, he dropped you down on the desk and you wrapped your legs around his waist pulling him in deeper. You tugged his jacket off and it didn't even touch the ground before you were pulling off his shirt. You ran your hands up his toned abs and across his pecs and back to his shoulders while Sweet Peas hands ran up and down your thighs. “Maybe we shouldn't do this in your office” “Yeah you're right” they were just words, he still pulled your shirt over your head before you reconnected to his neck, making sure to pay special attention to his tattoo. He pressed your back against the desk and lifted you slightly for you to shift out of your pants, him doing the same. “Umm Do you have a-” “Yeah two seconds” “Isn't that very presumptuous of you, do you have a lot of office sex” he laughed as you reached for your desk drawer and tossing him the condom upon retrieval. “Wouldn't you like to know” you winked as Sweet Pea  pushed you back to the desk, kissing down your chest and stomach while you hummed. His mouth returned to your neck and you could feel his growing member near your heat, you helped to guide him and then you both gasped with the sudden overwhelming pleasure of being this close. Sweet Pea pulled you by the hips further down the desk before he began moving properly. You dug your nails into his back while your own arched. He groaned loudly and you put a finger to his lip shushing him to be quiet, remembering there are probably people buzzing around the door. “I don't want to be quiet, i want everyone to know you're mine” you rolled your eyes before beckoning him to continue moving as your band tightened. It was building pressure begging to be released and when it was you clung to his chest and tried to muffle your moans in his shoulder, he doing the same to you briefly after. You two laid out on the large mahogany desk for a bit before getting dressed again. “I, i can't believe that just happened” “It was only a matter of time Pea” you shoved him as you slotted on your serpent jacket. “You know Pea, Jughead is going to do itiation” “Good for him” “Which means the gauntlet and you have to promise me you wont completely mangle him okay?” “I make no such promise” “As your girlfr- or emm” “As my girlfriend what? If anything that gives me more of reason to nearly kill him” you rolled your eyes heading for door but not before interlocking hands with Sweet Pea. “Wait your dad might be out there” “I dont care Pea, i can handle him, i want to be with you...aww look you're blushing” “I am not, you are!” he totally was and you found it utterly adorable.

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Props to you if you read the whole thing honestly.

[alittleranting]

Barista in Love (11/13)

Chapter 11

   (Hoseok's POV)

You saw [Y/N] storming out and wanted to go after her but as you got up Jae came up to you with tears streaming down his face.

"What am I doing Hoseok? What am I doing!? I'm ruining everything. Why can't I just say what I'm thinking instead of blabbering without thinking at all. I'm gonna lose her, I just know it. Hobi you have to make her happy."

"Wait calm down. What are you talking about?"

"[Y/N]... I .. I'm just not good enough for her and you're better. Uh.. Why's love so fucking complicated!?"

"Lo-Love? You mean you love her?"

"Of course I do! Do you looked at her? Talked to her? She's gorgeous.."

"Yeah I know... but wait. WAIT ONE SECOND. Is that why you act like a stupid motherfucker!? Cuz you were jealous!?" Jae looked at you in shock you never really swear and he never saw you so pissed.

"Kind off..." Jae smiled ashamed at you. You were so close to actually punch him in the face but you wanted to go after [Y/N].

"I'm going to search for [Y/N]. I'm going to pick you guys up later."

"Search? She's on the toilet."

"OK." Toilet... So they talked and she got frustrated with him again. You were so angry and stomped off. The fresh air made you cough, it was so stuffy inside the club that the cold air was too much for your lungs. You looked around but couldn't find her, instead you spotted Sungjin and that other guy who were about to get into a cab.

"Sungjin wait!" You shouted of the top of your lungs because of the loud music from inside but they didn't hear you and drove off.

"Dammit..." You searched your pockets and found your carkey... You hesitated for a second, you weren't sober... but you hadn't drank that much... You ran to your car and got inside. Fuck it, I have to find her. You started the engine and drove the way you came from; slow enough to look for her but not too slow to look suspicious. You just drove around for a few minutes but it drove you insane that you hadn't found her yet. But then.. There she was. You spotted her and she was circled by three man. You parked your car just on the street not caring if it wasn't allowed and sprint over to her.

"Babe here you are. I was worried and searched for you. Who are you guys? Leave my girlfriend alone!" [Y/N] looked confused but thankful at the same time.

"Girlfriend? You mean your slut. She totally looks like a hooker!" The three laughed and you didn't think twice before your fist lands on the nose of the one who spoke. The guy fell on the ground and his friends just widend their eyes. You graped [Y/N] by her hand and drag her to your car but midway she stops you and hugs you tight. You rub her back and cares her cheek while you eye the guys in the background. As she looks up to you she suddenly kisses you.

"Wha- what was that for?"

"Just a honest 'thank you'." You weren't sure if she really wanted to kiss you or if the liquor made her do it. Nontheless you enjoyed it. Once both of you were in your car you drove her home. You brought her into her apartment because you wanted to make sure she's fine and heading to bed. You waited in the kitches while [Y/N] wanted to change her clothes. You looked down on your knuckles which were bleeding. You looked back up as you hear the door creak just to see [Y/N] in a white fluffy robe you smile fondly at her and she smiles back but her smile fades when she sees your hand.

"Damn you really hit that asshole quite hard. Wait I have bandages here somewhere." She ran into the bathroom and came back with a bottle, white medical tape and something that looked like cloth scraps. She dabs some clear alcohol on your knuckles and you wince.

"I'm sorry. I'll try to be more careful." She genuily looked concerned.

"It's fine. I'm a big boy already, you know." She giggled. You couldn't take your eyes of her while she patched up your wound. As she finished she looked up to you and smirked.

"All done." She kissed the improvised bandage.

"So it heals better, big boy." She winked and stuck her tongue out. You couldn't resist but kiss her again. This time she kissed you back and slung her arms around your neck. You picked her up and placed her on the kitchen counter next to the coffee machine. You pause and although [Y/N] was about to glide her hands down your body you stopped her by graping her wrists tightly.

"So you're dominant. I like that." She sounded so sexy and you really wanted to fuck her but you couldn't risk it. You let go of her wrists and step back.

"Coffee?"

"What?"

"Do you want some coffee?" You pointed at the machine next to her.

"Ehm.. what exactly is happening right now? Weren't we about to get down?"

"Yes.. but.. you're drunk. I don't want to make use of that. I'll better go. I have to pick up the others. It's almost 3am."

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([Y/N]'s POV)

You watch Hoseok leave. He just left... You slip from the counter and look at the coffee machine. Coffee doesn't sound that bad... You start the machine and while the coffee slowly drips into the carafe you decide to take a shower. Exept for the robe you're naked anyways... So much for the plan to fuck Hobi to get back on Jae. Maybe it's better you two didn't step further although he actually turned you on. You finish your shower, slip into PJ's and drink your almost cold coffee. It's 3:22am.. I'm awake and begin to sober up... what should I do? TV! The first thing that came to your mind was to watch some movie in the middle of the night. You lay down on your sofa and zapp through the channels, you stop at a documentary. Nothing really interesting but it will do. You watch the bright screen for some time while your eyelids get heavier and you fall asleep.

You wake up as someone rapidly shakes at your door handle and kicks frustrated against the door. You're terrified. Who the fuck's that?

"God dammit are you kidding me? I'm never ever that drunk that I can't open my own door..." Was that Jae? You move closer to the door.

"Jae is that you?"

"[Y/N]? What are you doing in my aparment?" You open the door and look confused at him.

"This's my apartment. Yours is over there." You point at his door but Jae shakes his head.

"Nah home is were you are! Come here." He hugs you really tight.

"Calm down boy and let go of me." But Jae just snuggles into the crook of your neck.

"Ya Jae! Let go!" He actually steps back.

"You're drunk."

"I know."

"Go to sleep."

"OK." He started walking to your bedroom but you hold his arm.

"I mean in your bed."

"But this is my bed, isn't it?"

"No not anymore."

"But I want it to be my bed again!"

"What?"

"Can I sleep with you?"

"What!?"

"I mean just us two cuddling in our bed?"

"Jae that's not a good idea. I-" You couldn't finish you sentence because Jae ran into the bathroom and vomited. You deeply hoped that he aimed for the toilet and you were lucky because he actually used it. You got in the room next to your bedroom which you liked to call your office although you used it more as a boxroom. You searched for a bucket and found one. You placed it next to the sofa as well as some painkillers and water. You hear the toilet flush and went to grap Jae and place him on your sofa. You strip of his jacket and shoes while he already lays there half asleep. You shake your head but can't suppress the urge to smile over this idiot.

"Thanks [Y/N]. I love ya." You just stood there for the next 10 minutes thinking about his last words. As you hear a gentle snore coming from him you have the courage to answer.

"I love you too." You sigh and go to bed.

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As you wake up your room is flooded with the aroma of bacon. Smells like an apology to you. When you walk into the kitchen you see, as expected, Jae standing at the stove again.

"Oh you're awake great. Listen I-"

"Don't say anything."

"But I-"

"Psst." You lay your finger on his lips and grab a slice of bacon. You take a bite and smile happily.

"I accept your apology. Tastes good, as expected." You kiss his cheek and he blushes wildly.

"Th-that's great. BUT would you go out with me today?"

"A date?" You almost choked on your bacon.

"Kind of.. more like an extended apology."

"Oh ok, sure." Dammit. While you ate you check your phone for a message from Hoseok.

Hoseok

Hobi

Mornin'. I hope you rested well.

Also.. I know Jae is an idiot but don't be too harsh to him.

Love you. ♥

Mh? What does he mean? Damn I don't remember everything from yesterday...

Hoseok

[Y/N]

Good morning. Yes everything's fine.

Thanks again for yesterday. ♥

Suddenly another message pops up.

Jennie

Jennie

Hi Cutie.

I'm thowing a party at my boutique tonight because tomorrow is going to be the opening. You wanna come?

[Y/N]

Sorry no party for me today but if it's ok Im going to visit you earlier.

Jennie

What a pity but fine. See you later. ♥

[Jennie send you her position]

I hope Jae's ok with dropping by. I really miss them and I'm excited to see the location.

"Jae would it be ok if we visit some friends of mine after we ate?"

"Sure thing."

"Nice. I'll get dressed. You probably want to shower."

"You bet." You both laughed and you had to admit you really missed this.

About ten minutes you were searching now for some shoes you could pair with your black high waisted ripped jeans and your cute wine red crop top as you hear Jae behind you.

"You ready?"

"Almost.. I just can't find those damn shoes..."

"Just wear some black ones."

"Oh wow really?" You put your middlefinger up.

"I'm gonna find those fucking wine red converse and if it's the last thing I'm going to do!"

"If you stick that finger up again it definitly will be the last thing you do!"

"Are you threatening me?"

"Maybe..." Jae's voice sounded bitter sweet and you laughed. Before Jae could open his mouth again you scream.

"VICTORY!!! I found them!"

"Great." Jae gave you two thumbs up and left the room. You put your shoes on, take your belongings and throw them in a backpack. Jae was already waiting at the door.

"Leggo." You two decided to eat nearby the boutique. There was a nice little restaurant that was small but had a very homely vibe to it. It was a family business and the owners were really nice. Jae and you had a great meal and a nice chat but then he asked:

"Say.. What do you remember from last night?" You pause. Is he really going to bring that up though...

"Not everything but most parts. Why?"

"Cuz I don't remember much..."

"Oh ok.. What do you remember. Maybe I can help." You weren't sure if you even wanted to know what he remembers.

"Mh let me think. I remember you dancing throughout the whole night. I remember meeting Sungjin and Wonpil. I also remember that Haru and you fought and that I searched for you. Then you went to the toilet and I began drinking way too much for no particular reason.. I guess."

"Mh yeah." So he doesn't know that it was a lie, does he? You weren't sure. He remembers everything before you left so he has to remember that blonde barbie...

"How did we even came home?" That at least answers one of your questions. He think's we were together the whole night but what is his apology about if not last night? Damn I should have listened to him.

"Hoseok drove all of us home."

"Ah. He's just the best isn't he."

"Yeah he's great." You smiled wide and you thought you saw a glimps of sadness in Jae's eyes.

"So, are we done? Should we go to the boutique?"

"Sure. Let me pay."

"OK thanks." You got up to wait outside. When Jae came you began to walk to the store. It was bigger than you expected and you were amazed. There was a pink neon sign saying 'Blackpink' and the big door was made out of almost black wood. You enter and the inside was stunning; the walls were pink and the furniture black. The name of the store was definitly fitting.

"Hello? Jennie? Someone here?"

"[Y/N]!!! You're here!"

"Oh hi Lisa." Lisa came to you and hugged you tight.

"I missed you honey."

"I missed you too. Where's Jennie?"

"She's upstairs. And who are you?"

"Hello. I'm Jae." Lisa raised an eyebrow and looked at you questioning who exactly he is.

"That's the friend I told you about. He's the new tenant of your old apartment."

"Ah nice to meet you."

"[Y/N], I tought you wouldn't make it." Jennie popped into your sight.

"Of course. I told you I would come over."

"Come girl we HAVE to talk." Jennie guided you upstairs and showed you their new home. Jae stayed downstairs. Suddenly you felt sorry that you dragged him with you here.

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(Jae's POV)

And there she goes... What should I do now?

"So boy, let me tell you, this is going to take some time maybe you just wanna go somewhere and [Y/N] calls you when she's done or you just go home." That Lisa girl infront of you sounded really annoyed with you and you didn't even know why.

"No it's fine. I'll take care of him." An undesirable familiar voice was heared and as you turn around there was that blonde girl from last night.

"Oh ehm hi... what are you doing here?"

"I work here." You thought this was a joke. Out of all boutiques and out of all friends [Y/N] has, that girl really had to work HERE!?

"The better question is what are you doing here?"

"Ehm..." You didn't know an answer. You weren't sure if you wanted to tell her, that you're with the girl who called her a stupid hoe. You wanted to turn back to Lisa for moral support but she was gone.

"What ever doesn't matter. Say do you wanna exchange phone numbers? I would like to meet you again."

"Su-sure why not." You handed her your phone not knowing what exactly was going on right now but you swore to yourself that you wanted to learn how to say 'no' more often.

"OK all done. I'll call you after I'm done here. Gotta go back to work."

"Sure. See ya." You checked your phone for her name. Miso? There doesn't ring a bell. Did she even tell you her name? You quickly text her a 'Hi. It's Jae." so she also has your phone number. You step outside and take a deep breath. Someone lays a hand on your shoulder.

"Everything alright?"

"Yeah don't worry. Let's go home ok?"

"Sure. I'll just say goodbye." [Y/N] frowned but luckily she didn't ask any further. You took the bus and rode home. You were tense but [Y/N] didn't seem to notice it. As you both walked in the apartment you through your jacket and shoes in a corner.

"You gonna stay here?"

"If it's ok... I still didn't talk to Mrs. Yoon... I probably should do that soon. Summer's about to end and without warm water and stuff it's going to be rough."

"Oh ok yes. No problem. You know my home is your home."

You two spend the evening on the sofa. It felt so uncomplicated and save. Just like home.. again. You were happy. This. Hugging her and just laying in her embrance. You suppressed the urge to kiss her but you swore that one day you're going to do it. Lost in your thoughts you didn't notice that your phone was ringing.

"Jae? Don't you wanna pick up."

"Mh?"

"Your phone?"

"Oh yeah.." You actually picked up.

"Hello? - Oh yeah sure..-When? - Now? - Mh.. I'll text you."

"Is something wrong?"

"No everythings fine. Mi-Haru just asked if I could come over and help her. After all she's still my best friend and I think I'll go to her for a while."

"Sure I can understand that. Say Hobi hello from me."

"Will do." You got up, put your shoes on and take your jacket.

"See you later."

"Ah Jae wait!"

"Mh?"

"Here take my sparekey. Now you can always come inside."

"Thanks." You smiled wide. Wow she really trust me.. and I.. just lied to her. Good job. You rolled with your eyes and lend against the wall. Nontheless you start walking until you reach your destination. And again I'm here. You look up to the neon sign and sigh. What the hell am I doing.. I should go... You actually wanted to turn around as the door swung open.

"There you are."

"Yeah.. I was just about to come in..." Miso took your arm and walked you inside. It was pretty full and loud. You just hoped that you wouldn't meet Jennie or Lisa.

"I'll have to help and serve the guests but all in all I'll going to have time for you."

"Sure. Don't stress yourself."

"Here drink that."

"Ehm thanks..." You chuck down the liqour and feel it burn inside your throat. Everytime your glass was empty you took anotherone. You needed it to relax and push away the guilt but on the other side you knew you would regret this evening.

About two hours pass and you talked to some people you didn't nor really wanted to know. Miso came up to you.

"I'm finished. Let's go."

"Where are we going?"

"To my place." You gulped.

"OK." She dragged you along and lead you to her flat which was nearby.

"Welcome to my place. Make yourself comfortable."

"Sure. Say where is the bathroom?" She showed you the small room and pointed at another door.

"I'll wait in there for you." She winked and the only thing you could do was gulp again. You peed, washed your hands and just stared into the mirror for a while. You opened the bathroom door and stood infront of what you assumed was her bedroom door. You hesitated but walked inside.

[nylaaaaa]

Little Secret

Chapter 3. Introducing Mathias

Cabbage for sale! Get your cabbage for sale here! Wouldn't want to spend the harvest eating a bland dinner now would we?" 

"Tomatoes for sale! Ripe and fresh! Perfect for all occasions!"

I ducked and weaved past all the stalls that scatter the outskirts of the castle. An abundance of people live just outside the castle walls but only a few of the "outside people" live inside the walls. Considering the majority of people live outside you would think the stalls would be set up there. I gave a forced smile to every merchant I ignored while moving around everyone as though I'd done it a thousand times. Truthfully this was my first time alone. But even with Isaieth I never had to deal with the stalls that blocked even the tiniest bit of gravel that blended into the path. He was a known friend of the king so he was allowed to go through the shortcuts, even though I'm known to be his adoptive daughter I don't get the same treatment as him. My mother and father ruined my reputation with their childish ways and so now people tend to ignore me or simply forget who I am.

Every rough step I took matched the beat of swords clanging against each other. This can only mean the knight's and soldier's were sparring again. They do this almost everyday. You can hear the swords hit against each other even from Isaieth's plot of land. The faint but strong cry of a horse froze me in place. I've always been more empathetic to animals than humans. Isaieth always told me it was weird and I should stop trying to befriend animals but for some reason I just understand them more. The cry continued, louder this time. I don't know where but somewhere a horse was scared. I hugged my basket of produce closer to me and without thinking headed to where the noise was located. 

The grunts and cries of maybe 50 men overpowered the sounds of icy wind. The horse was scared of the sparring and I'm not surprised. I would be too. I didn't notice I had just stood in the same place looking dumbfounded untill a huge man crashed into me forcing us both to land on the chalky and tough ground. I heard the sound of laughter before the rough and powerful voice of a man broke through the air.

"Alright that's enough!" Both the grounded soldier and I looked stunned towards to direction of the noise. A tall man with a prideful and powerful aura danced through to gaps of the men who stood in the way. He had to be royalty. The only men that tall in this land was either Isaieth or someone from the royal bloodline. He looked far too young to be the king so that left one of the two prince's.

"Rowan... You're meant to sleep with the whores after a fight, not before." Whore!  Excuse me! I am far from a whore. The sounds of 50 men laughing ticked me off even more. Who the hell does he think he is?

"I am not a whore." I said with venom in my voice. I'm not a scary person, far from it actually, and being female makes me even less scary. So I was expecting more laughter. Which I got. The burning sun hit his eyes giving them an intense green, one that would blind you from the glow it gave off. The eye colour fitted his skin perfectly and gave off an auburn blend. The sweat that dripped from skin to armour showed he'd either been out here longer or worked harder than all his men put together. It probably didn't help that his armour weighed 5 of me, probably more. His soaked deep brown curls stroked his smokey skin with even the tiniest bit of movement. If I wasn't so angry at his comment I probably would've spent this time admiring him. He could, for all I know, be a massive ass, but it doesn't change the fact that he looks like a God. He mockingly laughed away my response and rolled his eyes so they hit the sun even more making them pierce more than before. 

"A body like yours is only useful in a whore house. If it's not there it's no use and you are worthless." Ugh! UGHUGHUGH! God, what an ASS! Why does he have to insult me so much. Or compliment me in a twisted way? I don't even know. 

"That was a bit uncalled for don't you think, dear brother." Another tall, but only just smaller than green eyed asshole, man appeared out of the crowd. He wore a similar armour but his had more style than protection. This had to be the other prince. From looks alone I could tell green eyed asshole had to be the younger one, meaning he was the infamous Mathias. If that was true the stylish saviour had to be Kennedy. The man I presume to be Kennedy stepped forward a bit more blocking the sun and showing me the burnt skin that caressed his features. Kennedy is the oldest son of the prince, he turned 27 about 5 months ago. Mathias however has been 24 for merely a few weeks. Kennedy gave me a teethy grin that made me want to smile with him. His honey brown eyes melted into his tanned olive skin, the mixture gave you a warm autumn vibe that immediately calmed you. His hair stood tall, like him, and gave you a marble effect of blonde and brown. His hair colour looked like both colours were fighting for the spotlight. 

"Are you trying to deny the lady of her title, dear brother." He said 'dear' with a hint of venom and a lot of disgust. They obviously didn't get along very well and probably quarrel often.

"The lady's title is not a whore. Even if she graced us with her body in the brothel it doesn't make her a whore. It makes her a worker, just like everyone else." His attempt at saving me was sweet but still insulting. I'd rather not have 2 royals speak about my body as though I were a prostitute.

"Don't over play what a whore is brother. You'll make them think they are worth something more than the price you pay." Uuuuggghh! I hate him, I seriously hate him. I looked down realising my produce is all over the floor and my dress was torn showing the blood that trickled out of my grazed thigh. The man who had kept me on the ground had gotten up and, presumably, ran away. While the brothers argued about the importance of whores I gathered my belongings back into my basket and walked by them slowly so I didn't give away that I had moved. I hate royalty. 

Stopping outside a, what looked like, 10 story castle I released a hot breathe to calm my nerves. I was finally going to meet the king. The king joins the hall every month to oversee the rent. Today he was going to meet me properly for the first time. One step two step three step four... okay, I haven't actually moved yet. But I want to. With every inch I move I end up moving 2 inches back. Okay Natalie just go.

"State your name and business." I came face to face with a brunette woman holding a scroll of paper. Her emerald eyes shone a low and hollow silver. Her bright glow didn't give life to her eyes. She didn't have a dress on like every other female you would come across. Her clothes would be that of a whores but her attitude told you she wasn't. She had a soft looking fabric that covered her chest just enough to hide the shape. It clipped onto itself on the side under her left armpit and the rest of the material was wrapped around her left arm, it wrapped itself all the way down. On the bottom part she had underwear on that went up to her belly button and a sheer fabric that was wrapped randomly around her waist and thighs. It covered just enough to hide the colour of her underwear but not enough to hide the shape. Her lips were a deep pink colour that showed she had been eating a staining food. Her stance was professional but her clothes weren't, it made you wonder what her business was.

"Natalie Estelle, adopted daughter of Isaieth Scofield. Im here to sell the produce of our farm." She gave me a blank and slow nod. I felt nervous like she was asking something else.

"It's the usual right?" Uh. Maybe.

"Yes?" I didn't entirely give her a questioning yes, but it sounded unsure. I don't know if she ignored my slight confusion or just didn't catch it but she continued on anyway.

"Okay, leave the basket of produce in the 3rd door on the left and the king will be with you shortly." Before I could even blink she started leaving. 

When I opened the door she mentioned I was immediately blown away. This room was not only massive, it was so elegant and beautiful. Candles were hanging on the ceiling giving it a warm glow. Red blankets and animal pelts scattered every chair and table that stood proudly in the room. In the very middle stood a massive, strong looking table that was filled to the brim with paper work and books. On the very corner of the table a quil and ink balanced on top of each other fighting to stay on the table. A simple breath would knock it with how close to the edge it is. A loud creak of floor boards told me someone was entering the room. I quickly threw the basket onto the table that sat next to the door and backed away ready for whoever was going to enter. 

"Father, I didn't know you bought me a whore." Mathias. Of all people he just HAD to be here.

"Mathias, watch your language infront of me boy." This had to be the king. He stood a good few inches lower than Mathias but he was still tall and proud. His aura was so strong it made you want to bow just from him being in the same house. The king's white beard complimented his greying blonde locks. His hair bounced with volume and health but the tips liked to cling to his pale skin. The king apparently doesn't stay out in the sun as often as his sons so his skin was a lot lighter. His blonde hair made his yellow tinted pale skin even paler. Everything about him screamed light. Even his ocean blue eyes. The blues crashed waves together and made a watery dance that complimented the whole light vibe. His greying hair gave you a false impression of his age, you'd think he was in his 60's, but really he's younger than Isaieth. Isaieth is a wise age of 50 whereas the king was 48.

"It's not my fault. You told me you wanted me to meet someone, how was I to know it'd be a whore." He gave me a glare. What does he have to glare at me for? I didn't do anything.

"She isn't a.... whore. She's Isaieth's daughter. It's her 18th naming day. Now that she's an adult I thought she should meet the family." The king gave Mathias a stern look, a warning of sorts. 

"I do not care for the backstory of whores father. Kennedy is the one you should go to for that." He makes me want to scream. Like physically, all in your face, scream.

"MATHIAS! That is enough!" Mathias gave the king a bored glance. How disrespectful. I know when someone is your family you treat them differently, but no one should treat a king like this. I watched as Mathias rolled his shiny green eyes, the reflection of candle light hitting every spot trying to dance with the movement. Even with hatred towards this asshole, his features seem to always hypnotized me.

"Kennedy has important business right now, he will meet her later. As for you, Mathias. You will be nice to her or all you eat today will be the air that surrounds the barn outside." I breathed an accidental laugh and it caused Mathias to give me an unimpressed side glare. The king turned towards me once more and gave me a teethy smile. He smiled so big and bright it cause his eyes to slam shut and wrinkles formed all over his face. It was so genuine and a little beautiful that it made me return a smile to him. When he opened his eyes to see I was smiling back, his teethy smile turned into that of a proud father.

"Your smile is very cute dear, Isaieth is lucky to have you as his daughter." My smile grew bigger before falling completely. I've always thought of Isaieth as a father but whenever the conversation comes up it saddens me to the core. I have no idea who my actual dad is so when someone speaks about dads I always remember something that doesn't exist. It gives me an empty feeling of confusion. I could tell they both noticed the emotion change because theirs did too. The king let out cough as if to distract from the awkward tension that started to build.

"Well, Natalie. You've grown into your mother's looks. You look just like her." I know he was trying to be nice with that comment but it only made me more sad. My mother left me to get drunk everyday. Looking like her was not an accomplishment to me.

"Thank you." I forced a genuine looking smile to him. If I want to avoid more awkward tension I should play happy untill the conversation ends.

"My assistant, who I believe you met, has your pay for the produce. Rent pay isn't for another few hours so I was hoping you would come with me for a tour of our castle." A tour. Do I want to go on a tour? No, not really. But how bad can a tour be? I'll just be waiting around for a couple hours anyway.

"A tour would be wonderful, your highnesses." The look on Mathias's face said, 'what are you doing?' I don't know if he was questioning my wording to the king or the fact that I bowed after speaking. Maybe both. The king beamed with happiness and even let out a low and raw chuckle. It sounded like Christmas. 

"To start I would like you to meet Kennedy, he's busy, as I said before, outside with the new trainees. So that will be where we start." The king gave Mathias a hard pat on the shoulder before turning away from us. I guess I get to see the training grounds again.