#astro royale smut

[benkeibear]

HELLOOOOO🤭 for your ask game, can i have kongo and a size kink? hehe i hope this is okay

No you can not. 🤨

☼ cw: size kink, fingering, possessive Kongo

Kongo loved to have you sit on his lap, your body so small compared to his it almost drove him insane. His strong arms wrapped around your naked body, a stark contrast of soft skin against his still fully clothed body as his hands started to roam. Your thighs were spread apart, your legs resting over his own, making sure to keep you spread open as his big hands made their way to your perfect little pussy.

The way you gasped as two of his thick digits sunk into your weeping cunt had him chuckle in your ear, his cock twitching in his pants and you were able to feel him now. Two fingers alone made you moan loudly, stretching you open but both of you knew it wouldn't be enough for his cock to fit. But you never need to worry with your lover, he will fuck you with his fingers until your cunt is ready to take his cock fully. His imagination ran wild at the image of you looking so terribly small compared to him, towering over you in every singke way and he couldn't wait to finally claim your little cunt all to himself.

Written for this ask game

[yabitch12406]

[meligumii]

LETHAL CRAVING

Shikaba x OC

ACT I CHAPTER 2 | THIS IS NOT WHAT LOVE IS

Abt. A watch, a mirror, in the elevator. Who knew that simple day would change her life for good. For Tsugumi, she would've never expected her life to take a turn. But is it for better or worse?

Chapter Synop. A painful memory kicks off Tsugumi’s eventful week— from her mother’s return to her sudden and frequent encounters with the Yokohama immortal, her world will begin to spin out of control, and she doesn’t even know it yet.

cw. DARK CONTENT. dark romance. physical assault. physical abuse. asphyxiation. blood(?). nose bleeding(?). implied underage sex(not written in detail just stated that it happened). implied stepcest. gaslighting(kinda). talks of arranged marriage. misogyny. redpill talk. objectification of women. (1) kiss.

wc. 13.1k

r.18

Tsugumi’s heart beat loudly against the walls of her chest. She turned quickly at the sound of his voice, hoping— praying that he didn’t see her face. Sadly, she reacted too late. Ankoku clenched his fist and quickly strode toward her.

He harshly grabbed her jaw, gasping softly at the sight of her reddening cheek and cut lip that now wobbled. Her body tensed in his tight hold. “What happened to your face?” He repeated, eyes filling with a growing panic. Tsugumi stayed silent. Maybe he’d go away if she didn’t answer.

She could only hope to see such a fantasy come true, as her lack of response only served to replace his worry with anger. His hand moved to grasp her neck tightly, slamming her body into the bathroom door.

The impact knocked the wind out of her. She couldn’t even gasp for air due to the pressure against her throat, his fingers pinching her airways. She could only dryly cough and struggle to pry his hands from her neck.

“What. Happened” He demanded a response. “G… Genji… ro…” She began, words breathless and almost silent. “Sss… h… hit m-me… ugh…” She explained, scratching at his hand. Ankoku ignored the sudden burning sensations and pressed her further against the door.

“Take care of yourself!” His expression turned into one of worry again, the shift in his demeanor as terrifying as always. “I don’t want to see any bruises or scars on your face! It kills me” He whined. Tsugumi nodded quickly, knowing Ankoku hates to see his things getting damaged.

“Mm… mm…” Small hums were the only sound she could manage well. Ankoku grumbled softly, squeezing her neck tighter, in a sudden outburst groaning loudly and punching the door next to her head, cracking it slightly. Tsugumi squeaked and flinched, moving her head as far to the side as she could.

Even if she hadn’t moved, she knows the hit wouldn’t have connected with her face. That’s the one place Ankoku would never injure. He glared at her, pushing her with more force before finally letting go. Tsugumi took in a huge breath of air, coughing it all back up as she slid down to the floor.

She brought her shaky hand up to gently caress her sore neck while Ankoku stormed off to his room. She felt a wave of relief wash over her being, feeling lucky that he decided to leave it at just that.

She slowly picked herself up— her body trembling due to lack of strength— and stumbled to her bedroom with her head hanging low. She could barely manage to push her door close, having to lean her weight on it, pushing herself back up after hearing the latch click.

Her cheeks burned as tears welled up again. She still refused to let a single one fall, rapidly blinking them away. Slowly, Tsugumi made her way to her bed, flopping down and lazily rolling onto her side. Exhaustion hit like a sudden tidal wave, and she easily drifted off to sleep.

“So, can you help?” Genjiro asked, now seated at his office desk, his guest seated comfortably across from him. He was a rather muscular older gentlemen, likely in his late 40’s.

His hair was black and slicked back. It fell just below his ears, the left of which was pierced by a gold hook-shaped earring, with an undercut. His eyes were dark brown, shielded by round framed shades.

His had a thin mustache, and barely the stubble of a beard. He was dressed head to toe in designer, and a ring on almost every finger, excluding his thumb and ring fingers. Okamura Mahiru, a well known gangsters who commands a small yet famously powerful group— Yokoakuma.

He took a drawn out sip of his bourbon, courtesy of Kakihara, semi-melted ice sloshing around as he placed the cup down, breathing out obnoxiously. As if to show he was savoring the taste. “It may be difficult” He admitted, placing the cup down in the table, harder than necessary.

Genjiro frowned. “I need certainty” Mahiru clicked his tongue softly, shaking his head. “That’s the problem with spoiled rich kids, thinking everyone has to bend to their will” He complained.

“So you’re saying you can’t?” Genjiro raised, Mahiru snorting. “I never said that—” a smirk grew on his face. “—it’d be difficult yes, but in this world anything is possible as long as the price is right” He rubbed his thumb and index fingers together.

“I already know that. I’m willing to pay, so I just need you to get the job done properly” Genjiro nodded.

10:03am, bright and clear skies. At Toyogihashi High School was abuzz with life, its students currently in their morning classes. One class in particular— the second year class 2– were in gym class, engaged in an intense game of boys vs girls dodgeball.

In the back, on the girls’ side, Tsugumi stood boredly. As none of them had flew her way yet, she figured she was safe for the remaining minutes left, just under 30. She fiddled with the ends of her gym shorts, knuckles softly grazing her knees.

Gym was her least favorite class, right next to math. Every day she entered the gym, she wished it’d be her last class for life. But, it never panned out the way she wanted.

A flurry of red abruptly clouded her vision, flying straight toward her face brought her back to the moment she was in but she was too late. The red flurry— the dodgeball— hit her clean in the nose. It fell from her face just as quick as it flew.

It bounced away from her, the height lowering with each one, though continuing to echo through the suddenly quiet gymnasium. Tsugumi groaned softly, looking around to meet the wide eyes of her classmates.

Pins and needles— she felt a sudden sting build up in the back of her nostrils; irritating her enough to twitch her nose, while a cold liquid rolled down her lips. The gym teacher soon made it toward her, pulling napkins from his khaki cargo shorts on the way.

“Inazuma! Are you okay?!” He asked worriedly. Tsugumi hummed softly, neither nodding nor shaking her head. He pat her back, gently pressing the stack of napkins against her nose.

He put the slightest bit of pressure in his hold, until she took the napkins from him, doing the work herself. “Hold it like that and go to the infirmary. And don’t lean your head too far back” He reminded her, patting her back a few times.

Tsugumi walked slowly, somewhat thankful for the incident allowing her to skip gym class. The nurse also allowed her to stay there for the remainder of the period, to which she was also grateful for.

Now seated on of the infirmary’s gurney’s, near the window, she stared out at the blue sky. Her view was slightly blocked by the trees outside the school building, though she didn’t mind it much.

Not as much as the itch in the back of her mind— the feeling that she was missing something.

More accurately, that she did not belong. “What am I doing at school anyway?” She mumbled, clenching the bloodied tissue in her lap. She shook her head softly, dismissing the thought, where else would be this morning, if not at school?

Seated in the back of the car, after the school day had finally come to an end, Tsugumi only lamented that she couldn’t rest in the infirmary for the entire day. Unfortunately, her nose bleed wasn’t a serious enough injury for that.

At the moment, she and the chauffeur were waiting for Ankoku, who at the moment was saying his finally goodbyes to his friend, finally walking toward the car after waving for about the 20th time.

‘His name is Mogawa, right?’ Tsugumi glanced at Ankoku’s friend once more before turning to look out her own window. Momiji was the only one of Ankoku’s friends she’d remembered the name of.

Not only because he’d frequented their home as if it were his own, but because he was just as— if not more— peppy and annoying as Ankoku. He finally arrived, the car ringing once he opened the door, only stopping once he slammed it closed behind him.

“Hey!” He greeted happily. Tsugumi hummed softly, not tearing her eyes away from the greenery decorated in the schoolyard. “I heard you went to the infirmary. Is your stomach hurting?” He feigned a worry-laced tone, which actually made Tsugumi sick.

Though, not as much as his next words

“Was I too much last night?”

If she didn’t want to have to look at his face, Tsugumi would’ve turned to face him with wide, disgusted eyes. She clenched her teeth, deciding it best to not respond at all, and staring body out the window as the car pulled off.

Ankoku hummed loudly, leaning forward to get a better look at her face. He noticed her nose, that twitched every few moments, was red with a small bruise forming on the bridge of it. He now stared at her with wide eyes and mouth agape.

He was unable to think of anything to say, opting to lean back in his seat, his fists clenched atop his lap, teeth grinding in his mouth. Tsugumi was confused by the silence.

By now, Ankoku should be chatting her ear off, throwing in the occasional crude joke. But now there were crickets. She decided not to question it for a minute more and simply relish in the rare peace and silence she was granted while in his company.

For a moment, a creeping sense of deja vu tickled in the back of her mind. The car ride was short, once arriving home Ankoku was the first to exit, just barely waiting for the car to stop.

Tsugumi wondered what was wrong with him as she reached for her car door. Before she could even pull the latch, it was yanked open. She yelped as she fell forward, and before she could properly collect herself, her arm was yanked up as she was dragged out the car.

Looking up, she was faced with Ankoku’s back, confused as to why he was acting this way. She stumbled behind him, a bit lightheaded as he dragged her further into the house, through the foyer.

Disregarding the need to take off their shoes, Ankoku dragged her to the living room, tossing her onto the floor. “Ankoku… wait… not here…” Tsugumi pleaded, glancing behind him toward the door where the Chauffeur stood, averting his eyes once their gazes met.

Her eyes shakily moved back to Ankoku, who towered over her. He kneeled over her, knees on either side of her body. Tsugumi closed her eyes, pursuing her lips, accepting whatever he meant to do to her.

To her surprise, his hand shot straight for her neck and squeezed tightly. She instinctively latched her hands onto his wrist, squirming underneath him as she struggled to pull his hand from her neck.

“Ankoku… What…? W-why..?” She croaked. “Don’t act dumb!! Do I look blind to you?!” He shouted, his saliva spraying her face. “I-I don’t know… what y-you… mean…” She stuttered, continuing to struggle beneath him. “I can see your face just fine, Tsugumi!” He rolled his eyes..

Ah, that.

Of course it was obvious she was injured. But why was upset with her for that. “I just… g-got hit… b-by a… dodge… ugh… d-dodgeball…” She explained. “Why weren’t you more careful?!” Ankoku’s face now showed confused.

“H-how was I s’posed… t-to… know that w-w-w… would… was—” Tsugumi bit her tongue, letting out a strangled cry as he slammed her head against the floor.

The carpet did little to soften the blow, a pounding starting from the back of her head. “Your face..” He began, his tone much softer than his actions.

“It’s beautiful… so so beautiful, especially when you smile— fuck I love your smile” He grit his teeth. His lips curved into a smile, only for an instant, before his face dropped into a blank expression.

“So why the hell would you get a bruise on your face?! Are you crazy?!” He asked, screaming into her face again. No. She wasn’t crazy. But Ankoku… he was a different story.

“It’s perfect… and it needs to stay that way… Don’t get hurt again, okay?” He asked, and Tsugumi cringed at the order. She realized there was no reasoning with him, and if he decided it was her fault— it was her fault.

If he told her to be careful, she needed to be careful.

She nodded her head, and satisfied with her compliance, Ankoku released her. Tsugumi rolled to her right, coughing loudly while tears burned her eyes, her throat quickly becoming sore.

Ankoku grit his teeth, kicking her stomach, hard enough to push her back over on her back, pressing his foot down on her gut. Tsugumi groaned, sputtering saliva due to the sudden impact.

“I’m seriously, Tsugumi” He glared at her, while she nodded quickly, hoping anything would get him away from her. “Use your words” He told her, increasing the pressure on her belly. “O-okay… I w-won’t get hurt..” She stammered, sighing as he lifted his foot.

Again, she rolled over, not having the mental strength to even attempt to push herself upright. She glanced up at Ankoku, who seemed to be suspended in time, just staring down at her. What else would he want to do to her?

He knelt down, Tsugumi flinching as he reached his hand to her shoulder. He grasped it firmly, shaking her body softly. “Tsugumi, get up” He told her. Her eyes that burned with tears met his blank ones.

She couldn’t ignore his order, weakly pushing herself almost upright, just until her arms were straightened. That took a lot of energy; as she panted— though trying her best to hide it.

His hand lingered against her shoulder as he repeated his order for her to ‘get up’ over and over, shaking her body back and forth.

“Huh?”

Tsugumi blinked, finding herself laying in down in her pitch black bedroom, as it was now night time, no light found its way in through the windows. Again, she blinked, startled by the sight of Ankoku leaned down next to her.

Ah, it was just a dream. A dream of the past.

She sat up, Ankoku leaned back only slightly, staring at her in silence for a few moments, taking in a deep breath when he finally decided to speak. “I… I’m sorry…” He began, pressing his thumbs together where they were between his legs.

Tsugumi stared blankly at him, her eyes now fully adjusted to the darkness. They were so close, that she could see the pain and turmoil on his face. She almost felt bad for him.

“I went too far…” He admitted. “I-I shouldn’t have done that” He reached for her face. She flinched and recoiled, this only serving to agitate him, quickly despite his calmness just a moment ago. “Come here” He ordered, and she obeyed with little hesitation.

She leaned toward him, as he placed his hand gently in her neck, wrapping them around the back of it. Using his thumbs, he tilted her head to the side in order to get a better look. There were three red marks— three lines— forming on the left side of her throat, and one shorter on the right.

As he continued to inspect them, he mentally kicked himself for doing such a thing to the person he swore he’d love and cherish. “I’m sorry… I’m really sorry…” He repeated, slowly dragging his hand down, letting it plop down on her left leg.

He looked up, wide eyed meeting hers that seemed glassy. His gaze flicked down to her lips, as he licked his own. Ankoku huffed softly leaning in to close the short distance between their bodies, pressing a soft lingering kiss against her lips.

Tsugumi neither leaned forward, nor backward, again flinching once his lips touched hers. Once he leaned away, he smiled sweetly at her— he’d always enjoyed these intimate moments they shared. “Get some sleep, okay? I love you” He huffed softly, pushing himself up.

He slowly walked toward the door, sparing one longing glance before finally leaving, closing the door gently behind himself. Once the latch clicked, Tsugumi felt a cold tear run down her burning cheek.

It was like the damn opened, and she wiped harshly at her eyes trying as best she could to stop crying— sobbing as quietly as she could listening to the sound of Ankoku’s furthering footsteps.

On yet another outing, Tsugumi was dressed in a baggy white shirt, the right side tucked up to reveal her midriff, and a light wash denim mini skirt. On her feet she wore white calf high socks and photon dusk high dunks.

She breathed out softly, the heat of the spring sun soothing in her skin. Almost soothing enough to distract from the whirlwind of yesterday’s events. Luckily the bruises were minimal enough to cover by caking makeup over the marks, and pulling her hair in front of her shoulders.

She decided to treat herself to some cafe brownies— the type that were fresh out of the oven and melted in your mouth, not the stale ones left on display for god knows how long. The ones currently placed in front of her on a white ceramic platter,

There was still a clear line of steam flowing from the pastries. Just in taking one bite, she savored the sweet taste, the gooey texture, along with a slight crunch from the chips scattered throughout. Once she finished one, she licked the residue from her fingers, reaching into her bag for her phone.

Just as she did so, the chair on the side of the table slid back, the sound of metal scraping across the concrete made her cringe. A huff fell from the mouth of the person, as they relaxed in the chair. Tsugumi looked up, eyes wide as she took in the sight of a familiar scar faced man.

“Hey there~” He waved kindly, a grin as wide as that day. She dragged her tongue across her teeth and inner cheeks, assuring there was no chocolate left, and swallowed thickly before speaking.

“Uh… hey…”

“Tsk…”

Ankoku scratched his head, looking down at his checking account. 30,000, given by Genjiro. It wasn’t nearly enough to pay off the debt accumulated by him and Momiji. “Oh, hey Anko” A sweet voice filled his ears.

He perked up, looking toward the entrance to the living room, where Koume— his step mother stood, dragging a suitcase behind herself. She was pale faced, and on the short side, but full formed. Despite being close on 40 years, she didn’t look a day over 25.

Her hair was curly, falling at her shoulders, the color a darker brown than Tsugumi’s hair, with her bangs covered her thinly trimmed brows and swept to the left. Her eyes were a deep brown, the tiniest bit of red shining within them, with long lashes defined by dark brown mascara.

The more he looked at her, the bigger his smile became. “Mom!” Ankoku shouted, rushing to hug her, his frame engulfing her body whole. She giggled softly, patting his back. Today was her first day back after her sudden and impromptu ‘vacation’ as Ankoku knew it.

Still, she could say every day she was gone she missed home more and more. “Have you guys been doing well?” She smiled as he released her. “Yes ma’am…” He showed a shaky smile, scratching the back of his neck.

“…What is it?” She asked, leaning forward to try to meet his gaze. Ankoku frowned softly, unsure of how to explain the situation to her. “…Tsugumi and I… we got into an argument yesterday… I feel really bad… I think I went too far…” He mumbled, getting quieter as he went on.

“Awww~ It’s alright~” Koume giggled, patting his arm softly. “You know, since she was little, Tsugumi has always been mature and forgiving. It couldn’t have been that bad, right?” He nodded along with her.

“Right. So I’m sure if you just apologize and talk it out, you’ll make up like that” She snapped her fingers. Ankoku smiled softly, sighing as if all of his worries washed away that instant. Koume just had a way with words.

“Yeah… you’re right…” He nodded again. ‘I’ll apologize when she comes home’ He told himself, smile growing as he laughed quietly. ‘She likes going on walks, right? Maybe I’ll take her on one too as an apology…’ He nodded to himself.

“Alright, I’ve gotta unpack~” Koume motioned to her suitcase, before dragging it upstairs.

“Sir, you have a phone call” One guard entered his site office. He walked toward Genjiro handing him his cell from across his desk. Genjiro sighed, running a hand through his hair, ruining the style.

“Hello?”

“G… Give… up…”

A chill shot through his body, hearing the hoarse voice of the supposedly powerful Okamura. His voice was raspy and breathless as he coughed, before there was a thud on the other end and a moment of silence.

“Tsk… y’know, for an old man, you sure ain’t wise”

The voice changed on the other end— it being none other than Taira Yotsurugi, speaking in a clear tone of scolding.

“Listen, don’t play these dirty games with us. ‘Cause we’re way better at ‘em”

“Tsk…”

“Just pay what you owe, and we wouldn’t have to resort to our own tricks, which are far dirtier than you could even imagine”

Genjiro could then hear the sound of inhalation, likely the drag of a cigarette.

“And you have to be careful. You know, with that pretty daughter of yours just free and out in the open~”

Genjiro’s heart dropped to the floor at those words. Flashes of a young, wide-eyed Tsugumi returned to his memory. Those silver eyes that immediately drew him to her, wanting to protect their shine.

Just the thought of her hurt, scared— or even worse… he shook his head at the idea.

“What… What did you do…?”

His voice cracked desperately, just before a low beeping filled his ears. His body was overcome with a surge of rage as he chucked his phone to the wall across his office. “DAMMIT!!!” He slammed his hand on his desk, turning to the man.

“Get in touch with Kakihara and team security team B! Find Tsugumi! NOW!!” He ordered, the man wasting not a second before he rushed out the office to complete his new task.

Tsugumi sat, nervously and slowly rocking back and forth in her chair. Right across from her sat the man from the elevator, smiling gleefully. ‘Now I wish I brought it out with me…’ She thought, remembering that she’d checked on it earlier.

Just to make sure no one had found or tampered with it. Afterwards, she simply pushed back underneath her bed before leaving. That decision, along with many others in the past couple weeks, caused her to face hardship after hardship.

Despite his laid-back demeanor, Tsugumi could tell this man had the ability to hurt her. Badly. That much made abundantly clear by how on edge her security team was. Had this been a threat they could handle, he would’ve been apprehended by now, and she would’ve been moved to a separate location.

“Yo” He turned to one of the men behind him, who stepped up. “Get me a strawberry milkshake with extra whip cream, and a French Vanilla latte” The man bowed before entered the cafe. A milkshake sounded good right about now.

He then flicked his hand forward, the rest of his entourage stepping up to Tsugumi’s security team. She glanced around nervously as they seemed so easily taken care of, being backed away from her.

Her blood ran cold, as she straightened in her seat, teetering on the edge of it. “That’s better” He smiled. “Getting to know each other’s easier without an audience, hm?” Tsugumi nodded along with him.

“By the way, my name’s Shikaba”

“I… Inazuma Tsugumi”

“You didn’t look too surprised when I sat here. You wouldn’t happen to already know why, would you?” He grinned widely, leaning his chin on the back of his hands. Tsugumi clenched her fists atop her lap, and bit her lip in attempt to calm herself.

“…I’m sorry” She decided it best to apologize before anything else. “I-I know my excuse w-won’t make s-sense… ss… so I won’t even say it…” She spoke slowly, trying to ignore her heart that beat wildly.

It would be difficult to explain that her step-brother gets violently jealous if he finds out about her having the slightest bit of contact with another man. “B-but I really… r-really didn’t mean t-to… st-t-teal it…” She finished, now gazing up at him earnestly.

Shikaba smirked, watching her tremble— despite it being quite warm outside. “Really…?” He hummed. “Am I s’posed to believe someone can steal something accidentally?” He frowned playfully.

“I p-promise to g-give it… b-b-back…” She nodded, avoiding eye contact again. “And I should believe you? A thief?” He combatted. Of course, Tsugumi knew he couldn’t fully trust her. In fact he had no reason to trust her at all.

Not only was she a stranger, but she was a stranger who stole from him, without even trying to give an excuse, but she seriously doubted he’d believe her if she tried to explain it.

At the sound of sniffling, her head snapped up to face Shikaba. “And… that was my favorite watch… a gift from my dead grandpa, y’know!” He sobbed dramatically, wiping at dry eyes.

Just then, the man returned with their order. Completely disregarding his act, he picked up his coffee cup, sliding the milkshake toward Tsugumi. She was still a little startled to find he was faking his cries, but gladly took the drink.

“Um… thank you… a-and ss… sorry… I w-will… seriously… um… g-give it back…” She told him, swirling the white and red striped straw around the shake before taking a long sip. It was good, refreshing.

It wasn’t often that she mixed flavors— chocolate brownies and strawberry shakes… she’d never think to do it. Shikaba hummed softly, tilting his head at her. He seemed to be inspecting her face, as if he was in the middle of solving a difficult puzzle, or question on a quiz.

He then lifted the cup to his lisp, taking a sip from the sweet beverage, eyes never moving from her. “Excuse me, sir…” The man coughed, alerting both their attention. “Tsk…” Shikaba’s brows furrowed, glaring at the man.

The man flinched back as he met with his boss’ scrutinizing gaze, holding up a cellphone as if it were a shield. “S-sorry… but you have a call…” He presented it.

Shikaba clicked his tongue, taking the device to his ear, it his knocking against his earring, he answered with an exasperated ‘hello’.

“I’m sorry”

He smirked, the defeated tone of Genjiro’s voice’s was music to his ears.

“Listen, I’m kinda busy. Hanging out with a friend”

He glanced over at Tsugumi. The two locked eyes for a moment, before he swiped off the call screen, opening the camera app, turning the camera to face him. He lifted it, holding up with peace sign, being sure to get Tsugumi in frame.

She only stared confusedly at the camera, before he snapped the photo. He sent it, putting the phone back up against his ear.

“See that? Ya jealous? Hm?”

“What…??”

Genjiro’s, on the end, trembled as he looked at the picture. No matter how many times he blinked, no matter if he wiped any smudges from his screen, or his glasses, there was no mistaking it. That was Tsugumi.

He knew he wasn’t seeing things, but there was no reason for the two of them to be together. ‘I’d know if they were acquainted… so he must be holding her hostage…’ He thought, gritting her teeth. He thought of a million ways to send someone after him.

‘No… calm down… she doesn’t look hurt in the picture… and she can be used as leverage… let’s just calm down and try to negotiate…’ He told himself, putting the phone back up to his ear.

“…what do you want?”

Shikaba cackled loudly, startling both Tsugumi and Genjiro, attracting a few stares from people walking by. Granted— they were already staring due to the amount of men in suits all in such close proximity.

“I didn’t ask you for anything, y’know. Besides, you’re the one who called me”

“STOP MESSING AROUND”

“Phew! You’re loud”

Shikaba held the phone away from his ear for a moment.

“You’re old, so maybe you don’t know— but if you just talk normally into the phone, I can hear you just fine”

“I’m serious! Leave Tsugumi out of this… she’s got nothing to do with any of this… just…”

“Hm? But it’s no fun that way~ and that’s not exactly true”

“What?”

“Heh~ Y’know, I just realized. She’s your favorite, right? I’m right, huh?”

“Tsk…”

“Anyways, let’s talk later, yeah? Since I’m out with a friend”

Shikaba didn’t even give him the time to respond before hanging up, tossing the phone to side. His subordinate struggled to catch it, while his attention returned to Tsugumi. “You know some weird people~” He joked.

‘Who was he on the phone with?’ She thought, as she was unable to hear anything— mostly due to being lost in her own thoughts and fears about what this man might do to her.

‘I’d know if he was friends with Ankoku… and Genjiro wanted me to avoid him so there’s no way that’d be him..’ She told herself— her mother was definitely out of the question. “Oh, hey!” Shikaba turned to the man next to them.

“That call must mean Taira’s all done cleaning up, right?” He asked, the man nodded silently. He sighed loudly and dramatically, his lips forming a wobbly pout. “I hate paperwork” He grumbled, standing up— chair scraping backwards as he it was pushed back.

“Oh…” Tsugumi whispered, carefully eying him. “I got some business to take care of, so I gotta go” He nudged his head forward, the man offering her a small white card.

“Now, make sure you hold onto carefully. Don’t lose it, or else you’ll be in big trouble~” He spoke politely, placing a hand on her shoulder, leaning down next to her ear. His warm breath on the side of her throat made her shiver.

“And next time, don’t take drinks from shady guys like us if you didn’t see who made it yourself” He warned, Tsugumi now trembling for a different reason— eying the half drunken milk shake in front of her.

“Nothin’ bad’ll happen this time, just be careful, kay?” He pat her shoulder twice, leaning up and turning around, waving one hand at her. “Ciao~” He walked off, the man— along with the rest that arrived with him— quickly caught up.

“Miss!!” Tsugumi’s security team rushed back to her, while she was stuck in a daze, staring at Shikaba’s furthering back, until he and his men turned the corner. She looked down at the card in her hand.

‘Yokohama Immortal — Hands For Hire’

Quite the ambiguous title, and underneath was a phone number. She sighed deeply, today’s encounter making one thing abundantly clear.

Taking that watch got her in over her head.

Tsugumi leaned back on her bed, hands flat on the mattress and slightly behind herself. The first chance she got, as soon as she spotted a bin on the streets, she’d tossed the card in there.

Just being near him, despite his relaxed and almost happy demeanor, Tsugumi could sense a dangerous vibe coming from him. And that ‘hands for hire’ bit didn’t serve to dispute this. ‘I’ll send one of the guards to give him the watch’ She nodded to herself.

Maybe one of the newer ones. The ones who most likely didn’t feel much of a sense of loyalty to Genjiro, and wouldn’t tell every single thing. That way she could keep the whole ordeal under wraps. They didn’t hear the conversation anyways, so no one would be able to report about the watch.

Tsugumi, at the moment, depended on the team keeping their mouth shut to Genjiro in order to save their own hides. After all, each and every one of them abandoned their posts beside her, leaving her completely open to danger. She sighed deeply, stretching her neck.

‘The Yokohama Immortal…’ The name was ridiculous. Like a child trying to sound cool, or the name of some delinquent filled biker gang. “Tsugumi” she flinched, snapping her head up to see Genjiro standing at her open door, his hands clasp in front of his waist.

“…yes?” She spoke softly, and hesitantly. Did they really tell him? He was quiet, the silence awkward for the both of them. “…Are you alright?” He finally asked after a deep breath. “Hm?” Tsugumi’s eyes widened for a moment. She really didn’t know how to respond.

She could tell he was nervous. Was he apologizing for yesterday? That was strange. He’d usually act as if it never happened. “I mean…” He spoke up again. “…have you met any strange people… lately…?” He asked. “…No” She knew she was taking a risk by lying.

He might’ve already know, it may the reason he’s asking now. But she’d get further into trouble if she admitted it after all this time. But, there was a tiny chance that there was a separate issue.

‘I shouldn’t say anything about it’ She convinced herself, depute knowing she could get in trouble if he ever found out about how much she’d been lying lately.

She assured herself that even if the guards told him what happened, none of them could say for sure she knew him personally. For all they know, that could’ve been the first time.

She could lie and say he stopped to hit on her, and ordered her a milkshake. No one was too certain of any relationship, or lack there of, besides Tsugumi and Shikaba themselves. Genjiro huffed loudly, letting his hands fall to the side.

Tsugumi scanned his face, which seemed full of confusion. Was he upset? She couldn’t tell. Genjiro bet his lip harshly, wondering what was going through her head. ‘Why is she lying?! Or maybe… did he threaten her?! Or even hit her??’ He frowned at the thought.

‘How could someone hit such a delicate girl…?’ He huffed again, meeting her shining eyes. “Tsugumi, if you tell the truth, I promise you won’t get in trouble” He sighed. His tone seemed earnest, but Tsugumi couldn’t trust it. “I am telling the truth” She tried to assure him, but sounded unsure of herself.

Genjiro pressed his fingers to his temple, rubbing circles on them. “…Okay…” He let it go, quickly turning away. ‘I’m 100 percent sure he threatened her, and that’s why she’s not saying anything…’ He thought, brows furrowing.

‘Even those sorry excuses for a security team… they were separated so I can’t get a proper report on what exactly was said between the two…’ He shook his head, stomping down to his office.

As the sound footsteps faded, Tsugumi released a prolonged sigh. It was clear that Genjiro didn’t believe her, based on how he continued to pry, but for the first time she was left unpunished for lying. It filled her with a sense of unease.

‘What’s wrong with him?’

That she didn’t know. But what she did know was the Shikaba— The Yokohama Immortal— was dangerous. It was the right call to throw the card away. Tsugumi gasped, her body tensing at the familiar sound of rushed footsteps up the stairs.

She easily recognized them as Ankoku’s, for second contemplating how fast she could get to the door to close it before he got up the stairs. But, that wouldn’t deter him, because if he wanted her he wouldn’t respect the privacy of a closed door.

She groaned mentally, watching nervously as he ran right past her room. She flinched at the sound of a door slamming from down the hall. “…that’s weird…” She mumbled, blinking twice from her daze of consfusion.

Usually he’d come to her room. Especially with how fast he was running, she swore he was headed straight for her room. She leaned a bit further back. If only he could be like this for the rest of the day.

Or better yet— for the rest of her life.

+45********** Hey~

Tsugumi Why are you texting me?

+45********** You keep asking the same question🙄

+45********** I said I wanna be friends with you.

+45********** You looked like you needed one too

Tsugumi I don’t

In Tsugumi’s eyes, being around others was one of the most exhausting things in the world. She’d love nothing more than to run away, and live quietly without any more human interaction for the rest of her life.

But that would only be a dream come true; and none of her dreams ever came true. Well, none of the good ones anyways.

+45********** As your only friend, that hurts my feelings

Her self proclaimed friend.

+45********** But I only wanted to check up on you. I’m busy so later~❤️

If they were so busy, there was no point in texting her at all. In fact, Tsugumi wouldn’t mind if they never texted her again. She clicked her tongue softly, blocking the number again, although she had a feeling it’d be useless.

Still, if only temporary, it brought her some relief.

As soon as she pressed the block button, she got a phone call from a different numbers. She furrowed her brows, yet at the screen— it was getting out of hand at this point.

“Leave me alone”

“Oh~ You sound upset”

Tsugumi gasped softly, Rather than ‘Ikki’ it was Shikaba.

“It’s you…”

She could only regretfully say.

“Oh, did you confuse me for someone?”

Tsugumi could hear a soft whistle in the background of the call.

“Listen. I told you not to lose it, but you went and threw it away. Why? That’s kinda rude, y’know”

“How did you get my number?”

“Answer my question first”

“…I just didn’t want to get involved with you”

“Smart, smart~ But you still owe me”

“I’m having someone return it”

“Oh, really?”

He groaned dramatically. Tsugumi could visualize the likely exaggerated frown on his face.

“I thought you’d wanna come see me again. I thought we really hit it off”

She scoffed at the notion. They didn’t talk about anything really, so what was he talking about ‘hit it off’? It’s ridiculous.

“Don’t you wanna be friends? You’re surrounded by weirdos, so I’ll be your one normal friend”

Tsugumi didn’t respond, long enough to repeat ‘hello’s’ into the phone, though she let that become background noise to her thoughts. It was now clear to her she couldn’t avoid him all together.

‘He probably found out who I was through the hotel security cameras’ She thought, that much was obvious. But finding her exact location, and meeting her there in person is another story. Especially as someone always followed by a special security team.

Not only that, but he scared said security team, to the point where the entire group abandoned their post, given by their strict employer. ‘He even knew that I threw the card away… that means he was testing me, because he already had my number…’ Tsugumi frowned.

The most important thing in the situation seemed to be that Genjiro was afraid of the man. Or, at the very least, didn’t want her involved with him. This meant he was likely someone who commanded a lot of people— someone she should not offend.

She groaned at the thought of having to walk on eggshells around yet another person she didn’t even want to engage with. Still, at the end of the day, she blame still lies with herself— after all she did take the watch.

“Okay, I’ll save your number”

“Oh, you disappeared for a moment. But why the sudden change of heart? I didn’t even get to threaten you yet”

Yeah. He’s crazy. So crazy that there’s even a chance he’s looking at her right now. Tsugumi warily glanced around, looking out her window.

“I just think I shouldn’t get on your bad side”

“I can’t believe the youngest is the smartest”

“What does that mean?”

“Nothing for you to worry about~ S’long as I get my entertainment out of it”

“…and your watch…”

“That’s a given”

“…right…”

“I look forward to seeing you again~”

Shikaba tossed his phone to the side, slouching down in his bed. “That family’s turning out to be some of the most entertaining people I’ve met~” He chuckled. Taira whistled, nodding from the lounge chair across the room.

“I wonder how she’d feel to know she’s just talked to the Yotsurugi’s third in command” He hummed softly. Shikaba’s ever present grin widened. “I kinda wanna mess with her some more. Get her all riled up— maybe even hit me. Then I’ll tell her” He sighed.

‘I wonder if she’s as easy to provoke as her father…’ He made a mental note to himself to try it soon. He turned his gaze to Taira, who lazily leaned his head back, arms loosely hanging over the side of the chair. “Think she’ll even beg on her knees to save her family?” He hummed.

“If she’s real loyal, she may even sell an organ” Taira perked up at these words. “If she’s healthy, her kidneys should go for a good price” He added, Taira laughing softly. “You’re one crazy bastard” He shook his head.

“What’s crazy is that an entire family has accumulated their own separate debts to me” He rolled his eyes. “Ever heard of one so in sync?” Taira shook his head. “Ours definitely isn’t” He snorted.

Tsugumi bit her thumb nail, nervously staring at the new contact— ‘Shikaba’. She’d prayed that Ankoku wouldn’t go through her cellphone. A new number would set off some alarms in his head— and one call would reveal that it was a man.

If that happened, she’d then be on the receiving end of physical abuse. The sound of knocking at her door made her jump, yelping softly as she looked up, relieved by the face. She breathed softly and deeply in attempt to calm herself.

“…Mom…” She looked up at the smiling woman. “Hey~” Koume’s tone was sugary sweet as she walked toward the bed. Tsugumi hadn’t seen her mother in a month— since they brought in the new year.

“You feeling alright, baby?” She hummed, caressing Tsugumi’s cheek. As soon as Koume’s warm palm reached her face, Tsugumi nuzzled her face into it. It soothed her. “I heard you and Ankoku got into a fight” She tensed up at the words.

Is that what he told her? It was less of a fight and more of a one-sided act of violence. Tsugumi forced herself to smile as she sat up straight. “It’s fine” She lied. “You know, I had really hoped you two can get along…” Koume grabbed Tsugumi’s hands, smoothing her thumbs over her knuckles.

“…I know it’s been hard to accept them as your new father and brother… but we should all try to get along” She pleaded. Tsugumi could barely stop herself from screaming out. To say she was confused was an understatement.

It’s been 6 years now, since this twisted family was formed.

This is the kind of talk you’d have, and that Koume did have, either right before or right after they meet. By this time they should already be performing as the ‘perfect’ family that Koume envisions. But time means little to a woman always too busy drowning in her own addiction to realize what goes on under her own roof.

Tsugumi sighed, struggling to keep up her shaky smile. “We got over it already” She lied again, slightly comforted by Koume’s beaming smile before being brought into a sweet embrace.

Tsugumi loved her mom. Even though she was completely oblivious to the things going on around her, whether it was purposeful or not, Koume was her one pillar in life. The one whose smile made all of her fears fade.

She wants desperately for Koume to be the best mother in the world, and pick her— but she knows it’s unlikely. So for all these years she’s decided to hide her pain and keep her mouth shut in hopes of never having to hear the feared line;

‘You’re lying’

She almost cringed at the thought. “How are things otherwise?” Tsugumi blinked, tilting her head slightly. “…Good. I’m okay” She nodded. She’s anything but okay. But Koume doesn’t need to know that. Koume, who now stared at Tsugumi with a worry filled gaze.

‘…Gumi…’ She almost said it out loud. She knew her daughter, better than anyone else could. She could tell Tsugumi was hiding something, and had been for the past few years. As Koume knew it, her daughter was always a closed off and silent child.

Since she could remember, Tsugumi would never ask for anything, and stayed to herself— she had little need for adult supervision so she knew she’d be fine even if she had to leave her alone for a few hours to go out and work.

She often relied on the idea that Tsugumi would come and talk to her ‘when she was ready’, whenever she needed it. She never tried to pry, and would always wait, with open arms and a lack of judgement.

So for now, all she would do is smile and hold her gently. “Well, I’m overdue for a nap” She gave her a soft kiss on the forehead, Tsugumi breathing out an ‘Okay’ as she left the room.

“Gen, you sure drive a hard bargain!” The man across from Genjiro laughed heartily. He was tall and plenty muscular, which he liked to boast about. His eyes were sharp, and orange, with thick brows above. His hair was short, and parted on the right.

His grin was wide, dimples more evident the further his smile spread. He was Kyōgoku Shigeo, the current CEO of Goku Technical Engineering— GTE— owning 93 percent of shares.

Currently, Genjiro was looking to purchase a few, as well as draw up a collaboration agreement between the two companies. If the deal went through, I.J Security would be able to shift into the home security field with ease, and bring in more revenue.

More revenue that would help pay off their debts. “Alright, fine, I’ll agree. But, I do have some terms of my own— oh, but don’t worry it’s definitely something to help solidify the deal, so you’ll get what you want out of it as well” He smirked.

“What are the terms?” Genjiro asked. “I’m talking about marriage between our two families” He chuckled softly. “Hm? I wasn’t aware you had daughters” Genjiro raised his glass of water to his lips.

“I don’t” Shigeo shook his head. “I’m talking about between my eldest, Hyouga, and your daughter. Tsugumi is her name, isn’t it?” He asked, Genjiro clenching the glass in his hand. “With… Tsugumi…” He spoke softly.

He decided to place the glass down, so as not to shatter it and cause a scene. “Well, with all these rumors going around about my kid, especially last year when he’d supposedly gotten this woman pregnant, I’m sure you remember that fiasco” He ranted.

“Oh, but I’m sure you’ve had to deal with your fair share of… rumors involving your children…” He smirked, Genjiro’s jaw tightening at the implication. “Well, whenever it’s a rumor; it’s easy to disprove” He remarked.

“Of course~ Of course~ So, anyways, I’m thinking if we marry our two kids we won’t have to hear things like those ever again, would we?” Genjiro hesitated. He’d made plenty of business deals over the years, but none of them involved marriage involving Tsugumi.

He himself never considered the possibility. He cleared his throat, pulling at his tie. “…isn’t your son already in his mid twenties? Tsugumi is only 19” He retained a calm tone. “She is an adult” Shigeo almost cringed, masking the slip up with a smile.

“And I don’t understand the talk of age gaps, especially considering you’re almost a decade older than your own wife” He smirked slyly. “Still… marriage for Tsugumi… I’m a little hesitant to put her in that situation…” He continued.

“What? But you weren’t apprehensive at all about your son being married” Shigeo combatted. Genjiro’s brows twitched as he smiled. “Boys and girls are different… and Tsugumi isn’t even my real daughter” He added.

“Marriage solves all, doesn’t it? That’s how you got your beautiful daughter…” He sneakily licked his lips. “It’ll be fine. Let’s at least set up a meeting for the two” He pushed. “…I suppose that would be alright…” Genjiro finally conceded.

Shigeo grinned widely, a clear sign of triumph in his eyes. “Perfect! How’s Saturday sound?” He asked. That’s two days from now. “Seems we have a date” Genjiro nodded. “You mean they have a date” Shigeo joked.

Genjiro forced himself to laugh along with the joke. ‘I can’t sell Tsugumi like this. She’s too sweet for this world… I have to keep her by my side, and protect her…’ He had no intentions on letting Tsugumi have a boyfriend, let a husband.

He was sure there were plenty of other tech companies to help with this issue. He’d just have to hold out, and find another willing participant for the deal.

“Yeah, Momiji”

Ankoku held the phone between his shoulder and ear, as he flipped through one of the magazines he’d found on the living room coffee table. It was likely from one of Koume’s subscriptions— but he notices there were plenty of fashion catalogues.

This particular one was full of hand bags and purses. He decided that rather than a walk, a bag may be better. She, as much as her mother, liked to shop.

“I’ve got 70,000 to add to our funds”

Ankoku snorted, hearing the amount. He had yet to inform Momiji of his plans.

“Don’t worry about that anymore”

“What?! Wait, you got enough?! How?!”

“Even better, I got someone to handle him”

“What?! You did?!”

Ankoku laughed aloud, he couldn’t help it. He was just too proud of himself for finding the solution to their little debt problem.

“Anko!”

“Look, I just paid off someone to take out a hit on him”

“Who’s crazy enough to take on a job like that?!”

“You’ve heard of the Yotsurugi?”

He picked up the red marker that sat beside him on the bed, taking the cap between his teeth to pull it off. He circled a white purse, the first that caught his eye in the middle of the 16th page, ripping it out before continuing his search.

“I was able to talk to their third in command. Yotsurugi Shikaba? Says he’ll handle it”

“Really..?!”

“Yep. It seemed like he knew him. Like he already had his own problem with him. So don’t worry about it anymore”

“Alright! Let’s go out for drinks”

“It’s on me~”

Shikaba laughed loudly in his office, swirling back and forth in his chair. They certainly weren’t lying when they told him to rush back home for a visitor. What he saw, he wouldn’t have expected in a million years.

“Y’know, just laughing out of nowhere after being quiet for so long makes you look creepy” Taira remarked, from where he stood at the door to the office. “My bad~ It’s just hilarious” He wiped a real tear, chuckling softly.

“I mean, have you ever been hired to kill yourself before?” He asked, barely able to stop himself from laughing— confusing Taira. “Sometimes I forget people don’t know the Yokohama Immortal and Yotsurugi Shikaba are one and the same” He shook his head.

“Earlier, they told me to rush home cause of a shocking visitor. Imagine my surprise to talk to Genjiro’s boy, asking if anyone can help get rid of little ol’ me~” He chuckled. “Tempting offer~ It’s a lot~ so I told him yes” He smirked, tapping against a metal briefcase on his desk.

Taira snorted, leaning back against the wall. “What’re you gonna do now? What’s the plan?” He asked, now too, smiling at the situation. “Hmm… maybe I could waterboard myself. Or maybe toss myself in the ocean with cinderblocks for shoes” He joked.

The both of them startled by the door slamming over, a burly man panting as he rushed up to Shikaba’s desk. “I’m sorry for barging in like that, sir! But you have to see this!” He panted, placing down a manila folder.

“Hm? Looks pretty boring to me” Shikaba mumbled, ripping the top open. Pulling out the contents, which were a stack of photos— his smile grew wider as he surveyed each one. “Heh~ Taira, I’m gonna have to postpone offing myself” He looked up at the taller man.

Taira hummed, walking up to see what was in the envelope. He too smirked upon seeing the images. “There’s just too much entertainment in this world to leave it behind so soon” He smirked.

“We should pay our little friends a visit. Saturday is good”

“Will that be all today sir?” Ankoku’s eyes scanned the glass display in the jewlery store, inspecting the uniquely and intricately cut rings. He’d already purchased a gold plated heart shaped pendant, as a gift for Tsugumi in addition to the bags he’d ordered.

Maybe a ring would be good as well. What caught his eye was a gold infinity loop ring, diamond studded on the upper left side. “What’s this one?” He hummed, pointing at it. The woman’s eyes wrinkled as she smiled widely.

“You have a good eye, sir. The infinity love ring. It’s very popular among couples. Many believe the infinity symbol signifies good luck and longevity in relationships. There is even a custom option, in which our customers can add initials” She explained.

“That’s good. I want that” He nodded. “Of course. I’d just need to get a phone number, email, and home address, and other information such as the initials themselves, ring sizes, and color preferences” She told him, pulling up a pen and note pad.

He told the phone number and address, as she flipped to the next page to write down the rest of the information. “One should say an ‘A’ with the size 6. And the other a ‘T’— size 8” He spoke, the woman nodding along.

“Of course, sir. Someone will be in contact with you soon to give you updates on your order” She smiled, before he picked up his bag and left.

Tsugumi stood in the living room, untangling a few strands of hair from her right earring. She was dressed in a black ruched mini skirt, and an amore twist back sweater. For jewelry, she wore a black choker with a silver pendant and a few longer thin silver silver chains.

On her wrists were a few stacked silver bangles, and she wore silver tear drop earrings. The last thing she expected was to be woken up early this morning and told to start getting ready for a date— and she expected even less to be told it was at 1pm.

Currently it was 11:45 am, and Tsugumi could tell it would be an exhausting afternoon, but accepted it. Anything was better than being at home.

The door clicked softly, footsteps quickly approaching the living room. It seems Ankoku has returned, now stopping dead in his tracks at the sight of Tsugumi all dressed up. He was mesmerized.

She was gorgeous, the outfit now being one of the most beautiful ensembles he’d seen her in, a stark contrast to the usual casual fashion he was used to seeing her in. But in that moment it settled in why she may be dressed like this.

“What are you doing?” He dreaded hearing the answer he thought she’d give. “…I’m going on a date” Tsugumi sighed. She hoped the guy wasn’t as crazy as Genjiro or Ankoku, but seriously doubted her step father was acquainted with anyone sane.

“No…” He shook his head. “No you’re not” He told her. Tsugumi furrowed her brows, confusion written all over her face as Ankoku grabbed her wrist tightly. She flinched at the sudden pressure turned pain. “Ankoku, listen…” She huffed, fearful of what’s to come had he dragged her to any private area.

She tried to resist, but decided against it feeling her feet scrape against the carpet, hoping not to get rug burns. “Pardon me” A guard stepped in his path toward the steps. “Move” He ignored Ankoku’s order, standing firm under his scrutinizing gaze.

“I’m sorry, I cannot do that, sir” He shook his head. “Mr Kawasaki has ordered me to make sure Miss Tsugumi arrives on time, and it’s about time for us to leave” He explained. “Tsk…” Ankoku threw down Tsugumi’s hand, storming off to Genjiro’s office.

“Dad!” He shouted, bursting through the doors of Genjiro’s home office. “Setting Tsugumi up on a date?! Really?!” He shouted angrily. Genjiro sighed, not looking up from the paperwork on his desk. “Calm down, Ankoku. It’s none of your business. You should feel happy for your sister” He spoke calmly.

Ankoku’s outburst hadn’t moved him one bit. “How am I supposed to be happy about some bastard taking Tsugumi on a date?! What if… what if he gets handsy with her?” He argued. “Watch your mouth” Genjiro glared, finally looking up at him.

“This isn’t happening” Ankoku shook his head. “It is. And what business is it of yours? She’s your sister. And an adult” He scolded, the words leaving a bad taste in his mouth.

‘She’s an adult’

He mimicked Shigeo’s words and it felt horrible. “Tsk…” Ankoku stormed out, harshly slamming the double doors behind himself. Genjiro sighed, throwing his glasses down on the desk and pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I should’ve raised him right—” He leaned back in his chair, clasping his hands in front of himself. “—instead of spoiling him, and letting him get away with whatever he wanted..” He mumbled to himself.

‘Still, it doesn’t matter. I have no intention of going through with the marriage’

Kyōgoku Hyouga, the eldest Kyōgoku Shigeo’s three sons. He was very tall, likely over 190 centimeters, and muscular. His eyes were narrow as his father’s, matching in color as well. His hair was dyed a shiny gold color, short and parted on the right.

He also styled an undercut which revealed his natural black roots. He was certainly a looker— and it may have been a nice date if he didn’t talk so much, and if his entire speech wasn’t an abhorrent objectification of her.

From the moment he opened his mouth, it was clear he was a self-centered spoiled brat. He introduced himself to her, and without even asking her name, went straight into telling her how it was ‘good that she matched his type’.

The only problem, he told her, was her height, but that was almost an easy fix by her never wearing heels. He told her he can ignore it though, because she’s very pretty. He went on to tell her about his requirements for a wife.

To cook, to clean, and have 3 children, at least one was a boy, adding in that he was very apprehensive about having a daughter. On the topic of children, he then brought up how his woman needed to stay in shape, and drop the baby weight quickly.

That, of course, meant frequenting the gym— saying that she’d simply need to focus on weight loss, and stay away from weight lifting as too much muscles would turn him off. She has to be obedient, and not argue, he hates mouthy women.

After his tirade of what she had to do and not do in order to become his wife, he gave her no chance to respond and went straight into a rant about his ‘hobby’ of partying on his yacht. As if partying can be a hobby, Tsugumi rolled her eyes at the thought.

He talked about his cars, his houses, and all the expensive things he owns but didn’t actually work for, clearly in attempt to impress her. Tsugumi tuned him out 15 minutes into the date, now an hour in, and absorbed in the pasta on her plate.

She twirled it on her fork and swirled it around, yet never picked it up to eat it. ‘I wanna go home’ She thought.

“—yourself”

‘Tell me about yourself’

That must’ve been what he said. Tsugumi boredly met his expectant gaze. “…You don’t have to pretend to be interested in me” Hyouga’s smile faded after hearing her speak. “I’m fine being in an arranged marriage as long as we don’t have to see each other a lot” She shrugged, looking down at her plate.

Although he was annoying, he was probably the type to always be out and cheat on his spouse. Maybe she’d get the peaceful life she’d hoped for by marrying him.

Hyouga’s once giddy face contorted into an expression of confusion and frustration. “Tch… You’ve got a bad attitude, you know. Sounds like you need a reality check” He told her, running a hand through his frayed locks.

“No matter how cute you are, or how good your body looks, no man will want you if you talk like that” He scolded, pointing his fork at her. ‘I wish that were true’ She rolled her eyes, the thought of Ankoku causing her to lose the rest of her appetite.

“If you keep acting like this, you’ll be 30 years old with no man or kids, and be miserable. Then when you want a man, you can’t find one because you’re old and your eggs are all shriveled up” He continued. Tsugumi could scoff if she didn’t already expect this from him.

“That’s the problem with daughter” He grumbled. “Their fathers spoil them so much that they think the entire world needs to bend to their will. No man wants a whiney woman” At this point, Tsugumi began to tune him out again.

‘I wish I could be home. I bet no one there will bother me this much…’

“Genji, dear? Do we have guests?” Koume walked down the steps after hearing a slight commotion in the living room. As she closed in on it, she couldn’t see him— or anyone in there. She shrugged her shawl higher up on her shoulders as she stepped onto the last step.

Further near the entrance there were a few unfamiliar men in suits standing there. Perhaps they were new hires. “Ah, Koume” She froze hearing his voice, the shorter young man revealing himself from behind the group.

Shikaba, whom she first met as ‘The Yokohama Immortal’, grinning ear to ear. “I had a feeling he was talking about you. Glad to know I was right” He smirked. Koume could barely form any thoughts in her confusion.

Why was he here? It was close, yes, but the deadline had not come yet. First, it may be best to apology. “S-sorry… I…” She stuttered. “Relax~ Relax~” He told her. “Just call everyone down. We can have a joint consultation” He joked.

His laugh chilled her to the bone. “Consultation?” She spoke slowly. “About your debt. You remember, right?” He tilted his head, frowning with what seemed to be confusion. “Y-yeah…” She nodded. Of course she remembered her debt.

An astonishing 200 million is what she owed. Genjiro didn’t know, of course. But what he was suggesting was that the others in this house also owed him? That couldn’t be possible. She gasped at the thought of Tsugumi being apart of that group. There was absolutely no way.

She couldn’t miss something like that… but… she did have a strange look in her eyes the other day… was this what she was thinking about? Koume hesitated to turn around, freezing once he spoke again.

“And don’t try to get any genius ideas. There’s no you can go to get away from me” He warned. Koume swallowed thickly, nodding as she slowly walked away.

“Well, imma go stretch my legs” Shikaba grinned, nudging his head forward. Two of the men walked up behind him, joined by Taira as well. He led the group to the second floor, eyes locking onto the first door that was slightly cracked.

Without hesitation, he pushed it open. The rooms decor was minimalistic— a queen sized mattress pushed up against the corner, next to the window; a vanity to its left. A few brushes and perfumes sat atop the shelf of it.

He stepped further in, seeing a mirror leaned on the wall next to the wall on his right with two doors to the far corner, and on the last wall a taller dresser. “Is this Tsugumi’s room” He wondered aloud, walking straight to the double doors.

“It’s boring” Taira hummed, running his palm against the vanity surface. Shikaba pushed the doors open, inside a walk-in closet, packed with with designer clothes, shoes, bags, and hats. There was even a wall designated for jewlery.

“She’s got a lot of clothes though… and bags…” He mumbled, leaning his head further inside. “Don’t see the watch. Should we search the room?” Taira suggested, glancing all around. Shikaba stepped back, closing the doors and shaking his head.

“Nah. I don’t wanna mess up the room” The statement uncharacteristically polite, coming from him. “I’ll let her give it back to me in person” He shrugged, leading the group back downstairs.

His smile grew, seeing that Genjiro and Ankoku had joined Koume in the living room. “Whew~ Looks like the family reunion has already started. Only the daughter’s missing” He laughed. Koume flinched, worried for Tsugumi, at the same time nervous because she’d yet to explain her little ‘hobby’ to Genjiro.

Shikaba glanced back at one of his men who’d walked up to whisper in his ear. “Okay~ We’ll hit up that place after” He snickered. “Yotsurugi Shikaba…? Why are you here…?” Ankoku stepped forward confusedly. “Oh! Did you handle what I asked?!” He smiled excitedly.

Genjiro and Koume turned to him with wide eyes. The pair couldn’t believe, or understand what they were hearing. Everyone’s attention then turned to Shikaba who cackled loudly. “Didn’t think the heir to a company would be so stupid” He wiped a tear.

“How’re you gonna run things without a brain?” He taunted, tapping his temple softly with one finger. “…What…?” Ankoku tilted his head, not following. “Let me reintroduce myself” Shikaba cleared his throat, pressing the top of his cane to his chest.

“My name’s Yotsurugi Shikaba. Otherwise known as— The Yokohama Immortal” He smiled gently, Ankoku’s heart and expression dropping. “What…?” He whispered in disbelief.

“Surprise~” He shouted, doing jazz hands. The trio was silent and frozen with fear. “Tsk tsk. Relaax~” He waved his hand at them. “Who has a meeting standing up, hm? Let’s all have a seat” He tapped his cane against the floor, the sound muffled by the carpet.

The group slowly made their way to the couch, Shikaba plopping down on the recliner, slouching into it and resting his feet on top the coffee table. “Promise I’ll keep things civil” He assure them, clasping his hands over one knee.

“Now listen up. As each of you know, maybe not about the others but definitely about yourselves, you owe me what you borrowed and then some. You all know how interest works” He rushed through, waving his hands.

“And you~ Miss Koume~” He peeked his left eye open. “You owe me a looot~ More than you two can imagine.” He grinned, Koume cringing under their confusion filled stares. “Collecting outstanding debts must run in the family, huh?” He joked.

“I-I paid you, though…!” Ankoku spoke up, Shikaba humming softly at him. “That counts for something, doesn’t it?!” He added, confidence building in his tone. “Unfortunately not” Shikaba chuckled, Ankoku’s expression dropping again.

“See, you didn’t pay me with the intention to chip away at your debt— but instead to kill the person you owe” He began. “So, I’m sorry, that amount means nothing to your debt” He frowned, as if to taunt them with his faux-sympathy.

The group trembled, each unable to speak, knowing any excuse wouldn’t help them. “Aww~ The moods so dim. I hate it~” Shikaba whined playfully. “Don't worry so much. I come with good news. I'm extending your deadlines to this fall. Isn't that great?!” He smiled, the three tensing at his words.

“An extension…?! Really…?!” Koume’s expression brightened. “What’s the catch? You can’t be doing this for no reason, right?” Genjiro asked warily. “What?!” Shikaba gasped, clenching his chest.

“How dare you accuse me of having ulterior motives! I’m doing this out of the kindness of my heart!” He shouted, almost too earnestly. He was a bad actor, really.

“Now, everyone lighten up, smile~ You'll live longer if you stress less, y'know~” He told them. Of course, his demeanor as relaxed as ever, yet they could sense the seriousness in his tone. It was an order— and so they engaged in an awkward burst of laughter.

“Anyways—” He sighed, bringing his feet to the ground. “You aren't the only ones I have business with, so I'll see you later” He waved as he walked, stopping only a few paces away. “Oh, and Ankoku…” The boy perked up.

“Sorry, but I can't exactly take on that request of yours. You'll understand if I don't wanna kill myself, right?” He smiled, Ankoku slouching over again.

“Later~”

Tsugumi sat at the dinner table, alone now as Hyouga excused himself to the bathroom. Apparently what she suggested really upset him, though it wasn’t like she cared. She was more concerned about when the date would end.

Her purse vibrated, and she rummaged through the small bag, pulling out her phone and reading the name rolling across the screen.

‘Shikaba’

She decided to let it ring out. ‘I’ll call later’ She shrugged, pressing the power button. As soon as it finished ringing, it buzzed once more alerting her of a text message.

Shikaba Pick up now

Her phone rang again as soon as she read it, and as he told her to, Tsugumi answered.

“Hello?”

“You’re the best listener out of all of you”

“What?”

“Anyways…”

He ignored her question.

“Where are you?”

“I don’t have to tell you that. And you can’t find out for yourself”

If he found out where she was that day— at a random cafe in Yokohama— he can certainly find her location now.

“That was a test. And you failed”

“It wouldn’t be the first time”

He sighed softly, Tsugumi hearing the sound of rustling papers on the other end of the call.

“You’re at Majesty. On a date with Kyōgoku Hyouga”

Tsugumi nodded, despite him likely being unable to see her. But, she couldn’t exactly rule out that he could see her.

“By the way, that guys the type who thinks of a woman as his servant. So he probably won’t be that nice to you”

“I know. I don’t care”

“Really? I thought women hated that kind of stuff. Reri does”

“I don’t care because I’m not his woman. And I’m pretty sure no one will be from the way he talks”

“What about when you do become his woman? You’re on a date so that means you liked him at least a little, right?”

“I didn’t want to be on this date, and it’s none of your business”

“But it is. You still owe me, so I have to worry about you”

“I said I’d give it back”

“What if your husband forbids you to talk to men? How will I ever get my watch back? I’d suffer until I die”

Tsugumi rolled her eyes at his antic.

“Hmm… 5 minutes”

“5 minutes? For what?”

She scoffed at the dial tone, placing her phone down in her lap. “Tsk…” She mumbled, looking up at Hyouga who approached, glaring down at her barely finished dinner plate.

“I hope you don’t eat too much. I already said I don’t want a fat wife” He warned, sitting down with a loud sigh. “Good thing I’m not your wife” She mumbled.

At this point, she began to feel sorry for any woman who'd be tricked into marrying this man.

“Good afternoon sir. Do you have a reservation with us?” The woman asked, showing a perfected business smile. “I’m just here to visit someone” Shikaba chuckled, confusing the woman. “I’m sorry, sir, I cannot allow you in without a reservation” She furrowed her brows.

“Tsk… why do they have to be so slow?” He pouted, further confusing her. The phone then rang. “Please wait a moment sir” She spoke, lifting it after the second ring.

“Hello, Majesty, how may I be of service... ah... Okay... Okay... yes... Goodbye...” She nodded, placing the phone back down. “Would you happen to be Yotsurugi Shikaba?” She asked, and he nodded in response.

She hurriedly picked up a large stack of menus from the podium shelf. “Welcome, sir. Shall I lead you—” He cut her off. “No thanks. I got it” He shrugged, leading his group up the stairs to the third floor.

Inside were barely a few couples, despite the busy first floor. With one quick scan of the floor, he immediately spotted Tsugumi’s bouncing curls, sitting at a far table— in front of her sitting Hyouga. He almost skipped toward the table, placing a hand down as he faced her.

“Hey~” He smiled, savoring the startled look on her face, paying no attention to how many times Hyouga scoffed at him. “Don’t look so shocked. I told you I’d be here in 5 minutes” But that’s not what he said. He’d simply said the words ‘5 minutes’.

It could’ve meant anything. “Listen—” Hyouga began. “—I don’t know if you’re blind, but we’re on a date if you don’t mind” He stated, clenching his fork and knife in his hands. “You look happy to see me” Shikaba grinned, leaning forward.

“You’re seeing things” Tsugumi spared a glance at Hyouga’s frustrated expression. “Yeah, I’m seeing joy and delight on your face” He nodded, and Tsugumi grumbled softly. Hyouga dropped his utensils, startling Tsugumi.

“Hey! Don’t ignore me!! What, are you deaf?! Listen, shor—”

Before he could finish his statement, Shikaba slammed Hyouga’s face into his soup platter, the liquid splattering around the table. Tsugumi flinched at the suddenly attack, and again as some of it splashed on her face.

Now the few groups around them stared at them. “Hey, it’s rude to interrupt someone else’s conversation” Shikaba scolded seriously, as if that wasn’t what he was doing at the moment. He snapped his fingers, pointing down at him.

His subordinates rush to the table, replacing his hand with their own, holding Hyouga down against the table despite his struggle. He lifted the neatly folded towel from the middle of the table, wiping off his face, as Tsugumi did the same with the one on her lap.

“Hey, this place’s boring, right?” He asked, dropping the towel on the table, bringing Tsugumi’s attention to him. “Time to go” He told her. She nodded slowly. “I have to go to the bathroom, though” She told him.

“Sure” He shrugged, leading the way. “Handle him properly” He told the group before walking away. She’d only spent about 5 minutes in the bathroom, shaking off her semi-dry hands as she left.

It all happened so fast, but now that she’d gotten a moment to calm down and think, she was sure she’d get in trouble for it later. If the guards weren’t there, Hyouga would definitely complain to his father about the ordeal.

As she walked past him, lost in thought, Shikaba grabbed her forearm, yanking her toward where he stood on the wall next to the bathroom. Tsugumi gasped softly, as he slid his hands to her waist, now holding her close to him.

Close enough to feel each others breaths on their faces. Because of her heels, she was now a bit taller than him. “You know…” He began, peeking his left eye open, meeting her nervously gaze.

“Dealing with you guys makes my boring job so much more fun. Especially you. So unpredictable, it’s the best~” He chuckled, rubbing his thumbs against her soft, knitted top.

“Really?” She spoke, shakily breathing out. Shikaba hummed, eying down her body. She went on to say something about the watch, but he wasn’t listening, preoccupying himself with inspecting her looks.

From the sweater that left just enough to the imagination, while at the same time enticing his unknown desires with an open back, down to the tight skirt that accentuated her plush thigh.

He slid his hands up, caressing her back. The coldness of his palm met her warm skin, sending shivers throughout her whole body. Tsugumi squeezed her eyes shut, muffling a short groan feeling her knees go weak.

She could barely catch herself, grabbing onto his shoulders for stability. Her eyes opened wide feeling her forehead hit his, and her lips just barely grazed his. Before she could say anything, Shikaba let out a breathy laugh.

“That’s not how you kiss”

He leaned up, at the same time, pulling at her waist, pressing his lips against hers. Tsugumi was shocked, pressing down further on his shoulders for stability.

His lips were soft moving against hers. She followed along with his rhythm, opening her mouth to take his tongue into hers. The kiss was gentle, his tongue scraping against hers slowly.

Tsugumi moaned, tilting her head to the right. Shikaba hummed softly, his lips pulled up into a smile, reaching his hand up to grab the upper back of her neck, pushing her further down.

Their tongues clicked as they pulled apart, Tsugumi only leaning back a few inches while the both of them heaved, out of breath. “Heh~ That’s better~” He smirked up at Tsugumi, who now looked away, face burning with embarrassment.

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Written in the Stars: Chapter VI - Husband and Wife

Chapter Summary: You and Anakin take a risk and get married, choosing to trust your love. You try to make your marriage work. Sometimes you manage it, sometimes it's very hard. Especially when you're surrounded by others… or an old friend of yours shows up. Can you and Anakin survive this? And what does your old friend really want?

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker/Reader

Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Reader, Ahsoka Tano, R2-D2, C-3PO, Rex, Mace Windu, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Sheev Palpatine, Yoda

Word Count: 7488

A/N: This chapter also contains a smut scene. Again, you can skip it if you're underage or don't enjoy such scenes. It starts from: "Your breath hitches when he stands in front of you naked." and ends on: "You kiss for a few minutes, then he pulls out, causing both of you to shiver." Two scenes contain a bit of plot of the 6th episode of the 6th season of the "Clone Wars", as well as some dialogues. I hope you will like it! Gif is not mine.

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As Lanash said, Anakin's men and Ahsoka already had suspected there's something between the two of you. They're stunned when they hear you have been in a secret relationship and that now you're going to get married. But they quickly start cheering and swear they won't tell a soul. The only one conflicted about it is Tano, but after a conversation with her master she also makes a promise to you to keep quiet about it.

The next few days pass in a blur. Before you realize, you're riding to the Main Temple in your wedding dress and people outside are cheering and throwing flowers at your vehicle. Astrariel, who's inside with you, happily waves at them.

'I still can't believe you didn't tell me,' she says and leans back into her seat. 'I mean, I felt the sexual tension between you two but I had no idea you actually did something about it.'

'Riel!' you scold her, rolling your eyes, using your nickname for her. She sticks out her tongue at you. You shake your head. Suddenly, she gives you a serious look.

'Are you sure about this?' she asks, troubled. 'I can see now how much you love each other and I support you fighting for this but… is getting married now really a good decision?'

'I am,' you assure her. 'I know it has to be a secret. But I also know that no one else will take his place. Simply just being with him is not enough for me. I want to make it official in the eyes of the gods and our people. For myself and him.'

'Very well,' she says and smiles. 'Who am I to stop you?'

You grin at her. You both chuckle and then wave at your subjects.

Not long after you reach the Main Temple. Everyone else is already waiting inside. The louder cheers let them know it's time. A moment later a bridal procession enters with you and your father at the end. He, your mother and Shmi who're sitting at the front, have tears in their eyes.

At the altar, Andrrei passes your hand to Anakin. Your fiancé stares at you, mesmerized. You smile bashfully, glad the hard work of all the seamstresses in the city has paid off.

Your wedding dress has a ballgown silhouette and a plunge neckline. You're wearing gloves over your elbows and on your wrists are pearl bracelets. The rests of the jewelry consist of diamond earrings, a royal heritage, and a necklace in a shape of a star – a gift from your beloved on your last birthday. Speaking of starts, while your bodice is white and simple, your gown's top layer is made of millions shining sparkles that imitate them. The last thing to complete your look is a long veil that is adorned on your hair that is tied in a bun. There are some lose curled strays on the side of your face.

'You look astonishing,' your husband-to-be whispers. You smile, blushing and look him up and down, apricating the formal robes has been given – black trousers, white long top with gold ornaments, black boots and of course a sash that has some symbols on them that mean something to him.

'Thank you,' you say. 'You look gorgeous yourself.'

He grins at you and you turn your heads toward the priest. The ceremony starts. It's beautiful and very touching. When you exchange vows, your families and some Clones are crying, while your heart is beating very fast.

'In front of the gods and in front of the people,' the priest finally says not long after, raising his hands, 'I pronounce you husband and wife. No one and nothing can tear this bond except for the two of you. Whoever tries it, may they be cursed forever and forbidden from entering the lands of the gods after their demise. Anakin Skywalker, you may kiss now your wife, as a sign that you both accept the vows you made today.'

You and the Jedi look at each other, your eyes shining. You lean toward each other and close your eyes. Then your lips meet and you kiss for the first time as a married couple. You almost don't hear the loud cheers and clapping around you. You finally pull away, love, happiness and adoration in your eyes.

'I can't believe it's real,' he says quietly.

'Me neither,' you chuckle. He offers you his arm and you take it. Your guests file out of the temple, so by the time you leave it, they can throw flowers at you, same as the gathered people. You both laugh and wave at them all happily.

'Just throw it already!' your sister yells. Anakin laughs while you shake your head. You turn around and hear hurried footsteps and excited chatter. You wait a moment longer, then throw your bouquet behind you. You turn around and see Lanash holding it with a bewildered look on her face.

'I swear, my lady, I have no idea how I got here, not to mention how I caught it,' she says, stunned. Astrariel huffs with hands on her hips.

'Damn you, Artoo,' she says. Your maid quickly whips her head at R2-D2. He and C-3PO standing next to him are trying very hard to appear innocent. You laugh.

'Oh, Lanash!' you say and hurry down the steps to hug your maid. She tenses but then relaxes and embraces you.

'Shall we?' Skywalker asks when you pull away. You turn to him and see him standing in front of a speeder with his hand extended. You take it, grinning.

'We shall,' you respond and allow him to help you inside. Then, you drive back to the palace for the wedding reception which is very grand and almost no one leaves it sober. You and your husband enter your bedroom laughing when it's over.

'But did you see his face?' you cackle, falling on your bed. 'He looked very much offended!'

'Well, I'd be offended too if someone called me a crossbreed between a potato and tomato,' Anakin chuckles. 'Even if the said person was a princess.'

'Oh, mom won't let her hear the end of it,' you giggle. 'Dad neither, but he will do it to make fun of her.'

You sigh and look at Skywalker. He looks at you with an intense stare. The mood in the room shifts. Your heart speeds up.

'Lanash and C-3PO?' he asks, walking slowly to you.

'They won't come here until tomorrow after we leave the room,' you answer. 'No one will interrupt our wedding night… or the morning after.'

'Good,' he says, satisfied, and starts undressing. Your breath hitches when he stands in front of you naked.

'You've seen it before,' he chuckles, but is clearly a bit embarrassed by your reaction.

'Not enough,' you respond and take off your jewelry. 'This will take a while, I'm afraid.'

'Need a hand?' he asks, grinning. You chuckle and stand up.

'Be my guest,' you invite him, turning around. He takes care of your dress, while you take off the accessories and let your hair lose. Then, he turns you to face him again.

'Beautiful,' he says with awe in his voice. It's your turn to blush.

'Anakin…' you whisper, closing your eyes.

'[Y/N]…' he murmurs and joins your lips. The kiss is soft and gentle at first. But it turns heated and passionate quickly. You press into each other. He grabs your waist while you put your arms around his neck. Your tongues meet and before you realize it, your laid on your bed.

'Are you ready for me, my star?' he purrs into your ear, hovering over you.

'Yes,' you answer. 'Please. I need you.'

'I need you as well,' he says and joins your lips in a kiss again, while his fingers prepare you for him. You gasp and find his member with your hand. You start stroking him and he groans.

'You have no idea what you're doing to me,' he says, his voice strained.

'I have a pretty good idea,' you respond, eyeing his manhood. He barks a laugh.

'Point taken,' he agrees and speeds up. You gasp and close your eyes.

'Look at me, my star,' he says. The tone of his voice is more commanding than usual, at least when directed to you. You can't help but obey. You shiver under his gaze, full of lust but also adoration and love.

'Anakin…' you whisper. 'Please…'

'Your wish is my command, my lady,' he says and pecks your lips. Slowly, he enters you. You both groan as he slowly fills you. You are completely still when he manages after a few pushes in and out to be wholly in you.

'Darling, are you going to move anytime soon?' you ask after a beat.

'Are you comfortable?' he asks, concerned.

'No, because you're not moving,' you answer. He laughs and finally starts moving. You sigh in pleasure.

'[Y/N]…' he breathes, kissing your cheeks, neck, nose. 'I can't believe I can call you my wife.'

'It's real, my love,' you whisper, cupping his face. Your eyes shine with love for him. He breathes shakily and starts moving faster. You moan and jerk your hips to meet his thrusts.

You join your lips in a needy kiss. He cups your breasts and massages them. You run your hands all over his chest.

'You're perfect,' he whispers. 'Absolutely perfect. The Force itself must have made you.'

'If I remember correctly, the Force made you,' you chuckle and tangle your hand in his hair. 'And it did an amazing job.'

He grins at you and groans when you tug his hair. You move yourself up slightly and kiss his neck. He moans and goes harder.

'Ah!' you cry out and pull his hair again.

'My star… my angel… my love…' he murmurs into your ear, kissing you everywhere he can.

'Anakin!' you scream and come undone under him. A few more thrusts and he's close behind you, shouting your name. You bask in the afterglow for a few long moments. Then you look at each other and grin. He pecks your lips softly.

'My wife…' he whispers.

'My husband…' you murmur. You kiss for a few minutes, then he pulls out, causing both of you to shiver. You both get up and clean. Then, you dress in your sleep wear and get in the bed again.

'Today was perfect,' he says, taking you in his arms, and sighs. 'I don't want to leave you tomorrow. You deserve a honeymoon.'

'I honestly can't imagine having a honeymoon in this war,' you confess. 'Besides, the Jedi Council can't know we're married.'

'I know, I know,' he murmurs. 'But it's still going to be hard to leave you.'

'It always is,' you say quietly and shift a bit to be more comfortable. 'Well, as much as I want to push it off… we must rest. So, go to sleep, my phoenix.'

He raises his eyebrows. He grins, liking it.

'I wondered when you will give me a nickname,' he says.

'Well, I had to think of something that fits you,' you say. 'You already took "the star", so it was hard. But this one I believe suits you.'

'How so?' he hums. You trace your fingers on his chest.

'You know the legend of the phoenix,' you say more than ask and he nods in confirmation. 'It lives, then builds a nest and sets itself on fire. From the ashes, a new phoenix rises, strong and refreshed, bringing hope and new beginnings. It symbolizes more than just life and death. It symbolizes change and the ability to overcome challenges and start anew. Your life reminds me of it.'

He stares at you, stunned and also touched. You look up at him, nervous.

'Do you like it?' you ask hesitantly. He presses you to himself.

'I love it,' he answers, his voice tight with emotions. 'Do you know why I chose "star" for you?'

'Because I'm pretty like one?' you guess. He chuckles and kisses the top of your head.

'No, but that's also true,' he says and looks at you with a soft smile. 'Star is a symbol of guidance. And you, my love, guide me. Showing me what should I do and point me the way home. To you.'

You smile at him with tears in your eyes. He smiles back and kisses you softly.

'Sleep, my darling,' he whispers. You nod and close your eyes. Soon, you're both fast asleep.

Unfortunately, he, Ahsoka and their troopers must depart early in the morning. They've already been longer than they should. They managed that only thanks to your father, who's convinced the Jedi Council that their presence is necessary during the 'celebration of your return'. Alas, it is a time to say goodbye and it's heart-breaking for everyone. But while you watch the ship soar into the space you know that you will see your husband soon.

*

Anakin and Ahsoka walk through the Resolute. Tano can barely hold back a smirk on her face. She keeps glancing at her agitated master.

'You're very excited, SkyGuy,' she teases.

'Shut up, Snips,' he barks, but there's a smile on his face. Soon they reach the landing platform, where a small ship has just landed. The Jedi stand in front of it, hands behind their backs, Skywalker a bit more forward. A few Clones stand behind them. Anakin's heart skips the beat when the door opens, the ramp is pulled down and he sees your face.

'Husband,' you greet him after making sure everyone present here knows about your marriage. You walk down the ramp, Lanash, C-3PO and a few soldiers behind you.

'Wife,' Skywalker says, grinning.

'Cameras?' your maid asks.

'Fives is doing a routine check-up of them, so they're turned off in here for about five minutes,' Rex informs.

'How considerate of you, Captain,' you beam at him. But in the next moment your lips are met by Anakin's. You melt into the kiss, glad to be by his side again.

'As much as I'd like to continue,' he murmurs, 'others are waiting.'

'We'll catch up later then,' you agree. You head toward the ship's bridge. Ahsoka smiles, seeing how you and her master reach your hands to each other at the same time and join your pinkies. You walk like that until you reach your destination. You reluctantly let go of each other when you stop in front of the door.

'Princess [Y/N], thank you for such a quick arrival,' Mace Windu greets you when you pass the threshold. Next to him from the Jedi Order is also Obi-Wan. You share a smile with the latter.

'Of course,' you respond, walking toward them. 'We're always happy to help put an end to this war sooner.'

'We appreciate your contribution,' Kenobi says. You nod and join them. In a moment Windu calls a few other Jedi, including Yoda, and you start talking strategies. All the time you force yourself not to look at your husband.

'It's settled, then,' Mace says when you come to an agreement. 'I think it would be best if Kenobi, Skywalker and Tano went first, as a distraction.'

You glance at Anakin. He tries very hard to hide his displeasure but you still see it.

'Then Princess [Y/N] and I will take them by surprise,' Windu finishes.

'Solid plan,' you agree, nodding. Skywalker sends you a discreet glare. When everyone goes to get ready, you two sneak away to his room.

'Why did you agree to that?' he asks, annoyed. You cup his face and caress it with your thumbs.

'So they wouldn't be suspicious,' you answer. 'And besides, you work better with Obi-Wan. You two are the heroes. I'm just here for the ride.'

'I know, I know,' he sighs and grabs your hips gently. 'I'm just frustrated you're going to be close yet far.'

'I feel the same,' you whisper. He leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead. You smile.

'Still, that's not what I had in mind when I said you deserved a honeymoon,' he hums. You laugh and smile at him cheekily.

'Come on, you must admit it's brilliant,' you say. 'We're together, we travel, see alien things and no one is none the wiser.'

'The fact we're going to fight for our lives spoils it a bit,' he retorts.

'But it also fits us, don't you think?' you ask, putting your arms around his neck. He chuckles.

'I guess you're right,' he agrees and nuzzles his face into your neck. You hug each other for a minute, until a knock on the door startles you both and you jump apart.

'Sorry to interrupt, but Obi-Wan is looking for you two,' you hear Ahsoka's voice.

'Thanks, Snips,' your husband calls and sighs. 'It's going to be very hard to properly celebrate this honeymoon.'

'Who can do it if not us?' you ask. He smiles at you and nods. Then, you both leave his room. You meet with Kenobi and talk strategy for some time.

When the time for the Team A comes to depart, you watch Anakin with a forced smile on your face. You try to control your emotions but Mace picks up on something anyway.

'They'll be fine,' he assures you. 'No need to worry.'

'Don't tell me you're not worried even a bit, Master Windu,' you retort. He sighs.

'Of course, I am,' he agrees. 'But I trust in their abilities.'

'I also trust them,' you say and bite your lower bit. 'But it doesn't mean I'm not worried that something goes wrong. I'm not a Jedi. Sometimes I can't help but feel such things.'

He says nothing to that, just turns and goes to prepare. You follow him a moment later to discuss strategy with him.

In the meantime, Anakin, Ahsoka and Obi-Wan begin their mission. They distract the enemy successfully. Unfortunately, they get caught and locked in a cell.

'We're smarter than this,' Kenobi says, frowning. 'Why did we let this happen?'

'They had us at gunpoint,' Skywalker grumbles.

'And how did we let that happen?' his former master asks, turning to him.

'We were outnumbered,' Tano answers.

'You're not helping,' the oldest Jedi sighs.

'Snips, Obi-Wan doesn't need explanation, he just wants to complain,' Anakin teases. Ahsoka chuckles. They both get a glare from Kenobi.

Just then, they hear a loud thump, groan and another loud thump. They exchange a confused look. The door slides open and they see you.

'Do you need help?' you ask, amused. It's your turn to get glares from all of them.

'You're enjoying the fact you're the one rescuing us for once a bit too much,' your husband huffs, but you see happy twinkles in his eyes.

'Hey, it may be a one-in-a-lifetime opportunity,' you respond, shrugging, and take a step to the side. 'Shall we?'

'Where's Master Windu?' Tano asks, as they join you outside the cell.

'Leading the attack,' you answer and lead them to the exit. 'He sent me to set you free.'

'On your own?' Skywalker asks, frowning. Just then they hear an exchange of fire.

'The Clones are keeping the enemy busy,' you explain.

'Princess [Y/N]! Princess [Y/N]!' you hear a panicked voice of C-3PO. A moment later your faithful droid turns a corner with R2-D2 in tow.

'They're right behind us!' Threepio shouts, his hands raised in the air. A moment later three droids show up behind them. The Jedi reach for their lightsabers, only to freeze when they realize they've been disarmed. But you quickly grab your blasters and shoot the droids. Your friends look at you, stunned.

'How many times?' you ask, seeing their faces. 'I'm not defenseless.'

'Yeah, you just did it so fast,' Obi-Wan explains. Just then your droids reach you.

'Oh, thank goodness, Mistress [Y/N],' C-3PO says. 'Flawless shooting as always.'

'Thanks, Threepio,' you say and just then you all notices what he's holding in his hands. 'Well done! I knew I could count on you.'

The droid is pleased with the praise and hands the Jedi their lightsabers. They're clearly relieved to have them back.

'Thank you, C-3PO,' Kenobi says. 'A really good job.'

R2-D2 beeps, letting you know he helped as well. You and Ahsoka pat him.

'Yes, thank you as well, Artoo,' she says.

'Now, shall we?' Anakin asks, igniting his lightsaber. You grin at him and hurry toward the exit again. Others follow you.

Soon enough you join the fray of the battle. Your soldiers and Clones from 501st quickly join you and have your back. You send Skywalker a look. He smirks at you and shrugs.

'Someone's overprotective,' you murmur.

'Hey, they were all happy to protect you once I asked them to,' he defends himself. You huff but send him a smile. He grins at you and hurries to destroy some clankers.

'What am I to do with him?' you sigh.

'Just love him, Your Highness,' one of your soldiers answers. You hush him and look nervously at Windu, Obi-Wan and their Clones. Luckily, they don't seem to heard a thing.

'Quieter next time,' you murmur and shoot more droids. It's still some time before you win the battle. By the time the planet is free from the Separatists, you're all exhausted. And dirty. Very, very dirty.

'I hate sand,' Lanash groans, scratching her body.

'You and me both,' Anakin says grimly, joining you. He sits on the ground next to you.

'What's our next move?' you ask.

'I certainly hope it's rest, because I'm dead on my feet,' he sighs, stretching. You raise your eyebrows.

'You hope?' you repeat.

'Yeah, they have a meeting right now,' he answers. He closes his eyes and tries to relax.

'Shouldn't you be on that meeting as well?' you ask. He shrugs.

'Probably,' he answers and puts an arm around you. 'But I prefer to be with my beloved wife.'

'And what sort of excuse you gave them you can't be there?' you ask, amused.

'That I need to make sure the Princess of Luth is alright,' he answered. 'I got a glare from Ahsoka. I think she wanted to use the same excuse. But I'm your husband, not her.'

'That you are,' you agree, kissing his cheek. 'But we both should stop now. Someone may see.'

'We can just say we're teasing each other,' he offers with a grin, opening his eyes. You laugh and pull away, albeit reluctantly. You smile at each other, longing in your eyes. Just then Rex shows up and puts his hands behind his back.

'General, Your Highness,' he says, nodding his head. 'Hawk believes the Princess' ship has been damaged during the battle. However, the mechanics can't find anything. I suggested you could take a look, General.'

'Sure, not a problem,' Anakin says, frowning.

'And I'm sure you would like to supervise this, Your Highness,' Captain says, giving you both a pointed look. You both freeze, understanding what he's trying to do.

'Yes, absolutely,' you agree. Skywalker quickly stands up, pulling you with him.

'We'll get to it right away,' he says and hurries toward your ship. You go after him, but when you pass the Clone, you kiss his cheek with a smile.

'Thank you, Rex,' you say quietly. He winks at you. You grin and run after your husband. Needless to say, the ship is fine and instead of repairing it, you and Anakin spend the time making out.

For the next month, you travel with Skywalker, Obi-Wan, Ahsoka and sometimes other Jedi. You fight with the Separatists, free planets and try to end the Clone Wars. You spend a lot of time with your husband, get into troubles and risk your life. You love every second of it.

Well, most of it. Sometimes it gets really dangerous. Still, when the Jedi don't require your help, as the new batch of Clones have finally been purchased, you're sad to go home. Or rather, to leave Anakin. But when you fly away on your ship with tears in your eyes, remembering the devastated look Skywalker gave you when you were leaving, you vow to yourself you're going to see him again soon.

*

Anakin paces outside the Chancellor's door, impatient. He can hear voices from time to time from behind the door, but he's trying his best not to eavesdrop. Still, it's hard not to whenever he hears your voice. By the Force, the last weeks during which he heard it only through communicator have been a torture. So, it's a wonderful change to hear it in person.

'Once again, thank you for agreeing to do this, Your Highness,' the Chancellor says.

'Very grateful, we are,' Master Yoda agrees. 'Important, the negotiations are. Stubborn, the Senator is.'

'Yes, he always was,' you say and your husband's heart skips a beat. 'And don't worry, I'm more than happy to help. And I'm grateful you agreed for my request.'

'It was a rather peculiar one,' Mace Windu says. 'Why did you insist on Skywalker?'

The young Jedi freezes. You're the one who wanted him here? He's thrilled, but it's rather… risky. Why did you do that?

'Because of our past, I fear it may be difficult for me to say "no" to the Senator,' you say slowly. 'And I've heard… the rumors about him. Since General Skywalker is so protective of me, I was hoping he'd be able to help me draw the line.'

Anakin frowns. What are you talking about?

'Ah, yes,' Palpatine says, sounding embarrassed. 'We've all heard about the Senator's… carefree spirit.'

'If unsafe you feel, Your Highness, someone else ask, we can,' Yoda says.

'There's no need,' you deny. 'As long as I have General Skywalker with me, I'll feel perfectly safe.'

Anakin doesn't hear anything more. He tries to understand the meaning of the words you all have said anyway. Should he be worried? Did you get yourself into something dangerous?

Before he finds answers to those questions, the door opens and everyone that was inside, leaves. Your eyes shine immediately when they spot your husband. He has to stop himself from grinning.

'Ah, Skywalker, good,' Windu says and glances at you. 'You're going to act as Princess [Y/N]'s bodyguard during her negotiations with Senator Reykeo Esmovink.'

'Yes, Master,' the younger Jedi says, bowing slightly.

'I'll fill him in on the rest,' you say. 'Have a nice day, Masters Jedi. Chancellor.'

'We look forward to the successful end of the negotiations,' Palpatine says, smiling in that creepy way of his.

'Be careful, Your Highness,' Mace says.

'If help, you need, hesitate to ask, do not,' Yoda adds. You smile at the Jedi and nod. You turn and leave with Anakin close behind you. You leave the Senate and get into your speeder. There your driver makes sure you have privacy. Immediately, your husband cups your face and kisses you. You sigh and melt into the kiss.

'I missed you,' he murmurs against your lips.

'And I missed you,' you gasp and put your arms around his neck. 'So much… but we're going to arrive in my apartments soon.'

He sighs and pulls away. You look into each other's eyes and smile.

'So, what's this all about?' he asks after a beat.

'You know how the Republic is looking for a new trade route?' you ask.

'Ones further from the war zone, yes,' he confirms.

'They found one, but it requires an agreement from the president of Uburba to enter their space,' you explain. 'And he won't do anything without the approval of his senator.'

'What's your role in this?'

'He and I are childhood friends. We haven't talked in years, but when approached about the negotiations, he said he would only talk to me.'

'Okay… and why do you want me to be your bodyguard? Besides the fact you want to spend more time with me.'

'Well, another reason is that he's… a terrible playboy. And I mean it. Ever since he became a senator, finally following into his father's footsteps, he's been known for throwing lavish parties that somehow always end up in… orgies. And whenever he sees a pretty woman, he flirts with her and tries to make her to go to bed with him.'

'And you were friends with someone like that?'

'He was different back then…'

You look away. Sadness fills your eyes. Anakin frowns, something nagging him. Childhood friend. Following into his father's footsteps. Your sad look. His eyes go wide.

'Hold on,' he says. 'Don't tell me he's your first crush.'

You purse your lips and blush. You play nervously with your hair.

'That's another reason why I want you with me,' you say. 'I know you'd find out about it somehow, so I don't want you to worry that… there may be something.'

'But… but you said he's an architect!' he protests. You roll your eyes.

'Oh, he was,' you confirm. 'A marvelous at that. He designed the president's summer house. He loved it so much he made Reykeo his close advisor. Apparently, he discovered he actually likes politics, so with the president's favor he easily became the Senator.'

'I don't like him,' Anakin says after a moment. You raise your eyebrows.

'You haven't even met him!' you protest.

'Doesn't matter, what you said is enough,' he says stubbornly.

'How about you don't listen to gossips and what other people say, and instead make your own opinion about him?' you suggest. 'Or is it about, you know… that I had a crush on him…?'

It's his turn to purse his lips. You cup his face and smile.

'It was long ago,' you say. 'You're the one I love. My heart is yours… my husband.'

He can't help but smile at that. He looks at you and leans to you. You kiss softly. You pull away the moment you feel the speeder slowing down. A moment later the door opens and you leave.

A few hours later, because there's no time to lose, Lanash goes to open the door when she hears the doorbell. Outside is a very handsome man: dark curly hair, green eyes, a handsome suit. In his hands there are flowers.

'Welcome, Senator Esmovink,' your maid greets him and steps aside. 'Princess [Y/N] is awaiting you in the dining room. If you can follow me.'

She closes the door after the man and leads him to the dining room. He has a wide smile when he sets his eyes on you, dressed in an elegant gown and with your hair cascading down your back. But then he notices Anakin. You, however, beam when you notice him.

'Rey, it's been too long,' you say and walk to him.

'I agree, my dear [Y/N],' Reykeo says and, to your surprise and Skywalker's annoyance, kisses your hand. 'You have become a beautiful woman. These are for you.'

'Oh, thank you,' you say, taking the flowers, and look at your husband. 'Allow me to introduce General Anakin Skywalker. He's a Jedi Knight and my friend.'

'Ah, so the Jedi couldn't help but interfere,' Esmovink says, forcing a smile. You hand the flowers to Lanash, shaking your head.

'Not at all, he's here on my request,' you explain, surprising your old friend. 'While I've been in war zone a few times, he's there most of his time, so I'm convinced his insight may be valuable. I trust him completely, so you can be sure his words are true.'

'Very well,' the Senator says and reluctantly extends his hand to your husband. 'It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance.'

'Likewise,' Anakin says, his expression grim. The men shake hands very tightly. Then, you seat to a meal, during which you discuss the deal that would be acceptable to both sides. Or you try, but Reykeo keeps changing the subject. In the end, the night falls and you're no closer to making it work. But Esmovink promises to come tomorrow.

'Well, now that I met him, I can say I only like one thing about him,' Skywalker says once your guest is gone.

'Which is?' you ask. He smiles softly at you.

'Thanks to him I could spend time with you today and I can do so again tomorrow,' he answers. You chuckle and step closer to him. He enwraps you in a hug and kisses the top of your head.

'Will you spend the night here?' you whisper. He sighs.

'I wish I could,' he answers. 'But I'm sure the Council wants the report about today, face to face since we're on the same planet, and it's already late. If I was to make a trip there and here again…'

'I understand,' you sigh and tilt your head to meet his lips with yours. The kiss is long and sweet. Later, when you fall asleep in your bed, you're still smiling at the memory of it.

*

You're preparing for the day when suddenly you hear Lanash's distressed voice. Before you can go and see what's going on, Reykeo strolls in. You stare at him, surprised.

'Rey, you're much earlier than we agreed on,' you say. He chuckles and spreads his arms.

'Can you blame me I want to spend more time with you?' he asks. 'Without anyone else present?'

'We agreed that General Skywalker's opinion is valuable,' you say. 'You were impressed with his insights yesterday.'

'Yes, and I admit he can help us make it work,' he says and walks closer to you. 'But I want to catch up with you, [Y/N]. We're more than politician and a princess. We were friends, were we not?'

'We were,' you confirm, smiling slightly, but still feeling nervous. 'Very well. Lanash? Can you bring us something to drink?'

Your maid gives the Senator a distrustful look but leaves. You invite Esmovink on the couch.

'Lanash… wasn't that the name of the girl always around you, your governess' daughter?' he asks.

'The one and the same,' you confirm.

'Hm. How the times change,' he says after a moment. You start talking about your lives. When your maid brings you drinks, she lets you know she informed your husband about the situation and he's already on his way. You can only guess how unhappy he is about this development.

'Tell me, [Y/N],' your guest says at some point, 'is there someone special in your life?'

'My family and my people,' you answer.

'I meant romantically,' he chuckles. Your heart skips a beat at the thought of Anakin.

'I'm married to my duty,' you lie.

'Me as well,' he sighs, putting away his drink. He moves closer to you. You tense. Even more when he puts a hand on your knee.

'But maybe it doesn't have to be this way,' he purrs, slowly going higher with his hand.

'Yes, it must,' you say firmly, knocking his hand of your leg. He chuckles.

'Come on, darling,' he says and grins. 'I remember very well you had a crush on me when we were younger.'

'I didn't know you were aware of it,' you say after a bit, slightly embarrassed.

'Oh, I was, and I was flattered, but… at the time I only thought of you as a younger sister, so I didn't say anything, not wanting to ruin our friendship,' he says and looks you up and down with appreciation. 'But now… you've become a fine woman. Imagine, what it would mean for our planets and the Republic-'

'No,' you interrupt him harshly. You stand up and walk away. He slowly raises to his feet as well. You shake your head.

'I used to have feelings for you,' you admit. 'But it was years ago. We both were different people then.'

'It doesn't mean you can't feel something again,' he insists, taking your hand in his.

'Rey, don't,' you say, pulling your hand free from his grasp. You turn around, your heart beating fast.

'It's that Jedi, isn't it?' he asks. You tense.

'General Skywalker?' you ask, trying to act surprised. 'We're friends, nothing more.'

'Then why was he glaring at me whenever I made you laugh yesterday?' he asks.

'You're confused,' you insist, feeling a knot forming in your stomach.

'Isn't it forbidden for a Jedi to have romantic ties?' he asks and you hear a hint of malice in his voice. 'He would be banished from the Order, would he not?'

'There is nothing romantic between he and I.'

'Then there is absolutely nothing to stop us from doing this.'

You frown. You're about to ask what he means, but then you feel his arms on your shoulder and he turns you around. You feel fear when you see a glint of lust in his eyes. He dips you and leans his face to yours.

'Rey! Rey, no!' you say loudly, panicked. 'Mpf!'

He kisses you and your eyes go wide. Just at that moment the door opens and Anakin walks in with a very grim expression on his face. But when he sees what's happening, his expression turns to shock and then to fury.

'Get away from her!' he shouts, pointing his finger at Reykeo. Esmovink lets you go and turns around in surprise, clearly not expecting Skywalker to show up so quickly. But before he can say anything, your husband starts clenching his fist, while his arm is still extended toward the Senator. Your former friend is raised in the air and starts choking. Then, Anakin waves his hand toward the wall and that's were Reykeo flies, hitting it hard.

You stare at Skywalker with shock. He ignites his lightsaber and walks toward Esmovink. Your heart starts beating furiously.

'Anakin, no!' you protest, shaking your head. You're furious at the Senator for what he did but you don't want any fight in here.

'Why don't you try fighting like a man without your Jedi tricks?' your former friend taunts, standing up. Your husband turns off his weapon and throws it away. He smirks.

'Oh, it would be my pleasure,' he says and advances at Reykeo, then takes a battle stance, while Esmovink does the same. You stare at them, bewildered.

Anakin is faster. He punches the Senator on the face, causing him to land on his knees with a groan. Then he hits him again, making him land on his back. He starts punching him.

'Both of you stop this!' you demand.

'You don't have a say in this!' Skywalker says, glancing at you. It allows your former friend to kick him off of himself and sit up.

'I thought you said he didn't have feelings for you?' he mocks, glancing at you, and stands up. They face each other again and your husband looks at you with hurt. You respond with an apologetic one, because while you hated lying about your relationship to protect you both, you know it still caused him pain. But he turns that into anger and throws himself at Reykeo with a scream.

'Ahhh! I see you for what you truly are!' he shouts, hitting Esmovink, not allowing him to punch back. He pushes him on the couch, making him tumble over it.

'You're a serpent, a traitor!' Anakin says. The Senator kicks him in the face and jumps on his feet. They resume their fight.

'Please! Stop this! No!' you beg with tears in your eyes.

'Is that all you got?' Skywalker taunts. They advance on each other. They grab each other's shoulder and start pushing.

'You should accept that the Princess has other interests than you,' your former friend pants. The Jedi headbutts him with a yell. He lifts him with the Force and throws him on the table, causing it to break. Then, he runs to him, grabs him and throws him on the ground.

'Skywalker, you fool,' Reykeo grunts. He gets punched again. Your husband turns him on his back and starts punching his face hard.

'Stop it! Anakin, stop!' you shout, running to him. 'What are you doing?'

You make a move to pull him away, but at that moment he takes a swing and ends up elbowing you in the face. You gasp and fall on your bottom. Skywalker immediately stops and stares at you in horror, while you look at him with bewilderment, touching your face.

'I'm sorry…' he says and stares at his hands with shock. You feel hands on your arms. You turn your head and see concerned Lanash.

'My lady?' she asks with worry.

'I'm okay,' you say quietly.

'Your Highness?!' you hear Hawk's voice. You roll your eyes. Finally, something has alarmed them.

'Come in immediately,' you order, your voice loud. Your bodyguard and a few other guards rush in. They stare in surprise at Anakin sitting on a very beaten up Reykeo.

'Senator Esmovink has… made unwanted advances on me,' you say, not looking at either of the men. 'General Skywalker arrived just in time. But because they're both men, the fight broke out. If you could escort the Senator out.'

'Certainly, Your Highness,' Hawk says, glaring at your former friend. He tries to protest but no one listens to him. The guards take him out.

'Oh, Princess [Y/N]!' C-3PO exclaims, rushing to you. 'Are you all right?'

'Threepio, could you take a look at Anakin?' you ask.

'Of course, Your Highness,' the droid answers and turns to Skywalker. 'Please, Master Anakin, come with me.'

'[Y/N]-' your husband starts. You look at him and force a smile.

'I'll be all right,' you assure him. 'Go with Threepio. We… we'll talk later.'

He nods reluctantly and follows C-3PO. You stand up with Lanash's help and she leads you toward your bedroom. You stop by the threshold. There's a small table and on it is a bowl with popcorn. You give your maid a look.

'What?' she asks. 'I've waited for that since yesterday. And it was better than I imagined. Except the elbow part.'

You shake your head with disbelief and allow her to take a look at you in your bedroom. When Threepio finishes with Anakin and he goes to find you, you're already back in the living room, staring at the ruined table. He walks to you sheepishly.

'The Jedi Council, the Senate and my father have been informed that Senator Esmovink tried to… force his advances on me,' you say before he can speak up. 'They're all outraged, obviously. My father especially. He called the president of Uburba immediately. He fears retaliation from my dad, so he called Esmovink home and removed him from his position. Then, to calm everyone down, he agreed on a very good deal for the Republic. It's over.'

'Do they know…' he starts hesitantly.

'I told them I asked him to stop and then you asked him to move away but he didn't listen and made you fight him,' you respond after a moment. 'You fought with him to protect me. All of that is true.'

'I attacked him because I was furious that he dared to kiss you,' he says after a beat. 'I wanted to kill him. Show him you're mine.'

'I am yours. You don't have to beat every guy to show it.'

'But they don't know that! No one does…'

'We knew how it's going to be when we decided for this relationship and then to get married. They can't know. Not yet.'

'Then when? What if I'm tired of it? What if I want them all to know?'

You don't respond for a moment. Finally, you look at him, pain in your eyes. You're tired, so much tired, he can see it in your eyes. And he can see a bruise on your face. He deflates immediately and hesitantly reaches out to you. When you don't pull away, he caresses your cheek gently.

'I'm so sorry…' he whispers, tears welling up in his eyes. 'I… I don't know what happened to me. It was like… anger took control over me. I shouldn't have let that happened. I hurt you because of that.'

You touch his hand on your cheek. You smile slightly.

'I forgive you,' you say, surprising him. 'I know you would never hurt me intentionally. But what happened today… you letting anger control your actions… it can never happen again.'

'It won't, I swear,' he promises, falling on his knees. He puts his arms around your waist and lays his head on your knees. You play with his hair.

'Tell me what you need,' you whisper. 'I'm here, Anakin. Just tell me how I can help.'

'I will,' he whispers. 'But for now… I just want to hold you. Can I?'

'Of course,' you answer, nodding. 'It's perfectly all right.'

You stay like that for a long time. It's not perfectly well. But you made a first step and you know you can fix it.

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❄️Frost Secrets from the Other Son Chapter 9 Ballad of the Leaves

Chapter summary: Loki and Lillian decide their son’s life might be best saved in a faraway realm.

Smut rating: Sorry 😞 this chapter is mostly drama! Just longing….😭😭😭

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Laufey slowly made his way up the long claustrophobic stairway to the top of his aging castle. Loose bricks wobbled under large feet, causing dust to mix with the falling snow, coating his muscular blue body with a fine sheen of dirty sleet.

Once he took the last step, he wandered across the battlement, eyes seemingly searching the darkness for his own memories. A dream had woken him from sleep.

He had not thought about Azira in a long time, but he had never totally forgotten her. She was still there in his mind, hundreds of years later. Parts of her, at least.

In the chaos of the war with Odin’s Aesir, he had lost their young son. He had assumed the child had perished in the aftermath or during the bloody destruction Jötunnheim had endured. Another loss for his realm when they had already lost so much. Laufey had told Azira that he believed the child dead. He gave her an ending to the unknown, hoping it would bring her peace.

It did not, she unceremoniously left Jötunnheim, and him, returning to her home.

Few frost giants were left, and his lover and child's loss had stunned Laufey. A secret he kept to himself. Under the council's guidance, he moved on quickly to return the order to his realm. He married; he had more children. He rebuilt Jötunnheim.

But tonight, Azira had come to him in his dream.

She was holding the baby they lost so many years ago. Jötunn were not sentimental beings, and this kind of dream was uncommon. Laufey decided to resist more contemplation on the matter. He returned to his chamber and his bed. His current wife, still sleeping peacefully, turned over to her side, not knowing he had ever left.

“My lady, you demand too much. If you recall correctly, I see all-not ignore all-as you seem to be asking me to do as of late.”

Heimdall seemed to be referring to more than just the current proposition Lillian was requesting of him, which was a good sign that he had let Enid pass through to Midgard…She had called him from her quarters, hoping he would hear her. When he appeared before her in his astro form, relief was palpable across her face.

“Heimdall, I don’t know secret passages or portals. I only know you can get me to Jötunnheim by way of the Bifrost. That is where I must go,” Lillian said, instinctively touching her stomach.

“Where is Prince Loki, Lillian? Should you plot such things in your condition? My lady, I worry for your health and the eyes that might see you. Has there even been an official announcement of the first royal grandchild?”

Lillian answered Heimdall, her anger brewing, “I don’t believe there will be an announcement now that it seems my son is Jötunn. Odin and Frigga were not happy. Loki and I obviously were, um, you know….”

“I know. Yes. Go on.”

She continued, “yes, but they were somewhat excited they didn’t have to keep lying, and then they could just spin some story to the rest of Asgard. But now that my son is a frost giant, they can’t, and my body can’t….”

Tears fell from Lillian's face in silent streams as she wiped them with her shirt. Heimdall wished he was in the room with her. He would hold her tight. The woman needed someone...

“I’ll ask again, my lady, where is your baby's father now?”

The dark, thickly patinaed walls of Tveten Gård were comforting to Loki. Years of candle smoke, tobacco, and the blustery hot air of intoxicated patrons, fixed the sheen to the tavern's interior.

He often came here when he was young, but he had not returned for a very long time. Royal duties had taken precedence, and he relinquished the pursuits of his youth. Although he was back at his familiar haunt tonight, meeting Lukas.

Loki had left the palace when he thought Lillian was asleep. Or hoped she was. He had not noticed one of her eyes open as he left his chambers. Given the course of the last few weeks and their near-constant state of panic, she let Loki go without questioning.

This wasn’t the time to try and tame him back into domestic subserviency. If he felt he had to sneak out in the middle of the night, she hoped he was just smoking clove cigarettes on the balcony and left it at that for now. She was too tired to think of anything more damming for the prince at the moment.

Since they found out her body could not carry their son to term fully, most hours were spent searching tirelessly for a spell, magic, some unknown siður that would allow their son to make it safely to this realm. Frigga and Eir led the charge. They were also bound by their oaths to save this child’s life, even if its existence was politically complex and caused a significant disruption in the house of Odin. Frigga was also full of guilt.

She went over her mind hundreds of ways she could have told Loki of his heritage. If he had just known, he could have been more prepared. They all could have been. Odin had never permitted it. Loki was his prize, his bargaining chip for the peace between Jötunn and the Aesir. Laufey had believed his son dead. His existence guaranteed peace between the realms. When it was the right time, Odin would tell Laufey, and not a moment before.

Lukas walked into the tavern and held out his large arms, folding Loki into them, knocking him off his stool.

“Hey, you never learn, do you, don’t hug me,” Loki said, steadying himself back on the leather seat.

“Nice to see you too, Loki,” Lukas sneered at him.

“Barkeep, we will have two bottles of your finest distilled barley spirits,” Lukas yelled over Loki's scrunched shoulders.

“Two bottle night, huh? Did Aslaug break up with you again?” Loki laughed. The levity of merely worrying about a fickle girlfriend made him feel like he was young again, unfettered.

“Yes, again. I swear, I wonder what I did this time. Loki, you should write her a letter about me, certifying my worth,” Lukas said as he grabbed the bottles the bartender slid down to his waiting hands. He uncorked the brown liquid and quickly filled their glasses.

Bringing up his glass to Loki’s face, he said, “what should we toast to?”.

“I can’t think of much, honestly,” Loki said truthfully.

“Oh no, man, I don’t like this! What’s happened to my favorite mischief?” His breath was hot near the nape of Loki’s neck, his lips too close to his ear.

Loki swatted him away. What had he done? Why was he hanging out with his old lover? His thoughts immediately return to Lillian, pregnant with his son, fitfully sleeping in his bed.

“No offense, my man! Lighten up, Loki. Has Thor got your panties in a bunch again? Let me remind you how we used to get your mind off your dull-witted brother.”

Lukas took Loki’s body and pulled him close to him. His chest was so near to his that he could feel Lukas’ heart beating through his leather cloak.

“You recall, don’t you? Or was I truly that unmemorable?” Lukas playfully jeered as he spun them around to the festive music playing in the back of the tavern.

Loki didn’t move. He was a heavyweight in Lukas’ arms.

When Lukas noticed Loki was not dancing, he spoke defiantly, “oh, you’re no fun anymore, Odinson. You’ve become a bore.”

He took a swig of his drink, slammed down the empty glass, and pirouetted away from Loki, grabbing a rather fun-looking woman away from talking with her friends. He spun her around in a circle, then proceeded to do a version of the Asgard two-step, always looking over his shoulder at the brooding raven-haired man who had moved on from the glass to one of the bottles.

By the blessings of the new gods Lillian was starting to pray to, Heimdall eventually agreed to Lillian’s request, barely.

He had now stuck his neck out for the young woman yet again, for reasons he didn’t quite understand. Every time he talked to Lillian, he felt a feeling of protection toward her, like she was one of his daughters. He also was old enough to know the truth, although he would never tell Lillian what exactly he knew.

The stoic guardian would also not admit that he loved the youngest son of Odin very much, having equal parts compassion for his plight as well. He risked his life for the young couple because it was the right thing to do.

It just happened to be treasonous by default.

The only request he made to Lillian in return for his blind eye was to have the young prince go with her. There was no way she would go there alone, under any circumstances, but he promised he would help her. Satisfied with Heimdall’s promise, she crawled back into her empty bed. Loki still was not home.

He must be smoking a lot of cigarettes...

Staring at the ceiling, she wondered what they would find on Jötunnheim. She would not let herself imagine they wouldn’t find a way for their son to be born. Having little experience as a mother so far, the drive to protect him sometimes amazed her. Where did this instinct come from?

It was more than primal; it was like it came from the center of the universe. The love she felt was overwhelming. Although her passion for her baby’s father kept her eyes taped open and sleep evading her.

Where was he?

As the light of day illuminated Loki’s chambers, Lillian woke.

She had finally fallen asleep a few hours before, and Loki had returned at some point. A thin satin sheet covered his naked form. Protective of her fragile condition, Loki had not touched her since their interlude in the cave. In truth, her wicked love and desire had joined their bodies, so it had been a while since she felt his desire; she had become accustomed to it, like her own breath.

Inhaling deeply, she smelled alcohol and smoke in Loki's hair as she laid her head back on the pillow. She didn’t want to need him. She didn’t want to be so vulnerable that she would accuse him of something, especially since she had no idea if she would ever know if his response was truthful.

His response to her condition so far was noble. He was putting in the time and effort to find all the books he could read, to uncover a way to save their son, but he had also grown distant. For now, Lillian forgave him for what he may have done or not done. Which was probably stupid and naïve, but her life was focused on staying alive and keeping her son alive.

If Loki was going to be a father and partner, he needed to do it wholeheartedly. There was no forcing him. The beautiful time they had shared in the four months before the baby was remarkable. He was remarkable. Loki checked boxes she didn’t know she had. He was also dealing with his entire world being false. His identity being a lie. There was a small affordance she gave him to grow the fuck up. She hoped he would soon.

When she felt Loki stir, she pretended to be still asleep.

“Lilly, are you awake?” he gently rolled over, propping himself on his elbow.

Silence.

“Lilly?”

“If a person doesn’t answer your question while lying in bed, Loki, they are usually asleep,” she finally offered, barely audible.

“I knew it. You’re awake,” he said while placing a large palm on her belly.

“Is he awake too?” Loki inquired with a lovely and annoying gesture.

Loki leaned down and put his face next to her tiny bump, “baby? Can you hear me? I can’t wait to meet you, you know, but you must stay in your mama for a while longer yet, don’t even think of coming to see us. We will wait for his highness to join us. Listen to your father.”

Loki looked up at Lillian, her eyes were closed, but a faint smile had found its way across her face.

She loved this complicated asshole.

Despite his questionable choices of late to hang out at the tavern with his old lover in the middle of a crisis, Loki’s thoughts were wholly preoccupied with his son’s wellbeing. He had never imagined being a father, let alone this way, and with a human. He never imagined he was not Aesir either.

Lillian was so fragile to him. Not only was she human, equipped only with her intelligence and heart, she also had no magic, power, or way to find her way through the nine realms without him. He was bound to protect her too.

But did protecting her mean staying with her?

The haunted thought had crossed his mind a few times. If she could go back to Earth, maybe that was the safest place for her. He just had to make sure she could have his child. There must be a way. While he was lost in the caverns of his mind, Lillian’s eyes fully opened, and she sat up.

“Loki, I’m going to tell you what we are doing next, and you will do it with me because I don’t think I can do this without you as much as I would. I need your help.”

“We are going to Jötunnheim.”

Loki sprang up out of bed, feet on the floor. How could she even suggest this? He was aghast. He was awake.

If he was just barely still the youngest son of Odin, by going to Jötunnheim, and if caught, he would, without a doubt, never see the throne of Asgard. His father would close the Bifrost and find a way to erase all three. Odin was just that ruthless.

He knew it. Lillian knew it too. How could she risk that? How could she ever ask this of him? He took a moment to quiet his inner thoughts before speaking. He really didn’t want to upset Lillian.

“Why would we do that, Lillian? Why would the monsters of Jötunnheim have anything to help us?” He said calmly, trying to remain centered.

“Because that is where you were born. I know there are healers there like there are healers here. They will know what to do.”

Unable to restrain his voice, “what if they kill us before we get a chance to open our mouths?”

“They won’t, Loki, they won’t. They will recognize you, and someone will be able to help.”

“You are that naïve? You are supposed to be a college-educated journalist, the most elite Midgard could muster. I am beginning to feel like you lied on your application!” Loki was furious now. He was again saying things he should not, but he continued...

“Lillian, you have no idea what these brutal beasts can do? They would rip your head off without a second thought! They are not capable of complex thinking. They are like the beasts of the field. They only fight! My own father left me for dead!” He was now screaming.

Lillian was determined to remain unalarmed by Loki’s anger, “This is what Odin has told you. How do you know who the Jötunn are? Just think about it for a moment. There were advantages of painting them as monsters, of having an enemy. What would Odin have gained by othering the Jötunn? What advantage? What if there was a chance they had sophisticated healing like Asgard? What about the cave? The stories of exchanges between the Jötunn and the Aesir! I don’t think their philosophy could have been so different!”

“No,” Loki said firmly, turning around and magicking himself a new official outfit for the day.

Although truly he wished he would just have stayed naked, and their terrible conversation would cease. He wished for nothing more than to be naked lying with Lillian. He wanted his son to be healthy. He wanted things to be normal.

Lillian continued, “you won’t let yourself imagine the true depths the father, who you already know is a liar, would have gone to lie to his people? Is it that much of a stretch? You won’t imagine because you are afraid of what you are without this stupid title and all your stupid privilege.”

With that statement, Loki stopped readying himself. He came and sat down next to Lillian on the bed. Something finally stuck in that thick skull of his.

“I don’t care about my title Lillian. You know that. I might have wanted to be king, but not because of the reasons you might think…Oh, Lilly. Why are you so naturally brave? Brave and angry? You just do the right thing; you don’t think twice. I don’t understand why you love me. I’m a coward.”

Lilly placed her arms tightly around Loki’s warm, heaving body. His breathing was uneven and shallow. He was holding back a flood of pain and tears. She held him tight for what felt like years before finally feeling like she could release him.

Looking into his eyes, Lillian spoke, “you are bold as well. You never think twice about dismantling the bullshit that you see around you,” she said softly.

“That’s courageous.”

Loki smiled, intertwining his large hand in her much smaller one. He kissed her forehead, his blue eyes watery but solid, unwavering.

“When’s the next flight to Jötunnheim then, my love? I hope you’ve packed your snowsuit.” He was laughing, feeling again his love for Lillian in his heart.

“Heimdall agreed to transport us.”

Loki looked genuinely shocked, “that old man has lost his mind. Doesn’t he know it would be dungeons for all of us, for eternity, no Valhalla?”

“I think he knows something, Loki, I can’t be sure, but I think that is why he is helping us. We are on the right side of history. He knows it.”

Loki pondered Lillian’s statement and simply proceeded to kiss her passionately. His tongue found its way to her mouth, searching. She responded in kind, devouring him. The longing she felt exploded in response to his touch. They had this moment. They were still alive, still not yet in Odin’s dungeon or trampled by fang-toothed giants. They had one another. Lillian was a trapped mortal, and Loki was an eternal orphaned god. They were on the run, inventing a new life with their heroic efforts or stupidity.

Jötunnheim it was then.

On to Chapter 10

[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

Wicked, part one (DT royal AU)

Summary: Hoping to stop the centuries-old feud between two very different kingdoms - a modern-day Astros and the traditional Dracovia, a treaty is signed on an arranged marriage between the future monarchs. However, Astros’ King is unaware his new bride comes with a plan of her own - she’s not interested in peace or his love, for she wants his crown and kingdom.

Warnings: swearing, SMUT,  angst, mentions of death...

Word count: 5900

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It’s a story as old as time – a woman in distress is saved by prince charming and once the dust settles and they realize they have fallen in love, a marriage occurs. When the king marries his dame, every fairytale ends with a happily ever after. However, Grayson will learn that’s not how his story ends.

Centuries of mutual hate and disputes over land, bloodshed in wars that late King Sean wanted to end before his demise had all lead to a signed agreement. Once Crown Princess of Dracovia and the Crown Prince of Astros are of age, the two will join hands in holy matrimony and bind the two kingdoms for a peaceful future. The intention was to bring a new age to both kingdoms, to see a dawn instead of the sunset they were all forced to live in.

“You know your duty.” King Sean told his sons in his last days, reminding them of the sacrifice one of them has to make.

While in Dracovia, the rules of succession were clear - the eldest becomes the ruler, in Astros the line of succession was decided after their king dies by trials. Trials of mind, body, endurance between the siblings was to determine which of the two will rule over Astros and marry the future queen of Dracovia.

“Yes father.” Ethan and Grayson didn’t fight it. Both of them knew their destiny would be to marry for duty. They couldn’t even dream of love. Not when there was a kingdom to think of.

Meanwhile, the Dracovian Princess had a similar conversation with her father, the king.

“You know your duty.” King of Dracovia spoke solemnly as he reminded his daughter of her assignment, the blood she’d have to spill and the throne she’d have to claim.

For a long time, Princess Y/N had no intention of following through with her father’s mad plans despite everything that happened in the past. She believed the past should stay just that…a ghost of remembrance that cannot affect the future.

Her beliefs changed once she watched her best friend lose her head after they were supposedly meeting for a confirmation of the peace treaty…the one she agreed on because they wanted to see if she was pretty enough for their future King of Astros. Once she had lost Andrea, Y/N’s heart turned black and she willingly forged her path to Astros.

“Yes father.” Y/N wanted to appease her father. More than that…she wanted vengeance. After all, she was trained for this her whole life. She knew she was ready.

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“Your highness, we have official news from the new king of Astros.” Lady Mareen walked into princess Y/N’s quarters, a letter neatly folded in its envelope on a golden platter.

With a hum, Y/N beckons her lady to come closer, taking the letter in her possession. She had been expecting the news ever since she heard there would be a new King crowned, the same man who would wed her after. She is of age, has been for a week now. He’s been of age for a year, as well. Both her potential husbands were already nineteen summers wiser, nearly twenty.

Taking out a small blade, the hilt black with a silver dragon wrapped around it, sapphires placed instead of its eyes, Y/N took a moment to admire the wondrous dagger. It had been a gift from her father, the king of Dracovia. It had been a way to give her courage, to let her know he believed in her - his daughter, the dragon queen. Sure, the dragon’s time had long passed and most people outside of Dracovia would laugh at the notion of them ever being real, but Y/N believed in a dragon’s wisdom and guidance and it all led her to this moment.

Using the tip, she cut open the envelope and drew out the letter with just the tip of her index finger. Unfolding it, she nodded to herself before speaking.

“It seems my husband is to be Grayson Bailey Dolan, the youngest of their dynasty. He had managed to win the trials by beating his brother in a duel. He lost the battle of the wits and managed to win the courageous trial by mere seconds.” Looking up from the letter, Y/N smirked.

“He should have lost. This was dumb luck.” Looking back at the neatly written letters, she continued.

“The King was crowned a week after, and he married me through our proxy only five days later.” Even if she hadn’t even seen him yet, Y/N felt sick to her stomach knowing she’s already considered to be his wife.

“It says I am to sail to their kingdom in two days' time where I shall do my duty and bear him children so that we can bring about a new era of peace.” Snorting, Y/N ripped the paper in two, tossing it beside her chair. She had no interest in bearing his children, especially not when she had her heart set on taking his life and marrying someone of her own choosing.

Y/N came from a long line of very traditional royals, those who believed to be descendants of the dragons themselves. They called her blood the blood of the dragon and when she decided to be a mother, her children will not bear tainted blood of her enemies. She refuses to have her insides become a home for his evil seed. While tradition demands she has children, Y/N decided to accept one thing that would rescue her from such a fate - birth control pills.

“Your father must be told.” Lady Mareen voiced her opinion, earning an annoyed sigh from her future queen.

“He knows. Make the necessary arrangements, we leave soon. Make sure you’re well-acquainted with their traditions and values, you’ll be my most trusted advisor.”

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It had been a week since she abandoned her home in search of vengeance. Y/N had spent each hour plotting the best way to go about - be herself and seize the throne by force or to play the dutiful wife that Grayson will fall in love with and sign crown matrimonial on his own accord…after which she’d put her dragon blade through his heart…and his brother’s and anyone else who stands in her way.

The continued travel on waves had given her calamity, but there was nothing calm in the storm inside her mind. She was prepared for a lot, aware Astros seems like a completely different planet in comparison to the life she’s lead in Dracovia. It would need adjustment, but she could find a way to connect to their people, to win their hearts. If she found love among the people, she’d be a step closer to the throne.

She watched the almost finished bridge between the countries with narrowed eyes, realizing it may help her travel home much faster than by water. While it was a long way to go, she had time to think and prepare for the task she set herself up to do.

However, despite all she expected, the moment she saw the sandy beaches in the sunset, the icy flames in her eyes came alive with fury.

“Is the King with them?” Y/N hissed through her teeth, appalled by her welcome committee.

A dozen of casually dressed or half-naked people waited barefoot in the sand, some cameras set in place to stream the dragon princess when she steps foot on their lands.

“Is he…shirtless? Doesn’t he own a shirt?!” She nearly threw up at the sight, upset over the way she was to be welcomed. “Such disrespect. I had low expectations from these barbarians, but this managed to exceed those expectations!” Y/N bashed on Grayson’s choice of outfit and she found herself absolutely horrified by the scene she was met with. After all, who greets his future wife, a woman of royal blood - dragon blood, like she’s a common whore?

“I’m sorry, majesty, but we’ll dock soon and they cannot hear you speak in such a manner. They’re a proud nation and their sense of appropriate royal behavior differs from ours.” Lady Mareen spoke in a hushed tone, hoping to calm her future queen down. She could tell the young princess is fuming, but she needed her wits when they docked and she had to make sure the fire is out by then.

“I have to ask you once again…do you truly think you should do this? How would more bloodshed be justified? Would Andrea want this or would she seek peace?” And that was Lady Mareens first mistake. Without so much as turning around to grace the lady with the honor of eye contact, Y/N gripped the railings with all her might. She had been certain of her choice for a long time now, ever since they cut her friend’s head off and tossed her heedless body at her feet, but before that as well…she still didn’t believe her mother’s death was an accident. The ship wreckage was far too damaged to be the result of a storm she didn’t even see or hear happen. Y/N suspected them to be guilty of regicide too.

“I will answer injustice with justice.” Drawing in a sharp breath, Y/N felt her icy fire spread through her veins, replacing the uncontrollable rage within.

“And you will watch your tongue or you shall find yourself without one.”

Plastering a pleasant, fake smile on her lips, Y/N made eye contact with the man that stepped out of the group of people on the beach, realizing that just might be the king…her husband Grayson.

But before the ship had docked, they soon hit a reef, knocking some of the men over the railing and definitely shaking the princess up. Nostrils flaring, eyes narrowed at the reef she could see through the crystal clear waters, Y/N felt her blood run cold as ice.

“The water is low enough for us to walk to the shore, your highness.” The captain spoke, his voice a little shaky as he pressed his cap to his stomach while his nerves clearly took over. How was he supposed to tell his future queen that he had missed a whole reef and that the boats were now destroyed from impact?

Turning around on her heel, her shoulders rolled back and her chest puffed out, Y/N looked like a perfect picture of royalty, poised and graceful, beautiful and just as dangerous.

With a deathly glare aimed at the captain, she scoffed, pressing her lips together.

“I believe you might have a way to the shore that won’t get you wet.” Lady Mareen whispered, turning the princess’ rage over to herself and her attention back to the shore.

Raising an eyebrow in surprise, Y/N noticed the same shirtless man she thought would be her husband had run into the water, walking over to the ship. His face is clearer the closer he gets, his determination visible in every clench of his chiseled jaw. This is a man much more than a simple king, a man not easily swayed. Grayson Dolan, the king of Astros would clearly be a problem with his warrior instincts, for she had never met a royal willing to get wet for a woman they’ve never met but a warrior who was sworn to die in her name. And he looked just like them - a warrior who would die for her and she didn’t know if she liked the notion, or feared it.

“Will you come down or should I carry you piggyback down?” Grayson shouted up at his future wife, his voice light and cheery, way too informal and teasing. For a woman who had never had a man dare speak to her before being presented formally, Y/N could only snort at his behavior that’s unbecoming for a king.

“I’m wearing a dress!” Y/N shouted back, a little irritation slipping past her with her sharp tone.

“So? I’ll see what’s under before the day is done anyway!” Grayson chuckled, his words angering her. She knows she’s supposed to consummate the marriage, that much she can’t avoid, but to be spoken to in such a manner even before they’ve been introduced? That was unheard of. She’s not some wench he can treat as he pleases – she is the blood of the dragons of the old and she demanded respect.

“Just jump!” Grayson added, realizing his mistake once he saw her look at him furiously, her cheeks darkening so much that he could tell even from a distance. Ethan had warned him to be formal, charming and untrusting toward her - to be careful, but Grayson never expected her to be such a beauty, so captivating, a goddess in her like. He had seen many women that possessed beautiful, symmetrical lines of their face, but Y/N had something he had never seen before – graceful rage and while he should know better, he found himself craving the burn she offered just as much as the cold she provided.

“What?! Are you mental?” She screamed at him, leaning over the railing to make sure she heard him over the crashing waves. He seemed tall, very tall in comparison to her, so if the waves were up to his mid-thigh? They would drown her with that dress of hers. The corset would make it even harder for her to breathe and she’d drown…Perhaps that’s a little dramatic to an average human, but the princess had never stepped foot in the ocean before, let alone swam on her own…swimming wasn’t one of the lessons she needed to learn to be a royal, so yes, she believed she’d drown.

“I’ll catch you, I swear! I never break my royal promises!” Grayson crossed his index and middle finger in a gesture she didn’t understand, but what else could she do?

Knowing it’s insane, Y/N didn’t see a better way to go about things. She had to risk it and trust this man she wouldn’t ever trust, she swore it. But even if he dropped her, she’d still land in water, her life wouldn’t hang on his ability to catch a woman of her size. Sure, her dignity and ego would be bruised, but she’d survive...if the waves didn’t pull her under.

Climbing over the railing, she held on tightly. She drew in a shuddered breath of bone-chilling fear before she stopped being afraid entirely as her mother’s words reminded her of who she is.

“Dragons can’t die, not like humans do. Remember who you are, my dear. You’re a dragon’s heir, the future Dragon Queen and the only silver dragon patron we’ve had since the first Queen. You can’t be defeated.”

She’s the blood of the dragon, she can’t be killed so easily.

The wind whipped her hair about her face and she sucked in a deep breath. Her muscles were poised as if to run away but instead, she brought her toes to the edge. Now she trusted her life to the stranger who she vowed to ruin and she didn’t miss the irony.  As gravity took her fiercely toward the aquatic death trap below, she struggled to claim any of the air that rushed by for her own lungs. The second between jumping and feeling a pair of strong arms with a wet sensation spreading over her felt like an eternity. Then the whirl of color settled into the unfamiliar sight of woodsy brown eyes that pierced her with an unrelenting gaze, taking in every inch of her water splashed face.

“Welcome to Astros, Your Majesty.” Grayson decided to address her properly, at least once. He knew it must be anything but easy for her to be taken from her home, her family and friends and to be placed in a kingdom so different than her own, traditions entirely foreign to her. He wanted her to feel welcome, wanted, cared for and respected.

“I believe there’s more to this kingdom than the ocean.” Y/N tried to keep her voice calm, but the slight shake wasn’t hard to detect by Grayson’s keen ears who were trying to absorb every word spoken by the woman he held so tightly to his chest, even if his arms were aching really badly from keeping his promise to catch her. Sure, he didn’t manage to keep her dry and they did hit the water with the impact, but her feet didn’t touch the sand and her pretty glassy Cinderella shoes were still in place.

“Of course. Plenty to see.” Grayson smirked, realizing she was subtly telling him to move along instead of standing in the ocean like a loon. He couldn’t help his smirk from growing into a full smile once she wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing herself closer to his body, more than before. Realizing he needed her now in the most intimate, dirty way possible, Grayson decided the bedding ceremony would be moved up to immediately after meeting the officials. He had thought about having a ceremony for the wedding again, but being married by proxy wasn’t odd for royalty and his crotch was much more interested in taking the dress that clung to her body off instead of replacing it by another one.

“Can you not afford shirts? Is Astros in such a bad economic state?” Y/N rose her left eyebrow, her question earning her a hearty chuckle from the king who had been silent as he approached the shore. She didn’t know how hard he had to fight to keep himself restrained.

“We’re very well off, Princess. It was a warm day. Clothing isn’t always necessary to run the kingdom.” Winking, he brought a new wave of rosy-colored heat upon her cheeks. Putting her down, rather reluctantly, Grayson had swallowed thickly once she pulled away from him so quickly that her warmth left him yearning for her.

“Welcome.” Ethan was the first to approach her, his hand taking hers carefully. Keeping eye contact with the princess, he pressed an unusually long, open-mouthed kiss on the back of her hand before releasing it with a smug smirk upon his lips once Grayson cleared his throat, dissatisfied with the time Ethan had taken from him.

“I’m Prince Ethan, at your service.” Ethan flashed her a dazzling smile and for a moment, had she not been there with a purpose, Y/N thought he could be a friend. But she knew better. The Dolan twins may look like angels sent from above, but their hearts must be as dark as the deeds their family had committed against hers. She was ready to set fire to their lives and their reign, but in order to do so, she had to get them to trust her fully.

“Delighted to meet you.” She went for a bow, but Grayson swiftly stops her.

“You’re my Queen. You bow to no one.” Grayson explained, smiling as if he had managed to pierce the invisible veil she set between them, unaware she was anything but softened by this gesture.

“No one, but you? My King?” She didn’t hide her discontent with the situation in this moment, wanting him to catch a glimpse of the infinite hate she had for Astros and the ruling family. Unable to speak up, shocked with her reaction, Grayson stared at her with lips parted. He wanted to say something to convince her she wasn’t brought here to be his inferior but equal, however, he couldn’t because that wasn’t entirely true. As long as he refused to sign crown matrimonial, she’d be his inferior, his consort and wife, but never the Queen of Astros in the actual sense.

“If you will excuse me, Lady Mareen and I shall retire.” Y/N exhaled fully once she saw her lady has arrived, relieved she gets to hide from the inquisitive royals and catch a moment where she can breathe.

“Not a problem at all. However, I suppose you’re aware of our duty.” Grayson whispered the last bit, wanting to be more tactical than he was at the ship.

Lifting her chin, Y/N met his gaze decidedly. After all, she couldn’t avoid her marital duty and while he wasn’t the old, ugly, undeveloped king she had imagined in her mind, she wasn’t quite keen on giving herself to him. She had kept her maidenhood all those years only to lose it to a man who shall never be more to her than a husband in name only. She’d never love him…she promised herself that.

“Yes. I shall expect you at dusk.” Y/N nodded curtly, holding her breath as he gave her the honor of bowing for her. He told her she isn’t supposed to bow to anyone, so why did he do so for her? To get her in the mood to spread her legs for him? To dig a tunnel to her heart with soft gestures so the moment she reveals her beating muscle, he’d put a blade through it? She didn’t trust him not to kill her and he’s a fool if he trusts her.

As the girls moved toward the large, beach located castle, Ethan and Grayson finally had a chance to speak.

“She’s drop-dead gorgeous,” Ethan noted, rubbing his chin in a mixture of jealousy and lust as they both stared at her disappearing figure and the way the dress she wore clung to her curves.

“Yeah. And she’s mine, don’t forget that.” Grayson remarked, making sure Ethan knows his place and that his place was definitely not beside his wife. Strangely overprotective already, Grayson wondered if the old tales of the magic in Dracovia were true and if the princess might have used it on him. He felt bewitched, genuinely.

“Oh, I don’t intend to get too close to her at all. I said she’s drop-dead gorgeous as in, she will kill you brother. You’re not going to survive this dragon bride.” Ethan snickered, playfully punching Grayson’s shoulder as he rolled his eyes at his big brother.

Meanwhile, Lady Mareen had helped her future queen disrobe properly for the bedding. Despite it being anything but what the young girl wanted, she had to be presentable. She knew the theory, she had seen it in her training back at Dracovia, but she had never tried to please a man before and she had to be a master in it. She had to seduce his mind just as well as his heart and body, otherwise she would fail. A man is weakest when he’s in bed with a beautiful woman and while she didn’t think of herself as a typical beauty, she knew she could use skill to keep his interest on her instead of the many paramours she assumed he has hidden in one of the many rooms this castle held.

A special room had been readied for the bride and groom. A large corner of the solar had been partitioned off around one of the fireplaces. An enormous bed had been set up in the room and sheets of the softest linen were spread across it. A coverlet of emerald green, lined with black silk fell across the sheets. Rose petals littered the bed.

Now nude, Y/N got under the covers, telling her lady to leave and let her be alone with her thoughts until her husband came around. She cursed herself for noticing just how beautiful and charming he is, how seemingly loving and kind he might be. She reminded herself that men only break hearts…the only time a woman can keep her husband entertained is when the magic of their newly formed marriage surrounds them, but once that’s over? He’ll tire of her and find a new woman to keep him entertained. She had witnessed that one too many times and she wasn’t going to put herself in a position to love a man she has to kill.

The room was supposed to be filled with many court officials, so she braced herself for the inevitable shame she’d have to endure during the bedding ceremony. If losing her virginity to a man she had just met isn’t bad enough, she’d have to do it in front of several strangers who will be there to make sure the marriage was consummated.

Through the oak door, she heard the noise of the men arriving with Grayson carried aloft on their shoulders. He entered feet first, shirtless as he was when they first met, the men yelling their offers of assistance, their wagers as to the competence of his performance of the task ahead. They were silent as they stood him on his feet and stared at the bride who waited in the bed.

The sheet accented her shoulders and the full swelling of her breasts. The candlelight deepened the shadow above the sheet. Funny enough, the candlelight instead of electricity made her feel more at home than she’d like to admit. While Dracovia had electricity, most of the castle stayed alight thanks to candles – fire…fire for the dragon family.

Her bare throat pulsed with life. Her face was set in a firm, serious expression that caused her eyes to darken as if they smoked. Her lips were hard, as if carved of some warm vermilion marble. She averted her gaze, unable to bear being so bare before them all, including the king’s brother who seemed most engrossed in the view he was about to get.

Grayson was quickly undressed and pushed to the bed. The men watched avidly as he drew the covers aside, giving them a glance of Y/N’s bare thigh and hip, but nothing more. Grayson made sure he was fast enough for them to see nothing at all.

“Out! All of you!” Grayson ordered, his voice loud and determined, no one daring question his will.

When the heavy door slammed shut, the room suddenly seemed unnaturally quiet and Y/N found herself achingly aware of the man beside her. Grayson sat looking at her. The only light in the room was from the flames in the fireplace across from the foot of the bed. The light danced on her hair, played with the shadows of her delicate collarbones. At this moment, he remembered nothing of the centuries-old wars between their kingdoms. He had no thoughts of the warning he was given of her possibly making an attempt on his life. He knew only that he was in bed with a desirable woman, moving his hand to touch her shoulder to see if the skin was as smooth as it looked.

Y/N wanted to bare it all and do her duty, but she drew sharply away from him on instinct.

"Don't touch me!", she said through clenched teeth.

He looked at her in surprise. There was hatred in her enchantingly cold eyes, her cheeks flushed red. If possible, her anger made her even more beautiful. Never had he felt such a raging desire. His hand went around her neck, his thumb digging into the soft flesh. "You are my wife," he said in a low voice. "You are mine!"

“I may be your wife, but I will never be yours.” Y/N told him with such spite, such determination that he let her go immediately.

“You’re untouched, aren’t you?” Grayson’s voice softened, his eyes holding more understanding than she liked. Had he acted unreasonably and taken her against her will, she’d at least be right about his horrid heart and vile mind…but he didn’t. Instead of being a savage she imaged him to be, he offered her gentle understanding.

“Every female descent of the dragon is untouched before marriage, my King.” She addressed him properly, nearly throwing up at the title. She hated the notion of him being the King or having to bow to him, despite him telling her she didn’t have to.

“I’m sorry I was rough. I’ll try and be gentler. If you don’t want to go through with this, I won’t force you. I want you…really fucking bad, but I won’t take you against your will.” Grayson sighed as she stared at him with her big, wide eyes, seeing confusion pass her features.

“You won’t?” She cocked her head to the side, sitting up. She held the sheets close to her body, unready to reveal herself just yet.

“You really think that low of me?” Grayson scoffed, pulling away. He was clear on her way of thinking now – she saw him as a beast, not a man worth loving. She hated him. Wanting some fresh air, he moved to stand and leave the bed, but her small hand quickly wrapped around his bicep and applied just enough pressure for him to stop and look back at her. She let the sheet fall as his eyes met hers, bravely fixing him with her fiery gaze. In less than a minute, her eyes turned from ice to flame and he found himself captivated by the change.

“It’s not force if I’m giving myself willingly, is it?” She raised an eyebrow, deciding on a tactic finally. Grayson may be a warrior at heart, but she saw the desire in his eyes and she knew she had to harness it if she would ever convince him she’s his.

Licking his lips as he cracked a smile, Grayson nodded in surprise, unable to keep his eyes from wandering lower to her breasts. He wanted to possess her. His mouth came down brutally hard on hers, claiming them, nearly bruising them.

Y/N fumbled with the sheet that wrapped around her, making Grayson chuckle into the kiss.

"I will help you," Grayson said and tore the sheet away, pulling it from under the mattress. His hand held Y/N's neck, and when the sheet was gone and she lay nude before him, he relaxed his grip as he gazed upon her. He stared at her in wonder; her full breasts, curvy waist, round hips. Then he looked back at her face, her eyes blazing. Her lips were reddened from his kiss, and suddenly there was no power on earth that could stop him from taking her.

He pushed her into the mattress and Y/N saw the warrior look in his eyes and for a moment she feared it. A warrior isn’t gentle at all, unlike what he presented himself as. She feared the pain he’d cause and the tears that would follow. She feared what he’d do to her, but then the fear she felt dissipated as he spoke against her lips.

“I’ll go slowly.” Grayson stopped himself, remembering she’s never had a man in her bed before and once he saw the fear in her eyes extinguish the flame he already adored, he reeled himself in.

“Okay.” Her voice had never been smaller, her hands never as desperate as she clung to him. She wanted to trust the sudden, overwhelming warmth in his unrelentingly tender gaze, but she still awaited the pain that was yet to come. He moved on top of her, his lips attaching to her neck gently as he pressed a kiss above her pulsating carotid, knowing she’s nervous as he felt the speed of her pulse.

With one thigh, Grayson is forcing hers apart. He kissed her again, passionate and slow, distracting her as his hand moves lower, down to the curls he’d be the only man to see, to feel. Slipping his finger between her folds, Grayson found her clitoris and applied enough pressure as he pressed the pad of his thumb against it. He feels her breathing change as he begins to rub circles, her thighs trying to push against his in a need of more friction. And that’s when her first moan escapes her and she closes her eyes completely, letting the pleasure take over.

Unable to wait any longer, Grayson pushed the head of his hardened length between the folds, feeling her wetness pooling over as the nature’s lubricant. Feeling the membrane, Grayson stops for a moment, looking at her carefully for any signs of distress, but she seems lost in the sensation of his thumb against her nerve bundle.

Pressing himself inside, he bows his head in the crook of her neck, growling lowly in pleasure. It’s not the first virgin he had, but it’s the first one that made him want to come on the first thrust.

“Go on.” She encourages him, surprising them both. Swallowing thickly, she sinks her nails into his back, anticipating the next thrust. It would be a lie if she said she wasn’t in pain, but she knew it would get easier as he moves again and she would feel the pleasure again – and she wanted the pleasure more than the pain.

Nodding, Grayson starts moving in and out slowly, refusing to risk her pain for a little more pleasure he’d find in speed and his untimely release. Instead, he’s using deep, slow strokes with a relentless care for her clitoris, drawing louder moans from her with each passing second until he feels her clench around him, his own mind blackening as he feels himself nearing the edge. She’s holding him so tightly to her body, so desperately as she unravels beneath him. Picking up pace, Grayson finally loses control, jerking his hips to meet hers in a deep thrust only to release his semen deep inside her, allowing them both to breathe.

Rolling off her, Grayson decided to stay quiet, allowing her to have control of the moment. If she wants to cuddle, he’d do it for her and if she wants to talk, he’d talk to her, otherwise, he’d just sleep. He placed an arm around her for comfort alone, not pressing himself closer than necessary, closing his eyes once he realizes she’s not interested in him at all after she came down from her high.

And that’s exactly what happened soon after. In minutes, she heard his slow breathing and she knew he was asleep. Silently, she slipped from under his arm and left the bed. She found the sheet Grayson ripped clean off her on the floor at the foot of the bed, taking it and wrapping it around her body. She felt his cum as it ran down her thighs, angrily wiping herself clean with a wet wipe she brought in her bag. After she got herself clean, she opened her jewelry box and pulled out a small packet, pushing out a single pill from the package and swallowing it without water – her safety net, the birth control pill.

Sitting in front of the fire, she glanced at his sleeping figure and sighed deeply, telling herself not to cry. She was supposed to be in control of him, to make him want her and crave her, yet she found it was the opposite. She didn’t love him, but she did feel a connection…perhaps it’s the kindness he showed her or the pleasure he had given her, but something inside her changed and the heart she hardened on purpose found a soft spot for the King.

“Earn his trust, crown matrimonial, take the throne….Mom, Andrea, my youth.” She reminded herself of her plan and the valuable things she’s already lost for him and his family, drawing in a sharp breath when she realized he might hear her…He cannot know of the plan. But she needed her mantra and she recited it slowly, quietly, religiously to push him out of her mind…besides, he was asleep.

Or so she thought.

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Other Groups Masterlist

Old writing style: 🖤 (It’s because I never edited in the beginning and now my new writing is edited :) 

Everything unmarked is fluff

Updated: 8/20/24

I don’t actively write for these groups

Newly added groups have their masterlists linked to their name. And those groups are; Astro, BTS, Day6, NCT (All Units), and Stray Kids. 

Main Masterlist

24k:

One-shots/Series:

Cory:

Day 25 Prompt 37 🖤

Daeil:

Day 9 Prompt 16 [Drinking, Drug use and Smut] (Female Reader) 🖤

Astro: 

One-shots/Series:

Cha Eunwoo:

Polaroid

Warmth [Royal AU]

Sanha:

Day 36 Prompt 12 🖤

B.A.P:

One-shots/Series:

Daehyun:

Day 27 Prompt 31 [Very Small Mentions of Getting High] 🖤

Zelo:

Day 15 Prompt 32 [Mentions of Depression] 🖤

Big Bang:

One-shots/Series:

G-Dragon:

Day 20 Prompt 21 [Suggestive] (Female Reader)🖤

Daesung:

Day 32 Prompt 29 🖤

Block B:

One-shots/Series:

Zico:

Day 29 Prompt 26 🖤

Boyfriend:

One-shots/Series:

Donghyun:

Day 14 Prompt 17 [Angst and Smut] (Female Reader) 🖤

BTS:

One-shots/Series:

Poly BTS:

Sope x Reader 🖤

Namjoon (RM):

I’ll Be Home for Christmas🖤

Seokjin (Jin):

Request?

Yoongi (Suga):

Day 2 Prompt 11 [Smut] 🖤

Daycare Days🖤

Snowglobes [Smidgen of angst]🖤

Hoseok (J-Hope):

Day 17 Prompt 35 🖤

The Best Present 🖤

Taehyung (V):

Day 26 Prompt 18 [Smut] 🖤

Two Sweethearts🖤

CNBlue:

One-shots/Series:

Common [Soulmate AU] 🖤

Day6: 

One-shots/Series:

Sungjin:

Hufflepuff! Sungjin and Gryffindor! Reader 🖤

Small Tree 🖤

Jaehyung (Jae):

Gryffindor!Jae X Slytherin!Reader 🖤

Day 34 Prompt 24 🖤

Younghyun (Young K):

Slytherin! Young K and Gryffindor Reader 🖤

Day 1 Prompt 1 [Smut] (Female Reader) 🖤

Stupid Christmas Gifts

Wonpil:

Slytherin! Wonpil and Hufflepuff! Reader 🖤

Not-So-Secret Santa 🖤

Dowoon:

Ravenclaw! Dowoon and Ravenclaw! Reader 🖤

Day 18 Prompt 20 🖤

A Gingerbread Success?

EXO:

One-shots/Series:

Baekhyun:

Day 16 Prompt 8 🖤

Chanyeol:

Family Dinners Huh? [Smut] (Female Reader) 🖤

Day 6 Prompt 6 [Smut] (Female Reader) 🖤

Kai:

Mechanic Shop

Golden Child:

One-shots/Series:

Daeyeol:

Day 35 Prompt 27 🖤

Y(Sungyoung):

Day 8 Prompt 19 🖤

History:

One-shots/Series:

Yijeong:

Day 24 Prompt 13 [Smut] (Female Reader) 🖤

HOTSHOT:

One-shots/Series:

Timoteo:

Day 31 Prompt 33 [Smut] (Female Reader) 🖤

IMFACT:

One-shots/Series:

Jian:

Day 33 Prompt 22 🖤

K.A.R.D:

One-shots/Series:

BM:

More and more [Smut] (Female Reader) 🖤

NCT (All Units):

One-shots/Series:

Johnny:

Flowers (Soulmate AU) 🖤

Yuta:

Snowman 🖤

Jaehyun:

Move Along [Toxic Relationship] [Cheating] [Divorce] [Ends on a soft note]

Vermont [A little sad but nothing major]

Yukhei (Lucas):

Cotton Snow

Jeno:

Friends? Lovers. 🖤

Married Christmas 🖤

Mutual?

Jaemin:

Secret Santa 🖤

Cuddle With Me 🖤

Tooth Fairy [Dad! Jaemin]

Jisung:

Candy Canes [Platonic] 🖤

Nine Percent:

One-shots/Series:

Xukun:

Pirates huh? 🖤

YanJun:

First Impressions 🖤

NU’EST:

One-shots/Series:

Jonghyun:

Hanakai AU (Angst?)

Pristin:

One-shots/Series:

Rena:

Pick Me (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) [Smut] {Male Reader} 🖤 *completed*

Xiyeon/Siyeon:

Dream Girl [Smut] [Drinking] {Male Reader} 🖤

Day 19 Prompt 7 (37 days of Christmas) [Smut] {Male Reader} 🖤 *completed*

Red Velvet:

One-shots/Series:

Seulgi:

Fifteen Minutes (Female Reader)

Wendy:

Pizza, Monopoly, and Pop (Female Reader) 🖤

STRAY KIDS:

Fake Texts:

Hyunjin:

A Little Help From My Friends (Part II) *Discontinued* 🖤

One-shots/Series:

Chan:

My Best Friend’s Brother Cliche 🖤

CHRISTOPHER! {Drabble} 🖤

Parties (Female Reader) 🖤

Home Life (Male Reader) [This work has rather dark topics!] 🖤

Minho (Lee Know):

Snowballs🖤

Showed in Your Eyes (Minho x Jisung) [Gang Au (Knocking out someone(s), kidnapping, selling drugs, hacking, I guess I did mention stabbing, but no deaths!)]  🖤

Changbin:

Mini You 🖤

Stairway Mistletoe

Christmas Light Display

Hyunjin:

Mistletoe?  [Seungmin X Hyunjin (Best friend Reader)] 🖤

Yellow Ribbon

Snowflakes

Jisung (Han):

Youngblood M/V (Based off it) 🖤

Showed in Your Eyes (Minho x Jisung) [Gang Au (Knocking out someone(s), kidnapping, selling drugs, hacking, I guess I did mention stabbing, but no deaths!)] 🖤

Sled Snow

Chancing It

Felix:

Planted 🖤

Thousand Suns [Best Friend! Felix]

Seungmin:

Mistletoe?  [Seungmin X Hyunjin (Best friend Reader)] 🖤

Favors

Jeongin (I.N):

Give Love a Try (Seungmin’s POV of the relationship) [Slight angst]

Like-Like [Bartender Reader]

Triple H:

One-shots/Series:

Poly Relationship (Female Reader) 🖤

Wanna One:

One-shots/Series:

Minhyun:

Day 30 Prompt 30 🖤

WINNER:

One-shots/Series:

Jinu:

Day 28 Prompt 5 [Suggestive]🖤

VIXX:

One-shots/Series:

Hyuk:

Day 10 Prompt 2 🖤

Solo Artists/K-Hip Hop Artists:

One-shots/Series:

Jay Park:

Push Love (Part II) [Smut] 🖤 *completed*

Day 37 Prompt 28 [Smut]🖤

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Guidelines For My Page

Requests Are: CLOSED

Symbol Masterlist:

Smut - 👅

Fluff - 🌈

Angst - 💔

Violence - 🔪

Fantasy - ✨

Comedy - 🎉

Information - ❗️

Outfits - 💄

What I Can Make For You:

AU’s

Imagines

Instagram Posts (fake)

Moodboards

Reactions

Scenarios

Style/Clothing posts

Text Posts (fake)

Guidelines:

Hello everyone! As this blog gets more and more noticed and popular I’ve realized I don’t have specific guidelines and limits to what I’m willing to write for everyone! So here’s a little something I’ve decided to make in case you are interested in asking for a request from me, or looking into more of my works and wondering “why don’t I see any of this person, or any of this genre?” As much as I understand that you probably really want to read more about this particular genre, or person, there are just certain lines I am highly unwilling to cross, so here is what they are:

I refuse to write for anyone in the ‘01 line and younger. In fact, I’m not too comfortable writing for anyone in the ‘00 line either, but I will make exceptions depending on the request and whether or not it’s something I am confident in writing.

For the most part I should be able to write any sort of genre, I haven’t found one I’ve had too much trouble writing (except smut….I personally think that one’s a little difficult but as long as I know you all enjoy the writing I’ll keep doing it?) so I just want you to be warned, I’m trying to write my best, but there might be times I fall a little short on making the genre you want perfect.

I can write out scenarios, imagines, and reactions and anything to your heart’s content. But I will not roleplay a person. I’m not into the roleplaying with idols or anything involving ask/message roleplays; I will only give a couple warnings before I delete them from my inbox

Groups / People I Can / Might Write For. Groups I Stan:

Groups

A.C.E

Astro

Ateez

B.A.P

B.I.G

BTS

Day6

Exo

Got7

Hotshot

JJCC

KNK

Mblaq

Monsta X

NCT

Oneus

Royal Pirates

Seventeen

SF9

Shinee

Stray Kids

Super Junior

Teen Top

Uniq

Up10tion

Vixx

Xeno-T

Artists

Code Kunst

Crush

Daehyun

Dean

Gray

G.Dragon

Henry

Jay Park

Jongup

Loco

Sik-K

Simon Dominic

T.O.P

Wonjae

Zelo

Zico

Here is my Bias List too !

If you at any point need clarification or just have basic questions about anything on my page, please feel free to ask! I’m always open to answer questions and would certainly love to hear from you.

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Prompts for March 9th to the 16th send in requests

Before requesting please read the rules.

Okay, so these next two weeks quick write prompt list are down below. Each week there will be a  different theme. I will also finish up any request that was for last weeks that didn’t fit in with the AUs that I was doing. The types I will be writing are fluff, angst, sad, and suggestive(But not full on smut.)

I will be writing for these groups there are also some new groups that I am going to attempt to write for :

EXO (ot12)

Super Junior

NCT 

Astro

Monsta x

Got7

B.A.P

Ikon

Eric Nam

Min Kyung Hoon

Shinhwa

Sechskies

Block b

Aomg

Vixx

AU’s:

Demon

Mafia

Vampire

Werewolf

Royal

CEO

Angel

Military

Marriage

Bodyguard

Ghost

Serial Killer

Soulmate

no/ non-au.

Please, no suggestive request for underage idols or newly legal idols.If you have another idea for a prompt that isn’t listed please include it in your request  

Example of a request: Hello can I please have a vampire AU with Wonho from Monsta X including the sentence starters # 1 and 18 can it please be a  slightly suggestive angst to fluff.

Prompts:

“You’re hair is so soft.”

“I’m not going to leave you. You’re never going to suffer by yourself again I promise.”

“If I could, I would kiss away all of your scars.”

“Mmm….You’re warm.”

“I can’t believe I got the first date, let alone a year.”

“We live together. You can’t blame this on anyone else.”

“Is that my hoodie.”

“You’re mine.”

“Did I fucking stutter.”

“You mean the world to me.”

“Marry me!”

“Don’t touch what isn’t yours.”

“Who do I have to kill now.”

“If you ever touch her again, I swear, you will wish all I did was hit you.”

“You’re NOT wearing that out.”

“New plan: We keep her alive and sell her organs you can get a lot of money for kidneys.” “NO! You weren’t supposed to kidnap her in the first place! Take her back NOW.”

“You could have gotten yourself killed!” “But…I didn’t”

“Please don’t leave me. I am a work in progress but I’m trying.”

“Shh you’re are safe. I won’t go.”

“It’s not a double date, we are just third and fourth wheeling.”

“I want to take a shower so you should probably join me. It’ll save water.”

“You can’t solve your problems by hiding in bed all day.”

“Are you hurt?”

“Because I love you.”

“Prove it.”

“It’ll always be you.”

“He’s the opposite of friendly. His unfriendly, as in, don’t be friends with him.”

“This is the person that took everything from me and I can’t let them take you too.”

“And you didn’t tell me this until now?” “I didn’t think it was important…”

“How sweet sacrificing yourself for her, when did you get a heart.”

“Everything I’ve done is for you, you’re the only thing in the world that matters to me.”

“I thought they killed you, I am glad I thought wrong.”

“Darling, can you please stop randomly summoning me? I was mid-conversation.” “but I missed you.” “You could have called.”

“Don’t make me take you home and punish you.”

“I know he’s trouble but I don’t care.”

“Everyone keeps telling me you’re a bad guy.”

“So how old are you really.”

“You need to eat.” “No, I don’t want to hurt you Y/N.” “Please, b/n you are dying.”

“Your eyes….they’re beautiful.”

“The thought of losing you scares me.”

“Then I will wait until you’re ready, for you, I’d wait forever and then some.”

“You’re too damn perfect.”

“Did you just lick the side of my face?” “I claimed you.”

“Thank you for loving me no matter what, even though I piss you off a lot.”

“Tell me this when you are sober.”

“Step away before I punch you in the face.”

“Tell them to fuck off.”

“I love you, you enormously stubborn pain in the ass.”

“I’m one of the few people in the world who can murder you and leave no forensic evidence behind.”

“Why do I still like you knowing you’re a total asshole.”

“Take this, don’t ask questions.”

“Please don’t abandon me-not like everyone else.”

“Don’t you dare try selling your soul for me.”

“I can hear you crying, you know. At night, when you think no one is listening.”

“If I have to die, I want you to do it. It has to be you.”

“How did you die?”

“You could have died, I could have lost you.”

“I am going to do what I should’ve done from the beginning and stay out of your life.”

“I want to go home.” “And I want to go to the moon. It ain’t happening sweetheart. It’s time to accept that.”

“I thought you of all people would understand why I do this.”

“I trust you, wholeheartedly.”

“You shouldn’t have gone by yourself.”

“If you make any noise, they’ll find us. So be quiet.”

“I don’t wanna hurt you.”

“Isn’t this illegal.”

“I wanna hear you say it.”

“You’re worth every second of my time.”

“You came for me.”

“I did it to protect you.”

“That was an order.”

“Hey, hey calm down they can’t hurt you anymore.”

“You’re bleeding all over my carpet.”

“Tell me you need me.”

“Who did this.”

“Don’t try to fix me, I’m not broken.”

“Take my jacket, it’s cold outside.”

“I never imagined myself in a wedding dress.”

“You deserve better than me.”

“You’re part of the family now, don’t ever think you’re not.”

“It’s me! It’s me! Calm down baby please.”

“Promise me you’ll come back.” 

“I missed you so fucking much.”

“Stay safe.”

“I don’t want you to stop.”

“I’m not afraid of you so don’t think I am.” “You should be, you’re stupid if you aren’t.” “I do a lot of stupid things and falling head over heels from a (Supernatural being goes here) is one of them.”

“Baby (it’s) just two years.”

“But I love you 24 hours a day.”

“You have no idea how pretty you are when you wake up from sleep.”

“Don’t worry about your weight. You’re already beautiful the way you are.”

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LETHAL CRAVING

Shikaba x OC

ACT I CHAPTER 1 | DEEPER THAN THE DEPTHS OF DESPAIR

Abt. A watch, a mirror, in the elevator. Who knew that simple day would change her life for good. For Tsugumi, she would've never expected her life to take a turn. But is it for better or worse?

Chapter Synop. After meeting with her step-brother at a hotel, a powerful man’s watch ends up in Tsugumi’s hands— yet there are several obstacles in her way of returning the trinket…

cw. DARK CONTENT. dark romance. sexual assault. sexual exploitation. mentions of sexual exploitation. physical assault/ABUSE. implied stepcest. mentions of blood. mentions of physical assault/abuse. Lmk if I missed anything

wc. 10.1k

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note. I apologize for any grammatical errors. My first try at writing dark romance/dark content so it might not be good first. Bear with me pls❤️

‘When we have reached the depths of despair, only then can we look up and see the light of hope’

Or so they say. But, it is not so easy to look up. It is not so easy to find the strength to hope. Because the truth about despair is that it is a never ending pool. One you just keep sinking lower and lower, deeper and deeper.

Once you get deep enough, that light disappears, and only the cold loneliness is left— what cannot embrace you leaves you to fend for yourself. Deeper and deeper, the more pressure in which you’re underneath, and no matter how hard you fight you will not beat that unnerving force.

And so deeper you go, with not even a hope that you will reach the bottom soon, to crush you beneath the painful waves, for you know, your despair is endless.

Luxe Haven, a luxury hotel chain stationed all over the world. Known for housing celebrities, important business moguls and the like. The ground floor was just as grandeur as any of the rooms. It was an open space, windows as tall as the floor itself. Each arched at the top, and perfectly square panes all down.

Plants lined each wall, just below the lights giving off a dim and golden glow. Right beside each of the glass double doors, the entrance to the hotel, were rows of three miniature potted pine trees— this exuding a gentle scent that filled the entire lobby.

In the middle atop the neatly polished floors, between the door and receptionist desk was a golden round Persian rug, and two half circle couches facing each other, a rounded table with a neatly trimmed shrub in the middle.

Tsugumi was sure at this point she would be able to find her way around this room blind. Inspecting the room further wouldn’t do her any good. She’s only slowing the inevitable. Sighing, she walked up to the receptionist.

“Excuse me”

The woman seemed mesmerized, pushing up her oval shaped glasses; giving her a clear view of Tsugumi’s appearance. She was not short but not tall, with unblemished vanilla skin. Dressed in long sleeve white mini dress, an army green mini vest— with two zippers and draw strings on each side, and a black bag slung over her shoulders.

Her hair, hip length and dark mauve, styled in lose curls. Her wispy bangs fell over her face; though there was nothing that could hide the abnormal color of her eyes— Silver.

The woman blinked, realizing she may have been staring for too long. “Ahem… how can I help you…” She thought, finding herself staring into Tsugumi’s eyes once again, now this time seeming vaguely familiar.

“I was invited here, the guests’ name is Kawasaki Ankoku”

The woman glanced down at her desk, now seeing the picture. It must be the girl who stood in front of her now. Next to it, a sticky note she wrote to remind herself of the words from her clientele— just let her up and don’t ask any questions.

She looked up, smiling as Tsugumi took the golden card from between her two fingers. “Thank you…” She quickly turned to the elevator, not caring about the boring stare of the receptionist behind her.

When she pressed the button to the elevator, a glowing ring around it caught her eye, and upon glancing up, the rapidly decreasing numbers caught her eye. Oh, how she wished they’d slow down. Oh how she wished the elevator broke down. Oh how she wished the floor would just suddenly combust.

Then she wouldn’t have to face such a dreadful encounter.

Inside the elevator, for Tsugumi, it seemed time couldn’t move any faster; despite the slow paced Jazz music; sending shivers down her spine. As it smoothly glided up the shaft, the number on the screen above the door quickly increased, and her heart beat loudly against the walls of her chest.

‘27’

It was only 30 seconds ago that she’d stepped onto the lift, but now she was over halfway there. Her eyes moved to the the buttons— 4 columns of 13— this including the 3 basements and ground floor. But, more eye catching, below that was the bright yellow button.

The symbol of a bell atop— the elevator stop button. It would certainly serve to slow down the inevitable, but that would only draw out the pain.

‘38’

She sighed deeply, only a few seconds passed before it came to a stop. The 40th floor. Though only upper echelon were able to even secure a reservation— the ones allowed on the top ten floors were the Crème de la Crème.

Something she— and even her step-father— was not.

Looking up both ways down the wide corridor, and turning left.

‘4011’

4012

4013

4014

And there it was. Room 4015. She stood before the door, breathing as silently as she could. Tsugumi could feel as if her heart had jumped up her throat. The slow, sensual, jazz music seeping from beyond the walls, the pungent scent of marijuana plaguing her nostrils.

This bringing forth thoughts to run away, yet she decided to ignore the voice creeping out from the back of her mind and its warnings. To leave was to disobey, and that was against everything that had been instilled in her since she was a child.

Yet the voice persists, letting out one more scream of caution before she completely suffocated it. Tsugumi lifted the card to the door, a low alarm sounding off before the red light turned green.

With her other arm crossed over, she grabbed the handle, pulling it down and pushing the door open, the smell becoming more ever present, now accompanied by smoke that burned her eyes.

Her eyes that took in a sight that was far from unfamiliar but equally as disgusting as the first time she’d laid her eyes in such a thing. From where she stood, Tsugumi could see the bed, somewhat blocked by the wall, separating the closet from the room.

Atop the bed, there he sat. Ankoku Kawasaki, her older step-brother, wearing nothing, surrounding him and the bed was a group of 13 scarcely dressed women; their clothes scattered around the room, a few pieces near the door. Three sat on the foot of the bed, and two higher up, next to Ankoku.

On either side there were 4 seated on the floor, leaning against the bed in some way. The group spared barely a second to acknowledge her by looking toward the door, sooner turning their attention back to Ankoku.

She wasn’t surprised to notice their features bearing a striking resemblance to herself, especially the one to his right, her hair maple brown hair was styled in tighter curls, and a bit longer than Tsugumi’s.

Her eyes, though, were a beautiful golden brown, an unreadable expressing donning the girls face as her gaze met Tsugumi’s, blinking twice before turning her attention back to Ankoku. And Tsugumi followed suit, her eyes landing lower.

Lower, where his hand began to slowly fist his hard cock that was already sprung from his jeans and underwear that were pushed halfway down his legs. She brought her head back up, meeting his dark brown eyes.

Though they were somewhat shielded by his ruffled brown bangs, she could still peer deeply into his piercing gaze, her skin crawling as she did, lifting her hands to itch where she felt it on her arms. His lips contorted into a devious smirk, his hands moving faster at the sight.

As she’d lifted her arms, she’d pressed her tits together, looking away in shame despite him being the one who should be ashamed this sight was strangely sensual, eliciting as slew of stifled groans through his pursed lips.

He was unable to control his mouth from forming into a satisfied smirk, gripping himself tighter. To Ankoku, Tsugumi was absolutely breathtaking no matter what she wore, but especially liked to her wearing nothing.

He wished he could already have her beneath him, caged beneath his arms and drenched in sweat and cum, harshly bullying his cock into the deepest regions of her core. Her body would shiver and convulse beneath him, breaking her to tears over and over again.

This sight stuck in his mind whenever he just heard her voice, whenever he saw her. Whenever he just thought of her. Tsugumi, his precious younger sister. “What’d you call me for?” Her voice sent shivers crawling down his spine, and his eyes rolled back in his head.

Tsugumi turned her gaze to the ground, noticing how the clothes weren’t just scattered, but somehow seemed to form a diagonal line toward the bed. It was interesting. More interesting than watching her step brother get off.

“Hmm… dunno…” he answered through urgent pants. The fact that the sound was so familiar to Tsugumi had her wanting to rip her ears from her head. ‘Maybe if I bite my tongue off I’ll die…’ she thought.

She’d seen plenty of movies and plenty of mangas where the main character would threaten to do something like that. That would certainly fix her problem. But, she would never be able to do something so braze. ‘Shut up. Just stick to your routine and deal with it’ she scolded.

“C’mere…”

As if she’d been possessed, upon hearing his desperate and whining voice, Tsugumi quickly walked to the right side of the bed, each of the girls scurrying to get out of her way. She once again met eyes with the woman who sat there, now noticing the pitying look she gave.

Ankoku reached his hand out, grabbing hers, placing a gentle kiss against her knuckles. When he met her eyes, they seemed glazed over. As if she wasn’t fully there. It didn’t matter though, and pulled her down, her body now leaning over the bed.

She caught herself on top of the bed, glad she avoided touching any stains she may not have noticed. Ankoku moaned loudly into her ear, burying his head into her shoulder. He didn’t bother to move her hair out of the way, he liked to breathe in the scent of it.

Lately, he noticed she’d been using a coconut scented conditioner. “Oh shit…” He huffed, nuzzling his nose into her shoulder. Tsugumi pursed her lips into a straight line, her eyes closed and brows furrowing. It’d all be over soon.

Feeling it already rise, Tsugumi swallowed harshly lest she spurt bile all over the bed. It sounded nice, but it wouldn’t only be so for a moment, before having to face consequences for it. The horrible feeling as it went down brought burning tears to her eyes.

In only a few moments, her wish came true, as she felt Ankoku’s body jerking and his head pressing deeper into her shoulder. His moans were muffled, but she definitely heard him. Once he seemed to relax, only breathing heavily, she stepped back, shame filled gaze directed toward the ground.

“Is… is that all you wanted?”

Ankoku eyed the palm of his hand, covered in his own cum chuckling softly as he reached for her, smearing it along her cheek. Seeing her eyes blown out satisfied him enough.

“Yeah” he grinned, barely able to respond before she rushed out the door— not without slamming it behind her. Ankoku sighed blissfully, while the girls only felt a sense of pity, uncomfortability, and few with jealousy.

As soon as the door closed, Tsugumi reached into her bag, pulling out the mini wipes, and her compact mirror. It was her favorite, rose gold and carved into the shape of a rose itself. Opening it, her own reflection disgusted her.

She harshly scrubbed her cheek until it burned red, and even after it was all gone, she seemed to feel the disgusting substance lingering. She sighed and slammed the mirror closed, tossing the soiled wipes in one of the trash bins.

She pressed the button to the elevator, it almost immediately opened however before Tsugumi could feel any type of relief she took in a sight that made her want to be swallowed whole by the ground.

Inside the elevator, there must’ve been over 15 men, all dressed in clean unwrinkled suits, a few with noticeable scars on their faces. But, her attention was immediately stripped from them, the lot would soon become little more than distant memories.

But there was one man, just upon first glance she could tell that she would never forget his face, stood in the middle. He stood in the middle of the group, he was shorter and skinnier than the rest, though clearly from his stance he had the most authority among the lot.

His hair was bleach blonde and thickly layered, parted on the right, falling over the left side of his face, with one thick tress swept to the right, slightly covering his thick lashes— this where she noticed a prominent scar running from the top of his head, down his eye.

And peering through his open black shirt, she noticed another, running down his chest, and one running across. He had earrings in both ears, the shape of rectangles, gold in color with a black stripe down the middle.

‘He looks young but I bet all these guys are underneath him… is he the son of someone important…?’ Tsugumi awkwardly took a step back, and pulled a large chunk of her hair across her face. ‘I hope there isn’t anything left on my face’ the panic suddenly building again.

She jumped at a sudden banging sound. She looked up, seeing him tap a cane against the floor of the elevator. “Don’t be rude…” His words sent shivers down her spine, as he turned his head to the men next to him.

Tsugumi’s body shook, wondering what she’d done to offend him. She couldn’t take her eyes off the cane, wondering if he’d use that to strike. What had she done? “Get out the way” He ordered, all the men turning their gazes to Tsugumi, rather confused.

“Sorry…” She mumbled, stepping out the way. “Tsk…” He tapped his cane once again. “Are you deaf? Get out so she can get on” Tsugumi looked up, just as startled as the men in the elevator, and one more click of the tongue half of them quickly filed out through the doors.

It was now more spacious, and he faced Tsugumi. Were his eyes even open? She couldn’t tell, but she could feel that he was looking at her. “Sorry ‘bout that” He offered a kind smile, vaguely gesturing to the space next to him. She only nodded, sheepishly stepping onto the elevator.

“Lobby?”

“Yes”

The door closed, carefully glancing at the young man, so as not to be caught. Though, more pressingly, she began to squint as a glare was caught in her eyes. She hummed softly, glancing down at his finger, there a ring with the number 8 on it, while on his wrist, where he wore a watch.

It definitely caught her eye. It seemed to be a dull gold color, and she noticed the face of the watch was a very pale blue. The elevator ride was silent, and had a slightly uncomfortable atmosphere. Perhaps Tsugumi was the only one that felt that way, as she noticed his smile was constant.

The buzzing of her bag snapped her out of her thoughts. She looked through it, flipping the screen over while her hand was still inside her bag, mentally sighing at the caller ID.

‘Kawasaki Genjiro’

Begrudgingly, she answered the call, putting it up to her ear, knowing had she missed it there would be severe consequences.

“Hello?”

“Where are you? And where is Ankoku?”

“Ankoku is at Luxe”

It wasn’t exactly a lie. Leaving out the fact that she was also there wouldn’t do any harm. Since she was leaving now.

“Tsk. What is he doing?”

“…he …is with friends…”

Again, not exactly a lie. She could hear him heavily sigh on the other end. No doubt Ankoku would be in plenty of trouble later.

“I suppose he’s disregarded the reputation I’ve built…”

“I’ll have a talk with that bastard once he gets home. And I need you to come back as well”

“Yes”

Just as the call ended, the Elevator doors opened. She was the first to step off, eager to get out of that suffocating environment. Though, as soon as she took a look around she clocked the men standing at the door in suits.

She was sure they weren’t sent by Genjiro. So, it must be— glancing behind her, she noticed the men walking toward the door. Once he got there, the group bowed a dull 90 degrees. “Good work today” the shouted in unison.

Placing his finger against his lips he hushed the group. “This is a respectable establishment, y’know” Turning his head back, and once again Tsugumi felt as though he was staring at her. “Boss…” One leaned down next to him.

His smile faded into a scowl for only a quick second, scratching his head. The atmosphere once again dropping, none of the men spoke, neither noticing the watch unclasped from his wrist, falling onto the ground.

“Alright, let’s go”

They formed a makeshift path, men lining up on either side as he walked through the middle and through the doors, them glancing around before following suit. Tsugumi exhaled, walking to the receptionist’s desk, placing the card down.

“I hope you’ve enjoyed your stay here at Luxe” she flashed a grin full of professionalism. Tsugumi felt bile rising in her throat at the mere notion. She’d only felt disgust and shame since she’d been here, it was far from enjoyable.

“…mhm…” was all she managed to get out, turning toward the doors and walking with a purpose. Feeling something underneath her sneaker, she stopped, looking down.

A watch.

She recognized it as the watch she saw the man wearing in the elevator. “Hmm…” She hummed, bending down to pick it up. It seemed like she hadn’t damaged it by stepping on it. But the way she held it, as if it’d shattered from one harsh graze.

She inspected the details closely, there was that interesting dull gold color she spotted, with a diamond encrusted bezel, the pattern on the face seemed to be tiny squares the color of a very light blue, the glass seeming very thin.

Underneath, a circle of ticks, doubled where ‘12’ would be, while the third tick was replaced by a dial reading the number 5. With a quick check of her phone, Tsugumi confirmed the watch was correct,

4:27 pm.

February 5th

‘This belonged to that guy…’ She looked up, he couldn’t still be here, and sure enough there was no sign of him. “Um—” she paused, her phone buzzing in her bag again. She picked it up, it was a text message.

Ankoku

Did you go yet? You didn’t, right? Wait for me I’ll be down in a little.

Read 4:28

“Tsk…”

Tsugumi turned, hearing the elevator ding. “Hey~ Thought I’d be down later, hm?” Ankoku raced towards her. “Hmm…” She quickly stood, slipping the watch in her bag. ‘If I turn the watch in now, he’ll get upset…’ she thought, glancing between Ankoku & the desk.

“Hm…? You’re so lost in thought…” Ankoku’s grin faded. “Tsugumi… don’t tell me” He grabbed her shoulders, squeezing harshly. “Are you thinking about another man? Right in front of me?” He asked, his expression uncharacteristically blank.

“No. I was just thinking… don’t forget to turn in your key card…” She looked down, squeezing her arm. He breathed out, releasing her. “Right. Thanks” He kissed her hairline, and dropping an around her shoulder.

He pulled the card from his pockets, tossing it behind him, and seemingly rushing her out the door. ‘I… guess I can just ask Kakihara later…’ she thought, tapping the side of her bag.

Tsugumi, sat on the couch, staring patiently at her phone screen, the picture she took of the watch. Hearing the clicking of locks and keys, she shot up, waking toward the foyer where he entered.

Kakihara Jo.

He was her father’s closest aide, and friend. The two of them had known each other since grade school. “Oh, you’re here already” He nodded toward her. “Yes um, Kakihara you like watches don’t you?” Once again, he nodded.

He was a watch connoisseur, even having his own collection which he was quite fond of. “What kind of watch is this… this is a foreign language but I don’t know how to pronounce it” Tsugumi held out her phone, showing the picture she’d taken earlier.

“I got it off Pinterest” She explained her excuse of where the picture came from. She knew had she shown him the watch in person, word would get back to her father. He’d be furious with her. “Ooh, an Audemars” He hummed softly.

“This is a date watch, the brand Audemars Piguet” He explained. “So that’s how you say it. I’ve heard the word Audemars before” She nodded along. “Why the sudden interest?” He asked, looking down at her.

“I just thought it looked pretty… but, do you know how much this is?” She continued. “Hm… usually it would go for millions…” his words made her heart sink. “Oh… alright…” She nodded, turning off the screen.

Hearing the price made her realize something. She’d stolen someone else’s watch. And an extremely expensive one at that. “I’m going to my room…” She nodded to him, quickly rushing up to her bedroom, closing and locking her door behind her.

“Shit…”

She flopped down on her bed. “Millions…” how could she be in possession of a watch that costed millions. ‘Getting Kakihara to return it would be easy… but he’d report it to Genjiro, and I’m sure somehow Ankoku would find out about it…’ she sighed.

“And if he finds out about it was something to do with a guy… even just grazing shoulders he’d…” She shook her head, not even wanting to think of what he would possibly do to her in a jealous rage. Her body had enough scars to show for it. Then she thought of it.

‘I’ll just go to Luxe myself and give it to the receptionist…’

Shikaba entered Reri’s office, noticing the chair ro her desk spinning as he closed the door behind him. Rather than his elder sister, it was Taira seated there, his braise rested behind the back of the chair.

“Yo~” He waved with a wide grin. “Back already? Did you fix it?” He hummed, tapping his index finger impatiently against the wooden desk. “Yep” He nodded, tapping his cane against the tile floor.

He then sighed dramatically, his grin forming into a deep frown. “Lately, Dad's been making me clean up all of these messes. It's getting tiring. Poor me” He wiped where a tear should have fell.

“There, there…” Taira rolled his eyes. The two, hearing the click of the door, turned their attention, the flack of heels rushing as she walked in.

She was rather tall, thanks to her stiletto pumps, dressed formally in a long pencil skirt, and thigh high panty hose. Her blouse was white, and long sleeve, buttoned up and ruffled up at her chest. Her pin straight black hair, styled in a ponytail, curtain bangs framing her face, accentuated by the mole underneath her left eye.

Her lashes were long, defined by mascara, and her eyes were opaque. The Yotsurugi family’s lawyer Reri Yotsurugi[Zenmyoji]. “Sorry for the wait...” She paused, her rouge stained lips pressed into a frown; and cleanly cut brows furrowing at the sight of the two.

“Tsk. It’s just you” She groaned softly. “Hey~” Shikaba smiled happily. “I rushed up here because they said I had a client suddenly show up here, but it’s just you two punks” She shook her head. “You’re a lot nicer to your clients than us” Shikaba commented on the tone change.

“Because my clients don’t treat my office like their own personal lounge” She retorted, glancing at Taira. “And get out of my chair” She glared at him, the boy getting up, lanky legs carrying himself toward the door.

“Don’t be like that, Reri. Your office is so much fun” Shikaba whined playfully. Reri sighed, gently pinching the bridge of her nose. “Get out” She ordered. Without a minute more, the pair filed out of the office, Taira whistling softly.

Shikaba stretched his arm high in the air, the other hand holding his elbow, as he slightly leaned to the side. Taira looked, noticing a certain accessory missing from his wrist. “Hey, Shikaba… what happened to your watch? Left it at home?” He asked.

“Huh? No, I…” Shikaba paused, looking at his now bare wrist in confusion. “I had it on earlier... guess I lost it...” He huffed quietly. “What? How'd you lose it?” Taira clicked his tongue. “Who cares? S'just a watch” Shikaba shrugged.

Taira paused for a moment, confused by what he was hearing. “You were the one who made a big deal out of it. But now you don't care” He argued, recalling how much Shikaba talked about the watch before actually making the purchase.

He’d bought it a few weeks ago, and had barely taken it off since. Shikaba stayed silent for a moment, humming to himself before finally speaking up. “I guess it is a big deal. Since I spent a lot of money…” He agreed.

“Let’s go find it” He suggested with a wide grin. Taira scoffed at the idea. “I'm not going on a wild goose chase to find your damn watch” He shook his head, Shikaba merely shrugging as a response.

“I’m sorry. No one has turned in a missing watch recently”

Shikaba frowned at the receptionists words, the woman bowing politely from behind the desk. Sensing a sudden shift in the atmosphere, she snuck a glance at the man. Based on his expression, she didn’t think anything was too bad.

However… there was definitely something off about that smile. “I-I can check the security cameras… m-maybe someone stole it” She suggested, the pair now simply staring at her. She took that as a silent confirmation.

She typed in a few things, before turning the screen around to face them. “This is all the footage from this morning” She spoke, gesturing to the different camera angles being showed in in the lobby, in the elevator, and the 100th floor.

The pair scanned the entire screen, every last video. “Stop” Taira ordered. “Zoom in on that one” The woman peeked over to see him pointing at the upper corner of the screen. ‘Camera LB…’ She thought, typing in the code to do so.

It soon fit the entire screen. “Play it back about 20 seconds” He told her, the woman pressing the left arrow button twice. Although it was a bit grainy, the pair could make out the appearance of Tsugumi on the screen, despite not being able to see her face clearly.

She walked over toward the door, kneeling down to pick up something from the ground. “Look. That girl picked up something just now” Taira told him. “But is it my watch?” Shikaba hummed softly, neither of them actually saw what it was she’d picked up, as the ground was too far away.

“…Play it forward…”

The footage resumed, and a few moments later a familiar young man walked into frame, facing the camera. The two could definitely see his face clearly. “Stop it now” Taira told her, and so she did. “Hmm… isn’t that Kawasaki Genjiro’s kid..?” Shikaba mumbled, nudging Taira with his elbow.

“It is…” He nodded. “Who’s the girl though?” The pair was silent. Shikaba stood up straight, turning to face his men. “Get the footage. Find out who that girl is. Now” He ordered. “Yes!” They all spoke respectfully and in unison.

Shikaba clicked his tongue softly, leading the group out, while two stayed behind to collect the footage, and any other possible footage of the girl, and Ankoku. “I can’t stand thieves…” He grit his teeth.

“If she’s friends with him, it makes sense” Taira shrugged. Suddenly, the image of the girl from earlier flashed through his mind, eyes widening at the memory.

‘So it was her…’

Tsugumi sighed softly, leaning her head against her mattress as she knelt in front of it. In her bed was the watch, placed in a small navy blue box she’d found laying around her room.

She couldn’t remember what piece of jewelry it was from, but it was for enough to have a place to store and hide the watch. “Why did I hold onto it?” She mumbled, lips forming a pout as she leaned against her knuckles.

‘Why did I even pick it up? I should’ve minded my business… now I have to hide it…’ She mentally groaned, slamming the lid back onto the box. It was about time she go get some fresh air to clear her thoughts.

That and she’d be much happier outside of the house.

At the moment she was dressed in a white fitted T-shirt, maroon sweats and silver hoop earrings. She leaned down to her left, her hair falling over her shoulder, as she pushed the box underneath her bed. “What are you doing, Tsugumi?” She shivered at the sound of his voice.

She stayed still for a moment, reaching her hand over to take out one of her earrings before standing up. He was right behind her, startling her once she stood up. “…One of my earrings fell out…” She explained, the hoop dangling off her thumb.

“Let me help you put it on” He suggested. A completely unnecessary gesture. Yet still, she held the earring out to him, moving her hair out of the way. He took it, pushing the needle through the piercing, carelessly clasping the back to her lobe, making her flinch and his at the slight sting.

He moved his hand to caress her cheek, slowly sliding down her body to her waist, not without groping where he could. Tsugumi almost cringed, but was able to control her expression, and force her lips into a smile. “…Thank you” She managed to say after a long while.

“Where ya goin?” He asked curiously, now scanning her figure, noticing she was not exactly dressed how she usually would on one of her days in. “Just for a walk” She shrugged, unable to avoid eye contact, mainly due to their close proximity.

“Did you ask dad?” he inquired, the mere notion that she should making her hold back a scoff. “Not yet—” She gently pushed him to the side as she walked past. “—I’m going to now” But that was a lie. She was going to. She rarely ever did; she was just going to leave.

But if she didn’t this time, Ankoku would surely tell, and she’d likely be grounded. She quickly raced down the steps to the first floor office, knocking twice on the dark stained oak doors. “Come in…” Genjiro cleared his throat.

Tsugumi could hear the rustling of papers and scratching of pens as she pushed the doors open. There he sat, his glasses almost falling of the bridge of his nose. His blue eyes were sunken in, with dark and heavy bags underneath.

His dark hair was messily slicked out of his face, a few strands falling and ruining the style. He was buried in stacks of papers that piled up over his head. He glanced up at her, eyes slightly widening once he saw her, now pushing his frames higher up.

“Oh, Tsugumi. I was just about to call you” He hummed, looking back down, writing something before placing the paper to his right. “You were?” She asked, confusedly. She didn’t remember doing anything to get in trouble lately. Not after the Luxe situation especially.

“Yes. It’s about the situation at Luxe” Tsugumi mentally sighed. What could she have done wrong? That was all Ankoku’s fault. “There was a major news report earlier…” He sighed, turning his computer to face her, showing the headline of the article on ‘The Gazette’.

Her eyes widened at the emboldened headline.

‘Ankoku Kawasaki spotted leaving a Luxe Haven’s Hotel location with his step sister, despite the two arriving at different times’

Of course, with how much of a prominent media figure Genjiro and the I.J. Security Company was, there were bound to be a report about the littlest things following the family. But this was definitely a bad look.

Though, it didn’t seem things were too bad as the Gazette was a smaller news outlet. Still, plenty of people follow them. And of course, due to Ankoku’s actions, Tsugumi would likely be the one to take the fall.

Genjiro was getting more furious by the second, as he slammed the laptop closed. One would think he may have shattered it, yet he had no plans on worrying about the laptop, glaring darkly at Tsugumi who stood straighter.

“The article further went on to mention the plethora of your look-alikes who arrived at the hotel the night before you did. Any clue what was going on? Take a guess” He suggested. Tsugumi chose not to answer, correctly assuming his statement was rhetorical.

“Let me make myself clear—” He began, speaking through barred teeth. “I don’t want a repeat of last year. Have you any idea the work I put in to keep the tabloids away?” He asked. Of course, Tsugumi could think of a million things.

The first thing coming to her mind being that these situations were Ankoku’s fault. However she only decided to apologize softly. Genjiro sighed, furrowing his brows. “Just… don’t leave for the next few days” He grumbled, turning back to his work.

“Okay” She conceded. Her response immediately bringing his attention back to her. “What?” He raised his voice, making her flinch, her skin crawling with fear. “Yes… Yes sir” She corrected. Again he sighed, shoo-ing her with his hand.

“Yes” She left, softly closing the doors behind herself. She rushing upstairs to her room, eyes welling up with tears as she fell face first onto her bed. ‘I hate it here…’ She thought, choking back a sob. She’d almost pray not to cry at that moment.

Of course, Tsugumi would be the only one to be punished, despite Ankoku being the insightor of the incident. Just as it was a few years ago when he’d gotten blackout drunk and exposed himself on the internet.

That was her fault as well, and as such Tsugumi was the one to be punished, unable to leave the home for an entire month. Although, it wasn’t as though she had anyplace important to be.

And still, that didn’t compare to the train wreck of last year…

“Hmm~”

Hum’s filled the narrow halls of the prison’s solitary confinement facility. One young man was placed there, had been for the past week. He was seated in the 2x3 cell, leaning against the right wall, near the door.

He sat with his left leg bent, and left arm rested on his knee, head pressed back against the wall, with a wide smile on his pale face. He ran his hand through his dusty blonde dyed mullet, the roots that had grown out near his brows.

They were thicker and healthy compared to the frayed strands lowering down to his neck. His eyes were narrow and light brown, that would glow a beautiful gold had there been even a crack for light to get into the dark cell.

Still, his eyes were well adjusted to the darkness, clearly able to see the twin mattress laid on the floor across from where he sat, and the toilet to his far right. The sudden sound of footsteps and jingling keys clashed with his deep hums, alerting that it was some type of meal time.

Breakfast, Lunch, Dinner— he didn’t know. But he did know that he’d been hungry for the past 20 minutes, so this came at almost the perfect. “Hey!!” The authoritative tone of guard reverberated against the narrow hall walls. “Stop with all that noise!!” He ordered.

“My bad, I’m just bored. Tryna pass the time” He chuckled softly. His eyes glanced at the little door grate on the floor that opened, in slid his meal on a tray— a small bowl of rice, paired with a bowl of miso soup, and platter of two large grilled sardines.

He cringed at the sight, and string smell that permeated his nostrils. “Tsk… the food here really sucks…” He lamented with a frown. He closed his eyes and breathed in softly, trying to ignore the stench of the food next to him, soon comforted by the sight of familiar curly brown hair from his memories.

Again. For the umpteenth time in the past five minutes, he thought of the long, soft curly brown hair he’d like to wrap himself in as if it were his own personal blanket. He’d made a mental note to do so once he got out.

“Hey, you know…” He spoke, knowing the guard was still there. “I miss her a lot. More and more everyday…” He grinned. “And she’s probably sooo lonely without me there to comfort her” He dramatically clenched his heart, giving a show to no eyes that would peer upon his figure.

‘Tsk. He’s always so talkative…’ The guard clicked his tongue, rolling his eyes. “Even if I send letters, I bet her father would get in the way. He won’t even let her see it, so she probably doesn’t know about when I was sending it” He grumbled. “Sometimes I wanna kill. I really do” He confessed.

“It’s not wise to confess crimes to an officer”

“I said I want to, not that I would”

The guard clicked his tongue, still crouched in front of the door. “Anyways, if ya love her so much, why do ya keep gettin’ booked?” The man quarried. “What? …half a year ain’t so bad.. S’nothing compare to 5 years if I off her old man” He shrugged.

“8 months is really nothing. Matter fact, don’t they say that time apart makes couples stronger?” His grin widened. “But I bet you wouldn’t know. Cause you’re single, right?” He teased, the guard grumbling some incoherent words.

“Anyways. Mimi’s my favorite. And y’know what else? She looks really good in red” He laughed as the image of her covered in red flashed through his mind. “Tsk. Just get outta this place and go see her” The guard suggested.

“Get a job, make a decent living, and buy her all the red clothes you want. I’m sure she’ll love that. Anyways, eat your food, and don’t cause anymore trouble after you get out” He ordered, the sound of his steps and keys jingling furthering from the young man’s ears.

“Tsk… dumbass…” The boy grit his teeth. “My sexy Mimi… it’s not the red clothes that look good…” He thought, biting his lower lip. “It’s the red blood that drips out even from the most shallow cuts, when it spreads across her skin… and that look in her eyes… she’s so fragile…” He smirked deviously,

‘That’s what makes her so gorgeous’

Shikaba sat back in the rolling chair in his own office this time, his arms lazily falling over the sides of the chair, while head hung over the backrest of the chair. His subordinate stood in front of him, giving a report on his recent findings.

“Kawasaki Ankoku checked into Luxe, room 4015, at 8:05pm on February 4th. Just 30 minutes layered; a group of girl; all described as over average height, and long brown curly hair, 13 in total” He began, flipping through the papers he held.

“They all spent the night in the same hotel, and the next day, at 4:05pm the young woman arrived. She rode up the elevator to the exact floor and room the group was in, spending 3 minutes inside before leaving” He explained.

“Maybe she went in for a quickie”

“So he’s a 3 minute man”

The pair laughed at their small jokes. “As we witnessed on the tapes, she spoke to the receptionist for a few moments, and the receptionist says she only returned the key card, not a watch” He explained.

“And afterwards, this is when we can assume what she picked up was the watch you dropped, sir, before entering an unmarked car along with Kawasaki Ankoku” He explained, pausing to sigh deeply, eyes averted to the ground.

“Regrettably, we weren’t able to track the cars route” He explained. “So, who is she?” Taira clicked his tongue. “We are unable to find any further information on her at the moment” He admitted, bowing politely.

Shikaba kissed his teeth, eyes glancing back and forth across the ceiling above him. ‘I noticed her staring in the elevator… it can’t be a coincidence that she now has my watch…’ He thought, rolling the chair side to side.

He sat up abruptly, startling the man. “Keep looking. I need more info before making any rash decisions” He told him. “Yes sir!” The man bowed before the two, before walking out the door. Shikaba clicked his tongue, swerving the chair side to side slowly.

His mind returned to Tsugumi’s face, that began to fade from clarity in his memory. “Tsk… what am I gonna do with her…?” He mumbled softly.

Three days.

Three days had passed since Tsugumi was essentially placed under house arrest. Three days of not being able to leave the hellhole she is forced to call home. To be honest, it doesn’t matter the exact amount of time since she can barely keep up with it.

For Tsugumi, in this house, every minute felt like an hour, every hour felt like a day. Of course as even the internet got boring after a while, one could go crazy in such an environment. For most of the days she’d spent in her room.

She now laid flat, legs bent and her head hanging off the side of her bed, while her hands rested on her stomach. She stared mindlessly at the ceiling, the smoothness somewhat upsetting, as there was no design— no squares, diamonds, or triangles to needlessly count in hopes of passing the time quicker.

‘How long have I been in my room? If I leave now I might run into Ankoku. I don’t wanna catch any of his attention…’ She thought, eyes moving back to her closed bedroom door. She couldn’t risk the chance to encounter Ankoku, which lately she’d been lucky enough to avoid him.

Tsugumi didn’t question it though. Not daring to jinx herself, only grateful for this perpetual peace she was finally granted. Something good coming out of her predicament. Her mind seemed to snap back into reality, registering the sounds of hurried footsteps rushing back and forth past her room.

There had been plenty of noise since earlier that day, but she’d tuned it out several times before, not questioning it at all. In fact she also hoped Genjiro would find himself preoccupied enough to not notice any of Ankoku’s wrongdoings, thereby keeping her out of trouble.

At the same time, she felt as if there would be something bad to come, as earlier she snuck a peak through the crack doors of Genjiro’s first floor office. There he was surrounded by even larger stacks of papers than normal, hands pulling at his gel caged locs.

His expression wasn’t good either, his entire face plagued with worry. “What’s wrong with him anyways?” Tsugumi frowned. The bed suddenly buzzed, as she noticed her phone light up in her peripheral. She sat up, seeing a hidden message from an unknown on her phone screen.

As soon as she held it up to her face, the message was revealed.

+45********** Hey!

Tsugumi Wrong Number

+45********** No

+45********** It’s the right number

Tsugumi No it’s not

+45********** I’m 100 percent sure this is the right number

+45********** We don’t really know eachother yet so that’s why you’re confused

+45********** I wanna be your friend

Tsugumi I don’t wanna be friends with a stranger

+45********** 😂😂

Tsugumi frowned at the message, contemplating on whether to block the person or not. For some reason, though, she didn’t leave the messages, simply watching the three dots loading on her screen.

+45********** Okay fine my name is Ikki

Tsugumi I didn’t ask for your name

+45********** You don’t need to tell me your name I already know it. Inazuma Tsugumi.

+45********** You’re the stepdaughter of Kawasaki Genjiro who owns 84.7 percent of shares in the I.J Security company.

+45********** You went to Gen Elementary, Yuuma Jr High, and Toyogihashi high

Tsugumi My records are public information. Anyone can get it.

+45********** Fine

+45********** Want me to tell you something that’s not public info?

Tsugumi only looked at the message, unsure of how to respond. There wasn’t anything very secretive about her life. Most people have already been speculating about the relationship between her and Ankoku. The rumors about her have been flying around since middle school.

+45********** No response? I’ll take that as a yes

+45********** I mean what happened in second year of jr high

+45********** You know

+45********** In the math classroom

In the math classroom

Reading the message made Tsugumi’s blood run cold. Though her fingers trembled witch each movement, she quickly clicked the pictures icon at the top of her screen, then pressed the info button, eyes dropping to the bottom of the screen as she pressed ‘Block Caller’.

She felt her skin crawl at the memory of that incident, the most intense being the blurry sight of the ceiling, even the feeling of the cold polished marble on her almost bare back as she lie motionless on the ground.

“Don’t either of you breathe a word of this”

Those were Genjrio’s words to Tsugumi and Ankoku, as she sat in the back of the car, covered in bruises and dried blood, not even stopping to patch her up or even worry for her before giving an unwarranted lecture. Ankoku too was bruised, with a few cuts on his face.

She tightened her jacket around herself as her eyes fell to his blood covered knuckles— knowing most of that blood was from her own body. She couldn’t bring herself to look anywhere but down, knowing the clenching of his fists were a promise of what’s to come.

Tsugumi shivered at the memory, her heart beating out of her chest. ‘No one knows besides the four of us… I know Ankoku and Genjiro wouldn’t threaten me like this. And I also know that he is still in jail…’ She thought, pressing her lips into a thin line.

Her phone vibrated again. She almost decided to ignore it, but shook the idea out of her head once it did so twice more. Now there was a new number, though presumably the same person.

+45********** Did you block me? That’s mean +45********** I’m not trying to blackmail you. Don’t worry +45********** Good friends keep secrets

+45********** What do you want?

+45********** To be friends?? +45********** I already told you that

Tsugumi Why?

+45********** I just like you.

Tsugumi typed a new message, hesitated for almost 2 minutes before sending it.

Tsugumi How do you know about that?

+45********** What? In the math class? +45********** I’ve just been watching you for a long time +45********** That’s not important though. Let’s be friends.

Tsugumi just tossed her phone to the side, it vibrating again, but she decided to ignore it. Although her stomach felt ticklish at the idea of someone else knowing that information, she pushed her anxiety to the side, telling herself that Genjiro would solve it even if it got out.

No matter how unfair he treated her, he’d always come in handy when things like this happened— just because it affected his own reputation. She rolled over on her side, hoping this wasn’t wishful thinking, and that nothing bad will come of this person knowing what happened.

Leaning forward against his desk boredly, Shikaba stared forward at his subordinate. He had little faith that any efforts to identify the girl would succeed, as he’d been waiting for days at this point. But the next words had him peeking up in his chair.

“We found out who she is”

“Really?” He hummed excitedly, the man nodded. He placed a picture down on his desk, Shikaba’s now hazy memory of the day becoming clearer.

Although he barely got a good look at her, due to her obvious purposeful hiding of her face, the picture of the straight faced girl rang several bells.

“She’s 19 years old, at the height of 171 centimeters and a weight of 61 kilograms. She attended Gen Elementary School, Yuuma Middle School, and Toyogihashi High School. She was an average student who stood out neither academically nor physically” He began.

“Also, it seems to date she has no close associates, and in fact seems to not know anyone outside of her mother, step father, step brother, and the employees who work for her step father; Kawasaki Genjiro” The two were more alert than ever in hearing that name.

“So that’s how she’s connected?” Shikaba spoke, eyes wide with surprise. “If that’s the case, it’s not a coincidence…” Taira nodded. “What else have ya found?” The man cleared his throat, straightening his posture.

“Apparently, her mother Kawasaki Koume, maiden name Shikiji, met and married Genjiro while Tsugumi was 13 years old” He went on. ‘Koume, huh? Is it the same person?’ He wondered, tapping the desk almost softly.

“Are the step siblings real close? I mean, meeting in a hotel is definitely weird” He hummed loudly. “But are they crazy enough to do that in broad daylight?” Taira questioned.

“A few years back, there were rumors of the two being in an inappropriate relationship—” The two were now completely silent at that remark. “—but those rumors were debunked after talk of their ‘strained relationship’ started flying around” He explained.

“Since the two were rarely seen together, even though they attended the same schools. As there was no evidence to support any kind of sexual relationship between the two” He concluded. Shikaba chides and slouched back in his chair.

“That would’ve been more fun…” He grumbled, his mouth twisting into a pout. “Just keep looking. Find something more… definitive that there’s something strange going on. Either with one or the whole family… and investigate this ‘Koume’ person too…” He ordered.

“Yes, sir” He bowed, leaving the office quickly. Taira stared down at the picture of Tsugumi, noting that rather than a person, she resembled a porcelain doll. ‘If there really isn’t anything going on, that part is still strange…’ He thought, eyes glazed over as he examined her picture.

Tsugumi breathed softly, eyes scanning the street, filled with cafe’s, small restaurants, bars, and clothing shops. Her outfit was a black fitted shirt, somewhat above her bellybutton— a simple diamond stud in her piercing— baggy black sweatpants seated at her hips, and white forces.

Her hair was let down her back, as usual. She took in another large breath, relishing in the fresh air she was granted after an entire week of being hold up in the house.

Being outside was less suffocating, as she was being not-so-inconspicuously followed by an entire security team. Still, the warm sun on her skin, and the summer breeze she felt, despite it still being spring time.

“Don’t start any trouble if you don’t want to be punished”

Those were the words Genjiro left with her before her outing, of course making it seem as though the situation was her fault. And that punishment, though this time it was a simple grounding, would likely result in Tsugumi suffering some sort of bodily harm.

So, today’s outing, where Genjiro permitted her to go shopping could be seen as… hush money. It was always like this. Whenever she and Ankoku had made headlines, after the end of her punishment, she was granted a monetary insurance to keep her mouth shut about what Ankoku has been doing.

Of course, she didn’t need it. The mere thought of someone else knowing the types of things that go on between her and Ankoku made bile rise in her throat, tears to her eyes. She couldn’t let anyone know of the dirt that stained her character.

“I guess I can use a new bag…”

Somewhere, not nearby any heavily populated area, in a rundown motel in room 203. Both windows shot out, each sloppily boarded up by wooden slaps hammered into the walls, and filthy white curtains blocking any kind of sight. Into the room.

Inside it was even more dingy, closer to the door was one empty dresser, on top a mirror hanging on top of it, and in front of that was a full sized mattress without a sheet, stains of unknown origins splattered over it, resting against a short bed frame.

Next to that was a long green couch, sewn in cushions with stuffing falling out, just as stained as the bed. The walls were caked with mold, and the paint was cracked on every one. In front of it was a wobbly coffee table, one leg shorter than the other and held up by a stack of about 4 magazines.

Next to the table, Ankoku sat on the rotted wooden floor, leaning his elbow against the table. He slammed a stack of crumpled bills down, next to the rest, running a hand through his hair, his face plagued with anxiety. He’d counted it over and over, reaching the same sum of 384,533.

He counted 15 times, 16 times, deciding to finally stop at 19. He was constantly disappointed, agitation growing by the second, as each time he counted he’d hoped he missed at least an extra 9 million

“What are we gonna do…?”

Ankoku looked up at the other young man who walked in from the bathroom. He was tall and of a somewhat muscular, yet cut, frame. His hair was died a dusty brown, and parted in the middle—styled in a short mullet that reached just below his ears.

His eyes were wide and green, topped by dark eyebrows, and both of his ears were pierced by black studs. Mogawa Momiji, aka, Momo. He was Ankoku’s best friend since grade school.

The two were very similar in many ways, though at the moment the most similar being the worried expressions on their faces.

“The deadline’s in a few we—”

“I KNOW!!”

Ankoku’s outburst startled the young man into silence. He himself had faced Ankoku’s wrath quite a few times, it was definitely something to cause you to be wary of him and his temperament.

‘Tsk… why’d I even borrow that money in the first place…?’ He grumbled. “We should just run away” Momiji suggested, Ankoku looking up at him, not knowing whether to be shocked and angry, the look in his eyes being somewhere between.

“Are you crazy?!” He shouted. “They’d hunt us down and then we won’t even be given a chance to try and pay it back!” He sighed. “Well what the hell are we supposed to do?! We don’t even have half of it! How are we s’posed to get that amount in the time we have left?!” Momiji snapped.

“I know… just—” Ankoku softly massaged his temples, trying to calm himself before he did something he knows he’d regret. “—just relax okay?! I-I’ll call my dad, try to pull some strings just… you keep saving whatever you can, even change” He told him.

Momiji sighed, nodding along with the plan. “Yeah… yeah okay…”

Tsugumi was seated on her bed, shopping bags she’d yet to unpack into her room seated there as well— deciding to buy more than just one new bag. Now, she stared at her lap, which held a small fancy blue box that previously held some kind of jewelry, she forgets. Inside was the watch she’d picked up.

Genjiro lifted her grounding, yes. But neither she nor Ankoku would be allowed anywhere near Luxe until the rumors died down. Still, by now it’s been a week, so this could be considered theft.

No matter how much she tried to justify it as an accident, there was no good reason for her to be in possession of the watch. “I should’ve minded my own business and left the damn watch alone” She mumbled, her fingers grazing the edge of the opening.

‘Should I ask someone about him?’ She contemplated. ‘I’m not grounded anymore so if by chance Ankoku hears about it, I can just stay out for as long as I want’ She thought, knowing Ankoku would be unable to touch her outside.

She could wait for time to quell his anger, and then move on from the incident entirely. Tsugumi knelt down, sliding the box underneath her bed before going out into the hallway, immediately clocking the security guard that walked toward the stairs.

“Hey” she called to him, stepping completely outside. “Yes, miss” He bowed his head politely, before walking over to her. “Can you find out about someone for me?” She asked, softly tapping her toes against the floor.

The man nodded, both of them unaware of Genjiro nearing from the corner, fully alert upon hearing Tsugumi’s voice. “He’s not tall, around my height, and has kinda fringy blonde hair” She explained.

She still had yet to notice Genjiro, even as he rounded the corner, though he stopped once he heard the last bit of information she gave. “And he’s got a scar going down his right eye, even to his chest”

Tsugumi dragged her hand from her forehead down to her chest. “Hm… and… um…” She trailed off, trying to remember anything else she could about him.

“TSUGUMI!!”

Genjiro’s voice boomed in the hallway, the pair flinching at the sound. They now were completely attentive to him, who stalked down the hall in a fit of rage. “What did you just say?!” He shouted and grabbed her shoulder, squeezing them tightly.

“HOW DO YOU KNOW HIM?!” He screamed, saliva sputtering all over her face, making her wince. “I… I…” She stammered, her eyes wide as her trembling body was engulfed in a feeling of terror. Her throat ran dry, and her blood cold.

Her lips trembled, unable to form any thought, let alone speak it. “SPEAK UP!! TELL ME NOW!!” He ordered, shaking her harshly. “I d-don’t know him… I.. s-sssaw him at Luxe that d-day…” She began, unable to stop herself from stuttering, teeth almost barring down on her tongue.

“I-I thought m-maybe he was s-s-ssomeone rich… b-b-because he…” She swallowed harshly. “Because hheee had a b-bunch of g-guard t-t… to…” She continued. “Tsk… you’re lying” Genjiro accused, Tsugumi’s skin crawling at the words.

“Nnn… no… I reeally d-don’t… I-I-I… sss… S-sorry…” Before she could think to apologize, she figured an apology would calm him down, and allow him to him her out.

But she was wrong.

As soon as she finished her apology his hand flew across her face, the sound of the slap echoing in the hallway and the guards eyes were now glued to the floor. Tsugumi’s eyes were wide with awe, her face and lips tingling with the pain.

The sting left by the impact made her flinch. “Sir” Kakihara cleared his throat from the steps behind Genjiro. He turned around, the fury not leaving his expression as he spat out a hurried “What?!” Though the latter was not taken aback.

“There is a guest in the foyer waiting for you” He bowed his head. Genjiro took in a few deep breaths before walking toward the steps, following behind Kakihara. Tsugumi’s vision blurred as the steps furthered.

At that moment she blinked away the tears, hurrying to the bathroom. She stared into the reflection in the mirror, unable to determine her own feelings at the moment. She looked… hollow. Her cheek was already turning red, and would surely start to swell soon.

She could assume the time it’d take to heal, maybe a few days— half a week at most. But the most pressing injury seemed to be on her bottom lip, cut and bleeding just a little. It would likely take a little over a week for that one.

She swiped her tongue across her bottom lip, licking away the blood, though it was just replaced by a new stream leaking out. She took the back of her hand, wiping away the tears that weld up again, sniffling softly as she left the bathroom.

Now, as he walked up the stairs Ankoku clocked her immediately. Tsugumi, though, was late in noticing him, so when she turned her face away from him all she heard was

“What happened to your face?”

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Regrinhas, tá meninas?

Então, você resolveu fazer um pedido? Não se esqueça de ver se ele está de acordo com essas regrinhas antes, ok?

Para Reactions

Eu faço reactions apenas para os seguintes grupos/artistas:

BTS

GOT7

MONSTA X

EXO

IKON

SEVENTEEN (por unit)

NCT (por unit)

BLOCK B

SF9

ASTRO

SHINEE

BIGBANG

VIXX

AOMG BOYS

-Vocês podem escolher um grupo ou até sete membros de grupos diferentes. 

-Nos pedidos, deve conter o grupo/membros que vocês querem e a situação. 

Para Texts

-Qualquer membro de qualquer grupo existente. 

-O nome do membro e o assunto das mensagens. 

Para Imagines

-Um plot específico (ex: Jin com ciúmes, Key se declarando)

-Faço AU’s (Hogwarts!AU, Royals!AU, Mafia!AU, etc.)

-Não faço nada nem remotamente sexual para menores de idade.

-Faço smut, fluffly, angst, você escolhe.

Para Ships

-Written ships: você me manda uma breve descrição de você + o grupo que você quer ser shippada.

-Um grupo por pedido nessa categoria, apenas.

-Selca ships: você me envia, através da opção “submit”, uma foto sua + até cinco grupos que você quer ser shippada.

-*Idol Life Ships*: você vai me enviar uma foto sua, através da opção “submit”, e eu vou “montar” uma vida de idol para você, incluindo: empresa que agencia, número de integrantes do grupo, conceito, namordx idol, melhor amiga e melhor amigo idol.

-Para selca e idol life ships, você vai ter que especificar se você quer que sua foto continue privada ou pode ser postada.

-Os grupos disponíveis são:

BTS

GOT7

MONSTA X

EXO

IKON

SEVENTEEN (por unit)

NCT (por unit)

BLOCK B

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SHINEE

BIGBANG

VIXX

AOMG BOYS

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~Bitch Kisses

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Masterlist

All scenarios/ reactions I have written on here. MTLs and other individual answered asks are not listed individually, however, you will still see them if you click on the group’s name, which I highly recommend

Boygroups

Astro

Rainy Day

When they have a crush on you

Kisses with Rocky

B.A.P

No more recipe (Zelo Fluff)

You tease them during a blowjob

Yongguk + jealousy

You hug them in your sleep

Hugs with B.A.P

Oral sex

Reaction to you giving them a surprise kiss

When your new bf treats you badly

Giving Yongguk a Hershey kiss instead of a real one

Returning from the military

You’re homesick

When they see their ex on the street

You shy away from a kiss

When you’re stressed and emotional

After sex

When there’s a big height difference

Where they would like to kiss you

First time with Himchan

Kissing Himchan

Tease (Zelo scenario, suggestive)

Pictures (Youngjae fluff)

When you’re horny often

Touching & teasing Himchan

When their gf is horny after sex

Daehyun & Yongguk Threesome scenario

Sub!Daehyun - Orgasm Denial imagine

Sub!Zelo + Masturbation

BF!Yongguk (short ver.)

01/01 with Yongguk

First Time with Zelo

Big Bang

Touching them under the covers

Sexting them

Giving them a blowjob

Another member makes you cry

Mtl kinky

You fall asleep on another member

Catching their s/o masturbating

Favorite Positions

Gift Wrapping with GD (X-Mas Drabble)

Block B

Sending Zico caring texts

What they’re insecure about in a relationship

Kinks

Kinks (extended)

You were a revealing dress (Zico)

When you slap another girl

Accidentally hitting Zico’s dick

Morning sex (Zico smut)

BF!Zico (short ver.)

Sexting

BtoB

Kiss my lips (Peniel fluff)

Dirty mind ranking

Catching Sungjae + Minhyuk masturbating

Skinship

Ilhoon + blowjobs

In my arms (Peniel fluff)

Catching them jerking off

Smutty movie night with Eunkwang

BTS

Grabbing their butt in public

Cheating on them

Where they would travel with you

You’re short

Don’t cry (Suga fluff)

When you have a sexual scene with another member

Buying tampons with you

Who would cry with you?

Dirty mind ranking

Comforting you

Favorite positions

Insecurity (Jungkook smut)

Girl group crush

Gamer Guy (Jikook fluff, YouTube AU) pt.1 (?)

V + Pegging smut

Jimin + Spanking smut (sub!jimin)

BF!Jungkook (short ver.)

TaeGi nsfw tag

YoonMin nsfw tag

Day6

I’m your fan - YoungK Reverse!AU

Exo

Cookies and Carols (Lay fluff)

After sex

Rough or gentle sex

Holding their newborn for the first time

Oral sex

BF!Baekhyun (short ver.)

Turn-offs

Chanyeol + blowjobs

Jealous Jongin

Baekhyun kinks

Got7

Kinks

You perform in a musical

You graduate with honors

Going after you after an argument

You get sick because you study too much

Locking yourself in the bathroom after an argument

Movies (Youngjae smut)

Sex locations

Giving head

Mark + Service smut (sub!mark)

BF!JB (short ver.)

Ginger Bread House with Youngjae (X-Mas Drabble)

Gift exchange with Jackson (Christmas drabble)

Hyung line receiving head

History

First Dates

Bonfire with Kyungil (X-Mas Drabble)

First Time

Telling Kyungil you’re pregnant

iKon

My present (Bobby fluff)

You never get jealous

You win a competition (B.I & Bobby)

Boyfriend Donghyuk

Who likes big boobs the most?

Anal

You only eat chocolate

You think you’re too skinny

They’re your first

Reading your diary

Oral sex

Catching you masturbating

Stress (B.I smut)

When you’re insecure about giving a blowjob

You have a sexual scene with another member

Accidentally touching your boobs

You wear a revealing dress (B.I)

Ideal type

Kinks

You kiss them during an argument

Dirty mind ranking

You slap another girl (Jinhwan, B.I, Yunhyeong)

Catching iKon jerking off

They fail during your first time

Being honest about their first time

Touching them under the table (B.I, Yunhyeong, Donghyuk)

Hogwarts houses

mtl kinky

BF!Hanbin (short ver.)

Yunchan nsfw tag

Junhwan nsfw tag

Donghyeong nsfw tag

Yunbin nsfw tag

BF!Bobby (short ver.)

Cuddling

You fall asleep on another member

Infinite

Gifts (Sunggyu fluff)

Teasing them during a blowjob

First kiss

Turn-offs

BF!Sunggyu (short ver.)

Oral sex (giving)

Monsta X

Christmas Chefs (I.M fluff)

BF!Shownu (short ver.)

BF!I.M (short ver.)

Whiny - smutty sub!Jooheon

Baby Boy I.M

NCT

Downtime (Jaehyun fluff)

Baby Boy (boyxboy dom!Taeyong smut)

New Years with Jeno

Nu'est

Nu’est kinks

Royal Pirates

Cuddling

Face Fucking

Seventeen

Where they would kiss you

Who would like big boobs the most?

They have a crush on a member’s sister

Accidentally touching your boobs

Time (S.Coups fluff)

Reaction to you tripping in public

Their s/o falls asleep while studying

SHINee

Happy Anniversary? (Jonghyun fluff)

Desperation (Taemin smut)

Sex with SHINee

Super Junior

For you (Heechul fluff)

Giving Heechul head

Heechul in bed

Girl group crush

As fathers

Favorite positions

Donghae kinks

Siwon kinks

Punish Me Please pt.1 - sub!Heechul

Topp Dogg

Fairy lights (Hansol fluff)

Sexting

Reaction to a surprise kiss

Boobs or butt

U-Kiss

Meeting your parents

Vixx

What to watch (Ravi fluff)

Winner

Sing for you (Seungyoon fluff)

Night date with Taehyun

mtl kinky

Dry humping with Mino

BF!Mino (short ver.)

Mino kinks

Girlgroups

2ne1

Christmas lights and chocolate (Bom fluff)

First Kiss with CL

4minute

Quick (Gayoon smut)

Naughty - Dom!Hyuna smut

EXID

Red shell (LE fluff)

Mommy kink

Working (LE smut)

You wear nothing but a coat

Girl’s Day

Ideal date

Mamamoo

Fun in the snow (Moonbyul fluff)

Lapdances

Kinks

Mamamoo confessing

First I Love You

Sex with Solar

Turn-offs

Soloists

#Gun

Kinks

Cheetah

Multiple Orgasms

Dean

Going Public (fluff)

Dok2

Passionate sex

Eric Nam

Neck kisses

Gray

Fingering you

Jay Park

Kinks

Secret Santa Shopping (fluff)

Public Sex

Jessi

Making out

One (Jaewon)

Romantic Sex

Seo Chulgu

Orgasm Denial

Taewoon

Make Up Sex

Zion.T

Thigh kisses

Actors

Jisoo

BF!Jisoo (short ver.)

Lee Hyunwoo

Please (dom!reader)

Lee Wongeun

BF!Wongeun (short ver.)

Seo In Guk

Eating you out

mtls     games       about me

[atkscenarios]

Blog Introduction

This is our blog introduction.  We will be writing Selca ships, Collage ships(specify is anonymous or not) Reactions, Texts, Snaps, Outfits, Ships, and MTL's.  Genres we write are Angst, Smut, Fluff or them combined.  

Groups that we all around write for:

100%

24K

2AM

2NE1

2PM

4Minute

5Dolls

5uprise

A.C.E

After School

AlphaBAT

Apink

AOA

Astro

Awesome

B1A4

B.A.P   

Beast/Highlight

Beatwin  

Bestie  

B.I.G  

Big Bang

BigFlo

Black6ix

Black Pink  

Block B  

Boyfriend

Boys24

Boys Republic

BTOB

BTS

Bulldok

C-Clown

CLC

CNBlue

Crayon Pop

C-real

Cross Gene

Day6

EpikHigh

EXO (OT12 or OT9)

FTIsland

F(x)

GFriend

Girls Generation

Got7

Gray

Halo

Henry

High4

History

Hoody

HotShot

H.U.B

IKON

Infinite

INX

Imfact

I.O.I

IU

Jay Park

JJCC

JJY

KNK

Ladies Code

Lu:kus

MadTown

Mamamoo

Masc

MissA

Monsta X

M.Pire

MyTeen

MyName

NCT (All Sub-Units)

N.Flying

Nine Muses

NU'EST

Oh My Girl

Orange Caramel

Pentagon

Red Velvet

Royal Pirates

Seo In Guk

Seventeen

SF9

Shinee

Simon D

Speed

Snuper

ss501

Super Junior

Teen Top

TFBoys

Topp Dogg

TopSecret

TVXQ

Twice

Uniq

Up10tion

Varsity

VAV

Victon

Vixx

Voisper

Winner

WJSN

YHBoys

ZE:A

We take requests and if you want any group to be added recommend them (They can be disbanded). Also, if anyone wants scenarios or drabbles we will add them after a specific amount of time.  

[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

Wicked, part 6 (DT royal AU)

Summary: While Dracovia says goodbye to their past king, the new ruler steps up as it burns their life to the ground.

Warnings: swearing, angst, fluff, death, indicating SMUT

Word count: 4456

WICKED - SERIES MASTERLIST

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“This is a peaceful gathering!” Y/N shouted, hoping the soldiers would see reason. She had begged her father to let the people gather on the border and protest the possibility of war between Dracovia and Astros as well as the signing of a peace treaty their king required. Y/N agreed, wanting to avoid bloodshed, to protect her people but also the people of Astros. If the kingdoms started a war, those most innocent would surely suffer and she couldn’t just ignore that. So, aware this was likely a ploy to see the princess of Dracovia to report her beauty back to their king, Y/N and her best friend arrived at the meeting point, the people following to show their support for the future dragon queen.

But it was anything but peaceful for as soon Y/N and Andrea joined the soldiers to sign the treaty, Andrea was forcefully taken right before her eyes. She felt her best friend’s hand slip from her grasp as they dragged her toward the block, Y/N’s pleading going unanswered.

She felt utterly helpless as she watched them force Andrea onto her knees and her head onto the block, the sword coming down on her so quickly Y/N had barely had time to exhale before the blood pooled and her friend’s head was no longer attached to her neck.

She swore she’ll never be so stupid, so naïve, so helpless ever again. But he found herself in the very same position.

She began to cry. She didn’t want to, she didn’t want the men to see her weakness, She couldn’t help it, though. She felt utterly alone and helpless.

Her screams echoed long into the night, filled with raging despair and the sorrowful betrayal she had been a victim of. She didn't break quietly, it was like every atom of her being screamed in unison, traumatized by all the things that were done to her since she was a child. She thought she was safe with Grayson, that she could entrust her heart and soul to him. When the wracking sobs passed, she cried in such a desolate way that no-one could bear to listen for long.

She finally understood her mother's words:

"Never trust any man and never love anyone but your children."

Y/N wished she stayed true to her initial reasoning, for her heart had clearly lied to her mind who had warned her of it all on numerous occasions.

She sunk to her knees, her entire body trembling, inconsolable. He had robbed her of her freedom, of her family's legacy, of her ability to love and trust. That was something much more sinister than a simple betrayal - she would have taken a dagger to the heart much kinder than what he had done to her.

So, there she sat, her face red and wet from tears she's spilled over her unfortunate fate - she was a queen with neither a crown nor a kingdom, the most powerful piece on the board with no moves left.

There was no room in her heart for love she had for Grayson anymore. All she had was hate, unparalleled hate. She wanted what was her and she planned on taking it – with fire and blood if necessary. She’s too proud to surrender, too proud to bend, too proud to lose. If war is what Grayson wants, she’d give it to him.

“My Queen?”

Y/N recognized the voice of her lady immediately, the door opening right after. Standing up, she quickly wiped her tears away and straightened her back. No one can see her emotions anymore. She had put despair and fear aside as if they were garments she simply did not wish to wear. She’s a dragon and she’s not afraid to burn heaven down if it meant protecting her kingdom.

“We need to go to Dracovia.” That’s all Y/N said before walking past her lady, certain she was free even if it’s been at least five or six hours since her husband locked her up in the tower.

“Who will we call? The kingdom fell without a single shot fired!” Mareen shouted, effectively stopping her queen in her spot, the aftershock of her lady’s words just registering with her.

“What do you mean? I thought Dracovia was burning.” Y/N tried to keep her voice leveled and her mind open, but she started to shake, visibly trembling in a fit of rage. Why would her people ever surrender to a foreign invader? Why would they give up everything without a fight?

“Apparently your late father did the burning,” Mareen responded a little quieter for she could sense the danger in her Queen’s posture and even more in the tone of voice she used whenever she tried to conceal how close to madness she truly is.

“So…he is dead.” Y/N sighed, closing her eyes as she pressed her lips together. She felt horrible about not feeling horrible about his death at all. In a way, she always knew he wasn’t a good man, but he was always good to her...as good as he could be considering the way he had brought her up - a woman with no trust, no love, no remorse in her heart...a woman who was taught to use her body and mind in the most wicked ways possible. 

“I’m afraid so,” Mareen responded, waiting for an order from her queen. But Y/N needed a moment to breathe. She had just gotten confirmation she no longer had any parents in this world, that she has a whole kingdom on her shoulders now. It’s one thing to think about what kind of a queen she wanted to be, but to actually have to be one at such a young age was different.

“Contact Sir Pembelton. He’ll be much more loyal to me than Sir Mance ever was.” Y/N ordered, heading for the shores where she expected to find her knight, the one spy she had recruited herself a little after Andrea died. She knew he’d be there before her for Sir Pembelton was always on time even when a time frame wasn’t set. She believed him to be more knowledgable of the situation than herself.

Her heart breaks with every step she takes through the halls, walking out into the rose garden she had grown accustomed to. This place, the castle…it felt like home. She wanted to remember it as such, not allowing her husband’s betrayal to taint the memories.

All she could do was to bow her head until her chin touched her chest and keep walking. Finding her place on the beach, the crashing waves licking at her bare feet, she drew in a deep breath to stop herself from losing her nerve.

“Enjoying quiet walks on the beach?”

She didn’t need to turn around to know it was the gallant knight she handpicked that stood behind her. Truth be told, there was a time she wanted to name him her king, but that was over once her father allowed her to be traded like cattle for a peace no one truly kept.

“Not as much as sitting on my throne.” Y/N quipped, smirking once he stepped before her only to fall on one knee in respect.

“Your majesty.”

She placed a hand on his shoulder, allowing him to stand proudly once more. He still looked as dark and as brooding as the first time she laid her eyes on him when she was barely fourteen. He was her friend, perhaps the only man who has yet to fail her. His light blue eyes are stark different in comparison, filled with an undeniable melancholy she only ever saw on the day they parted – when he pressed a kiss to the back of her hand and gave her a note…a note where he admitted to the great love he bears her, the love he assumed was hopeless.

There had been many nights when she wondered what would have happened if she didn’t send him off to Astros, but she knew she’d never trust any soldier as much as she trusted him to be loyal. He was a descent of the dragon himself, one of the rare ones, and the dragons stick together.

“Brooks, you never have to bow to me when we’re alone.” She told him, her hand resting on his shoulder still. He offered her a lopsided smile, his eyes drowning her in memories she shouldn’t cling to. It felt as if she was committing a great sin, as if this small act of gentle conversation was one of cheating on her spouse…the one who had taken her kingdom from her without a warning, without any sign of betraying her. But she felt guilty nonetheless, taking a step back for her own sanity and morality.

“I need to go home and I believe you know why.” Brooks has never been a man of many words, his response being a simple nod.

“And I need my army with me when we get there. Can you arrange that?” She cocked her head to the side when he nodded once more before speaking into his earpiece and she heard the unmistakable sound of an approaching helicopter.

“Your majesty, the king is asking for you.” Mareen whispered, holding a hand over the phone as she tried to push it into Y/N’s hand. She takes it, looking at it, pondering, but not for long. In a fit, she curled her hand around it and pulled her arm back before sending the phone flying into the ocean.

“Whatever it is, I do not care. I’ll see him in less than an hour.”

**

However, when Y/N arrived to her beloved kingdom, she found herself in quite a shock. Not only did the people come out to greet her, free as they seem, the army was there as well, not one of the soldiers fighting for their kingdom. What’s worse, neither were Astrovian soldiers.

Dracovia seemed too peaceful considering there was a change in power. Their king had been killed, yet they disregarded it as dirt under their fingernails. But the oddest part was that they regarded her as their Queen, as if nothing had changed at all.

“Have they all assumed he came for the throne in my name?” Y/N wondered out loud as she passed the crowds from above, heading to the castle. If Grayson came under false pretense to claim the throne for her - the rightful heir, it wouldn’t be so shocking to see the people have caved so quickly.

“That’s because he did. King Grayson didn’t claim the throne in his name, but your name, Majesty.” Brooks spoke up and Y/N nearly choked on her own saliva. How could she believe that after the way he treated her like a criminal and had her locked up in a room he clearly prepared months before…ever since he knew of her plan to dethrone him and take Astros for herself. He knew all along and she gave him so many chances to admit to it but he only ever gave her one. Had he told her what he knew, too many of their disputes would have never happened and she would have…she would have told him the full truth. They could have been happy.

How could she trust him now when he had fooled her so many times before?

“I miss when you called me honey.” Y/N whispered solemnly, pushing the thought out of her mind. She would see her husband any minute now, there was no need to dwell on what if’s. After all, no one calls you honey when you’re sitting on a throne.

The first one to meet her at the landing tower was the sworn sword who had betrayed her. The man she thought would die if she ordered so, but he was quick to bow to a man he didn’t even know.

“My princess, I beg your forgiveness.” He kneeled, his sword placed in his hands as he offered her to do what she wished with him – spare him or kill him with his own sword.

“I am not your little princess!” She spat, disgusted with the man who swore an oath to be loyal only to her. “I am a queen and it will do you well to remember that Sir Mance for I can have your head for treason.” She threatened but she didn’t touch the sword offered to her. Instead, she left the old knight on his knees without a pardon either.

Once at the castle, Y/N headed toward the throne room. If she would find Grayson anywhere, it would be there, surrounded by the council and ready to be crowned.

“THE QUEEN!” A chorus of shouting had begun as she entered, everyone dropping to their knees moments after. Everyone, but Grayson.

“You’ve arrived just in time. You’re to be crowned queen in the wake of your father’s death.” Grayson explained, watching her for a reaction. There is a rawness about her that many don’t see nor understand. She is chaos in the wind and fire across the sky and not everyone appreciates the beauty of a storm for most cower in fear and hide. He knew she wasn’t happy about any of it, especially with the way he handled things, but he had to act fast and there were far too many things he couldn’t tell her.

She swallowed her pride and feigned her marriage is as perfect as everyone believes. She couldn’t tell the kingdom how her husband had went behind her back and now she was to be a mother to a man who would never trust her and she didn’t think she could trust him either. Not ever after the stunt he pulled.

Crowned in glory, the pair took their seats at the throne before the room cleared out and gave them much needed peace as a celebration began outside.

“Why?” It’s all he asked as she pulled her crown off as it felt too heavy for the first time in her life. She had always carried the crown with grace and class, but she couldn’t bear the heaviness of the crown her mother once bore. The same woman who told her never to love anyone, to have only suspicion and hate in her heart. The woman who had died before Y/N could understand her words fully.

“Your father was sending men to attack his own people. Besides, it was never his throne to sit on. You don’t have to believe me, but the things he had done to your mother…I believe he killed her. I think he’d kill our child as well if he had a chance.” Grayson glanced at her, eyeing the stony expression on her face as she stared into a wall passively. Grayson expected her to shout, to scream, to set the whole castle alight, anything but the silence she gave him.

“This marriage wasn’t of convenience for me,” Grayson spoke silently, placing his hand over hers gingerly in fear of scaring her…or worse, in fear of being pushed away. He meant to tell her no convenience would force him to marry but the love he had already felt for her for a long time.

“Yeah, if anything it was of inconvenience.” She responded coldly, no longer prepared to wage a war. A part of her understood for that part of her remembered the horrors of her childhood. That part of her knew that her upbringing wasn’t exactly normal either. She was aware her father had been a monster, but he was all she had. He never put a hand on her, despite all his shortcomings.

Unable to bear a conversation with Grayson right now, Y/N stood and walked away. She rushed through the halls that held so many haunting memories, going to her bedroom, the one place she could hide from the world. But Grayson couldn’t let her go. Not yet. Not right now. Not when he knew that sooner rather than later, he’d have to leave her in Dracovia.

“What are you thinking?” He asked, watching her with a pensive look on his face. It took all his effort to stand, to face her now. He longed for her, but most of all, he wanted her to show him emotion. Any emotion.

“What I’m thinking is that the only man I ever trusted, my husband has deceived me!” And emotion is what he got. He wanted anger, but he got pain – so much pain and distrust and he knew then the only way he could reconcile is to use their physical bond instead of the vastly damaged emotional one.

Sitting on the bed, Grayson pulled his armor off.

"Come here," he said quietly, each word difficult.

She did so immediately. "Yes, my king."

He frowned slightly and held his arm out for her but she did not seem to see it. He looked up to see his love standing at the foot of the bed, unmoving. "Why are you staring at me like that?"

"I am waiting for your command, my king." She kept her words plain, her head still held high despite her attitude.

"My command?" he frowned, for all the movement added onto the headache he’s had from the moment he left her in bed earlier. "Then undress yourself for bed." He was puzzled by her words. Why didn't she rage at him? He could have handled her anger. He could have handled anything but this plastic Barbie act.

"Yes, my king," Y/N answered. Her voice was a monotone.

When he was undressed, Grayson went slowly to the bed. Y/N was already there, the covers to her neck, her eyes staring up at the canopy. He climbed under the covers and moved closer to her. Her skin against his was soothing. He ran his hand down her arm but she did not react like she used to. He leaned over, began to kiss her but her eyes did not close and her lips were unresponsive. She refused to give into him and his desire, but most of all, she would not be trapped into forgiving him for a little pleasure.

"What’s wrong with you?" Grayson demanded an answer, worried she had gotten hurt somehow or that she was distressed.

"Wrong with me, my king?" she said evenly, looking steadily into his eyes. "I don't know what you mean. I am yours to command for I am just a woman and you the great king that clearly knows best. Tell me your wish and I will obey. Do you wish to mate with me? Then I will obey." She moved her thigh against his and it took Grayson a few minutes to realize that she had spread her legs for him.

He stared at her, aghast. He knew crudity was not natural to her. "Y/N," he began, "I wanted to explain it all—"

"Explain, my king? What must you explain to me? Do you explain your actions to the servants? I am yours no less than they are. If that weren’t true, you wouldn’t have lied to me every time I asked if there was something you wanted to tell me – anything and I would have told you everything. If that wasn’t the case, you’d have told me before invading my country and killing my father, the last of my family. Had it been untrue, you would tell me what else you’re hiding from me because I refuse to believe you got the throne for me just for the sake of it. You knew it would push me away from you for I regard my throne as my soul, my people as my heart. You don’t want a wife or a queen, you want a brainless doll that goes along with all you want. Just tell me how I may obey you and I will."

Grayson began to move away from her. He did not like the way Y/N looked at him. At least, when she hated him, there had been life in her eyes. Now there was none. He left the bed. Before he knew what he did, he pulled on the classy doublet he was given to wear for the coronation and his boots, his other clothes thrown over his arm, and left the cold chamber.

Neither of them would sleep that night, chambers set apart by a wall thin enough for him to hear her heartbreaking sobs, but too thick for him to hold her through it. How could he ever change what he did, especially when he did it for her? He didn’t regret it still, because no matter what, he knew her better than she thought. He knew this would be the only way to make sure the plan works.

Come next morning, he was in her chambers before she called anyone to wait on her. She sat at her bay window, one alike the improvised one Grayson had built for her back in Astros. It was the kindest thing he had done for her in the early days of their marriage. He bought her the most beautiful jewels, fed her incredible food, but that couch he had set for her was her favorite thing about that room.

“What can I do to fix this and bridge the distance between us?” Grayson asked, playing the part he had to in order for her to believe him that he was repentant. He needed their separation to be her idea for only then would she be too proud, too stubborn to follow him home.

Turning to face him, she hugged her robe closer to her body, hiding herself from him as if he could see through the cotton.

“I need you to leave. I need you to leave and not come back.” She spoke with tears glistening in her eyes - from hurt, from anger? Grayson couldn’t tell.

“What about us? Our marriage? Our baby?” Grayson questioned, knowing he’s gotten exactly what he wanted but he hoped it wouldn’t be so hard to do for him and so easy for her. He hoped she’d still fight for him to stay, to know why he’s done it behind all the excuses he’s provided. His plan worked a little too well and he felt the cracks in his heart deepen.

“I don’t know.” She shook her head, turning her back on him to hide the pained expression that his words instilled on her face. “Even after all this, you still choose to lie to me. You still hold secrets and I’m done with those. For whatever reason, you’ve decided to ruin us, so I’ll give you what you want. Go.”

She wanted him to say something – anything. She wanted him to fight for her, to say he couldn’t imagine life without her and to fall to his knees and beg forgiveness which she’d give…even after everything, she’d give him the forgiveness and love he seeks.

But there was no grand apology made nor was there any apology made at all. He had nodded to himself, trying to stop himself from breaking apart.

“One more thing. Andrea didn’t die by our hand. Your father organized the peace treaty without ever telling us. He had her killed in order to weaponize you. He’s got it written in his diaries which are left in the safe behind his bed.” Grayson informed her before he remembered what she asked of him. She asked him to leave.

And he did. With a heavy heart he’s left behind in her hands, Grayson walked away from the woman of his dreams, the one love he never thought he’d have to sacrifice.

He collected Ethan and his soldiers, ready to return to Astros to a bed much colder, a kingdom much emptier without her. What’s a crown when your heart suffers?

“He’s still there. In case you want to see him one last time.” Lady Mareen told her, peering out the balcony onto the courtyard where Grayson stood, looking back with a desire to see his dragon bride as if she was the cure for all that ails him.

She had no idea why she allowed him to do it to her over and over again. Each time was a new start, a fresh him, a chance to leave the disappointments behind. Her heart sank and her anger flared.

'Never again', she vowed under her breath. But how many times had she said that before? Too many times. Did she mean it this time? She hoped so. It was time to move on. Before summoning her dressers she recast her face into one of superiority, erasing the crestfallen face that belonged to a girl her age but not to a queen.

“We have other business to attend to. I need to see what daddy most vile did in his reign.”

So as Grayson hoped to catch her image one last time, Y/N had numbed herself into indifference.

In his eyes swam ghosts of regrets and self-loathing, for he could have done a lot of things much better, made his life much easier. But he had already messed everything up and it is easier to have her see him as the bad guy. She’d let him go easier.

“She’s never going to forgive you for this.” Ethan leaned on the car next to his brother, telling him what he already knows.

“It’s the only way I know she’ll be safe. Until we find who is working against us in our own midst, the fucking spy.” Grayson paused, gritting his teeth to calm his anger, the real reason why he had to do what he did.

“If she stayed with me, they would have killed her, especially if they knew she was pregnant with my heir. This way, I know she’s safe. I am just one man, I can’t save her. Without her tyrannical father, she has a whole kingdom to protect her.” Grayson smiled softly to himself, reminded why he had done this in the first place.

While his enemies work to kill him, he had made a safe haven for his wife. He couldn’t trust her father to protect her, not when he had her throne because he had killed her mother. Grayson didn’t believe his wife or his kid would survive him if he sent her home to hide her from this conspiracy. He also didn’t believe she’d leave if he told her what is at stake. She’s far too stubborn for her own good.

Grayson had set fire to his entire world, not allowing a single flame to touch her.

“Maybe so, but you know I’d have died to save her too.” Ethan quipped, trying to forgive his brother for pulling him into this mess in the first place.

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