#but it's NOT my fault they were just there doing their job. being a bodyguard/hired muscle and then

[lelianasbong]

booting up dai like

[shinestarhwaa]

THE BUTLER || CHOI SAN

This is @hwashotcheeto 's fault

Genre: Smut with a smidge of angst

Pairing: San x Fem reader

Word Count: 2.1K

Tags/Warnings: Aged-up!San (like half 30's), Butler!San, Chaebol!reader, reader has depression symptoms, oral sex (f&m), fingering, begging, daddy kink, dirty language, unprotected sex, rough sex, San knows he's hot & thicc

Taglist: @anyamaris @a-soft-hornytiny @whatudowhennooneseesyou @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @pyeonghongrie-main @woosanbby @dreamlesswonder86 @changbinslovelylegs @jonghostie @lovjensoo @mjyungi @bratty-tingz @sugarnspice630 @stardragongalaxy @bro-atz @wisejudgedragonhairdo @mingisg00dgirl @vesvosmozhno

ENJOY!

"Is there anything else I can help you with, ma'am?"

You sighed and looked at San. "Please, please don't call me ma'am, how many times do I have to ask you this, San?" He nodded. "My apologies," he spoke lowly, but he didn't budge. You sighed again. "No, San, I do not need anything, thank you." San nodded and bowed to you before exiting the room.

It wasn't your choice to have the servant, the butler or whatever you might call it to babysit you for the month. You were an adult, old enough to stay home alone but your parents wouldn't let you.

Their company was big, huge in fact and there have been bad rumors going on about insurance fraud. You know they are just rumors but a part of the media was dragging your family, making you - their only daughter - an easy target. Therefore they wouldn't leave you alone.

They tried to hire a bodyguard for you but you would not let them, so they asked San - the butler that has been working for your parents for years - to be your babysitter. God, you hated it. You did not hate him, but the whole situation of still being babied by your parents just made you extremely frustrated. You're 21 and they have been treating you like you were barely a teenager since forever.

San hasn't done anything wrong. He's a perfectly respectful and hardworking man. He doesn't exactly baby you but calling you ma'am frustrates you too. Actually, everything frustrates you at the moment. You barely even left the house, barely left your room.

But you didn't notice San has been actually worried about you. You laid in bed a lot and he was sure the whole situation was becoming too much for you. You often took care of your parents when they were around, helping them with the company and talking to them so they wouldn't go insane. But who takes care of you?

So he has been cooking his ass off, cleaning his ass off, even suggesting going for walks with you, but you declined. You felt bad for saying no, knowing he was trying to do his job, but you just figured you'd be better off on your own.

It was week 3 now and you were bored out of your mind and most importantly; horny out of your mind. You were aware that when women are ovulating they're more likely to get horny but man did you want some dick right now. You pouted as you laid in your bed, squeezing your thighs together and whimpering at the tingly sensation that was far from enough.

You heard some rumbling in the kitchen downstairs, reminding you that San is right there. And then it hit you. You are home alone with him. San is right there.

With light footsteps you made your way down the stairs into the kitchen. San looked up and smiled. "You're out of your room? It's good to see you," he kindly smiled. You nodded and watched him unload the dishwasher for a few minutes.

"Sannie?" You spoke with a pout, taking a few steps towards him. "What is it?" "I'm feeling bored..." You batted your eyelashes at him as you came closer. "Bored? Well what do you-" "Do you wanna play with me?"

You traced the veins on San's forearms as you bit your bottom lip. "Play with you? What do you want to-"

Before he could say anything else your lips were attached to his. San was startled and his instinct was to push you back but when you pushed him against the counter, breasts pressed up against him he gave in. San didn't get intimate with anyone that often, always busy working for your family, but he definitely didn't expect getting intimate with that said family. But God, he could not resist.

His hands grabbed the back of your thighs and he lifted you up on the counter of the kitchen island. Your lips moved together smoothly and your hands were all over each other. You touched his strong biceps, bulging out of his white dress shirt. Just the thought of him manhandling you with his big strong arms made your legs give out.

You moaned into his mouth and wrapped your legs around him, heels digging into his lower back as he laid you down on the counter and pressed kisses down your neck and along your exposed collarbones. He shoved up your t-shirt and groped your breasts. ''Fuck, Y/N, I shouldn't be doing this.'' ''No, fuck, please daddy, you should, you should, please, you should,'' you begged him, grasping the waistcoat hugging his form.

His longue latched on your bare breasts and moaned as he licked and sucked on your nipples. ''But Y/N, fuck they'll kill me, they're gonna kill me dead.'' ''They don't have to know, please, they don't need to know anything. I'm just so lonely. I know you can help me, right San? You'll treat me nicely?''

You looked at San with big puppy eyes and he was a goner. Your pants and panties disappeared and he spread your legs open. He practically gawked at your wet, awaiting pussy. ''Daddy, please,'' you begged again, pulling him closer. He loosened his tie and waistcoat and unbuttoned a few buttons of his dress shirt before he dove inbetween your legs.

You threw your head back and let out a high pithced moan when he runs his tongue from the bottom of your pussy up to your sensitive clit, wrapping his soft lips around your clit and sucking it harshly.

“Please, I need…” you sigh. ''What do you need?'' San asked as he pulls away from your cunt. ''Need your fingers too, want both, want it so bad,'' you whined. San smirks and brings two of his fingers to your mouth, telling you to suck them. You smirk and take his fingers into your mouth, coating them with your saliva.

After a little while he pulls his fingers out and brings them to your pussy, slowly guiding them in. He soon sets a rhythm of licking and sucking on your clit and fucking his two fingers deep into your core. Your moans got gradually louder, your thighs shaking over his shoulders. ''Daddy! O-Oh my god, Daddy, please, please, please!''

San notices you’re close because he can feel your walls spasm and clench around his fingers. He started stroking your clit with his velvet tongue as he curled his fingers inside your cunt until you're screaming his name, arousal seeping out of you.

San rides out your orgasm and removes himself from you, licking his fingers off. ''Fuck, you taste like heaven, Y/N, such a beautiful little pussy,'' he sighed. ''Bet you've been dying to have a taste of my young pussy, right daddy?'' you panted, teasing him. He smirks and pulls you off the counter, putting you down again.

''You're such a little minx, aren't you?'' he grunts into your ear as he grabs your ass from behind. He unbuttons his pants and pulls the zipper down, whipping his thick cock out. ''You want daddy's cock in your pussy, don't you? You want it so badly, you want a real man to show you what pleasure feels like. Guys your age can barely last 9 seconds inside a pussy like yours,'' he spat.

You giggled and wiggled your ass for him. ''Put it in, daddy, please put it in, play with my pussy, pretty please?'' ''Fuck, you're driving me insane,'' he grunted before pushing his dick inside of you. He let out a long, low moan as he watched himself bottom out and push in again. ''Look at that, fuck,'' he whispered.

A whiny, breathy moan slips past your lips as you let your head rest on the cool marble countertop. You can see San in the reflection of the window. San's eyes are fixated on your ass, jaw clenched and brows furrowed. ''Daddy~,'' you whined out, ''Go faster, this is not enough!''

''Such a little... Fuck, I'll give it to you baby, I'll give it to you so good.'' San begins to pick up his pace, thrusting into you faster and rougher each time. You could feel yourself slowly fall apart, breathing becoming ragged as he slams into your cunt, groaning your name. His hands are over your ass, gripping it tight as you clench on his cock. ''Daddy, daddy!'' you cried out. ''Oh? You like that huh? Is this finally enough for the little rich girl? Is she finally satisfied?''

''Oh my fucking God, fuck me, fuck me harder!'' you cry out, trying to grasp the countertop, but it's too slippery. You have no choice but to let him abuse your pussy as you lay there moaning his name. ''I'm gonna fuck you so good that that little young pussy of yours will remember the shape of my cock and nothing, fucking nothing will feel as good as I do, is that clear?'' You whine in response but it is not enough for San.

''Am I fucking clear? You're my little fucktoy now, yeah? You'll be a good little girl, letting me fuck your pussy, hm? Speak.'' ''Yes, Y-Yes! Yes I'm your fucktoy, just use me, just fill me up, fill my pussy, please daddy, fill me up nicely, please I want it, I need it!'' you moan out, feeling yourself get close to climaxing again.

''Yes baby, God I'll fuck you nice and full, you'll carry that cum for me won't you? You're so good to me, such a good little pussy for me to fuck.'' He thrusts into you a few more times before he's groaning in your ear and stuffing you full with his hot cum. He thrusts again and sends you over the edge, body trembling with pleasure.

San rides out your orgasm and you moan and whine. He pulls his cock out and watches your pussy clench around nothing. San smirks and places a few kisses on your shoulder. ''What a good little girl can do, hm?''

''I-I can do so much more, daddy, I can, please I want more,'' you begged. San cocked an eyebrow as he took his tie off. ''Well let's go then.''

⋆ ★

San wasted no time in getting you to your bedroom and stripping you and himself naked. His arms were big and muscular, just as his chest. His pecs and abs were strong and prominent. To die for.

You were seated on the floor, your wrists bound together with his tie. San's cock was hard and stood proudly against his pelvis. Your mouth watered at the sight of the thick veins running over the shaft and the head glistening with pre-cum. His balls big and heavy and waiting to release in your mouth again.

"Open up, Y/N," he breathed, cock in his hand as he tapped you on the lips with it. You opened your mouth and let him enter. He slid it in slowly and nearly completely. You could feel your pussy clench around nothing as you slowly bobbed your head up and down his shaft.

His hand held your hair back in a perfect ponytail and soon enough he pulled it, making you moan around his member. "That's a good little girl. Love daddy's cock, don't you? Bet you've never had a cock like this before? So big...So thick," he smirked. You moaned again and moved your head faster.

You pulled off his cock to breathe, panting loudly. A few strings of saliva mixed with pre-cum attached your lips and the tip of his cock. Before he could say anything you hungrily took his thick balls into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it and sucking on the sack.

''Oh my fucking God,'' he moaned out, ''Baby you don't know what you're doing to me.'' You moaned, wanting to use your hands on him too but they were still tied behind your back.

''Baby I won't last like this, you're gonna make me cum.''

A mischievous smile played on your lips and you took his cock back into your mouth. Seconds later his hips bucked forward and he spurted his cum into your mouth, coming with a loud groan.

''God, you're insane,'' he panted as he watched you swallow his load and lick your lips. ''In the best possible way, daddy.'' ''I should get the kitchen cleaned up,'' he sighed. ''Why don't I help you with that and as a reward I'll let you fuck me again after?'' ''Sounds like a deal, babygirl,'' he smirked.

[justforfunfic]

Drinks & Dates Pt 2

Summary: Using the prompts “Can you come get me?” and “You’re not really dating him” 

You’ve recently broken up with your boyfriend but he doesn’t get the message. Maybe fake dating his coworker will finally make him realize that you're really over? That is, if your friend doesn’t get to him first. 

Pairing: Sandor Clegane x reader

Genre: Modern AU

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: none A/N: Meryn is not the creep he is in the books/show but he is what he’s always been: a loser. Also sorry if this feels rushed.

Part 2

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You’re not proud to admit it, but you’ve been back to Jeff’s twice since the night out with Rosa. You told yourself (and Rosa) that it was because you like the atmosphere, which was partially true, but with no one to share it with, you found it rather awkward. You really went with the hope to see Sandor again.

After holding Rosa’s hair back in the bathroom and then tucking her in on your couch, you pondered about how you knew Sandor. You had heard Meryn talk about him before and he didn’t like him. You thought back to those heated rants, now adding the face to the name.

“He's such a dick!”  Meryn yelled, slamming the fridge door after grabbing a beer. You had gone over to his flat on a Friday afternoon, hoping to finish a paper before seeing a movie later.

“Are you listening to me?” He asked accusingly when he heard the clicking of keys. 

“Mhm,” You hummed back, “I’m just working on my last paragraph and then I’ll be done.”

Meryn huffed, and you asked, “Who was this again?”

“Clegane, which you’d know if you paid attention,” He said.

“Which one?” 

He glared at you before answering. “Sandor!”

“And you’re mad because he won’t work with you?” You furiously hit the backspace key.

“He thinks he’s too good to work with me! The Lannister’s hired the both of us for a reason,” Meryn was getting red in the face. It was difficult enough for veterans to find jobs, but when Tywin Lannister, one of the richests men in the country, offered him a job as a bodyguard for his oldest grandson, he jumped at it. It paid extremely well and soon became the only thing Meryn talked about, but you had lost interest in hearing about the grandson of a powerful politician two weeks after he started. You thought the conversations about Jeoffry were dwindling, but they were replaced with rants about his coworker, Sandor Clegane.

“We’re both supposed to accompany Jeoffry, but he refuses to let me go anywhere with them. How am I supposed to do my job if he blocks me at every step?”

You submitted your paper and realized he was waiting for a response. “I don’t know.”

“That’s because I can’t!”

“Well,” You said calmly as you closed your laptop, “Didn’t the Lanister’s hire you to be there when one of the Cleganes isn’t?”

Meryn glared at you. You weren’t wrong. Joffrey was a demanding teenager to say the least, and while Gegor or Sandor Clegane were with him during the day, Joffrey often sent them out on errands or other tasks. Joffrey’s mother Cersi insisted on hiring someone else to pick up the slack— Meryn. He remained by Jeoffry’s side while the Clegane brothers were away. So even though Sandor and Meryn worked together, they didn’t work together. Meryn didn’t like this technicality.

“That’s not the point! We’re scheduled at the same time, so there’s a lot of overlap. He shouldn’t have a problem with me being there.”

“Maybe he thinks you’re trying to take his job,” You offered.

“I am!” He yelled and you gave him a look as if to say ‘well there you go then.’ “It’s not my fault he isn’t always available.”

“People are allowed to have free time.” Meryn wasn’t having any of your logic and huffed.

You couldn’t think of anything to say about the matter. You didn’t know why Clegane didn’t like him and you didn’t know why it was so important to Meryn for him to like him, especially if he wanted his job.

You changed the subject, “I’m done with my paper if you’re ready to go.”

“Let me finish my beer and I’ll be ready.”

That was the memory that stood out most. There were others, but they often included other people and you couldn’t remember anything about Sandor specifically other than a general hatred. You reviewed the argument in your head again on the way to Jeff’s for the third time in three weeks.

It was the first Saturday you hadn’t had plans with Rosa. She had plans with some of her coworkers, which was an unexpected relief. You would have invited her to go with you out of obligation, but she had a habit of acting differently around men and it wasn’t uncommon for her to throw you under the bus if it meant getting a number. It wasn’t as bad as it sounded. You didn’t usually didn’t know the guy too well but at the same time you never got the chance. It didn’t normally bother you, but the thought of her flirting with Sandor made your stomach drop. 

It was almost ten and Jeff’s was busier than you expected. Maybe because it wasn’t a weekday or nearly 2am saturday night/sunday morning. People poured in and out of the door as you squeezed in. It was loud inside with the laughter of old friends, the shouting of drink orders to the bartenders, and the band playing off to one side. You squeezed your way to the bar, glancing for Sandor on the way while trying not to step on anyone. 

He wasn’t there, a familiar disappointment settling in your chest. You waited for the bartender to look at you to order a drink, too sober to decide what to do next. You didn’t feel like drinking alone but you also didn’t want to go through the trouble of making small talk as you finished your drink or ordered more to wait for Sandor. 

You finally caught the attention of the bartender, leaning on the bar and shouting  your drink order over the dozens of other people trying to flag her down. As you leaned back, you accidentally elbowed the man next to you. You begin to apologize, but he laughed and waved you off. He had already had a few beers and it showed.

“It’s my fault,” he said. “ I didn’t see you there.”

You laughed and half faked a smile, trying not to stare at his eye patch. 

The man on the other side of him gave him a slap on the shoulder and they shook hands as he departed into the sea of people, leaving you and the man with one eye. As the other man left, the smile on his face dropped and he sighed.

“Not a fan?” You asked

“Wouldn’t leave quick enough.” This was your chance to kill time.

“I’m guessing you’re not friends then?”

He scoffed but his merry returned. “Complete strangers actually.” He glanced around. “I don’t know how you feel about the Lannisters, but I don't like them.”

“Neither do I.” No one did, or at least since Joffrey began his reign of terror a few years ago. It was sickening how much he got away with because of his family’s money. A few months ago, there was a peaceful protest for the ongoing war, one which the Lannisters were funding, and Joffery had kicked one of the protesters who spat on the ground in front of him. Chaos and violence ensued with the Lannisters “defending” their helpless Joffrey and people defending themselves from police and the Lannister’s bodyguards. It wasn’t Jeofferys latest scandal and much to the public’s suffering, it wouldn’t be the last. “Not that I go around talking about it.” It was unwise to do so.

The man laughed. “Normally, I don't either. Until Lannister apologists come prancing around spending Lannister money.”

You smiled, it wasn’t a pleasant conversation topic and you didn’t have any real opinions on it other than a general dislike but it was better than drinking alone. The one-eyed man continued his drunken rant and you listened intently, nodding encouragement to him. You were halfway through your third drink with no end in sight. The conversation drifted but always came back to the Lannisters— their money, their influence, their corruption. 

He began on another tangent when your eyes cut to the man he was speaking with before, who unknowingly started this conversation by bragging about the work he did for that awful family. He was finishing what was probably his fifth or six beer surrounded by a group of men laughing and yelling at each other. On one side you could see a mess of dark brown hair and a shirt that looked too familiar. With the turn of his head, your stomach dropped. It was Meryn. You looked away quickly, scared he would feel your eyes on him. 

You tried to focus on the one-eyed man’s words and tried not to think of your ex a few tables away. It was no use, the only thing you could hear was your pounding heart in your ears.

“— and that’s why I’ll never believe a word out of Jamie Lannister's mouth, or anyone who works under him. They’re all liars. Can’t trust ‘em, not a single one.” 

You forced a smile but before you could respond, someone else spoke up in a loud gruff voice. “Not a single one.”

You looked over the man’s shoulder to see who you’d been hoping to see for the past three weeks. Sandor. 

People squeezed out of his way as he got closer to the bar. You didn’t realize how massive he was when he was sitting at the bar a few Saturdays ago but now that he was standing, he had to be the largest man in the room. He wore dark clothes and part of his hair was combed over the burned side of his face. When Sandor reached the bar, the bartender was already placing a dark beer on the counter for him. 

The one-eyed man laughed again. “Not a single one,” he repeated, “They’re all dogs.”

Sandor didn’t smile, but his demeanor was relaxed and you realized that they must be friends.

“Am I wrong?”

Sandor shook his head. “No. Especially not after Joffery’s date with Margery.”

The man raised his eyebrows but before he could ask, Sandor shook his head again. Their date had been covered by multiple media outlets and all over your instagram feed. “I didn’t come here to listen to you complain about the Lannisters, Beric. Everyone knows you don’t like them.”

“Neither do you,” The one-eyed man, Beric, pointed out. It seemed that it was a common argument between the two. 

Rather than indulge his friend’s rant, Sandor looked at you, noticing you for the first time. You desperately raked your brain for something to say but between your nerves and Meryn’s presence, your mind was frustratingly blank. He opened his mouth slightly but closed it again.

“Do you two know each other?” Beric asked. You didn't miss the raised eyebrow he gave Sandor.

“Um, yes,” You said a little too quickly. “Well sort of.”

Beric raised an eyebrow.

“We briefly met a few weeks ago,” you said steadily. 

“She’s Meryn Trant’s girlfriend,” Sandor said.

You were quick to correct. “Ex-girlfriend.” 

“Oh,” Beric said, “so all that rambling about the Lannisters—”

“— I completely agree with. It’s hard to like them with their political policies and impossible when you find out what goes on behind closed doors.”

“Trant told you?” Sandor asked, crushing any hope Beric had of you telling him.

“Yes,” you said cautiously. His tone was serious. “Should he not have?”

“No.”

“Oh,” was all you could think to say. “I didn’t know that I wasn’t supposed to know.”

“It’s in his contract.”

You nodded and before you forced yourself to think of something else to talk to Sandor about, Beric cut in. “What happened?”

It took you a moment to realize he was talking about your former relationship and not the Lannisters.

“We realized we weren’t right for eachother,” You said with a thin smile. As much as you wanted to tell your new friend about the woes of your relationship with Meryn, this wasn’t the time or place. Sandor raised an eyebrow at your response and how you nervously avoided eye contact and knew there was more that you weren’t sharing. He hated working with Trant. He couldn’t imagine what it was like to date him.

Soon the Lannisters were abandoned in favor of the new girlfriend of Beric’s close friend. You paid enough attention and laughed when appropriate, but it wasn’t until Beric mentioned a dog that your eyes brightened.

“You have a dog?” you asked Sandor as Beric excused himself to go to the bathroom.

“Stranger,” he replied, the most interested you’d seen him in a conversation yet, “He’s a hound. A great big one.”

“I had a greyhound when I was little. His name was Sarge. He was so large, or maybe I was just so young, that I had fully convinced myself that he was the largest dog to exist and borderline the size of a horse.”

Sandor’s eyes lit up and you could’ve sworn he was smiling a little. “A horse?”

“I was, like, four, okay?”

He nodded, "What color?”

“Brindle. I wish I had a picture.” There was one in your room somewhere. “What about Stranger?”

“He’s black. I got him at the shelter on Fourth.”

“That’s where my friend Rosa got her cat!” You said enthusiastically and a bit too loudly. You clung to your empty glass and smiled.

“She’s the girl you were with a few weeks ago?”

Your smile became strained as you nodded, immediately regretting bringing her up. Before a thousand thoughts and memories of Rosa came crashing down on your confidence, Sandor, upon noticing the ice melting in your glass, drained his own drink and offered to get another round. You hastily accept, pushing Rosa out of your mind.

After a few moments waiting in the crowd, the bartender made eye contact with Sandor and nodded in your direction while pouring a drink. Sandor leaned across from you, put his hand on the bartop for balance. You blushed at the proximity and tried to look anywhere but his face

Your gaze wandered as you studied the faces of everyone else in the bar but the one that was right in front of you. Until your eyes landed on the one person you were hoping wouldn’t notice you. Meryn was staring directly at you. You froze. You could see the gears turning in his head and see how he saw you: with Sandor’s arm around you as he ordered another round of drinks for you. You could hear the thought in his head. She’s with him. 

You watched the shock turn to hurt and the hurt turn to anger. And then you looked away. You didn’t want to see what he was thinking anymore. You turned your attention to Sandor, a mistake in hindsight.

“What did you order?”

“Whatever you had before.” You wished he’d say more to distract you from your borderline violent ex. Surely he wouldn’t make a scene with Sandor here. He was his coworker and almost a head taller than him. 

“Sorry about Beric,” Sandor said, back to facing you.

“What about him?”

“He doesn’t know when to shut up when he’s drunk. Or sober for that matter.”

“I don’t mind.” Rosa’s the same way, you wanted to add, but instead you said, “I’m used to it, and frankly I enjoy listening to him.”

“That makes one of us.”

“Why do you go out drinking with him if you don’t like him?”

“He’s not so bad.” You almost missed Sandor’s eyes crinkling and realized that must be his way of smiling. “He can be a bit insensitive about some things. Doesn’t mean anything by it though.”

Was he talking about the Lannisters or Meryn? Part of you wished it was your ex so that you could tell Sandor about him to avoid Meryn causing a scene. The other part of you hoped he wasn’t talking about Meryn so that you could keep pretending that he didn’t exist. Unfortunately, Meryn wasn’t going to let the latter be an option.

“I’m not bothered by it. I’m glad I didn’t have to drink alone.”

“I’m glad too,” Sandor said, looking over at the bar. He had already finished his beer. “I don’t have to endure his blabbering alone.”

You laughed. He looked at you with a half-smile and was about to say something else when you caught a movement in your peripheral vision. Before you had time to register what was happening, Meryn was already there.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, Clegane?” Meryan spat.

“Drinking,” Sandor replied, disinterested. Any walls that had been lowered during the last few hours were up again in seconds.

“No shit. What are you doing with my girl?”

Sandor looked at you, staring wide-eyed with shock and embarrassment, and back to Trant.

“I thought you two had broken up.”

“Doesn’t matter. She’s mine.”

“Not anymore apparently,” Beirc said, appearing from the crowd and ready to give Meryn the fight he was craving. You could only stare. Everything was happening so fast and yet moved in slow motion.

“Fuck off, old man” said the Lannister apologist from earlier.

“How could you do this to me?” Meryn threw the question at you. His brows knit together with anger. “How could you see another man behind my back?”

All eyes in the building were on you. Your face burned. Mortified was the only word to describe how you felt. “We’re not together anymore.” Your voice came out shaky.

“So you decide to fuck my coworker?” His face was red, but something in you snapped.

“You cheated on me.” Finding a small bit of courage, you added, “It doesn’t matter who I’m with now because you cheated on me.”

Sandor’s eyes widened. He should’ve been ashamed, but Meryn dug his heels in. “You thought I cheated. And now you’re fucking my coworker.”

“She left, Trant. Get over it.” You thought Sandor would add that you weren’t seeing each other, but instead she stood to his full height and took a step toward your ex. That was all it took for the manager to step in.

“That’s enough! Pay your tabs and get out!” Terry yelled. He turned to Sandor and Beric and in a quieter but no less threatening tone said, “Sit down or I’ll kick you out too.”

“Not until you answer me,” Meryn hissed at you, his friends egging him on. Even if you wanted to tell him why he was dumped in further detail, Terry didn’t give you the time. He waved to his left and a large man came out of the kitchen.

Meryn couldn’t decide what insults to hurl at you, so he used any and all that came to mind, ranging from bitch to slut to sloppy seconds but that last one was also directed toward Sandor as he was dragged out by security.

Some patrons watched the door as if they were expecting Meryn to barge back in, but others got back to talking and drinking. You were still processing what had just unfolded.

“I’m so sorry,” you stammered. Beric laughed.

“Don’t be. I take great joy in watching Lannister men getting what they deserve.”

“A fraction of what they deserve in Trant’s case,” Sandor mumbled. You couldn’t read his face, but it didn’t matter. Their words didn’t make you feel any better. You excused yourself to the bathroom.

“Poor girl. I feel bad for laughing. That must’ve been hard for her.” Beric said.

Sandor nodded. “At least she doesn’t have to work with him.”

“That’s true.”

“He thinks I’m dating her.” Sandor thought of all the disgusting things Trant would say and the rumors he would spread. They wouldn’t mean much to him, but he still didn’t want to deal with it. 

“Maybe that’s not such a bad idea,” Beric said, nudging his friend’s arm.

[doordaash]

as promised :3

fengqing bodyguard/royalty au‼️ PART 1

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prince mu qing, stuck in an arranged marriage

ask anything else of him & he would gladly do it for his mother, the queen & his people

but this? he’s torn between his duty & his heart

because he’s actually in love with his bodyguard

his bodyguard, feng xin, who’s been by his side for years

his mother had no idea he had fallen for the gifted archer she had assigned to him when they were just 13, after his father had been assassinated

how could she have? he never told her..

he hadn’t even told feng xin….

yet the karma of keeping his mouth sealed so tight seems to have caught up to him

because here he was - standing next to his mother, as she explains how now that he’s 18, he’s of marrying age

he nearly lets out a small gasp, but masks it, as he realizes what she’s implying

“mama….surely you don’t mean….” he hopes his voice doesn’t actually sound as strained as he thinks it does

“qing’er….I’m sorry…..the court has my hands tied here…they demand you marry…..to produce an heir…”

“mama?” mu qings eyes widened, his composure finally cracking. he whips his head towards her, finding her head tilted forwards, a common posture she took when hiding her face

“i know, I’m sorry qing’er….they’re having candidates come to meet you as soon as possible….”

his mother didn’t raise her head to meet his eyes, as if ashamed.

his hands trembled as they curled into fists

“but i—”

he stopped himself, biting his tongue

he couldn’t tell her about his love for feng xin

yes, his mother was a caring woman, a caring queen, basically his best friend - if he was being honest

he loved her greatly…

yet, what if she found out her son had fallen for someone most consider palace staff

HE sure as hell didn’t think of feng xin as just some random staff member hired to protect him

no, he was mu qings closest friend & confidante, even if mu qing didn’t act like it at times

mu qings mother loved him & respected him greatly, always listening intently to what feng xin had to say, always making sure he was fed & had the warmest clothing for the colder nights

…yet would that change if she discovered mu qing loved him?

would she kick feng xin out?

he told himself no, his mother would never do something as cruel as that, not to anyone - but especially not to feng xin

but what if she did? what if she blamed feng xin for ruining mu qings shot at what she hoped would be a happy marriage with a complete stranger

no, he couldn’t tell her.

he bit his lip, bending slightly in a bow, before all but stomping away from his mother & towards his chambers

he had half a mind to let the doors behind him slam, but he knew it wasn’t his mothers fault - and he refused to disrespect her like that. it was that stupid courts fault after all, & their bullshit about heirs

he shut the doors behind him slowly, before turning towards the hallway & coming face to face with feng xin - whom as usual, was waiting for him

“oh. hey.” he nods, cringing at the way his voice cracks

“what’s wrong? did something happen? are you hurt?” feng xin springs into action, noticing the littlest change in mu qings usual attitude & tone

he frantically looks over mu qing, simultaneously touching him as little as possible - since he “wasn’t allowed to touch royalty” (his words, not mu qings)

once feng xin decided mu qing was not in any immediate danger nor sported any wounds, he came back to stand before him

“the hells up with you?” he asks, eyebrow raised

mu qing sighed, pulling his arms around himself before swiftly walking ahead

“h-hey! your highness!” feng xin shouts, running after him to catch up

once beside him again, feng xin bends his head slightly to match mu qings height so that when mu qing turns, they’re making direct eye contact

“what.”

“what’s wrong? what happened?” feng xin asks again

“nothing, don’t worry about it” mu qing huffs, picking up speed in order to get out of the air that smells faintly of feng xin

“it is quite literally my job to worry about you, come onnnnn, tell meeeee!”

his eyes roll “if i tell you im safe, & moms safe will you drop it?”

“no, but thanks for trying!” feng xin smiles

mu qings heart beats three times faster & he feels his face heat up

gods…feng xins smile had always had an embarrassing effect on him

it always tore down his walls & made him feel warm & safe & trusting

damn you feng xin

he sighed, eyes flicking to feng xins smiling face once more before darting to the hallway ahead

“i have to….im……mama said….”

he bit his lip, pulling his arms impossibly closer in on himself

if he said it out loud, it would be too real

he looked to feng xin once more, seeking the bravery that the archer always radiated

feng xin nodded, gesturing for him to go on

with a deep breath, he rushed out “i’m getting married”

then, seeing the door to his chambers, he sped up even more, wanting to hide away forever

h-HUH?”

he could hear feng xins heavy footsteps race after him

he was so close to his chambers, so close….

he moved to pull open the door…..yet it was slammed shut, feng xins palm flat against it as he cornered mu qing

“married?! you’re getting married?!”

~to be continued~

(being posted on twitter in thread form first, if you’d like to follow along there!)

[neonravengames]

All the information and lore you’ve been sharing building up the anticipation and I can’t wait for your IF. It’s seems extremely interesting, courtly intrigue is my fav type of IF so this is definitely right up my alley. 👍🏼✨

About MC being a bastard. Was it always the King and Jeyra intention for people to have the assumption that MC was an illegitimate prince/princess/princep ? Or was the King just like “I wish MC was actually mine so I’ll let people think what they will” since he is in love with Jeyra ?

Also you said Jeyra is gay, does she currently have a lover ? Is MCs other parent female (idk if magical pregnancy is a thing in your IF) ?

Random but is Jeyra nobility ? If so why would MC need to be Ts personal guard when they can be heir of their house ?

Thank you! I’m going to just say it’s going to be mid right now lol I’d rather folks didn’t get disappointed.

For your questions…

Jeyra is not noble. Her parents were farmers in the northern reach, and she and her brother Julian came to the capital to do more with their lives. Her sister lives there and runs the farm with her family, but the MC has never met her. However, only the royal heirs have official protectors. Noble houses can and do hire bodyguards for their children, but it’s not quite the same level of fame and importance as being trusted with ‘the future of the kingdom’ and all that. It’s a good job with steady pay and a roof over your head. Still, nobles are also… well, hard to deal with usually, plus they’re not likely to hire just anyone off the street (I’m not planning to write a short story in this world with this plot 👀), and usually young hedge knights are the ones who fill the job until they want to leave.

Being a bastard is a tricky spot to be in. If Jeyra were not in her position, other commoners would not welcome them with open arms. Most would be rude, but only if they knew. Now, you might ask why Jeyra wouldn’t just skip town with baby MC, then? The answer is spoilers, but suffice it to say Jeyra can’t go far, and with MCs peculiarities being in the capital and having Jeyra’s position’s protection and resources is the best place right now.

So, for the King, no one has said for or against. To say either is to entertain the possibility that the King could be unfaithful. Similarly, having everyone think that MC is his child offers them a little protection, and he knows this. Despite everything, he loves Jeyra even if she doesn’t reciprocate that specific brand of love (she considers him like a brother and her closest friend), and so, while no direct plot has been made, he does what he can. To be fair, Jeyra hasn’t really helped put the rumors to bed (not her fault, it's just Jeyra has a hard time communicating in court speak); her answer to ‘Where’s MCs other parent?’ Is ‘Not here.’. That’s a perfectly reasonable answer to her, but couriers love to gossip.

Any two (or multiple or single) people can have a child through magical means. That’s all I’ll say. ✨

[dragon-kazansky]

Something Worth Protecting

Iceman x Dragon

Bodyguard AU

Dragon's popularity has grown tremendously, and as she takes off on tour, a security team has been hired to see it through. Leading that team is Tom Kazansky. He's the best in the business. He is here to do a job, but for the first time in his career, feelings are involved. He can't get too involved or he'll lose his job. Yet, ignoring what he desires is harder than it looks.

[Masterlist]

[Previous Chapter] - [Next Chapter]

Chapter Eight - Knight for a night

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Jade hurries through the hospital and to the room she was directed to. When the call came in she was nearly home. She had never been so scared in her life. Jade demanded Ron take her to the hospital they were being taken to.

Her heart was in her throat when she heard it was a car accident. Of all people, in all places, on all nights. It had to be Rachael, tonight. Jade felt sick.

She doesn't waste any time in knocking, she goes straight into the room with Ron hot on her heels.

What she sees is not quite what she expected.

Rachael was sitting up with her hands planted on the edge of the bed either side of her. She was kicking her feet gently. Tom was standing in front of her, one of his hands placed gently on her head keeping her hair away from her wound. Whatever he had said before she entered the room had Rachael laughing.

Both of them turn to Jade.

"You're okay!"

Rachael smiles and gently brushes Tom away to hug her friend.

"I'm okay!" She assures.

Jade cries into her shoulder. Rachael holds her tight. She knew Jade would be worried sick about her.

"I'm sorry for worrying you."

Jade shakes her head quickly. "Don't be silly! It wasn't your fault. I'm just glad you're okay!"

Rachael bites her bottom lip as she looks at her friend.

"Someone drove into our car."

"I heard. Who was it? What were they even doing! They could have killed you!"

Rachael looks down.

"What is it?" Jade asks.

"It was Jake that drove into us."

"Jake? Jake Seresin?" Rachael nods. "Are you sure?"

"Tom said he recognised the driver, but didn't know his name. He told me where he had seen him and it could have only been one person. I saw Jake one morning at the hotel we were at. He hadn't seen me, but I for sure saw him."

Jade takes Rachael's hands into her own.

"I'll look into it. In the meantime, we will cancel the next few shows. We will refund everyone and get this sorted. We need to keep you safe."

"Are you grounding me?" Rachael asks.

"Yes."

Rachael smiles softly. "Okay. What do you want me to do?"

"Stay in your hotel. Don't go anywhere alone. I need you safe. If the accident is Hermes doing, then I need you safe."

Rachael smiles softly at Jade.

"Okay."

Jade turns to Tom.

"Stay with her. Look after her. Don't let go anywhere alone."

Tom nods.

"Can I take Kerner with me? I don't trust that I'm completely safe either. If he wants to get to my Dragon, then he might come after me too."

Tom glances at Ron with a smile.

"He's all yours."

A nurse comes in and checks Rachael again. Tom places his hand back in her hair so the nurse can see the wound once more.

Jade looks at the pair of them.

She smiles.

Jade doesn't say anything as she leaves the room with her own bodyguard in tow. She feels confident that Rachael will be okay with Tom.

The nurse let's Rachael go and Tom offers her his jacket as they leave the hospital. She takes it and wraps it around her.

"I'll have to call my bosses for a new car. In the meantime, I'll call us a cab."

"Can we walk?"

"It's raining..." Tom points out.

"I want to walk."

Tom says nothing as he casually wraps an arm around her and leads her out into the rain. Rachael keeps her head ducked down, her arms hidden under the jacket. She doesn't care is she gets soaked.

Tom doesn't seem to mind either.

The two walk through the rain soaked streets toward the hotel. It's not a short walk, but neither one of them say anything as they enter the lobby. Tom goes to the desk and checks them in.

Rachael shivers by the elevators. Now that they are out of the rain, the cold is getting to her.

Tom comes back with her room key and takes Rachael up. The ride up is quiet. Rachael leans into his side a little, seeking what little warmth he is giving. He wraps his arm back around her and lets her fall into his side. He opens the door to her room and allows her to go in first. He follows behind, closing the door behind him.

Rachael puts his soaking jacket around the back of a hair and then disappears into the bathroom. Tom decides to make her a hot drink while he waits. He hears the shower turn on and focuses on making sure she will be comfortable when she comes out.

He adjusts the pillows on the bed, makes sure her case of clothes is near by for her, and makes sure to text Jade they arrived safely to the hotel.

The shower soon turns off and Tom turns toward the window, knowing she didn't take any clothes into the bathroom with her.

Rachael steps out in only a towel. She looks at Tom sheepishly. The fact that he's looking away makes her heart flutter. He's doing it out of respect. Rachael grabs her case and pulls out her pyjamas. She clutches them to her chest as she looks at Tom.

"Are you going to stay in here with me tonight?" She asks.

"If you want me to. I can always stay outside by your door."

She shakes her head, but of course he's still not looking at her, probably expecting her to get changed.

"Tom?"

"Yes?"

"I want you to stay in here."

"Okay."

She bites at her lip.

"Tom?"

"Yes?"

Rachael decides to walk around the bed slowly and make her way over to him. He sees her moving closer in the corner of his eye. He can't resist any more and turns his head toward her.

The pyjamas sit neatly at the end of the bed as she clutches the towel close to her body. She's standing so close he can smell the shampoo she used in her hair. He swallows the lump in his throat.

"Tom..."

He reaches out with one hand and lightly brushes her hair away from her shoulder. His fingers brush along her warm and wet skin.

Her eyes close as he leans in closer. His lips touch hers so lightly at first, she thought perhaps this was a dream. His arms wrap around her and pull her in. He deepens the kiss and she has to grab his shirt to remember this is real.

She was kissing him!

He parts his lips from her and rests his forehead against hers. He smiles.

"Get dressed," he says.

"Huh?"

"Get dressed for bed. I'm going to shower and then I'll join you."

Rachael's face feels warm as she smiles at him. "Okay."

Rachael let's go of him and smiles as she steps back. Tom smiles just as brightly at her. He kisses her forehead as he passes her, disappearing into the bathroom.

She feels giddy. Never has she felt like this before. The way he touched her, the feel of his lips on hers, the smile he gave her. She was hopelessly in love with him. No doubt about it. There was no other explanation.

She changes into her pyjamas and climbs into bed. She sits up and waits for him, a smile on her face.

When the water shuts off, her eyes linger on the bathroom door. Soon, it opens. Tom enters the room with a towel around his shoulders, and one around his waist. His suit is in his arms.

"You don't have to wait for me," he says, smiling at her.

"I want to."

He chuckles softly and puts his suit down on the chair, joining his jacket which remains wet from the rain.

"I don't have any spare clothes with me," he states. Normally he will be in guard duty, and then swap put with someone to go change and eat.

"That's okay," Rachael says, softly.

Tom drops the towel from around his shoulders and approaches the empty side of the bed. Rachael follows him with her eyes. He stands there, watching.

"What?" She asks.

He smiles.

"You're beautiful."

Rachael bows her head down with a shy smile. Her heart was racing. Everything he says feels so right and wonderful.

Tom climbs into bed. Her heart jumps.

There is only a towel on him.

He gets himself comfortable and looks at her, resting in his side. Gently, he reaches out to her. She melts immediately. Rachael leans into him and allows him to wrap his arms around her.

He kisses the top other head.

"I'm going to keep you safe," he whispers.

She places her hand on his chest, her fingers brushing against the hair there. She has never willingly been this close to a man before. Not like this.

"I know."

Tom ducks his head down and claims her lips again. Kissing her felt so natural, he never wanted to stop.

Rachael lifts her head so she can look at him.

"I don't think I can sleep. Not after tonight."

It's late, and though he knows they should definitely get some sleep, he won't make her do anything she doesn't want to.

"Then we can lie here like this."

Tom lays down and brings Rachael with him. He keeps his arms around her as she places her head on his chest. She can hear his heart beating in his chest and she smiles. His is racing too.

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@bayisdying - @mrsjaderogers - @breadsquash - @cycbaby - @callmemana - @askmarinaandothers - @starlit-epiphany - @callsignscupcake - @ladylanera - @mysticaldeanvoidhorse - @gracespicybradshaw - @logibearhockey1 -

[unproduciblesmackdown]

right i keep forgetting: speculated another layer in lackadaisy murder mystery

so my premises being:

atlas, mordecai, mitzi being in on atlas's death, which was somehow necessitated &/or inevitable. such that mordecai was the one who shot/killed atlas, which everyone was also in on, so that there'd be maximal control over the situation. mordecai would do it, because it was made part of his job, ordered by atlas. see: mordecai banging on about how he just deals with his approach to Work & Professional Business & The Job, which is obviously already relevant to being the effective professional assassin who everyone keeps going "aren't you here b/c you're having so much fun? why aren't you having fun. what a weirdo" at, but gains even more relevance if he's also a resident of coping city over killing atlas, even at atlas's behest.

mitzi and mordecai now having the best relationship ever where they keep this secret and also never talk to each other after mordecai goes fuck it i quit this specific operation. both of them being aware of the material, transactional aspects of their relationships with atlas, who wanted this wife and this talented hire, but there also being emotional aspects, at least mostly on their ends. suspecting that atlas, as this central, opportunist figure, had feelings as well but was always centrally opportunist regarding his relationships with them, and regarding anything else, and much more detached from them than they were towards him. and they're both probably aware of that, in no small part, And Yet. the emotions still matter hugely or what are we doing here, with characters, in a narrative? these two, who aren't really so dissimilar, being locked into this "ugh. only you understand my experience here" connection lmfao the tragic widow of this mf where the marriage presumably wasn't this epic love story, and yet, and the gayass bodyguard/hitman from out of nowhere whom nobody likes because he's just so particular and uncharming hmm but who is also effectively brought into things on atlas's arm, parallel to mitzi going from showgirl to glamorous wife....competitiveness between them? unbelievable. by which i mean "believable" and through which there can still be this begrudging recognition of the self, or, at least, begrudging recognition of the [atlas's preferred party] status that means being motivated by him says you put up with them, and now, recognition of the shared understanding in this shared secret involvement in atlas's death.

just preemptively i guess like "mordecai said he's trying to find out who killed atlas" he didn't, that's only one way to read between the lines; "he quit lackadaisy to go investigate them regarding atlas's death" he didn't & he does say that there was no overt reason to suspect any involvement Until Now, like a day & a half ago in the timeline lol; "he would not kill atlas b/c he was loyal to him" yeah, unless he Would b/c he was loyal to him, that is, because atlas told him he had to

anyways so i of course have no idea what mitzi specifically could've gotten up to such that she and mordecai think she had a key role in atlas's death, that was her fault, but wasn't her directly killing him or anything. though we do see already how she won't abandon the hope for better via lackadaisy, and won't cut her losses, she can put it back together....but what could she have pursued when atlas was still alive, that confers some blame onto her? idk. but it's not something that mordecai Really harbors this vengeful grudge over, so he knows enough about it And has some kind of understanding about it....and/or just doesn't choose to pursue a grudge over a dead man. whom he shot & killed btw! is my firm theory. even though he didn't want to, of course. but that might help him sympathize with mitzi / her sympathize with him, here lol....part or all of this is understood to be her fault, even if of course she wouldn't have chosen that outcome, while it's also understood that mordecai carried out killing atlas, even if of course he wouldn't have chosen that outcome: maybe enough of a balance there

so my One More Layer to add on, that does feel necessary (b/c mordecai sure IS investigating something very motivatedly rn, & marigold's mysterious goings on do seem to be connected to the murder mystery that'd apparently otherwise been in stasis before that fateful brunch like one day into the timeline) is simply that atlas had more involvement in whatever led to his death than mordecai or mitzi know about. i'm sure it's plausible that in this one last Event, atlas was totally fine leaving them more in the dark about things, if that preserved his ego or was otherwise somehow more Advantageous, perhaps simply convenient, even if it leaves them with less info and more blame. like, it's sure possible there's some kind of Reveal that's all heartwarming like reassurance that aww atlas really cared....i just always presume he's essentially shitty & is this central force of peak Opportunism in the middle of this mystery, fine to benefit from mitzi's and/or mordecai's emotional investment without being beholden to genuine reciprocation on that front

sure wondering who runs marigold, since it's not asa, night manager, little more than a messenger in these matters. sure wondering if this is all about some feds going "and this time we mean it" with investigations like hey hey stop with this economy we don't have formally organized access to, which seems bolstered by the pilot emphasizing that element as a reason to "tie up loose ends," and by mordecai seeming to have found this thread where the comic's tying up of loose ends / sizable thorn in marigold's side subplot (sidenote about his own "thorn" nickname thrust upon him lol....presumably about him being Thorny, but it sure seems like he's now a problem for marigold, with his conflicting motivations stirred up: Now looking into things surrounding atlas's death, beyond who pulled the trigger (since i think that was him) more so, who might know that he did, what does asa/marigold Know just in general about the whole situation)....sure thinking that whoever runs the place is Very secretive about it, like, even if mordecai and/or mitzi know who it is at all, why is communication all so indirect & [as little info as possible] if not to insulate/protect this highest up person? e.g. mordecai's tasked with doing all this dirty work, but if he was the one being interrogated, he couldn't say why, even if he wanted to....and he'd like to know, as being left this in the dark did bother him enough to ask asa about it, even before the fateful brunch.

sure thinking about how if the head of marigold is prioritizing this kind of minimizing of risk, even at expenses like the employee morale of your top [killing you] agents (see also: the savoys not assuming that their working with mordecai Now will go on indefinitely, whether because he breaks with marigold, or they do, they sure don't specify, while they do say that they're both parties who'll turn on partners simply over "business" (though it wasn't Just Business for mordecai re: lackadaisy, as he bristles over)) and how really ultimately Everyone Else is a liability, vulnerability, risk....sure wondering if, say, what asa had to warn atlas about had to do with the head of marigold simply starting to rethink the alliance, now that they'd cleared out all other competition, if they thought they could keep that monopoly without lackadaisy, and perhaps also if they were seeing all of lackadaisy as this possible loose end already, all of lackadaisy's vulnerability potentially transferring over to marigold....so planning to benefit by killing atlas, presuming this would get rid of lackadaisy altogether. just also not planning to be open about it, when instead other ambiguous/unknown rival parties could be presumed the killers, or mitzi, to inherit things. maybe it was such a done deal that atlas simply decided he'd rather at least have more control over it (have his own guy kill him instead) and whether he thought this might be better than, say, retiring, and/or if he thought this afforded lackadaisy the best chance of surviving....difficult to suppose how the Opportunist guy would pursue plans for his own death, kind of the opposite of any opportunity, but maybe if he truly thought it was inevitable, and was wanting to try to ensure this legacy that he thought could preserve some status, preserve some of the resources he'd built up, preserve his ego / sense of success....

the kinda summary here being just that maybe marigold did have this role in atlas's death, as vaguely described above lol, but for some reason atlas told mitzi and mordecai it had more to do with some situation that they now both think gives mitzi more Culpability than she had....like, speaking of "it's possible atlas also has feelings lol / any sentimentality here too" maybe he figured that their really not knowing the full/real story could protect them from marigold? since they're not happy with whatever story they know now, but they're not particularly endangered for it, to the degree that they apparently could've never discussed it with each other again without issue. atlas just Always looking for further opportunity and pursuing it without much discretion sure could get him killed, sure could have him seen as too risky an associate for marigold, instead a liability to be gotten rid of if marigold then thought they wouldn't then be worse off (which, they're now not, the only big game in town). and it's similar to mitzi now having less discretion/restraint in pursuing any opportunity, because of how few options they have, and rocky similarly as well, as this potential atlas esque figure who just has no similar veneer/demeanor/style about anything lol, and of course is also scrounging for resources to hold things together day to day.

just sure is the case that mitzi and mordecai do not seem to have The Full Story, despite that they do seem to be the only ones who know the full story of how atlas died, as a specific, isolated event lol (atlas planning & ordering it, mordecai shoots him (with the gun atlas first gave him on the train!! compare the illustrated dramatic silhouettes!! the dramatic resonance of it all), mitzi knows this, they all know that they all know)....and wondering if atlas didn't somehow Use Them a bit more in the end than they realized, though i also hardly think they Only have the rosiest view of atlas....a capacity here to learn Whatever about his death, and be disappointed, but not surprised. or, as i've talked myself around to thinking about, which is a demonstration of putting thoughts into writing as another layer of thinking through things: maybe it Was atlas sentimental mode after all, realizing how dangerous the head of marigold is about getting rid of these loose ends, making up some alternate story about why his death is inevitable that puts more blame on mitzi (somehow. doesn't seem to have been a Complete fabrication, or how/why would either of them be believing it?) which is unfortunate, as well as the unhelpful rumors about her killing him, but it still protects everyone from Knowing about marigold's involvement, and having suspicion towards this party (the mystery head of marigold) who is now willing to kill him, this powerful, valuable, reliable ally, to get rid of someone who could simply Know Too Much, give too much info away, in the course of having this independent but connected operation. mordecai's already in hot water for having suspected something's up with marigold's prior assumed noninvolvement in atlas's death & it's been like a day (we don't Know this, but he's taking major risks & deviating from what he Should be doing, professionally....and i do think the next thing that was going to happen is the savoys busting in like hey lol what tf's going on here. and i don't think they'd race to Tell On Him (though i do think serafine kills gracie just sight barely seen) and i figure he'd be pushed into committing to more of an alliance with them, since now they all know he's already secretly going afoul of marigold at all, asking these questions & whatall. and i think the savoys would also be interested in the answers. like, why not)

[anyathefandom]

To Those Fortunate Enough Chapter 28:

@burned-lariat

Sonny: Brando…" the man sighed, slowly opening his eyes. He blinked a few times, looking around the room as best he could before seeing his cousin seated to his right. Brando's smile was a mix of sadness and relief, his hands on his thighs, "What…happened?"

"I found you, Frank, and Michael all laying in the fire. You guys were shot: Michael in the stomach, Frank in the shoulder, and you in the leg."

Me:

Wallace really said fuck around and find out 😂

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," Brando nodded slightly, "I mean, I was a little shaken up when I saw you three, and it was hard to breathe with all the smoke, but I'm fine."

"I hope that…Sasha and your mom know that too…""They do," the younger man chuckled, "Just got off the phone with them."

Me: My brasha heart 😭 I miss them🥺 fuck heather Webber fr fr!

Sonny: Unfortunately. Thanks to that rat bastard, my stock is gone, my son and I are hurt, my premier bodyguard is out of commission."

Wallace walking away from causing significant damage:

Deputy Mayor…" Dante sighed as Eileen Ashby walked his way, an officer by her side, "What brings you by?"

"I came by to see how our police force was doing. I understand you all have been going through some…changes."

"Yeah, we have. Are you behind it?"

"I may or may not have made some…decisions about the PCPD. I have it on good authority that some officers and detectives here aren’t doing the kind of work that’s expected of them. As such, we trimmed the fat and fired the underperformers.”

“And that included me?” Dante asked, “Who’s your ‘authority?’”

“Me.”

Me:

I'm so glad her bitch ass is dead in canon😌

It took everything in Dante not to react to Victor's smirk. The old man strolled into the main lobby, two of his own goons close behind, "Detective Falconeri, lovely to see you."

Me:

You convinced the deputy mayor to fire me?”

“Not just you. Plenty of employees here aren’t good at their job. I just opened the deputy mayor’s eyes to who those employees are.”

Me: I...he ain't wrong.🥴 Like Dante is legit the only who I would let keep his job though.

Okay but the way Victor is moving is really what should've happened in canon instead of that man just talking about uniting the family for 2 and half years.🙈

Victor to Dante: Wallace is a criminal and deserves to pay for his misdeeds. Don't tell me you're being selective about lawbreakers."

Me:

Like Victor really loves being ironic.

Michael: "I'd rather talk to my family: my mom, my sister, my girlfriend and our son. And even then, I have nothing to say to him."

Me: Damn well Krissy, Dante, Avery, and Donna said fuck you then 🖕🖕

Brando to Michael: "You hired a mob mole to take your father down and you think you don't owe him an apology for that?"

"Dex was not just a mole-"

Me: Wow Brando really doesn't understand that Dex is so much more to Michael 🌝

Sidenote: My Mex agenda is still going strong.😂

It’s not just about Nina!”

“That’s a lie! You two had no problems until Sonny cheated on your mom with her-”

“Enough, Brando! Enough! You want me to call Sonny and make up with him? Fine!” Michael shouted, hastily grabbing his cell phone and dialing Sonny’s number, “Hopefully this gets you off my back about it. If I pop a stitch because of this, it’s your fault.”

Me: Mans really ain't gonna admit that his feelings of hurt is because his parents aren't together anymore.🥴

Sonny really went off that man and basically said "You're a bitch who did a punk bitch thing so screw your half assed apology " and I cackled.😂

[darthzero22]

One mission together

Crosshair x Neutral Reader 

Of the squad, you were the best suited to pose as a civilian, in the right clothes and not in armor. Your task was simple: walk into a bar, plug a device into the nearest computer and walk out with the information. Despite being simple, you would have someone watching your back and that was Crosshair.

Warning: mention of nudity.

Just now, while Tech was finishing calibrating the device you would use to collect the data, you were in your room putting on your civilian clothes. Crosshair was waiting for you outside, with his arms crossed and his back against the wall of the ship. He was going to go as usual: with his armor, rifle and helmet.

“Come on, Y/N. Are you going to be long? You're going to a bar, not a dance” he said while playing with his toothpick between his fingers, and then putting it back in his mouth.  

“If I were going to a dance, I wouldn’t take you as a partner, Cross” you said, joking.

“You wish you could take me as a partner. I would only go out of obligation, not for pleasure”

“I know that. You're not the kind of guy who likes to dance”

“And you realized it now. Impressive” he said with sarcasm.

“If you only knew”

The door to your room opens and Crosshair finally notices you in civilian clothes. You didn't look like a soldier, much less a Republic agent.

“So, how do I look?”

Crosshair was going to open his mouth, but somehow you could tell what he was going to say, most likely a joke, and so you raise your hand as a gesture for him not to speak.

“Wait. Forget it. I don't want to know”

“Hmmm. As you wish. If you screw up, it'll be your fault for not asking for a simple opinion”

“Oh, right. Were you going to give me an opinion?”

Crosshair smirks and that was answer enough for you.

“I knew it… Let's just go do the mission, shall we, Cross?”

“I've been waiting for you for over ten minutes. You took your time, your highness. And you look the same as always”

You tap him on the shoulder, in a friendly manner, and walk to where Tech was, which was at the front of the ship.

“So, Tech, is the device ready?”

“Yes. You know what to do. Once you're inside the bar, be as discreet as possible and find the nearest computer. According to the report, there are three computers, but the cameras are watching them all the time. I will deactivate the cameras for a few minutes and you have to get the information in that time, understand? Hunter and Wrecker reported that the guards are gone, so that will make your job easier. And Crosshair will be watching you all the time, making your job even easier. It's a one-minute job, you get in and you get out”

“Fine, fine. No pressure, huh? I would feel safer carrying a gun”

“It's preferable for you to be unarmed so people will think Crosshair is your bodyguard”

“We are good at inspiring confidence, really”

“I don't need confidence, I have my rifle” Crosshair said.

“It's not a good idea for you to use it, Crosshair. Well, you'd better not waste any more time. Keep in touch via the communicator” Tech said.

With the hacking device in hand, you and Crosshair exit the ship. He puts on his helmet and you put the device in your inside pocket, since you didn't plan to put it in a back pocket. You walked through the streets of the city normally, without arousing suspicion, but you became a little nervous as soon as you passed by the guards.

“Relax, Y/N. You are tense” Crosshair said to you, walking beside you.

“That's easy to say, but you know I'm not good at this stealth thing”

“What are you worried about? There's no way you're going to get hurt. I won't allow it”

“I knew I had hired a good bodyguard"

“I'd have to charge you next time”

“I don't have any money, you know?”

“Who said anything about money?”

“You idiot" you smile. 

Finally they arrived at the bar, it was an acceptable and decent joint compared to others you saw. You entered without a problem, no one suspected you, and as Tech said you could see three computers. Crosshair enters after you and steps back a bit so he can keep an eye on everything, keep an eye on you.

“I'm in, Tech” you inform him through your communicator.

“Deactivating cameras... now. Go ahead, Y/N” he said.

You went to the nearest computer, without arousing suspicions, and slyly connected the device to it. Once inside the system, you start searching for the necessary information, with Tech's help. Crosshair looked around, so far there seemed to be no problems.

“Done! Information received.  You may now return to the ship” Tech said.

You take the device out of the computer, put it slyly in your pocket and turn around. You walked out of the bar and seconds later Crosshair walks out.

“That was easy” you said.

Suddenly you hear an alarm, you didn't know if it was something caused by you, but you couldn't risk it. You walk until you find an alley, and entered there so that the guards would not see you.

“Tech, we have a problem!” you informed.

“The systems triggered the alarm. Don't worry, I'll deactivate it in a few moments, but stay away from the guards. They are going that way”

“Excellent. This happens because you opened your mouth too soon, Y/N”, Crosshair said with sarcasm.

You peek out from the alley and notice that at the end of the street there were guards approaching. You quickly lean your back against the wall and realize that there was no method of escape without being seen.

“Any ideas?”

“Not to be seen”

“Really, Cross? You're not even thinking!”

“You ask a dumb question and I give you a dumb answer. Relax, Y/N. I have a better idea”

“Well, that's something. Which is…?”

Crosshair removes his helmet and kisses you on the mouth, pressing you further against the alley wall. You reciprocate the kiss, resting your hands on his shoulders, and thankfully were ignored by the guards as they passed. Although he had said it was an idea, you got the feeling that he wanted to kiss you because he couldn't stand it anymore, so the kiss lasted longer than expected. What brings you back to reality was the communicator, but even with that you didn't separate and continued kissing for a few more moments, you caressing his face.  

Since you couldn't ignore the communicator much longer, you break away from the kiss and you clear your throat to turn it on.

“You can now return to the ship without any problems, but make it quick” Tech said.

“We are on our way” you said.

After turning off your communicator, you look at Crosshair and he was smiling in a swaggering manner.

“Cross, was that kiss an idea or did you just want to kiss me?”

“Hmmm. Both. I'm not complaining about the result, you blushed” he smiles again, with the toothpick between his teeth.

“I told you you're a bastard, didn't I? I've lost count"

“You are so charming, Y/N” he takes the toothpick out of his mouth and throws it mockingly in your face. 

Before Crosshair put on his helmet, you give him a little kiss on the mouth and then give him another one on the nose. That made him wrinkle his nose, which brought a smile and a slight chuckle from you.

“Let's go back to the ship. We already made the others worry too much" you said. 

“As if I care about that" he puts on his helmet. 

You returned to the ship and the first thing you did was to go to your room to take off your civilian clothes and put on your regular clothes. As you finish getting dressed, you hear the door to your room open and watch Crosshair just walk in, without asking your permission or anything.

“No, no. Go ahead, I don't mind you coming in without asking my permission, Cross" you said with sarcasm. 

“Please, Y/N, I've already seen you naked”

“I know! But someone could have walked by and seen me. You don't want that, do you?”

“Good point, too bad I didn't get here sooner to see you without clothes”

“Now I'm not going to give you the satisfaction"

“Yeah, I probably deserve it" 

Crosshair sits on a metal box and begins checking his rifle. It was often the case, since you were together, that he would rather be in your room than anywhere else on the ship. Technically it became his room too, but he wouldn't admit it.

“So, did Tech analyze the data?”

“The usual: location of a separatist base, one that the Republic will not want to destroy and they send a superior group, us, to take care of it because the regs are useless"

“Yes, the usual. Although I would omit "useless regs"”

“Why? It’s the true. Try sending a group of regs to do a mission like we do. They wouldn't last three minutes, and I'm being optimistic" 

"You were always this charming and gentle, Cross” you said with sarcasm.

“Did you have any doubts?”

You approach him, who was still sitting on the metal box cleaning his rifle, and you gently grab his chin to force him to look at you.

“Someday you'll get beat up for badmouthing a reg, and it will probably be from another reg"

“They can barely shoot, and you think they'll hit?”

“I do not know. I don't want to see your handsome and grumpy face with a black eye”

“Ha. I'd like to see them trying to do something to me”

“Cross”

“Fine. I will be careful, for you” he sigh. “And I'm the killjoy”

“You are actually the main reason I fight every day”

You smile and lean toward Crosshair to kiss him. He reciprocates the kiss and before you know it, he forces you to sit on his legs, after placing his rifle aside. You continue kissing in that position, you resting your hands on his shoulders, and he hugging your waist. 

You were about to say something after the kiss, but you feel Crosshair move his mouth, gently caressing your neck with his lips.

“Now will you give me that satisfaction?” he asked, with a smile. 

“You'll have to try harder, Cross” you said, smiling too. 

“It won't be a problem”

“I doubt it”

Again you kiss and now you caress his face while he caresses your back.

[annadier]

Domniţă {Part 3}

Summary: The Winter Soldier was hired to protect you, guard you, risk his life for you. You are important. Your family is important. You become intrigued by the blue-eyed stoic man who stands by your side, and something brews between the two of you. Set during the Cold War. Winter Soldier!Bucky Pairing: Bucky x Reader Word count: 1178

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“Are you okay?” He asked you. It felt strange to hear his voice muffled by the mask he wore. You almost did not reply. Then you looked into his eyes, steel blue, and saw real emotion in them. Concern. Fear. To think once upon a time you had theorised that he was a robot with how reserved he normally is.

“Yeah.” The word left your mouth infused with shakiness. You tried to calm down your heart, but it was still racing from the attack. He noticed. Of course, he did. He walked over to you, carefully kneeling to pick you up. Your back ached from being pushed into the ground. The cry you let out when he lifted you off the ground told him as much.

“Can you walk?” He asked you. You barely heard him, focusing on the three men on the ground unmoving. “Y/N!” He said a bit more emphatically, grabbing your attention.

You snapped your head back to him, looking at him. Concern. Fear. Worry. “Can you walk?” He asked again. Slowly, you nodded a ‘yes’ and let him hesitantly lower you.

Instinctively, you rubbed your wrists where they had grabbed you tightly. It stung. You let out a hiss without realising and The Soldier was onto you instantly. He grabbed your hands, inspecting them carefully. Fear was gone from his eyes now. Anger replaced it. Anger. Concern. Worry. You caught him glance over at the thugs. “I’m fine.” You said softly. “Just bruised.”

He didn’t say anything to you now. He simply stepped back to call your father, talking in hushed muffled tones, informing him of your safety and that the situation had been dealt with. You focused on the thugs, taking careful steps around them, just out of reach if one miraculously woke up.

The call was made. More men arrived and took the thugs away. “Are they dead?” You asked him.

There were people around. You honestly were not expecting a response, that was not his normal. You had no idea why you had asked him in the first place, but you were in shock, you would later argue with yourself. And yet... he replied. “No. Your father will want to question them.” He said it so bitterly, as if he had wanted to kill them. That scared you.

Logically, you knew that a bodyguard’s job is to protect you. That involves killing people. He had literally killed to protect you the first time you had ever met him. And yet. This time, his desire to kill felt less like a professional obligation. He drove you back home, taking someone’s car. You were not sure whose but it had to have belonged to your father’s men. The drive was silent, the only sound that registered was when the hum of the engine cut abruptly as he got out to open your door. He never spoke unless spoken to, and you had nothing to say. This was your own fault. You had sneaked out without anyone. You knew it could have been dangerous – and oh Lord, how it was! – everything about this was on you.

“I’m sorry.”

Two words broke the silence as you walked to your room. You did not say anything. So, he must have. But why would he be apologising? You stared at him in confusion. This time, he didn’t stand outside the door, like a dutiful statue. He walked right in with you, closed the door and sat beside you.

“I should have been there. That was my job.” He sounded pained and mournful. It hurt you to think that this was probably the most human you had seen him look in two years. Whoever he truly was, It was beginning to peak through. "I'm sorry."

“No, no.” You denied. “I ran outside. I knew what I was doing.” No you did not! You argued with yourself. If you knew what you were doing, you would not have needed to be saved by him!

“I should have noticed sooner. I should have been there to protect you!” His voice raised, almost in panic. A thought filled your mind: what would have happened if he had not arrived when he did?

Tears welled up in your eyes. How could you have been so foolish? “We’re they going to kill me?” You asked him in a voice that could barely constitute as a whisper. Your lip trembled. He pulled you close. He did not answer your question. He did not know what they had planned for you, but he wished he could have killed them all the same.

He let you lie across his lap, and cry silently to let the fear out. He shushed you when you blamed yourself, he run his hands through your hair until you calmed down. Not for the first time, you we’re grateful he was there.

He watched you slowly ease into drowsiness as the adrenaline and fear faded away. He moved to stand up and lay you back in your bed but from where you were sitting now that he gently pushed you off of him, you grabbed onto his hand before he became out of reach.

“Stay?” You asked in a small voice. “I don’t want to be alone. Please?” He looked at the door with a concerned look. “I’ll say I needed you here to feel safe. I do, really. Please? Just…just tonight?”

“Okay.” He nodded without hesitancy. And really how could he deny that? Keeping you safe was his job, that was his mission.

You climbed under the covers and insisted he join you There was some hesitancy now. He insisted sitting on a chair next to you, What would happen if your father came in? Fear climbed back up your throat. Father. Thugs. You could have died? What if you had died, and this was a dream, a last minute of peace before the great beyond? He did not need to hear your thoughts to read you like an open book. When tears began to well, he gave in.

His body was warm. There was space on your large bed, but you found yourself drawn towards him. It was nice, but every time you closed your eyes, all you could see was the brutality of tonight. “Can you hold me?” You weren’t sure if he heard you, or if you had even really said it out loud but his arms wrapped around you, holding you close to his chest. It was almost like he needed the reassurance of your life. It was in this warmth that you finally found enough comfort to fall asleep. When you woke up the next morning, he was standing dutifully outside the door with his hands clasped behind his back. You barely missed the slight smile that peaked as you walked passed him before he drew his mask back up.

You would never know this, but that night, the Soldier had never slept. He forced himself awake incase a new threat came into the room while you were vulnerable - either enemies or your father.

Part 4

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[lubdubsworld]

Insatiable ( Jungkook x OC) Chapter 2

Pairing : Jeon Jungkook x OC

Rating 18+

Genre : Vampire Au!!!! , DILF! Jungkook ! Bodyguard AU! Babysitter OC!   Age difference!!! [ bet you’ve never seen all of this in one fic before? ]

[ Some notes : Born Vampires stop aging when they turn twenty five.  Turned vampires stop aging when they’re turned. ]

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

“You alright?” Somi asked gently, watching me fling  my backpack into the corner of the room with enough force to dislodge one of the wooden panels on the wall, the shelf crashing and bringing down the two potted plants on it. The sound of ceramic shattering made me wince, regret churning in my stomach. 

“Yeah...yeah. Oh, God. I’m so sorry, Somi.. I broke your pots-”

“Never mind the pots...why do you look so upset? Have you been crying?” She demanded , reaching for me, hands curling around my wrists and drawing me into a hug and I swallowed, my throat dry and eyes swollen from all the tears that I’d wrung out of them. 

Outside the room, Namjoon stood guard, at the door and I felt guilty remembering how the past three hours had gone. 

After confronting Jungkook, I’d stormed off in righteous indignation and poor Namjoon had been forced to follow. 

He had kept a discreet distance as I climbed to the tallest ridge on the roof, scaling the gables with ease and I knew he had been terrified at the prospect of me falling. 

Immortal or not a three hundred foot drop to the ground would be something that would hurt.

And it was my bodyguard’s job to make sure I did not get hurt. 

When he wasn’t busy fucking other women that is. 

I gripped my sister harder, fingers curling into the fir of her coat as I tried to catch my bearing. 

“Do you know Helena?” I whispered, pulling away to look at her. Somi’s face fell,eyes filling with sympathy.

“Oh, no. Was she here?” She asked gently, reaching out and cupping my cheeks and my lips wobbled. 

“Why didn’t you warn me that he was in a relationship?” my voice shook and Somi shook her head. 

“He’s not!! God, Helena doesn’t do relationships. Jungkook and her.... well, I’m not sure but they’re just fuck buddies..... barely that. You know she’s from the Kim clan right? Those bloodsuckers never settle for one partner. “ She muttered. 

I stared at her.

“He called me a child and then told me he’ll tell dad if i try to make a move on him.” I whispered. 

Somi flinched.

“Sera....”

“It was humiliating and painful and I don’t ever want to think about it, ever again.” I muttered. 

She sighed. 

“It’s not like you don’t have men dying for a glance from you, Sera. You forget that you’re literally the most beautiful woman in the clan. If he rejects you, you’re definitely not the one missing out in that equation.” 

I nodded, misery seeping into me. My sob-fest on the roof hadn’t been wasted. I was angry at first but now, a sort of resigned acceptance had taken the place of my anger. 

 The look on Jungkook’s face had been too real, the emotion behind his rejection too potent for me to get over. I wasn’t sure I could change his mind.

Wasn’t even sure if I wanted to. 

“Was he very hurtful ? You know, if you tell dad, he’ll hire someone else and-”

“No.” I said immediately. “ I won’t do that. It’s not his fault, it’s minge. I acted out like a...well a child to be honest. He doesn’t owe me anything and he’s always been obvious in his disinterest. I was just too blinded my own attraction to consider that it wasn’t reciprocated.” I grimaced. 

God, I’d been an idiot and Jungkook’s words had knocked some good sense into my head. But I did care for him and his son and they needed this job. I wouldn’t put his job in jeopardy just because I didn’t get my way. 

I was better than that.

“Alright... Dad wanted to meet you for breakfast tomorrow.... He sounded serious. Do you know what that’s about?”

I groaned, when I remembered the reason my dad wanted to see me these days. 

“Dad wants me to start meeting men now. He thinks I’m old enough now that i’ve turned 21. He’s been badgering me for a whole entire month but I kept putting him off because of...well, because of Jungkook.” I admitted. 

Somi looked worried.

“You want to ? If you don’t we can talk to dad and-”

“No-” I shook my head.” I’m just gonna agree.” 

Somi looked surprised.

“Are you sure? Sera you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to-”

I smiled weakly. 

“I’m not going to be allowed to stay single forever Somi. Especially not when the entirety of dad’s day is spent trying to chase suitors away from the door. Do you know the Count from Jeju Do...dude’s a whole seven centuries old and he looks like a toad. He apparently tried to ask about me and Dad’s been freaking out.  “ I shuddered. 

Somi laughed.

“ That’s what you get for being you. But dad’s right. Keeping you away from everyone is only inviting more interest. And we don’t want you to be with someone insufferable.” She ruffled my hair and I hugged her again sighing into her shoulders.

No I didn’t want to be with someone who just saw me as some kind of a possession to be owned. I wanted someone nice and kind. A handsome man who did the right thing .  Someone who maybe, worked hard to give his kid a safe and protected life, someone who didn’t shun away from hard work and was a gentleman as well. 

Someone like-

“Someone other than Jungkook.” Somi said gently reading my mind. 

“I really liked him.” I whispered softly, feeling tears spring again. 

God, I thought I was all out of tears for Jeon Jung Kook but apparently I was wrong. 

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I took extra care with my makeup the next morning, because my father usually had a ton of business meetings during his breakfast. I didn’t usually bother but , I was going to agree to his suggestions today and well, nothing wrong in delighting my father. And nothing made him happier than seeing me prance about  with pretty feminine clothes . 

My dad, for all his jovial cheerful air, loved his position as the head of the Hwang clan. And as his most prized possession , I was the apple of his eye. And while he didn’t treat me as an object or anything ( my dad loved me deeply and his affection was always evident. ) , there was no mistaking the fact that my dad enjoyed the power that came with being my guardian. Powerful men were willing to bend to his will, just for a chance to be with me. 

I sound insufferable, don’t I?

Trust me I’m not. 

The vampires that court me are usually assholes. Entitled, brain dead assholes .  When I opened the door in the morning, dressed in a short summer dress and ready to meet my dad, I was surprised to see Jungkook standing guard outside. He straightened away from the wall where he was fiddling with his phone, his gaze flitting to me, eyes cold and blank. 

I bowed lightly, not smiling.

“Mr. Jeon. I have a breakfast date with my father and then I’ll be heading to the cottage. I’m also meeting a friend of mine at the Art Museum in the evening so i’ll need the Mercedes brought around to pick me up maybe at 5.00PM.” I said briskly, glancing at him. 

My face flamed red when I noticed his gaze, fixed steadily on my ass. I cleared my throat angrily and his eyes met mine, a slow lazy grin playing around his mouth. 

“You look different.” He commented , shamelessly giving me another once over. 

The nerve. 

I swallowed, willing myself not to blush harder.

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.” 

He chuckled.

“That dress barely covers your butt, angel. You sure you want to head to daddy dearest, dressed like that?” The way he said daddy made my skin heat up. 

I felt my jaw come unhinged. 

“That’s...that is none of your damn business.” I said shrilly.

He gave me another once over.

“Okay, then. If that’s what you’re into...fine. Let’s go.” 

Gritting my teeth, i tried to keep my face neutral. I would not give him the satisfaction of knowing that he got to me. I would not. 

I walked ahead of him , my fists clenched and my jaw tight and I felt incredibly upset because the day had barely begun and I was already wound tight. I was supposed to be relaxed and clear headed while talking to my father but Jeon Jungkook had muddled my brains as usual. 

I took deep breaths, trying to calm myself down. 

“Sera, wait.” His voice made me pause and I stopped, turning around to glare at him.

“What?” I snapped. 

He sighed, deeply. I watched as he ran his hands through his hair, tongue pressing into his cheek the way it did when he was upset. 

“About last night-”

I felt my pulse quicken. 

“I don’t wanna talk about it!” I said quickly, turning back around to leave but his fingers came around my arm, gripping hard . 

“Well tough luck. Because I do!” He said sharply. 

I whimpered, pain blooming up my arm and he swore, loosening his grip.

“I keep forgetting you’re human.” He muttered, “ I’m sorry... I just... I wanted to apologize for how i handled things last night. I was twenty once and I should have been more understanding.”

I closed my eyes. Oh, God no. Please, please for the love of God, let me hate you in peace. Don’t apologize and make me fall in love all over again.

“Its fine.” I choked out. “ You were right. I was out of line.”

“You deserve better.” He said quickly, eyes flitting away from my face and I felt a sharp pang in my heart. God , this was agonizing. 

“Jungkook-”

“It’s just that you’re...well you know who you are. You can’t be with ...someone like me and trust me you don’t want to be with someone like me either. I know its appealing, the whole illusion of stability. older man, has a kid, has his life together .....but that’s not all it means .” He gave me a tired smile.

I bit my lips, ot replying and he went on. 

 “ I have baggage, a shit ton of it and I would have to be especially cruel to unload something like that on a girl barely out of her teens. I’ve done shit I’m not proud of ,....but ruining your life, I’m gonna draw the line there.” He smiled , looking a whole decade younger and I closed my eyes.

I was back to square one, I thought miserably. He had my whole heart. 

“ So we’re good right?” He prompted and I exhaled, giving him a smile.

“We’re good.”

“That’s good. Because my son loves you and I would rather we be friends. You’re just like a daughter to me. ” He touched my face gently, pulling away at once, the small contact leaving fire in its wake and I had to clench my fists . 

A daughter?!! Is he out of his damned mind? 

“Okay.” 

“Let’s go then.”

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“Jungkook, please sit down. You’re like my son and I don’t want you hovering like you’re part of the backdrop. I’ve trusted you with my entire life.” My father beamed, pointing at me and i laughed. 

Jungkook bowed respectfully, taking the chair next to me. 

“How are you , my buttercup?” My father asked softly, fingers gripping mine and I smiled.

“I’m well, father. Do you like my dress?” 

Next to me Jungkook coughed and I shot him a dirty look. 

“It looks ravishing on you. The prettiest flower in my estate is my daughter, do you agree Jungkook?” My father prompted and I swallowed the smirk that threatened. 

Poor Jungkook was going to learn that being my bodyguard meant singing my praises twenty four seven or at least anytime my father was in hearing distance. 

“Uh..” Jungkook’s eyes flitted between the two of us, “ Yes sir. Your daughter is quite lovely.” 

I beamed at him and he looked away quickly. 

Coward. 

Turning back to my dad I held my hand out. 

“DAd, you wanted to see me about something?”

“Yes dearest. You know the Kim clan’s matriarch has been after me. Three of her great great great grandsons have come of age recently. And all three of them are set to take over some very lucrative businesses. They are good men and apparently they’re quite smitten with you. They say you know of them from school?”

I sighed.

“Do you know their names?” I prompted.

“Mingyu, Minjae and Yugyeom.” My father said briskly. 

 Ugh.

 “ They’ve asked me out before, yes.” 

“Uh..Excuse me.. Could I get a refill?” Jungkook said quietly next to me and i turned, watching him wave to one of the footmen. 

“Jungkook, are you thirsty?” My father asked brightly. 

An idea formed in my head, wicked and dangerous. 

“Perhaps, he should get a taste of the Hwang Elixir?” I said innocently. 

My father’s gaze snapped to mine. 

A small frown made its way to his face. 

“Are you sure? I’m not sure if Jungkook would be comfortable-”

I turned to him, purposely flipping my long hair off my shoulders exposing my throat . Jungkook’s eyes went to the curve of my neck at once and i felt a sick sort of triumph when his eyes flashed red.

“Oh, no no...” I crooned, leaning in closer. “ I’m sure you aren’t uncomfortable , are you Jungkook ssi? After all, I am just like a daughter to you , aren’t I?” I stared right at him, fluttering my lashes and I saw his jaw clench. 

“Of course, Ms. Hwang.” He said briskly, glaring at me. I played with the small gold chain around my neck, letting my fingers flutter over my pulse , drawing his gaze there.

“Well, that is true ...” My father looked uncertain, but I gave him a gentle nod and a smile. 

“Well, as a special guest, I suppose you can enjoy our hospitality , Jeon. Why don’t you take a drink from -”

I moved closer, pressing up against him and Jungkook sighed, lips closing over my neck, and I felt my eyes flutter shut at the wet warmth of his mouth . 

It was intoxicating, the way he used one hand to grip my neck gently, the other on my waist to steady me and when his fangs pierced through, I could sense the warm liquid flood his mouth and Jungkook’s entire body relaxed, a strangled moan escaping him. 

“---my daughter’s wrist.” My father finished and I felt Jungkook stiffen next to me. 

This time I couldn’t stop the grin that bloomed on my face. 

My eyes dropped to his lap and yup, his pants definitely looked a tad tighter. 

“Did I do good, Mr Jeon? Or should I call you daddy? ” I whispered quietly , fluttering my lashes at him and his fangs retracted and he pulled away from me, shoving me back into my own chair quickly. 

My father was slightly slack jawed. 

“I’m sorry, Mr. Hwang. “ Jungkook muttered and I laughed.

“I do believe it is I whom you should be apologizing to. It is  my  neck you just mauled. ” I smiled brightly staring at Jungkook and if looks could kill, I would have a thousand wooden stakes through my heart right about now. ‘

Take that Mr. Jeon. 

Daughter, my ass. 

“My apologies , Sera.” He said stiffly. 

My father laughed raucously.

“Ahh, you must be used to the neck, my dear boy. understandable understandable. it is how we used to do it in the old days, after all . These younglings with all their etiquette and feminism and what not....it’s hard to keep up..... But now you must tell me? Is my daughter not the sweetest you’ve ever had?” 

I choked, coughing. Oh God, sometimes my 900 year old father had no idea how he sounded. 

Jungkook looked like he had swallowed a lemon. 

“She’s certainly ...” He stopped, probably realizing that any adjective at the end of that sentence would sound entirely wrong. 

“Delicious?” I prompted, blinking innocently and Jungkook shot me another glare. 

“Well, nevermind nevermind. .... So, tell me dearest, will you be willing to meet the Kim boys?”

I sighed.

“I like Yugyeom. I cannot stand Minjae. I don’t know enough about Mingyu to make any judgement. How about I meet Mingyu and if I don’t hit it off with him, I will allow Yugyeom to court me....” I said softly.

I glanced at Jungkook but he was studiously looking away. 

“Very well my dear. Do you have any plans today?”

“I’m meeting a friend at the museum.”

My father’s eyes widened.

“Well isn’t that a wonderful coincidence. Mingyu's law firm is just a block away if I’m not mistaken. I’ll ask the boy to pick you up afterwards. Have dinner with him and you can tell me tonight of your choice.” My father smiled briskly.

“Yes, father.” 

“Jungkook..” My father prompted and the vampire glanced up.

“Yes, sir?”

“Take good care of her. At the restaurant, make sure you stay at hearing distance. “ 

“Yes sir.” Jungkook bowed and I groaned. 

In other words, let my father know if I behaved appropriately. 

i pouted and my father waggled his finger at me.

“No, no no.. Missy. I’m going to make sure you keep your end of the bargain . You need to give these men a proper chance before you reject them. “ 

I nodded.

“And you must ask Either Somi or Seolhyun to dress you. No jeans or one of those ridiculous gowns that make you look like a pastry.”

There was no mistaking the snort that came from my right and i glared at Jungkook before turning to my dad.

“Yes, father.” 

“Good, now run along the pair of you. “

I stood up, kissing my father fondly on his forehead.

“I love you.” I whispered. 

“You are my whole entire joy, dearest. “ He kissed my hand gently, eyes warm and soft.

As we left the room, Jungkook let out a sigh.

“I am never having a meal with you two again.” He ground out and I laughed. 

“Anything you say, daddy.” I grinned. 

Jungkook groaned. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

As luck would have it,  my friend cancelled . 

So at six the evening, I finished locking up the cottage as the last of the kids left, fumbling with the lock while a tired Joo Won napped in his father’s arms, head resting on Jungkook’s shoulders. I felt myself soften at the picture they made, Jungkook singing softly , fingers brushing his son’s hair back as he rocked him gently. 

“I’ll be a while... I needed to get ready. Why don’t you put him to bed? Who’s watching him tonight?”

“Hwasa and Moonbyul offered. I’ll drop you off in your room and head to the north wing. What time are you meeting the jerkwad?” He said casually.

I blinked rapidly, confused.

“I’m sorry... the jerkwad?” 

Jungkook shrugged.

“It’ just a fact. Most men are absolute jerks at twenty one.” He shrugged. 

i felt myself bristling on behalf of the unknown Mingyu.

“That is absolutely unfair. My brothers were incredibly kind and good.”

“To you perhaps. Because they don’t have to impress you. But men act differently when they’re trying to get between a woman’s thighs. They’re jerks when they want to get laid...” He grinned.

“Is that why you act like a jerk to me? ” I smiled evilly and he rolled his eyes.

“Oh, darling we both know I don’t have to act in any different way to get you into my bed . I just have to do this.” He smirked, curling his finger in a come hither gesture.  

I felt my pulse pound and I tried not to let his words get to my head. He was flirting , yes but it was a joke. He was joking with me because the very idea of being with me was a joke to him. 

And I couldn’t forget that. 

Rolling my eyes, I pulled on the lock a couple more times to make sure the door was well locked. 

“Shall we leave?” He prompted watching me wrestle the backpack onto my shoulders. I grunted under the weight. 

“Of course. Let’s go.” 

We walked in silence for a few seconds.

“So, how’s he doing? With stuff?” Jungkook asked gently and I felt warmth bloom in my chest. 

“He’s very advanced for his age Jungkook. You’ve done a wonderful job with him. He’s able to read and he has a beautiful l writing hand. He’s learned his multiplication tables all the way up to seven and he has the voice of an angel. Which I think he gets from you. ” I smiled, reaching out to brush the back of Joowon’s head. 

Jungkook smiled softly, the late evening sun painting his perfect features in a soft golden glow. 

“Your father was kind enough to support me the first few years when i had him. I didn’t trust anyone enough to leave him with them and well... i needed to put a roof over our head.” He sighed . 

I touched his arm, giving it a small squeeze.

“I understand. I’m glad you’re here. He’ll grow up well in our clan.   “

“And he has a lot of excellent men to look up to here...He needs a good role model, someone kind and amazing who can inspire him to be hardworking and fair. ” He smiled.

I bit my lips.

“I think he’s had that all along. ” I said quietly.

Jungkook’s breath caught for a second and the air between us changed. I licked my lips. 

“Jungkook you’re a good father. You know that right?” I said after a few more seconds of silence. 

He laughed.

“Am I really? I wonder.” 

“He loves you.” I breathed , “  You’re all he talks about.... Today, one of the other kids tried to say that his father was brave because he helped someone who was stuck in an elevator. you know what Joowon did? He listed some twenty different incidents where you’ve helped people out....And he looked so proud.”

Jungkook’s ear looked red in the brightly lit garden. 

“i was just doing my job. Most of those times, I was in danger.” He grunted. 

“And yet, you did the right thing. “ I whispered. “ And your son was watching. And he’s learned the importance of doing the right thing even when you’re scared. That’s a life lesson that isn’t easy to learn.”

“Can’t disagree with that.” He chuckled. I grabbed his arm forcing him to stop. 

I had to tell him this. 

 “ Jungkook, when immortality is on the plate, people don’t give much value to morals. They don’t always care about doing the right thing.... . Its how our kind functions. Consequences don’t mean much when you have a whole eternity to fix your mistakes.....So I always admire vampires who value morals. “ I smiled, “ To see a five year old with such a well formed moral compass... it tells me that you’re an amazing father. Possibly the best I’ve ever met. “ I reached out, to hold his hand, wanting to touch him in some way, to make him believe that I was completely honest. 

“Sera!!!!!!” My sister’s voice made me jump and Jungkook stepped away as well. 

“Dad told me you’re going on a date? I’ve picked out an outfit for you!! But you need to take a shower! You cannot show up smelling like diapers and spit-up.” She called. 

I groaned. 

“Time for the ugly duckling to transform into a swan, I see?” He said gently. 

“Your son’s favorite fairytale.” I whispered.

“He makes me read it every night.” 

“I would like to sit in on that someday.” I laughed.

His eyes met mine. 

“You’re always welcome, Ms Hwang,” He smiled politely. “ Someday soon maybe your kids and my son would be friends.” 

And just like that the wall grew between us. 

His kids and my kids. 

Not our kids because he wasn’t for me. 

He would never be for me. 

I felt the sudden inexplicable urge to cry. 

Turning away, I began following my sister as she waved to me. . 

“I’ll be at your door at seven.” He called out behind me. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

[blouisparadise]

Upon request, here is a rec list of bottom Louis fics where Louis cries during sex. If you enjoy our rec lists, please take the time to like this post and especially to reblog it to help spread the word. Happy reading!

1) I Could Be Your China Doll | Explicit | 2138 words

"This is my punishment for you, my slut." Harry kisses Louis' inner thighs and Louis shivers at his boyfriend's touch. Harry moves out of the bed again but Louis can hear shuffling and he knows that Harry is getting something not so good. The noise stops as the footsteps of the older guy suddenly become too loud for his ears.

2) Lips Are Like The Galaxy’s Edge | Mature | 2360 words

Harry licks over Louis’ hole slowly, deliberately, and his tongue is like velvet and Louis’ skin is burning at every junction where Harry touches him and it’s all so good he thinks he might cry. He licks a few more times, moaning softly like he’s relishing the taste of Louis and that’s just, well, fuck.

3) Louder Louder | Explicit | 2931 words

There's really only one way to get Louis out of a mood this terrible, and Harry is prepared to sacrifice his entire evening if necessary.

4) Heaven In These Sheets | Explicit | 3557 words

Bunny Hybrid Louis has it out for his boyfriend’s phone.

5) As Clean As A Sinner Can Be | Not Rated | 3394 words

If you asked Harry, he would tell you it’s not his fault they were in this predicament. It’s not his fault that his hair is getting too long (it is, he’s too lazy and too stubborn to let Lou cut it). It’s not his fault that because said hair is too long he had to find some way of keeping it out of his eyes (gelling it back wasn’t his style and snapbacks more times than not bugged him). It’s not his fault that Zayn had ripped his shirt sleeve off of his favourite button down shirt and he couldn’t part with it (plus he had far too much time on his hands in between shows) so he fashioned a headband, or as others would call it a head scarf, and found that it really helped keep the hair out of his eyes. Nor is he at fault for the fact that he looked like a sex god every time he wore the damn thing and really it was all his fault at how turned on it made Louis.

6) When I Hear Your Cries, Praying For Life. (I Will Be There) | Explicit | 5623 words

Well, I figured we needed Larry birthday sex, soooo.....

7) Singing Your Praises | Explicit | 6226 words

Prompt 86: Louis rides Harry while wearing his packer’s jersey/sweater and gets his ass ate.

8) Sugar, With Just The Right Amount Of Spice. | Explicit | 6314 words

Harry’s old fashioned when it comes to sex, he loves being face to face with his partner, watching their reactions to everything Harry gives them. He never does anything else then fuck in missionary position. Louis loves his sex life with Harry - but he’s getting a bit bored with doing the same position, all he really wants is for Harry to be rough with him, take control and dominate him for once.

9) Give It Up To Me | Explicit | 8134 words

"You're going to end up making me come with all the boys in our lounge," he finished, his tone softening the longer he spoke.

"And?" Harry murmured, placing his palm over the crevice of Louis' arse, keeping the plug nice and tight inside of him. "What if I wanted you to?"

10) Making A Splash | Explicit | 9557 words

“You want this?” Harry muses, fisting his cock as he drags his hand lazily up his thick length. Louis eyes the motion and nods his head absentmindedly. “You want to show everyone at this beach how much of a slut you are for Daddy’s cock?”

“M‘your slut,” Louis immediately replies, inching closer, inching closer with his eyes glued on Harry’s glistening cock, precome shining under the sun as it dribbles out his slit.

Harry grins widely and stops the movement of his hand to grip himself at the base again, pushing Louis’ head down. “Show everyone how much of a slut you are.”

11) Place Your Head On My Beating Heart | Explicit | 10860 words

The AU where porn sensation Harry Styles takes his newbie to his place and gets him to come untouched twice before even fingering him and they may or may not fall in love at some point between second and third orgasms.

12) Know You Got That Thing (That I Like) | Explicit | 15798 words

In all the ways he thought about their reunion going, watching Louis finger himself open was not on the list.

13) Baby, Let Me Love You Goodbye | Explicit | 20249 words

Louis almost calls Harry daddy. Cue denial, feelings, and way too much dirty talk.

14) Middle Ground | Explicit | 23561 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

Harry moves to a new town for work where he meets the enigma that is Louis Tomlinson.

15) Give So Much (Not Enough) | Explicit | 24610 words

“For my little lion,” Louis slid the smoothie bowl in front of Oscar, letting him dig in with his little hands. “And for daddy.”

He didn’t process the bowl in front of him, the push across the table causing a raspberry to roll off and fall on his lap, because Louis calling himself mummy may make him feel all sorts of mushy emotions, but Louis addressing Harry as daddy was suddenly having a very different effect on him. Since when did Louis saying daddy out loud render him speechless?

“Daddy’s still sleepy, but we’re up bright and early right Ossie?” Louis’ cooing shook him out of his daze. The man coughed, picking the raspberry off his lap and swallowing it with unintentional, and very unnecessary, eye contact with Louis. “Well, is it better than your protein smoothies and why?”

 Harry chuckled, spooning another heap of the strawberry banana goodness into his mouth, “Way better sweetheart.”

16) Put In Them Hours | Explicit | 25009 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

AU where Louis makes the poor decision of hiring an unfairly attractive assistant. Inspired by Rachel and Tag from Friends.

17) Honey, Make This Easy | Explicit | 25483 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

AU; Harry’s sister recently passed away, leaving him with temporary custody of her daughter. Needing help, he hires Louis as a nanny and the boy turns out to be help in more ways than he expected.

18) What's Mine Is Yours To Make Your Own | Explicit | 39919 words | Sequel

Sometimes, the closest Harry ever feels to home is Louis. It's their shared hotel rooms on tour, their shoes toed off in the doorway next to each other, jackets hung on the same post.

19) Worth Dying For | Explicit | 44906 words

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Louis says, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms over his chest. In the center of the table, a set of three glossy photos stares up at him, mocking him.

“A security detail is non-negotiable, Louis, you know this,” his mum reminds him, tapping the middle photo with two fingers.

Louis doesn’t look back down at the pictures, gesturing towards them wildly, over-dramatically. “This is not a security detail!” he protests. “This is a lanky college student. In what world do you hire someone like this kid to protect me?”

20) No Easy Choice, But You’re Mine | Explicit | 45601 words

Louis is an omega hitman with one last job that goes a little sideways. Harry is the alpha bartender that looks a little too closely and cares a little too much.

21) Sedative Duty. | Explicit | 46588 words

Pop-star of the moment Louis Tomlinson is on his third-world tour. He decides to hire renowned professional dominant Harry Styles to unwind while on the road. In an effort not to raise suspicion by the crew, fans, and press,  Harry pretends to be his bodyguard. He ends up being far more than that.It's everything he doesn't notice until it's been taken away from him.

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[risukadarlin]

[gintama - the final] tokuten drama cd - track three

masterpost

                                                                                     ✿

Gintoki:

God.

We’ve wasted so much time.

Shinpachi:

But everyone seemed really fired up, didn’t they?

Gintoki:

Planning things is the most fun when you can just joke around.

Kagura:

Actually having to decide on the details is hell.

Shinpachi:

You two sound like you’ve done this a lot…

Gintoki:

We got so distracted I forgot why we came here in the first place.

Shinpachi:

Oh, that’s right.

We came here to drink together, didn’t we?

Gintoki:

Should we just go to the old woman’s place?

No one weird will bother us there.

Shinpachi:

You’re right.

Kagura:

I was just getting hungry!

I can get rolled omelettes there!

                                                                                     ✿

Kagura:

Excuse us!

Otose:

Oh my. It looks like the people you were waiting for are here.

Kagura:

Huh? You…!

Kamui:

Oh, you’re late.

Kagura:

My idiot brother!

What are you doing here?

Kamui:

What, you ask?

Can’t you tell by looking at this plate in front of me?

I came to eat.

Kagura:

That’s not what I meant!

Kamui:

I have a job here on earth.

I thought I might as well come and see my stupid sister’s face while I was in the area.

You seem well. I’m glad.

Kagura:

You’re acting weird!

I just know you’re up to no good as usual.

Kamui:

How mean!

I’m not doing anything of the sort.

Kagura:

It’s your fault for acting in a way that makes me assume you are!

Kamui:

Well, at least you have the gift of the gab, if nothing else.

But I don’t like chattering.

Play with me for a bit.

It’ll help my digestion.

Kagura:

I will, then! If that’s what you want.

Shinpachi:

Wait, Kagura.

Otose:

Knock it off, you two.

Shinpachi:

Otose!

Otose:

Can you keep your sibling rivalry off my premises?

If you don’t stop, I’ll pick you up by the scruffs of your necks and throw you out.

Kamui:

Can you really do that?

Otose:

Of course not! My arms are too thin.

I’ll ask this handyman here to be my temporary bodyguard.

Gintoki:

Oi, oi, granny.

Don’t just give the annoying work to me.

Otose:

You’re only useful at times like this!

Do as I say or I’ll make you pay the two months rent you’re behind on.

Gintoki:

God…

Oi, Kagura, give up.

We won’t be able to afford food otherwise.

Abuto:

You shouldn’t be so prickly either, boss.

 The job’s done.

Let’s leave before anyone finds out.

Kamui:

You’re right.

Thank you for the food!

The rolled omelettes were great.

Abuto:

Sorry for intruding, miss.

These siblings just can’t be honest with themselves.

Fighting is the only way they can show their love.

Kamui:

You didn’t need to say that.

Let’s go.

Catherine:

They finally left.

Tama:

That’s your older brother, right, Kagura?

Kagura:

I wish he’d act older than me.

He’s just an idiot.

Otose:

He even smells like danger.

I just know he attracts trouble.

He probably won’t live for very long.

Gintoki:

You can tell that sort of thing, granny?

Otose:

Of course.

He won’t as long as you guys.

Catherine:

It’s what they call an old-woman’s wisdom.

The elderly always know these things.

Otose:

You have no right to call me elderly!

More importantly, do something about this mountain of plates.

Catherine:

Sure…

Shinpachi:

That’s a lot of plates.

Are they all Kamui’s?

Otose:

Yes.

He’s just like someone we all know and love.

Kagura:

I don’t like being compared to him!

Anyway, I want the rolled omelette meal!

Otose:

I’m sorry but we’re all out.

Your brother ate everything.

Kagura:

Huh?!

Catherine:

He didn’t even leave a single grain of rice.

Kagura:

That shitty brother!

I’ll never forgive him for this!!

Shinpachi:

Kagura, calm down.

Gintoki:

There’s booze, right?

Give us some.

Otose:

Coming up.

Gintoki:

What the hell is happening today?

We keep bumping into people we know everywhere.

When did Kabukicho get so small?

Otose:

Kabukicho isn’t small, you just have a big presence.

Catherine:

I keep hearing rumours about Gin from Yorozuya.

Not that any of them are good rumours!

Gintoki:

Shut up!

I’ll run you over with a bulldozer again!

Catherine:

I haven’t been run over by one yet!

Tama:

Whether they’re bad rumours or not, people knowing your name is a good thing.

As long as people hire you, you’ll make money.

You’ll be more likely to be able to pay your rent.

Gintoki:

I wish.

Everyone we know is rotten. We won’t get any money from them.

Tama: 

Rotten?

Maybe you should throw them away, if that’s the case.

Gintoki:

I couldn’t even if I wanted to.

They just keep coming back like rotting zombies.

Tama:

Rotting zombies?

Is this what you mean?

Gintoki:

Huh? That’s a--!

Shinpachi:

Why do you have a severed head?!

Yamazaki:

I’m not a severed head.

I’m Mechazaki.

Kagura:

Mechazaki again?!

Gintoki:

Don’t scare us like that!

Yamazaki:

Ouch!

Don’t hit me!

Kagura:

Which unit are you?!

Yamazaki:

I’m Unit 3.

The Shinsengumi gave me the axe...

Gintoki:

So? They actually used an axe to cut your head off?

Yamazaki:

Yes, they were downsizing.

Gintoki:

You’re not funny, idiot!

Tama:

I picked him up when he was rotting outside the snack house.

Yamazaki:

I’m so lucky.

I never thought I’d be able to live with Tama like this.

Tama:

He’s disgusting, isn’t he?

All the regulars said he is.

Yamazaki:

Delightful?

You don’t have to compliment me like that.

Shinpachi:

Disgusting, not delightful.

Gintoki:

So are you two dating?

Yamazaki:

Yes!

Tama:

He is incorrect.

This is simply a sad piece of garbage left behind by the waste collectors.

Shinpachi:

You’re saying completely different things!

Yamazaki:

Tama just gets shy, you know?

Tama:

He won’t listen to a word I say.

I think he’s malfunctioning.

Kagura:

He never was functioning.

Tama:

However, I can’t leave a fellow android alone.

I want to help him somehow.

Gintoki:

Take him back to Gengai.

Yamazaki:

Gengai would make a nice, sturdy body for me.

Otose:

We’re in a day and age when even machines fall in love.

And yet you guys don’t have a single piece of romantic gossip?

Catherine:

You guys missed your Final Fantasy moment.

You’re never going to find love.

Gintoki:

What do you mean, Final Fantasy?

Shinpachi:

It refers to the trope in which characters are coupled one after another near the final episode.

Tama:

The Final Fantasy Phenomena. It’s short for “Final Episode Mating Season Phenomena”.

Kagura:

How does it shorten to that at all?

Gintoki:

What the hell?

You’re talking about that again?

Otose:

What do you mean again?

Did something happen?

Kagura:

All the girls were asking Gin who he likes earlier.

Otose:

Oh!

That sounds interesting.

So? What did you say?

Gintoki:

I don’t care!

This isn’t a rom-com.

Otose:

You’re killing the mood.

Catherine:

Otose.

It’s a waste of time to expect anything from these guys.

This is an anime where the female protagonist vomits on people.

They wouldn’t have a Final Fantasy moment even if pigs started flying.

Kagura:

I don’t need some furry old hag to tell me that!

Catherine:

I’m a moe character!

Shinpachi:

Don’t fight, you two.

Catherine:

No one cares about the romantic life of a spewtagonist.

Kagura:

I don’t care about romance either but I could easily get a boyfriend or two if I wanted!

Catherine:

Don’t put on airs!

Kagura:

What airs?!

Catherine:

Prove it, then.

Kagura:

I will.

Here.

Shinpachi:

What’s that?

A letter?

Kagura:

A love letter.

Catherine&Shinpachi:

A love letter?!

Catherine:

Oi, you! 

Don’t lie!

We can tell right away if you’re lying!

Kagura:

I’m not lying.

It’s real.

Otose:

Now, now. Isn’t this interesting?

Anything really can happen.

Shinpachi:

Wait! Ka-ka-kagura.

Why didn’t you tell us?!

Kagura:

There’s no rule saying I have to.

Shinpachi:

That’s true…

Gin!

Gin, say something!

Gintoki:

Oi, Kagura!

Gintoki(&Umibouzu):

I won’t allow it!

Gintoki:

I don’t know who it’s from but you’re too young for this.

Umibouzu:

Exactly!

You’re my precious daughter.

I won’t allow you to do something as slovenly as dating another man.

Kagura:

Papa?!

When did you get here?!

Umibouzu:

I was working but I had a bad feeling about something.

And it looks like I was right.

Our hearts are connected, Kagura.

Kagura:

Gross.

Umibouzu:

More importantly, Kagura!

Is it true someone sent you a love letter?

Kagura:

It’s true, look.

Umibouzu:

Give it to me.

Kagura:

I don’t want to!

Why do I have to show you?

Umibouzu:

It’s, you know, so I can see if they’re respectable or not.

Kagura:

How?

Umibouzu:

I’ll know if I read the letter.

Kagura:

You can tell just by their writing?

Even though you’ve never met them?!

Umibouzu:

Well, yes…

When you’re an adult, like me, you’ll learn how to understand these things.

I’m serious!

People show a part of themselves in their letters.

I’m right, aren’t I?

Gintoki:

Your father’s 100% correct!

Umibouzu:

I can tell whether I have a chance with a hostess just by the way they write too!

Shinpachi:

You didn’t have to make your ulterior motives so obvious!

Sir, your eyes have gone all cloudy.

Umibouzu:

So come, give me the letter.

Kagura:

No.

Gintoki:

Then give it to your other father instead.

Kagura:

No!

I decided!

I definitely won’t show you two ever.

Gintoki:

Kagura.

Umibouzu:

Kagura.

Otose:

Kagura, you really are loved.

By your father and your brother and your guardian.

Catherine:

Final Fantasy really doesn’t suit these guys at all.

Tama:

Ms. Otose.

Is there a name for their relationship?

Otose:

They’re inseparable.

They couldn’t get rid of each other, even if they wanted to.

Tama:

I see.

Inseparable.

I understand now.

Gintoki:

Kagura.

Umibouzu:

Kagura.

Kagura:

You’re annoying.

I’m going home.

Gintoki:

Oi!

Umibouzu:

We’re not finished here.

Kagura:

I’m hungry.

Shinpachi, make me food.

Shinpachi:

Okay.

I guess it can’t be helped.

Umibouzu:

It really is hard when your daughter’s at a difficult age like that.

Gintoki:

You’re telling me.

Umibouzu:

Oi, Yorozuya.

I’m sure you already know this, but…

I won’t forgive you if anything happens to her.

Gintoki:

I know.

Umibouzu:

Look after her.

Gintoki:

God.

Today is just one thing after another.

Otose:

That’s just the fate of the Yorozuya.

So, what are you going to do?

Do you want another drink before you go?

Gintoki:

No, I’ll go home too.

Here’s your money.

Otose:

Oi, Gintoki. Wait.

Gintoki:

What?

Otose:

This isn’t enough.

Gintoki:

Huh? How much do I owe you, then?

Otose:

This much.

Gintoki:

1.

10.

100.

Huh?!

That’s 2 more zeros than I expected!

When did you start ripping people off like this?

Otose:

Huh? 

Didn’t he tell you?

Gintoki:

What?!

Otose:

The man with Kagura’s brother.

He said you owe him one so you’ll be paying today.

Gintoki:

I’m paying for their food?!

I see!

They chose your place so they could get free food!

Otose:

Didn’t he tell you?

Gintoki:

I don’t owe them anything!

Otose:

Oh, really?

I thought so, to be honest.

Gintoki:

Oi, oi, get it together.

You fell for the oldest trick in the book.

Catherine:

She didn’t fall for it.

She just pretended to.

Tama:

It looked like Kamui and his friend hadn’t eaten for days.

Otose:

You two.

You didn’t need to tell him that.

Catherine:

Now I think about it, they said they came here for work, right?

Tama:

They might be able to pay you back after they finish their job.

Gintoki:

Tch.

What the hell is going on today?!

Fine!

I’ll get my money back from that idiot later!

[hypnomicimagines]

For Honor [Samurai!Yamada Ichiro/Reader] - Chapter 1

Having a handsome bodyguard wasn’t a negative.

You had rejected the idea of hiring someone outside of your normal circle, why couldn’t you simply be protected by the guards you’ve come to know rather than a total stranger? Once it had been explained that you needed someone who knew the terrain much better you had quieted down, knowing that defying your parents would only make it worse on you. You were to go to a neighboring kingdom through an off the road path with only this bodyguard, your parents swore he had a great reputation, to your new husband. You wouldn’t be married as of yet, this was supposed to simply be a test, but you hadn’t been too fond of the idea.

You didn’t care enough to fight it, however.

You set off in the early morning hours without even seeing your bodyguards face as you’re escorted into the covered wagon behind him by your father, who wishes you safe travels before handing you a large pack of food that should last you. There’s a change of clothes as well for you to change into once you’ve reached the castle, your looks should be impeccable upon first entering, though there are likely people waiting to do your make-up and such before you even catch a glimpse of the prince. First impressions were as important as your safety and you supposed it was lucky that you weren’t the fussy type of princess who would object to not arriving in style. The weather for the trip is at least cool enough that you don’t complain about being shoved into the back of an oversized wooden box, drawing the curtains to look out at the scenery when your imagination starts to bore you.  

“What’s your name?”

“…Yamada Ichiro.” He didn’t strike you as the strong silent type but he hadn’t offered up much in the way of information since you first started traveling together hours ago, leaving you even more curious about him. You’d only seen the side of his face when he had turned to look towards rustling trees, analyzing a potential threat, spotting an interesting eye and a beauty mark right under it. “Are you uncomfortable?”

“I’m okay.”

“We’ll be stopping for the night soon, princess.”

“Understood!”

After another hour passed the journey was on pause for the evening and you find yourself sitting directly next to Ichiro who had started a fire, saying you’d have to cook and warm up quick so he could put it out before you’re caught. He was making a small meal out of the rations your parents had packed for the two of you, feeding the horses nearby before returning to sit by your side. The sun hadn’t set quite yet which meant you had more of a chance to see your bodyguard’s face, gasping as you catch a glimpse of red and green.

“Are your eyes two different colors?” You reached over to grab his chin, turning his face towards yours so abruptly Ichiro nearly dropped the meat he was cooking into the fire. He’s clearly startled but you’re paying his facial expression no mind, instead peering deeply into his eyes with a fascination he’d seen on countless others. “They’re beautiful…”

“…You should ask for permission before grabbing someone like that.” Ichiro was fighting to keep a straight face, placing a rugged hand over yours and gently removing it from his face. You must not have been used to asking, simply doing as you wanted when you wanted because of your status, so he couldn’t fault you too much. It wasn’t a harmful action, but having his visual eccentricities pointed out always managed to embarrass him; it certainly had nothing to do with the fact it was a genetic factor that tied him strongly to a father he’d much rather forget.

He wasn’t used to beautiful women touching him either.

He couldn’t chase the thought of how soft your delicate hand was, especially when it was compared to his; when he had touched your hand earlier you had seemed surprised at the roughness, but that was the life of a swordsman. Before he’d become a samurai he had led a far less honorable life, one of hurting the innocent just for the sake of money, but he had turned himself around. His hands still felt like they were stained by the blood of those he should’ve been protecting rather than collecting money from but there was no point in staying in the past. If he hoped to ever make up all of his misdeeds then he’d have to keep moving forward, starting by taking care of his brothers and protecting those that needed help.

He had actually checked into your family before he’d taken up this job offer, knowing he couldn’t turn down his nose at money but if he were to help a family who was infamous, he would never forgive himself. You yourself had seemed pleasant enough in the short time he’d known you even if you had hardly talked, something that he predicted would be changing now.

“So, do you have a family? Tell me about them.”

“…I have two little brothers who are waiting for me at home.”

You nodded your head as Ichiro recalled some of his fonder memories he had with his brothers, talking about their shaky relationship but how he was sure they would protect each other when it truly came down to it. You can see the fondness for him shining through in his eyes which only made you feel a little more… confused. The love of his brothers was attractive, as was the fact he had turned such a bland meal into something edible. You could listen to this man talk for an eternity if you had to, another plus that he managed to tell stories in such a captivating way that didn’t have you bored to tears. The number of men that tried to woo you with the most basic tales of heroics were innumerable but the ones who talked so fondly of their family and their home were few and far in between.

Your heart skipped a beat when you noticed a flustered look on his face and Ichiro looked away.

“I didn’t mean to talk so much… I apologize.” He coughed into his hand, shifting uncomfortably on the ground as he tried to regain his composure. It wasn’t normal for him to be so thrown off by someone staring intently at him but there was something about your gaze that made him the slightest bit nervous.

“I feel like I could write on your life now. The great tales of Ichiro.” You smiled at him as you tried to steady your heart. “I didn’t mind listening to you at all.”

“My life is… hard to describe in simple terms. I’m sure you understand the sentiment.”

“I think my life is far more boring than yours!” You laughed, placing down the rest of your food. “I’ve been stuck within walls my entire life, the outside world is only books. I’ve done my best to speak with others from different walks of life but once they learn I’m a princess, they always become so stiff and formal. I much prefer someone who’ll freely speak about jumping in the mud on rainy days with their brothers rather than someone who thinks throwing big words at me will make me swoon.”

There was an implication there that Ichiro picked up on, that you were comparing him to those that had actively tried to woo you, and he was worried for a second that he was appearing more unprofessional than he’d like. He bowed his head again in an attempt to apologize but you held out your hand, patting the top of his head briefly before withdrawing.

“Sorry, I should ask to touch, right? But that’s a sign of affection, correct?”

“I- uh, yeah. I ruffle my brother’s hair all the time…” It was certainly different having you do that to him though, the vice like grip around his heart tightening further. You looked even more beautiful in the light of the setting sun, the fire highlighting your eyes; he had been speechless, antsy, when he had first laid eyes on you and he was thankful that you had given him a few hours to get his bearings together before you tried to talk to him. You had made such a strong impression upon him that he knew he wouldn’t be forgetting you soon; you reminded him of the princesses in old fairy tales that he would read to Saburo at night.

“Should we sleep? Are you joining me in the back?”

“I’ll keep watch out here.” Ichiro began the process of putting the fire out, helping you up the wagons steps the minute he’s done. He watched carefully as you settled yourself in before closing it up tightly, only the front portion with slightly parted curtains giving you a glimpse of the moon. You can hear him shuffling about as he wiped away any traces of the two of you being there before he settled himself on the front of the wagon, leaning back against the wood and allowing his eyes to slide shut.

You caught one last glimpse of your bodyguard before you fell asleep, hoping you’d get to ask him even more questions tomorrow.  

[kitty-does-stuff]

Hardcore Henry Lore (Aka for Payday fans wondering what Hardcore Henry means for the world of payday)

Now this isn’t a perfect breakdown of everything, if you want full context you should watch the movie & then read Hardcore Akan (aka the one issue vcomic tie-in). But this should go over the whole backstory & lead up along with answer stuff like basic ages of Akan & Jimmy

Since this is rather long it is going under the cut, if I am missing anything lmk.

Also warning that this spoils all of hardcore henry.

The Timeline

The events of the Hardcore Henry world notblely start on April 26, 1986, aka the chernobyl disaster, during the disaster Akan’s mother was starting to give birth, with how things are told within the comic she died due to a pill that those going to the disaster were given to trick them into killing themselfs, that she took after being told by her husband that it would save her. 

The newborn Akan was taken in by a doctor working at chernobyl, that within this world was the one at fault for the disaster, the man (Dr. Akanov) was likely the one that named Akan, given that the first name seems based on the last name.

It is likely that during the 80’s that Jimmy is old enough to watch the news & remember details about it, mainly this is likely due to a joke he makes about watching a news story in the 80’s

Sometime around here is when Henry may have been born.

During Akan’s childhood & teen years he us bullied by his peers due to how he looks and likely some traits he showed around others his age, in his late teen years before going to university he convincses his father to no longer use animal testing at his labs & as a whole behaves in ways that make it hard for his father to later believe his crimes

Within university Akan is still bullied but he is able to join an underground animal fighting ring, said group as a twist that the animals (only seen with frogs) were made into cyborgs, this means it’s likely that Akan himself had talent with robotics & making cyborgs. During this time he does nearly get a girlfriend but he unwisely took her to the fighting ring & she did not approve of the animal abuse.

Shortly after schooling Akan became a part of the clubbing & partying scene, likely starting with selling others drugs before he ended up making his own, which was meant to be one that would activate at the same time no matter when tooken, he was very sure in this drug so took himself (either meaning he was overconfident or skilled at drug making).

Sadly the drug did not do it was meant to and instead more- melted, those that took it, Akan being the only person that took it that lived, though after making up from his coma he had the power to move things with his mind (likely he always had this power, the drug just made it show itself).

After this he learned what his father had done by mistake & more about his past, after this he kills his father and everyone at the head of Akan industries

After taking control of the company Akan shortly after hiring James “Jimmy” a biolesit from the uk who wished to use dead bodies in his studies, it is likely that Jimmy had a pretty good idea on what the company was doing.

Sometime after Jimmy is hired but before he is uh… “fired” Slick Dimitry was hired, likely at first as a bodyguard as he is seen with Akan when Akan breaks Jimmy’s back. It is unknown when Slick Dimitry became a cyborg but I believe he is likely a beta test for one, maybe he willingly became one or maybe it was Akan’s way of saying thanks for a loyal worker.

Jimmy makes the first prototypes of the super soldiers, but they are mindless & overall useless, which makes Akan decide to break Jimmy’s back & fire him, likely thinking Jimmy won’t have the nerve to fight back afterwards or would be unable to.

Jimmy makes his clones, likely starting with Nerd Jimmy as this clone is the closest to the Jimmy that worked for Akan personality wise, it is unknown how he was able to do this, set up his lab or where he even got the money for all of this.

Estelle likely becomes the head of the super soldier project, she may have already been married to Akan or they became close during this time, what is likely is that she is a big part of the project.

Shortly before the events of Hardcore Henry the timeline splits, in the main timeline Akan does not try to hire the Payday Gang (As they likely do not exist as anything other than a video game that Jimmy is likely a fan of given his mask which would fit the game). Meanwhile the 2nd timeline is the Payday timeline, in which Akan tries to hire the Payday gang but Jimmy pays them more & is able to steal research about making super soldiers, which likely means Henry is never made into a super soldier & the events of the movie never happen.

Henry somehow dies & his body is found/already agreed to be used as the main super soldier for the first field test/programing phase, it is unknown as to why Henry was picked or why he naturally has a lot of skills that other super soldiers don’t have (he is able to beat other 200 of them, so it’s likely he has a past with fighting in it)

At the start of Hardcore Henry’s movie Akan is 29-30, Jimmy is likely in his 40’s, Henry is likely the same age as the maker of the flim, & the other characters are unknown/likely the same as their actors.

The events all take place during the same day, by the end of the day almost all named characters are dead other than Henry, who is left within a helicopter after killing Akan & Estelle. The screen goes black and hears that Jimmy left a message for after he died, with one last job (it is unclear when he would’ve made this or how Henry (who likely is the one listening) found this message.)

Other Events

It is likely that Hardcore Henry is within the same world as the music videos of the music vidoes that inspired the movie, the story follows a highly skilled spy (who’s skillset is like Henry’s, they may be the same character at different points within the timeline, Henry being a spy that was looking into Akan but was killed by Akan’s forces would make sense) who has blended into a evil unknown company, there is a hacker also posted there. They are there to get a device that can teleport. When he tries to get it the alarm goes off and the mission goes loud.

At first he is unable to get away with it & is catched, his partner is killed and he is then able to get the device back after fighting his way through the company forces & the one with it, the last of the fighting takes place within a baby’s room, who after the fight is other grabs the device and uses it by mistake, it is unknown where the baby went or what became of the spy.

Fixing the whole chernobyl problem

So the way the chernobyl disaster is shown in Akan’s comic does not make sense and would’ve made things go a lot worse worldwide & would’ve made history different (Butterfly effect problems)

So my best try at fixing this is that Dr. Akanov lied or Akan made up his own version of events, here’s what both would mean:

Dr. Akanov lying likely would mean that he likely blames himself for the event or at least a lot of the death around the event, he was a doctor after all so it isn’t unlikely that most people he tried to treat would die in horrible ways, making there be trauma that could’ve had him make a version of the events where those he treated died quicker, in more peace. Akan’s mother was likely a women close to giving birth when the disaster happened & got readied, later dying in childbirth with Dr. Akanov adopting the child due to the birth father dying from the disaster & the radian

Akan making up likely means the story is just his way of explaining his own powers, him having albinism & getting rid of any guilt he may have had about killing his own father.

What is missing

So there are parts of the story missing, mainly because everything that was meant to come out hasn’t, mainly another movie & more comics.

We know very little about what happened between Akan hiring Jimmy & firing him, this likely would’ve been covered by comics, along with the stories of some of the notable people that worked for Akan, like Slick & Estelle.

We don’t know how Henry’s body ended up in Akan’s & Estelle’s hands, nor do we know anything about his past outside one moment from his childhood & that he got a tattoo.

We also don’t know what Jimmy’s last job was.

We don’t know what the serious version of the story would’ve been like

No clue on when Hardcore Henry Meets Rooster Teeth fits into any of this, maybe it’s the happy end au where Jimmy doesn’t day & him and Henry are like roommates or something

[rosietaeyongswife]

black orphan |l.ty

genre: angst, smut mafia!taeyong, taeyonxreader, mafia au

tw: mentions of dead, murders, bad language, sex, mafia, mafia stuff

summary: being daugther of people who are hierarchy..well known around south korea isn’t very nice especially when they’re mafia and you killed them. u know what also isn’t easy? taking care of your younger sister.

authors note: pls if you have time it would be nice if you could read this it’s about lately thing with chinese idols. i explain there why some people should stop spreading hate on them and that it’s not really their fault.

when you were child you didn’t understand what were your parents doing. you only knew you were rich. private schools. everything you want. most expensive clothes. everything. trip to hot country in middle of the winter? no problem. you and your sister minhee had everything. but your father and mother didn’t forget to teach you that you need to work for what you have.

  you were always amazed by your parents untill you were 16 years old and started to understand what they are doing for living. your parents were killers and drug sellers. you couldn’t belive it at first but with time you understood. that’s how your family is living. that’s how kim’s family is living. with time you learned about mafia life and your parents business. your father made sure that his daughter is going to take care of their business one day.. exactly - one day. one night your mother was standing in front of you with smile.

“y/n you are getting married.” she smiled wider. “he is son of rich man who can be needed.”

“what?”

 they wanted you to marry some 40 years old man and sell your younger sister because they would had only benefits. it was this time when it hits you.

 you are just 24 years old, are you really going to kill your parents? answer is yes. few weeks ago you poisoned your parents and made sure that everyone would think that their heart stopped. because of this you were now the owner of kim hierarchy. now you are boss. 

  you were sitting at conference room with jackson when someone called you.

“yes honey?” you smiled. “how much do you need? okay. take my credit card. yes it’s fine.”

 you hung up. it was minhee. she needed some money so you gave it to her.

“it was minhee right?”

“how do you know?”

“you always smile this way when you are talking with minhee.”

“damn jackson. you know me too well.” jackson chuckled. “so now. how is the deal with sagurako family?”

“i think they don’t want to pay us.”

 you could only smile.

“they really don’t take me seriously.” you sighed. “kill his son.”

“ok, how and when?”

“whatever. tell jaebum that it’s job for him.”

“yes sir.”

 you really weren’t in mood to games. you just want money and nothing else. is this that hard? pay what they own you? your parets exactly but they are dead so you should take money, right? they don’t matter same as their children. they have five kids so one less isn’t big deal. 

 when you were sitting by your desk you heard someone. it was yugyeom. you sighed and walked to the coridor.

“why the fuck are you so loud?”

“because bambam is stupid idiot.”

“what? no!” he shout. “he almost kill me.”

“whatever. be quiter.”

“y/n wait!” yugyeom looked in to your eyes. “someoe was following minhee when she was at school and then with her friends.”

 hearing this made you upset. you know that you have much more enemies than friends but you had hope that minhee isn’t going to be part of their hit list. 

“bambam take me home i need to talk with her.”

“what are you going to do?” yugyeom was looking at you confused. he knows very well that you don’t play games. “are you going to kill somebody again?”

“ew no. she is going to have home school. ask youngjae or mark to hire someone ok?”

“yes.”

 your sister safety is your priority. she didn’t do anything wrong and she is innocnt teen. you couldn’t let someone to hurt her or even worse. of course minhee knew that yours family works in dirty business but she doesn’t know much. and it should stay like this. minhee isn’t going to take your company one day. you can’t do it. if you won’t be dead to your 60s you would give company to your child or something but at this moment it isn’t time to think about this.

 the whole house was clean. junmyeon was here for sure. you smiled softly. take off your coat and boots. first thing you did was to drink some watter. drinking watter is important especially for your brain’s work. when you were done you went to find your sister.

“minhee!” you looked around your house but you didn’t hear her back. sighing you went to check her and you could hear she was talking with someone. “minhee!”

 you walked in and first thing you saw was her with phone.

“i’m sorry. didn’t hear you.”

“yeah, it’s okay. are you fine?”

“yes. everything is fine. something happend?”

“you not gonna attend school anymore. you will have home lessons. you know teacher will be here with you.” you shrugged.

“what? no way!”

“you can’t do anything about this.”

“you can’t lock me there! the fuck y/n! i have friends there.”

“they can come to house.”

“but no..wtf. i don’t want to.”

“it’s for your safety.” you tried to hug her. “i know it’s not cool and all but i don’t have any other choice.”

 minhee was looking at you with only hate in her eyes.

“are you trying to lock me down? just like parents did to you?”

“no, of course no! it’s not it.” you took package of ciggs. “i don’t want to see that you are dead. someone is following you. if you still be arguing you’ll be dead soon.”

“w-who is following me?”

“i don’t know. jackson hire some teacher and some bodyguards so i hope you’ll be safe here if no then i have to send you to china.”

“china?”

“yes to our uncle.”

“why the fuck i can’t live normal live.”

“listen. you can’t choose family but you should be grateful for us. for what you have. i work hard for everyting we achhived.”

“how? by killing people? it’s a job for you?” she smirked. “you are exactly like parents. what else do you do? drugs? murders? are you selling people?”

“done! i’m fuckin done. you can’t leave the house for next week. better accept how things are going because i’m not gonna let you talk to me like that.” you were pissed of. “you didn’t even know them well, what can you know? you acting like i don’t care about you even tho it’s not true.” 

 minhee didn’t feel bad about what she said. she was mad at you because she didn’t want to be in home. she wants to explore. you exactly know that she doesn’t want to live the way the whole your family is living. and you also don’t want her to live the same just like you. so sending her to china is the best option. uncle isn’t in mafia and all dirty stuff the rest of the family members do so minhee can be safe there.

  your sister didn’t talk with you by the whole week. you didn’t really care because you have so much work to do. kinda proud because you made japanese family to pay you the money they owned to your parents so you were satisfied. everything went fine. things are nice so are you. no worries by the whole time. only thing you are upset about is that your family want to meet. family meeting sounds nice? no. there is going to be other mafia because remember guys - if there is family meeting that means there is going to be make big deals.

 jackson with the rest of the boys were standing next to you. 

“you look pretty.” mark said looking at you with a smile. “but where is minhee?”

“told her that she has 5 minutes untill i go there.”

“yes sir.”

 you smiled. nothing can make your day worse. you are clever person so it turns out that you made a lot of big deals so now you are just swimming in the money to be honest. everything is so fine like never and nothing can upset you. not even this damn dinner with your family and others because you’ll be there with your people.

“minhee please we don’t have time. grandma will be mad.”

“i don’t care. i don’t want to.”

 you could only sighed. walking in her bedroom made you feel like teenager again. she was kind of similiar to you but at the same time she was so different. you took her hairbrush and started brushing her hair while looking in to her eyes in the mirror.

“you are so beautiful minhee. can you see it?” she nod. “everyones eyes are going to be on us. especially you because you are younger. behave there honey ok? they won’t like acting up or something. also be ready for all the compliments.” you smiled softly. “plus.. i can’t have eyes on you whole night so be careful. if someone is bothering you..” you lean to her ear “you know what to do.”

 she nodded and stand up. ready to go and show off. you are y/n and minhee kim. you are prestige family and nobody can tell otherwise. 

 the place was huge and expensive. you knew your family like things like that but not that much. without thinking your people with you at the front walked in welcomed by some people who were smilling at you.

“mrs.kim?”

“it’s me.”

“welcome madam. have fun.”

 slight smile goes on your lips and disaper quickly. and here you are. all eyes on you and your crew. smile and confident walk by you was really indimidiating. you knew your presence here was cherry on top. your parents died in mysterious conditions and here you are leading kim’s company. isn’t it suss? it is and you know it well but it’s only made you proud. your parents were problematic and were problem not only for you but for the family and co-workers. jelous eyes of wifes and girls were on you. to be honest, you are one of the prettiest and hottest woman there and that’s why you are just eye-catching. 

 the long table was place where you and minhee should stay. your people found place to themselfs, and when they were gone you noticed that by the table was sitting bosses of others organizations.

“good evening grandma.” you goes to hug her and asked minhee to do so. “i missed you so much.”

“is this my little y/n? sunshine i missed you. how are you?” she was worried. this woman was someone who you wish were your mother. she was the only one who cares about you. your mother or father never told you “i love you” it was your precious grandma who always was making sure to say “i love you” no matter what. “is everything fine?”

“i’m fine. everything is the best. business is going really well. you know.. zeros on bank account are only growing.” you smiled. “what about you? health?”

“i feel like i’m in my 30s.” she was only 70 years old but she felt way younger. “you know even tho your grandpa is pain in ass i’m fine. i’m so happy that now you are leading business.” she smirked. “my son and his -be sorry god- wife were failure. they have never made this much money like you do.”

“grandma thank you. it’s not such a big deal.”

“it is. i’m proud of you. i’m proud that you are leading something to be even bigger.” tear came down my cheek. “and you minhee. what about you?”

“everything is okay i guess.”

“is something bothering you?” everyone were looking at your sister and you knew what she is going to say.

“i feel kinda grounded but it’s okay.”

“what?”

“y/n made me stop attend private school and have home schooling.”

“it’s against your wish?”

“yes.”

 you were now kinda mad at your sister. you know well that she said that because she still doesn’t agree with idea of home schooling and china.

“let me make things clear grandma. someone was following her and i love her too much to let someone hurt her. it’s the safest in our home.”

 your grandma sighed like everyone else in family.

“minhee you are still too immature and too young to understand things. let your sister work and decide. she is doing everything for your best.” your grandpa said while he was drinking his wine.

“but i have friends there. i have thing i’m interested in school and now i’m going to be grounded.”

 you couldn’t listen her anymore what notice your another uncle.

“minhee just let things happen. can we talk about something else? as you can see we have guests by these table.” he looked around.

 and that was the time when minhee must leave. you looked at her and she disaper. anothers girls and boys who were teens also disaper leaving the elders and bosses.

“okay so let’s talk.” your grandpa said. “my son is such a dumbass and made debts. also. police was suspecting you to be the one who killed your parents my dear y/n.”

 boss of nct, bts and monstax looked at you. you just smiled at them.

“there is no proof. i made sure to done work.” you took your glass of wine. “i’m more pro than my parents was, right? i don’t think someone is crying because of their loss.”

 you interested taeyong. he has never seen a person who openly talk about murder. about parents murder. you were that cofident that it makes him like you. he could see clearly that you don’t fuck with others. 

“mother will you let her get away with this? he still was your son.”

“will you talk like that if you knew that he signed documents about taking over your wealth? and everyone else?” you took a sip.”seokhyun you are so fuckin dumb. i hope you know why i don’t have respect for you right?” you smirked “you are pain in as..you remind me of some boy who was bothering minhee. you know what did i do with him?” he shook his head no “i shot him in front of his parents eyes. be careful.”

“what else you know?” grandpa took another bottle of wine.

“i know so much that i could easily take over business of everyone here.” you smiled. “father hide money in japan. i guess no one knows why there but it doesn’t matter. i have deal for mr. lee taeyong.”

 taeyong smiled over you. he was glad that he is going to make deal with big mrs. kim y/n. 

“i listen to you lady.”

“i know your handsome and eye-catching member named yuta nakamoto is japanese and he runs your business there. let’s say i need him. i want your help with finding money in japan.”

“i want 40% from this.”

“you want too much. it’s almost half of the money i would get. it’s not worth it. you are only finding money that are basically belonging to me.”

 you weren’t dumb. you knew that it’s way too much.

“what is your proposition?”

“i can give you 20%.”

“deal. i’m glad i’m going to work with you mr. kim.”

“same here mrs.lee i hope you not gonna fail.” he smiled. “i want to also say something. time is ticking mr. seo. and you know what happend.”

 lee taeyong stod up and leave to his members table. you looked confused at wife of your cousin jongdae.

“what happend?”

“it’s matter between me and him. please don’t ask questions.”

“okay so i can begin now.” namjoon said slightly annoyed. “what with our collaboration mrs.kim.” he was looking annoyed at your grandma

“i said i don’t know.”

“please.. my boys were working for you. i think we would be giant.”

 you were looking at them and thinking. what the fuck. you knew that bts are doing good but you also heard about their debts.

“no. if my lovely grandma said no then it’s no.” you didn’t look at him but at your glass full of wine.”don’t you want collaboration with my grandma and granpa just to pay off your debts and bills?”

 everyone was looking at your table because everyone heard it. whole nct were looking at you with shock same with bts and bosses of other mafies were spechless same with shownu.

“aren’t you too mean? it’s none of your business y/n. it’s thing between me and your grandparents.”

“exactly. and i’m not going to look how you want to take their whole wealth. how much money do you need? we can borrow you but you know.” you stand up like namjoon did few seconds ago just to come closer. “deadline is short period of time. and consequences are really big.” you smiled. “ask chan what happend when he was late with money.”

 namjoon was standing there embarrased and paralaized. you come at him and he didn’t like it. but you weren’t afraid. you are at too strong position to be moved by little kim namjoon.

“okay. borrow me a three milion dollars and i’m going to return them back.”

“sure. jackson!” you said. “make collab with my grandma but remember that i have eyes all around and i will notice if there is less money than it should be. you have month to pay me back.” jackson give you both piece of paper when you signed it. “sign it.”

“thank you and yes. month and you will have your money back.”

 after this everything went smooth. no fights. just paceful event. by the time it was time to dance and you were asked by your cousin jongdae to dance but soon enough you were dancing with lee taeyong.

“i didn’t know you were that mean and that strong.” he said while his hands were on your waist and yours around his neck.

“i don’t like playing games with someone who isn’t worht it.”

“and i like it.” he smirked. “you seem to be good player aren’t you?”

“maybe i am. mr.taeyong why are you even here?” he was confused. “i clearly see that you and your men don’t want to be there.”

“are you watching us?”

“shouldn’t i?”

“i guess you should. it scary talking with girl who killed own parents.”

 you could only smile. you aren’t afraid of anything and no one will make you feel regret. your parents deserved this and if you wouldn’t kill them they would ruin your life and your family lifes. and y’all don’t deserve this at all. your parents were selfish since you’ve been child. when there was no minhee your only friend was maid and chef. they were talking with you and play with you and your toys just to not feel alone. beside of them you had your grandparents. your grandma loved you like you were her daughter. she always made sure to say “i love you” and to check on you. and your grandpa? he would be proud and happy to walk you to your kindergarten and take care of you along with your grandma. and your parents? they didn’t care. they just thougth about money. more money and even more money. your mother was mean if she had to stay with you. she would just left you in your bedroom with toys and goes to her friend or to watch tv. and father? he didn’t even talk with you. he started to talk when he wanted you to be part of mafia. 

he taught you everything you need to know. and because of their lack of love and your knowledge of things you shouldn’t know about you are like this today. cold and emotionless. no one really show your love (not including your grandparents). kids at shool were afraid of you becasue they knew who you were and their parents didn’t allow them to play with you. in high school they didn’t want to be in touch with girl whose family is gangsters and who could kill anyone they want. you even hadn’t any best friend. no one. 

“it’s not scary. they deserved this.” you were closer. “sometimes you need to get rid of your enemies and i’m sure they were one.”

“am i your enemy?”

“if you will help me you’ll be my friend.”

since then you haven’t talked with family members. you didn’t need to. also minhee was more distant than usually. you even noticed that she is leaving and coming back late at night. you just had hope that she isn’t causing any problems. but when she was gone for two days and came back like nothing happend it makes you feel mad. mark and youngjae were nice enough to follow her around and found out that she is dating someone. minhee was dating and you didn’t even know. also, it seems like they know each other really well and are together since the very long time. 

 you were fine with it. she is 18. she can date anyone. you didn’t even care about this that she doesn’t tell you but it’s okay. it’s hers life after all. but when she were gone for a week and she doesn’t contact with you.. boy, you were really mad. minhee just disapear and have no signs of live. 

“y/n you need to calm down. she for sure is fine.” mark said “she is teenager, something like this happens.”

“but i do so much for her, why she is like this?” bambam was looking at you with sad eyes. he knew he shouldn’t feel this way but he hates your sister and seeing you hurt was really.. bad feeling. he knew how much effort you put to raise her well and take good care of. “i don’t understand. she just could told me that she want to go somewhere or something. i’m sick of it.”

“y/n.. we got it. i think she could leave with her boyfriend. yugyeom is checking him.” jackson hugged you tightly. “she is fine. minhee is strong.”

“and naive. she doesn’t even know how to defend herself what if he is going to hurt her?”

“maybe no? we don’t know.”

 when you were sitting in your office you didn’t know back then that person who is lover of your sister is who he is. reading his info was really surprising to you. it was unbeliveble. member of nct. 

 sound of your heels could be hear in headquarter of nct. your usually outfit on you - dark coat and black boots above your knees. people called you black orphan because of the fact that you are orphan basically and because you only dressed in black.

 members of nct who noticced you were whispering something about black orphan being here. you were walking slowly don’t even bother to look at them. you had goal - find minhee. jackson and rest of the boys were behind you and were in the line. like always.

“excuse me, what are you doing here?” man named mark was in front of you. “i don’t remember that you were invited.”

“i don’t need invitation.” you growled. “better find kim minhee and park jisung.”

 face of mark knew that is going to happen and why are you here. taeyong and rest of the members of nct couldn’t belive that jisung is letting his girlfriend stay in their place. taeyong was against and mad because he found out by accident when he was checking bathroom and minhee was going to bathroom. he almost killed her.

 when mark was about to go your sister and her s/o were near. minhee was looking at you surprised. she knew you could find her but didn’t think that you would come to nct. 

“i count to 10 and we coming home.”

“i’m not leaving.” she hissed. “i’m sick of being under your control.”

“what is this noise here?” taeyong appeard in his hallway. the crowd of his people were looking around whole argument.

“you living with my money that i worked for. i pay your bills and all. i’m doing everything for you to have amazing life. why don’t you understand that you will never be normal girl? you will never. you will always be “daughter of mafia” or “sister who hate her parents”. you should accept this.”

“that’s why i fuckin hate you!” she scream. “i don’t want your help. you think you did everything well. i want to throw up everytime i reminds to myself what you are doing. i don’t want to be part of this also i don’t want to live in china. i want to decide.”

you laughed like freak. you were looking at your little sister and couldn’t think of anything but how stupid she actually is. 

“i’m not asking you.” you hissed. “you are ungretful, spoiled brat who thinks that owns the world and is main charcater, don’t you? if you want to be that independent okay. i’m going to block all back acounts from you. from now on you will work your ass off for money. i’m starting counting and you better come here.” you looked in to her eyes. “1..2..3..”

“you aren’t my mother. my mother is dead! understand this!”

 jaehyun was about to say something but taeyong stopped him. he was enjoying the show in front of him. he really loves how crazy you actually are.

“i’m staying with jisung. i won’t come back to home.”

“you are making disrace for our surname. don’t act like fool and come to home. i’m at 7.”

minhee didn’t even flinch.

“i’m not scared of you. after all i’m your family.”

“are you sure honey?” you touched her cheek. “do you know how killed your lovely parents?” she denied. “i did. funni isn’t it? everyone know but not their own daughter. i think you should be scared of me at that point.”

 minhee couldn’t belive her ears. you killed your parents. she was living with you not knowing about everything.

“you are crazy bitch! i hate you! i hate this family! one day i’ll make sure that police or media destroy you.”

“good luck.” you winked and slapped her. “you are no longer part of kims family. i don’t need you. you were the one that needed me.” you said harshly stepping closer and touched her chest to push her. “you are no one know. there is no coming back. you are done in my eyes. dead. and if i see you in my way i’m going to kill your love and then you. and guess what? nothing will bother to help find justice.” you shrugged and smiled one last time “you are free. make sure to change surname and to make it like we have never been family.”

 minhee was holidng her cheek and crying. at this point she knew that she doesn’t really know her own family. that there is secrets that are creepy and scary just like them. and she was sure she doesn’t want to involved. but now she was feeling bad because of what she said. jisung had tried hundred times explain her who you are. that she is doing it for her safety because thousands of people wants her head and she still didn’t listen.

 taeyong was following you.

“are you going to stop going after me or you want me to beat you up?”

“don’t need to be so harsh. i just want to ask you something.” he smiled. “have you ever been in love?”

“the fuck mr. lee? i only met you few times and i talk with you for the second time.”

“just answer me y/n.” his eyes was shining and you liked this view. you liked him to be honest. he did awesome work by finding your fathers money. he was loyal to you and you liked it. also he was handsome. why don’t like him?

“no. i have never been in love. having crush in daughter of mafia doesn’t sound nice right?”

“i don’t belive. you are way too pretty and too smart to be alone the whole time.” you smiled. he was cheesy but you liked it. “i think this can change.”

“do you want to seduce me?” you asked with little smile. “make me feel like i’m special and leave next day?”

“who said i would leave?” he smirked. “you are really something y/n.”

“i think we could talk about it.”

 and here you are. taeyong brings happines to your live. you have never experinced things like the one you do with taeyong. you are no longer alone. you wake up usually in his bed with his eyse piercing in to your soul. jackson and boys were happy that someone is interested in you and you are intrested in someone. they have never seen you having crush in male. but here you are. all over heels over lee taeyong. you didn’t like the idea of him having you wrapped around his finger but who cares? you like it.

“y/n what are you thinking about?”

“taeyong would you kill for me?”

“isn’t it obvious? i know you can do it by yourself but i would always kill anyone who is messing with my girl.”

“since when i’m your girl?”

“since the first time i’ve heard of you y/n.” he kissed you. “why you asking?”

“i feel like i spend way too much time with you so i need to make sure that you are worth it.”

“are you doubting me?” he touch your cheeks. “look at us. we are in my apartment in japan with beautiful view on sea. we are here alone having the best sex of our lives. having each other and telling silly secrets.” he hugged you and you lay your head on his chest. “we don’t need to stress about business. we have each other now. it’s feels like heaven.” 

“we are in japan. we are looking at the sea.” you smiled softly. “it’s almost like dream.”

“i know you have never thing like this. i want to show you life colors you know?” he smiled. “i want you to be happy. i want to see that you enjoy your time and let someone like you more than friend.”

“you just saying that.” you sighed. “you are going to leave soon like everyone in my life. but it’s okay.”

“you will never get rid of me.” he looked deadly in to your eyes. “past six months was like arcadia with you by my side. i feel like i can love you and i know that no one ever loved you the way i do.” he smiled. “but i’m here. i love you.”

“what?”

“you heard me and i’m not going to say this again.”

“lee taeyong you make me feel needed.”

 he was messing so much with your head and you didn’t even mind. he was there. he was with you and makes you forget about any problems. about stress. about work. time with him is smooth. and you love it.

“can we make love this time? not fuck? i want to feel your love even if it’s temporary.” you said with eyes closed while you kissed him

 taeyong smiled wide. he loved the idea of making love and not just fuck.

“my girl is soft.” he teased. “i want to do it. love.”

“i hate you so much sometimes.” you rolled your eyes. “i’m not going to ask anymore. it’s just this once.”

“alright. i got it.”

 you were sure that taeyong will disapear. you can’t show feeling but taeyong.. he show you love. he was there. you didn’t even know when you started to finding yourself making breakfasts for him. hugging him for every 5 minutes. telling him your dreams. listen to him and advice him. making him happy. it comes to you naturally just by watching his moves to you. it was so soft and so new to you. proudness. it what’s you feel. you could love taeyong. you didn’t even love your parents nor sister. it was more like obligation. but with taeyong? you realized your feeling when you were missing him and your mind just focus on him.

 you wanted to be best girlfriend to him. one time he even just put gun in your mouth and say to suck it if you love him just to then have you moaning “love yous”. and you did. not thinking twice. at this moment you both knew that it’s simply love between dificult people.

 taeyong was deep in you. you could feel him hitting right spots.

“how’s my kitten feeling?”

“good. good sir.” you moaned. “i feel like i’m close.” you whines

“i love view of you. you are perfect for me even your pussy is made for me.” he moeaned. “look at you under me. lovely.”

“stop talking and just make me cum.”

“marry me.”

 you were that confused. you were at edge of orgasm and he is telling you this.

“taeyong why are you saying this when we fuck?”

“why not? will you marry me?” he punted deeper and faster. “i would love to see you with my surname. lee y/n.” he smiled giving you hickeys “all by myself. my wife.”

“you got to be kidding me.” you laughed “we are having sex and you asking me about mar-”

 you couldn’t end your sentence because taeyong circled your clit and suddenly wave of pleasure hit you like ddu du and you cum. moaning his name and curling.

“answer kitten.”

“yes. i want to fuckin marry you lee dumbass taeyong.”