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TIMING: current PARTIES: @amonstrousdream & @magmahearts LOCATION: the magmacave SUMMARY: leila comes to check up on cass, but doesn't find her as she's expecting her to be. CONTENT WARNINGS: implications of emotional manipulation.

She’d come home with her chest heaving and her hands still gripped tightly into fists. She could still feel that hunter’s skin melting against the rocky surface of hers, could still hear him screaming and feel him thrashing. Worse still, that feeling of satisfaction hadn’t left her, was still lingering in the corner of her chest where guilt should live. She’d almost killed him. She’d wanted to kill him. If Ariadne hadn’t been there, she wouldn’t have stopped. But Ariadne had been there, had seen the whole thing, and what must she think of Cass now? How terrified must she be? Cass had hurt someone, had left Ariadne still bleeding, had run.

She’d been a mess as she reentered the cave. It took her dad ages to calm her down, gripping her chin in his hand and assuring her that she was fine, that it was okay. She hadn’t done anything wrong, he told her. She did a good job. But she could tell that he thought she should have finished what she’d started, even if he didn’t say it. And she wasn’t sure how to feel about that, either. So instead of trying to unpack it, she accepted the comfort he offered her. She lay in the cave and let him fuss over her like she was a child, still, like she was sick and he was parenting her the way no one ever really had. And she felt a little better, even if she still didn’t feel good.

He woke her with a gentle nudge, but she shot up anyway, heart pounding. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “I didn’t mean to startle you. I think someone is outside.”

Immediately, more panic gripped at her throat. “What?”

“There was a woman calling for you.”

Cass wondered who it might be. Ariadne probably wasn’t in much shape to make the trek to the cave. Could it be Anita, on Metzli’s behalf? No, that wasn’t right. Wasn’t she in Ireland? (Wasn’t everyone?) Someone else, then? Cass hesitated. Her father reached a hand out, resting it on her shoulder. “I can make them leave,” he offered, “or you can speak to them. But don’t let them tell you you were wrong. You did well, Cassidy. You did what you were meant to do. You shouldn’t feel badly for that.”

Carefully, Cass nodded. Her father still wasn’t ready to meet anyone, but he was offering to make someone go for her. Wasn’t that what love was? She felt warm. “I can talk to them,” she said. “You can go hide in the back, if you want. I’ll be okay.” He nodded, disappearing into the shadows. And, steeling herself, Cass headed to the front of the cave.

Leila should have been her first guess, really. If she weren’t so jumpy and anxious, she probably would have been. She didn’t offer the woman a smile as she approached. Her arms were crossed uncertainly over her chest, her brow furrowed. One look at the mare was really all it took to know. “Ariadne told you,” she said flatly, worrying her lip between her teeth.

—

There was a pit in Leila’s stomach, and it would not go away.

She wasn’t certain when the sensation had started, nor could she remember when she had noticed it. Things in her life had grown rather peaceful. Simple, at least where it had to do with the people she cared for. The events of the autumn and early winter had melted away with the snow, and for a time, so too did the constant worrying. But the feeling was back. Leila had tried to dismiss it. But side effect of living too long was, perhaps, that you knew no peace seemed to last all that long.

It was the texts from Ariadne that gave the unplaced dread a name. Something was up with Cass. Different, wrong, not quite as it was. She hadn’t gathered as many details on the situation as she perhaps should have. Instead, Leila had dropped everything and taken the walk to the caves to find the girl. Every step sent her long-stilled heart sinking a little lower in her chest. It wasn’t until she was stopped by a man she did not recognize that her worry threatened to swallow her up whole. Who was standing guard at the cave? Who blocked the path, arms crossed, eyeing her up like she was a problem they had to deal with? Who was it that seemed to be interrogating her as to her presence there?

The man disappeared into the dark of the cave. Leila stood at the mouth of the cave, fingers tangled up, nails biting into the palms of her hands, waiting for the little ember to appear. After what felt like an eternity, the shadows gave way to the girl who emerged… who kept her distance. A momentary wash of relief flooded through the mare. Alive, whole, safe. But not alright. Not alright. Arms folded tight across her chest, brow furrowed, a lip worried between teeth.

“She told me a little…” The words tasted like some strange admission of guilt on her tongue. “But regardless of what she said, I wanted to make sure you were alright…”

She couldn’t decide if it felt like a betrayal or not, Ariadne telling Leila what had happened. Something burned in her chest, though she didn’t have the right words to give it a name. She kept thinking of the way the hunter had smelled when her lava burned his flesh, kept remembering the thrill it had pulsed through her, kept thinking about how she wouldn’t have stopped if Ariadne hadn’t asked her to. Even now, in the privacy of her cave with Leila standing in front of her, Cass couldn’t decide if she was glad she’d been prevented from finishing the job. She knew her father was a little disappointed that she hadn’t, even if he hadn’t said as much. That burned, too. She thought of Ariadne on the ground, of Kuma in that bathroom with her wide eyes, of Debbie in the supermarket or Metzli’s sire in his crypt. They weren’t events she wanted to associate with one another, but it was getting harder and harder to pry them apart.

Standing in the mouth of the cave, she took a moment to try to decipher what Leila’s expression might mean. Something in the back of her mind — this part of herself that was so sure rejection was an inevitable thing — insisted that it could be nothing but disappointment. Leila would hide it, because of course she would. Because Leila was kind, because she knew Cass had a habit of shutting down when she felt rejected, because Cass was important to Metzli and Leila loved them. There were plenty of reasons why Leila wouldn’t say, outright, that she was upset by what Cass had done. There were plenty of reasons why Ariadne hadn’t, too. It was like Makaio told her — anyone who wasn’t fae could lie to you as easily as they could look at you. The reason for the lie never mattered quite as much as the lie itself.

“What did she say?” It sounded more like a demand than Cass had meant for it to, and she swallowed against the harshness of her own voice. She shook her head. “It doesn’t matter. It’s — I didn’t do anything wrong, you know.” Metzli had killed hunters. She was sure Leila had, too. Cass could hardly be judged for just almost killing one, for wanting to do it, for regretting that she hadn’t. If anything, she thought, they should be more like her father — not worried that she’d almost killed a man, but upset that she hadn’t finished the job. She squared her shoulders, trying to look big to make up for the fact that she felt small. “Whatever. It doesn’t matter. I’m fine. I didn’t even kill him.” I just wanted to. It felt like saying too much, so she held back. “Is that all?”

—

Oh. Oh this was not good.

Cass was prone to shutting if she thought she was going to be rejected or left behind. Leila had witnessed it so many times, and every time she had tried her best to reassure her that no matter what she would not leave the girl. The mare wished she knew the names and faces of those who had hurt Cass in the past, if only to make them feel regret in a way that only a cold-sweat-inducing dream could. It was wrong of her, she was sure, but it didn’t make the feeling vanish. Cass and Ariadne were the closest thing she would ever have to daughters. She would do anything for them, anything…

This stand-off was not what she had imagined when Ariadne had reached out upset and worried. There was an anger there that Leila wasn’t sure she’d ever seen in the girl. Cass always burned, a little ember, a spark… but this was different. This was a cold fire. Her mouth hung open, about to speak the words Ariadne had told her into the open air. That there had been a hunter, that he had hurt Ariadne, and Cass had blown up as a result, burning the man almost past the point of no return. Leila couldn’t say that she blamed her. She couldn’t even say that she hadn’t done worse. The mare had done some heinous things in the name of defending the loved ones she’d found in Wicked’s Rest. She took a step forward, trying to close the strange divide between them. “I never said you did anything wrong, I said I wanted to make sure you were okay. A big difference between those two things. It’s not… easy. To go through what you both went through. It’s hard in different ways.”

Is that all? The tone mixed with the words were like a dagger straight to the chest. There was a lump in her throat, and it took all her strength to swallow it back down. She wanted to hug Cass, wrap her up in her arms and listen if she wanted to talk. Hold her like she had after they’d escaped the hellhound. Would she pull away now? Had everything changed yet again? “I… um…” Words were choking her. Leila felt like she was walking a tightrope and every word she spoke put her at risk of falling. She let her bag slide off her shoulder, fishing out a bag of cookies and a few comics she’d been meaning to give her. “I brought these- I thought we could talk… or you could talk and I could just… listen. So you wouldn’t be alone…”

But Cass wasn’t alone, was she? There was a man here with her. Some stranger who had acted as if only he had the right to be around Cass. Who had begrudgingly said he would let Cass know someone was there. She wondered if that stranger was still there, just out of her line of sight, listening to every word of the conversation. Whoever they were, something was off. Something in her gut was screaming it. Don’t trust, don’t trust…

___

A few months ago, she would have accepted this without question. She would have collapsed into Leila’s arms, would have probably cried and admitted just how afraid she’d been when that hunter sunk his blade into her best friend, when she’d been so sure she was going to lose Ariadne. Everything had seemed simpler when she could believe every word people said, but… that wasn’t the case anymore, was it? People lied. Their mouths said one thing when their hearts said nother. They left when they said they would stay, or they stayed when they wanted to go. Everyone would leave her in the end. Everyone. Hadn’t they proven it, time and time again? Leila was here now, but how long would that last? If Cass admitted that she missed the smell of burning flesh, that part of her wanted to track that man down and melt his skin from his bones, would Leila be able to look at her the same? Would anyone?

She thought of Rhett, of Chuy, of Debbie. This hunter, the one with Aria’s blood on his knife and Cass’s handprints burned into his skin, he was far from the first person Cass had ever wanted to hurt. She’d thought, before, that that part of her that wanted to hurt people was bad. She’d thought it was the kind of thing she should hide, should cover up. But why had she thought that? She remembered what her father said, remembered the timbre of his voice. Why should we care for the lives of people who want us dead? Why should she even pretend to?

“It’s easier than you might think.” There was a flatness to her tone, like a shield sitting firmly between her and Leila. She didn’t think Leila understood — how could she? She’d been hunted, too, but it felt different than what Cass went through. She couldn’t put her finger on why that was. Maybe it was the way Leila was hunted for something she’d become instead of something she’d been born. Maybe it was because Leila had had a life before she was a target, whatever that life had looked like. Or maybe it was Makaio’s voice ever-present whispering in Cass’s ear, reminding her that none of this could ever be permanent. She’d had friends over the years that were human, and she’d had friends who weren’t. She’d known undead and shifters and empaths, but how many of them had stayed? How many of them could understand what it was to feel the Earth flow through you, to feel the life in the stones beneath your feet? The only one she’d ever met who understood that was her father. Maybe he was the only one who’d ever understood her, too.

She had to make sure he stayed. Leila would leave eventually; Cass knew that. And if Leila’s departure was inevitable, she had to make sure that Makaio’s wasn’t. She had to be what he wanted her to be, even if it meant not being what Leila did. It was a difficult decision to make, but her desperation made it for her all the same.

“I already ate,” she said, glancing to the cookies. Her father had brought donuts earlier. They were stale and hard, but he’d brought them for her, and she’d eaten so many her stomach ached, even now. “You don’t — Why don’t you say what you came here to say, Leila? I know you didn’t come here for — for cookies and comics. You came here to say something, so say it.” Did Cass even need to hear it? She’d already written the ending of this conversation in her mind. Anything Leila said would translate just the same.

—

It felt like her world had just imploded.

Her ears were ringing, ringing, ringing, so much it made her want to scrunch her eyes shut. For once, the mare wished that she were the one having a nightmare. One more nightmare, that wouldn’t be so bad. It could be a hallucination, this whole dreadful scene, where Cass was staring at Leila like she had hurt her already. Like she had left. Like she was suddenly nothing. Hadn’t she promised Cass that she would never leave? Or was that some trick her too-old memory was now playing on her? Let this be a nightmare. If prayers from the undead were taken into consideration by higher powers, that would be her prayer. That this whole conversation was some trick of the mind. That she might wake up and find a Cass that wasn’t standing behind an invisible adamantine wall she had built for herself to keep people out. To keep her out.

The cookies and comics stayed held out, despite the lashing words that made her want to set them down. She was young. She was young, and probably scared out of her mind, and upset, and… Leila came up with a list of a million other excuses for the coldness aimed in her direction. Perhaps she wasn’t the person Cass wanted to see. Maybe it was Metzli- maybe Metzli could make things better, or Ariadne, or… The mare sucked in a sharp breath, forcing herself to keep her resolve. Ignore the ringing in her ears. Ignore the words if they were cold or sharp. Stay.

“I told you. I came here to listen-” Her pleas held the same sort of franticness of a bird desperate to flee a cage, wings battering repeatedly against metal bars. “I came here because I am worried about you. I came here because I love you, and I care, and I needed to check on you-” Her mouth felt dry. There was a constant falling feeling in her chest, and everything felt too heavy. She wasn’t saying anything right. Nothing was right. “I know how it feels to almost lose someone…” Her words came out in a wince. A blow torch had been her answer to thinking Metzli would be lost, last time. She heard the elder vampire’s screams still. And yet, she still felt justified in the relief of watching him turn to ashes. “I know how it feels to want to make people pay for hurting those you love. I didn’t want you to think you were alone. Because you aren’t, you aren’t alone Cass.”

It felt like she was at war with herself. Half of her wanted, so badly, to believe every word Leila said. It would be easy enough to do, wouldn’t it? But she couldn’t shake that other half, the half that remembered every single person who’d walked out on her for far less than what she’d done to that hunter. Just the look of her without her glamour had been enough to scare Kuma, who had taken her in in a way so similarly to Leila and promised never to leave in a way that had been so empty in the end. There were very few things that the parade of people who’d existed throughout Cass’s life had in common. There was, in fact, only one thread that held them all together: every single one of them walked away in the end.

So why would Leila be any different? Cass had never given her a reason to leave before, but she certainly had one now. She thought, again, of that hunter. She thought of his screams, the way they’d gotten louder and then quieter, the way she’d felt excited, in a way, when they had. She thought of Pompeii learning what lay within the mountain, thought of fire raining down and power that tasted a little too sweet. She thought of her father in the cave behind her, waiting for her to be finished here. She’d already disappointed him. She’d already let him down. Wouldn’t letting herself fall back on the childish idea that someone outside of this family could stay only add to that?

“And I told you, I’m fine. I — I didn’t do anything I shouldn’t have done. The only bad thing I did was not finishing —” She cut herself off, letting her mouth snap shut so hard that her teeth gnashed together with the force of it. Her heart was pounding, and her palms felt sweaty. Her father wasn’t worried about her. He didn’t think what she’d done was something that invited concern. Why should it be? There was nothing to worry about. “I don’t need you to check on me, or worry about me. I know I’m not alone. I have…” She trailed off, mouth snapping shut again. No. Makaio could reveal himself in his own time. Cass had let him down enough; she wouldn’t add to it. “I know I’m not alone. I don’t need you to remind me of that.”

—

She’d never seen a wildfire in person, nor watched a volcano erupt, but Leila had to imagine the anger that seemed to be threatening to swallow Cass whole was akin to the sparking, rageful heat the two natural events conjured. Cass was both the fire and the kindling. The mare feared not for the heat of the fire that seared every word, but for what would happen when the girl’s rage had run its course. What would happen when the fire cooled away, when there was nothing but ash?

“I know you don’t need me to, ma braise.” She spoke slowly, carefully. This was no time to be brash with her words. It already felt as though she were screaming into a void that would never listen. “I wanted to check on you. I needed…. You… you are my family, Cass. I choose you. No matter what. Please tell me you know that,” Despite her best efforts, there was despair hidden in those words. A side effect of being alone for as long as she had: Leila gave her love so freely and indiscriminately, but she always forgot that there was hurt that came when the ones she chose to love wrenched away. And there was Cass, sweet, bold, passionate, wonderful Cass, putting worlds of distance between them. A wall of fire, impenetrable.

“You are- you are not a bad person for being angry or for wanting to protect your friends. You aren’t wrong for what you did- It’s hard, living like we do-”

Leila said they were family, and all Cass could think of was the man in the cave behind her. She’d never known what family looked like before she’d come home to find him sitting among the stones. She’d thought she had, had convinced herself of it, but she was wrong, wasn’t she? Family was made up of people who looked like you did. She could trace her own features on her father’s face, could see herself reflected in the rocky texture of his skin and the magma burning in his veins. She loved Leila. She loved Metzli, she loved Anita and Ariadne and Van — but wasn’t it her father’s blood that ran through her? She was more like him than she could ever be like any of them, no matter how hard she tried. And like gravitated towards like, didn’t it? Ariadne and Leila shared a bond she couldn’t understand, had both had the same experience that left them the way they were. Leila and Metzli shared unbeating hearts that yearned only for each other. Anita and Metzli had a history Cass couldn’t compete with. She didn’t think she was anyone’s first choice, even if she liked to believe she might be someone’s second.

But Makaio would choose her first, wouldn’t he? Because they were family, because they shared a bond in blood. Wouldn’t it be fair, then, to choose him first, too? Wouldn’t it be the safe option? She’d disappointed him when she’d left that hunter alive, but she could do better. She could make sure he was proud, make sure he stayed that way. If she earned his love fair and square, it wouldn’t have to be a fragile thing. It wouldn’t be something she was so afraid of losing. He wouldn’t leave if she gave him a reason to stay.

Could she say the same of Leila? The mare spoke, and something ached in Cass’s chest. “I know I’m not bad for that. That’s — That’s what I’m saying. I’m already saying I’m not bad, so why are you…” She trailed off, mouth dry. Was Leila’s reassurance only there because she believed the opposite? Who was Leila trying to convince of Cass’s ‘goodness,’ here? Cass had already said that she was fine, that she’d done nothing wrong, that she was justified. So… was Leila trying to convince herself of it? Did she believe the opposite of what she was saying?

Regardless of its accuracy, that perception of rejection burned in the oread’s chest. She swallowed, her throat feeling tight. “You know what, Leila? I — I’m good here. You don’t have to stick around.” The words tasted like ash, but Cass was a volcano. Wasn’t a little ash to be expected after any eruption?

—

It was as if every good moment the two had ever had was going up in smoke. Moment after moment erased in the girl’s mind by the flames of whatever pain burned through her. Nothing Leila said was quite right, not quite good enough. At their sounding, the oread seemed to pull further and further away in herself. She hadn’t expected the conversation to turn like this, so quickly and so viciously.

The girl’s final words landed like a swift strike to the gut. Her lungs ached despite the fact that they did not need to draw air. Her eyes burned with worthless, shimmering tears, threatening to cut across her face like falling stars. I’m good here, you don’t have to stick around. Cass didn’t need to say it flat out. The context clues pointed clearly to one answer: she wanted Leila to leave. The mare and her clumsy words of attempted comfort were not needed or wanted. And what could she do? She remembered Cass had told her not so long ago that she was like a Makuahine, a mother. But there was no affection in the girl’s eyes.

Her mouth hung open with words she could not force to leave her throat. A tear streaked down her cheek. “Okay… okay.” She set the cookies and the comics down on a nearby rock, a final gesture of love that could be made without words. “I’m sorry… I will give you space if that’s what you want… but I need you to know this, and listen to me when I tell you that no matter what, I am here for you. If you need me or want me, you know where to find me…” Leila’s heart felt as if it was fracturing apart piece by piece with every word, with every moment that Cass looked at her like that. Even the last three words she spoke came out broken.

“I love you..”

___

Everything felt so twisted in her mind now, and she wasn’t sure when it had started. Things hadn’t exactly been clear, even before the hunter hurt Aria, had they? There’d been this… shadow of confusion hanging over her for the last month or so, this quiet uncertainty. It was a natural thing, she thought; her father’s arrival had completely shifted her worldview, made her go from someone who understood she’d been abandoned by everyone who was supposed to want her to someone who knew that she’d had a parent out there searching for her all this time. And he was strong, and he was proud, and he was wary. He’d been lied to so much, by so many people. He didn’t want the same for Cass.

So, was Leila lying? Cass had never thought so before. Leila cared about her, loved her. But… that was before, wasn’t it? It was easy to love someone when every aspect of who they were was edited to best fit what they thought you wanted. She’d diluted herself for so long, poured in enough sweetener to curb the bitterness. She pretended she didn’t feel glad when Andy killed the hunter that attacked Alex, acted as if she wasn’t disappointed when she learned Rhett was still alive after attacking her. She watched Nora kill Debbie in a supermarket with all the lights off, and for months afterward she pretended that that was more important than the fact that she’d made friends because of it, acted as though the ‘not telling’ part of the secret weighed more than the ‘look out for each other’ part that bound them all together.

She thought of the way Metzli thought themself a monster for the people they’d hurt while under someone else’s control, and she wondered what it said about her that no one had ever controlled her, but she hurt people anyway. She wondered what it said that she wished she’d hurt them worse. If Metzli thought they were a monster, what must they have thought of Cass? What must Leila?

Everything she said sounded honest, but Cass couldn’t help but see the asterisk at the end of each sentence. If she’d actually killed that hunter the way she’d wanted to, the way she still sort of wished she had, would Leila be here, still? Would Ariadne still have called her after, still left a voicemail when Cass didn’t pick up?

Leila said she’d go if Cass wanted her to, and the conflict in her gut made her stomach churn. She didn’t want Leila to go, but she didn’t want her to stay, either. She wanted something in between that didn’t quite exist, wanted some impossible contradiction, wanted a world where she could have this family and the one in the cave behind her. But that felt less and less likely with each passing day. It felt like she was going to have to make a choice, sooner rather than later. And hadn’t her father told her that he was the only one who’d ever really stick around? Hadn’t he said he was the only one who ever could?

Those last three words came out of Leila’s mouth, and Cass’s tongue felt heavy. Do you? She wanted to ask. Do you still? Will you tomorrow, or the next day, or a hundred years from now? Did the people of Pompeii love Mount Vesuvius? Did they think it was beautiful, even while it was erupting? Would you love me if I buried a city in ash? She knew the answer for Makaio. That was what complicated it, she thought. She knew her father would love her even after she erupted, because didn’t he understand how it felt when everything built to the point of bursting? Didn’t he have his own Pompeii somewhere? If people like Leila and Metzli and Ariadne, who were good people, who tried to be good, thought of themselves as monstrous just because of the things they were, wasn’t it inevitable that they’d think the same of Cass, too?

Every inch of her ached. She felt like she’d run a marathon or climbed a mountain, even if all she was doing was standing. She swallowed, and even that hurt. “I love you, too,” she said, and she didn’t ask any of the questions that came with it. She was too afraid of the answers. “I gotta go.” She’d been out here too long already. Wouldn’t Makaio worry? Wasn’t that what fathers did? “I… Can you tell Aria I’m sorry?”

—

Every moment of silence between them felt like dying again. She could recall the feeling, even after two centuries. It was an ache that slowly bit into her, hollowed her out little by little until nothing inside of her was left to fight it. But dead things like her could not die again- at least, not of heartbreak. Cass had unwittingly grown up into her life, like ivy weaving its way up the side of a building, latching roots into the little cracks of her heart. With every little bit the girl pulled away, the mare felt herself rip, rip, rip until those cracks were open wounds. Invisible to the eye, but there. Always there.

The four words that broke the silence made her world shake, crumble, rattle like the crust of the earth beneath her would simply swallow her up. Up and down were muddled, love and loss were jumbled up together. She was going to break. Two hundred years and she was going to shatter into dust, and no blade ever had to strike at her neck. I love you too. Four words, and Leila couldn’t tell if they were said in honesty, or if they had merely parrotted back. She wouldn’t blame Cass. Words were easy to repeat. And they could be a shield to hide behind, if you needed one.

Her place in the girl's life was officially a question mark. Half of the mare wondered if she would ever see her again, if Cass would actually reach out, or if this was a strange goodbye with no finality. She swallowed, that glass-shard feeling scratching up her throat. “I’ll tell her.” And then, “I promise.” for good measure. Isn’t that what she could weigh fact on? A promise? A bargain? A promise was not just a word if it could be claimed. Though, perhaps the promise of love and care could not be claimed. It simply had to be believed. And belief was such a fragile thing.

She would not say goodbye. The word was sour on her tongue, and if it was goodbye, she didn’t want to believe it. Not yet. And so, with a sad smile, tears burning her eyes with their wishes to be set free, she forced herself to speak some other words into the air.

“I’ll see you soon, Mon étincelle… I’ll see you soon.”

—

A promise. Months ago — weeks, even — Cass would have shattered the bind instantly, without another thought. She would have said you don’t have to promise me anything, would have scolded Leila for forgetting just how heavy that word could be. She thought of Kuma, of the way the promise she’d made and broken to Cass had eaten away at her until there was nothing left but an empty estate sale. That used to fill her with guilt, used to strangle her with it. But now… It wasn’t her fault, was it? If people made promises, they should keep them. They shouldn’t throw the word around like it was nothing, like it meant nothing. Kuma promised to stay, and she hadn’t. Whatever happened because of that happened thanks to her choices, not Cass’s.

The same would be true for Leila. It wasn’t a big promise, really. It was a simple one, an easy one. All Leila had to do was talk to Ariadne, and who wouldn’t want to do that? Ariadne was easy to talk to. Ariadne was easy to love. It was Cass who was the problem, Cass who everyone always walked away from. Or… almost everyone. She leaned unconsciously back towards the mouth of the cave, away from Leila. The quiet fluttering in her stomach informing her of nearby fae used to come with such dread, but it was a comfort now. No one loved you like family, her father told her. Other people would walk away, every time. Ariadne would fall to a hunter someday, when Cass was not around to stop it. Metzli would abandon her the same way they had before, and Leila loved them too much not to go right along with them.

Her human friends would die, her immortal friends would leave. But Cass wouldn’t be alone. Not anymore, not ever again. Makaio was here, and he loved her. He wanted her in his life, he appreciated her. Shouldn’t she do whatever it took to make sure that wasn’t misplaced? Didn’t she have to?

“Okay,” she agreed, and she made the bind. It felt wrong, but only for a moment. Only for a moment, before that fluttering in her stomach reminded her of who she was, of what she was. Makaio thought it was their right to do things like this, and shouldn’t Cass agree? Wasn’t it better if she did?

Leila said she’d see her soon, and Cass wondered if it was true. The end never quite felt like the end when it was happening, did it? It wasn’t like in a movie, where the music swelled up and the plot points all tied together perfectly to wrap things up in a nice little bow. It wasn’t like in a comic book, where you could count the pages you had left. In real life, people walked away and it seemed normal. It seemed temporary, but only until they didn’t come back. Only until they stayed away.

Cass took a step back into the cave, and then another. She swallowed, turning away as she made her way back towards Makaio. “See you later, Leila,” she replied, and it burned her tongue like a lie.

She wondered if Mount Vesuvius had grieved like this.

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Mysterious Beginnings - Bakugou

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Bakugou glared at the clock and began pacing another lap around his office. Deku was supposed to be back almost an hour ago. The idiot hadn't responded to any of the texts he'd sent, and his calls went straight to voicemail. Deku wasn't the type to ignore his phone, and Bakugou was going to give him an earful about it.

The trouble started a few weeks ago when the League suddenly got a lot more active than they had been for a while. Arson. Theft. The villain organization was causing chaos just for the sake of chaos, which was a bad sign. He sensed something bigger was happening behind the scenes, and that's why Deku had gone to a meeting with Ingenium, Creati, and a few of their other former classmates to discuss some information that might prove useful.

Bakugou normally would have gone with him. He hated being idle, especially when it came to his hero work, but he stayed at the agency in case they got a call. Numerous agencies around the city were working on the current situation, but he knew none of them had as much of a chance against the L.o.V. as the two of them. He and Deku had been on the front lines of this battle since it started, and he swore they'd be the ones to finish it.

He stopped in front of the window, staring down at the city. The sunset washed the world in a soft glow; the skyline haloed in gold with rose-hued banks of clouds peeking between the silhouette of buildings. It looked peaceful, but he knew looks were deceiving. As the sun sank lower on the horizon, the shadows in the streets grew longer and deeper, and those shadows hid secrets that threatened the lives of every person in Japan.

When Shigaraki and the rest of his cronies made their reappearance, they had someone new with them. The guy looked like he was in his mid-twenties. He was a skilled fighter and not too keen on talking about himself. They didn't even know his name yet. His combat style revolved around speed, agility, and a stupid amount of acrobatics, which made him hard to hit and impossible to catch. None of the heroes saw him use any sort of visible quirk, so they were assuming his power might be connected to his over-the-top physical prowess.

Bakugou hated assuming.

His phone buzzed, and he was quick to answer when he saw Midoriya's number flash across the screen. "Where the hell have you been, Deku?" he snarled even as his chest tightened. He wasn't superstitious, but he *knew* something bad was coming. It was just a matter of figuring out how bad things were going to get. "Yeah, yeah! I'm already on my way."

He was stepping inside the elevator before he hung up the phone. Deku's update was brief, but the urgency came through loud and clear. Dabi and his mysterious accomplice had popped up in Kamino Ward about fifteen minutes earlier and started causing trouble. Deku made the call seconds before engaging the villains, and he said Todoroki was nearby.

"Like hell I'm gonna let those two have all the fun."

People pointed and called out as pro hero Dynamight took to the skies. A smirk curled the corner of his lips but faded quickly as the scent of smoke caught his attention. Sirens cut through the humid evening air. Calls would be going out to every agency in the area; rescue teams dispatched to facilitate the evacuation of citizens from the primary danger zone. A number of shelters had been built in the ward following the Kamino Incident that took place years ago. The memory agitated a sore spot on Bakugou's ego. He gritted his teeth and picked up speed.

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The sun dipped below the edge of the world moments before his arrival. Night hadn't fallen fully, but dust and smoke blotted out the last vestiges of daylight, casting an unnatural darkness over a diameter of several blocks. A column of blue fire engulfed a nearby building. The screech of twisting metal filled the air as a fire escape broke away from the wall and plummeted to the ground. Deku shouted something indecipherable to Todoroki just before it crashed into the pavement. For several seconds, the ringing drowned out the sounds of roaring flames and crumbling bricks.

The crack of splitting pavement added to the cacophony as a twenty-foot ice wall tore the street in two from one end of the block to the next before colliding with a barricade of cerulean fire. Steam erupted from the point of impact and swallowed the entire block.

Bakugou grumbled at the noise and struggled to find their opponents through the fog. The heat of Dabi's flames combined with the cloud of debris made it hard to breathe. He hoped the civilians made it to safety. On his way to the location, he'd noticed a number of skirmishes beyond the main battlefield.

"It's like they're making it a point to keep everyone else out..."

No one tried to stop him even though he'd approached the site on foot.

A flash of movement caught his attention - nothing more than a blur in the corner of his eye - but he heard a peal of laughter and recognized it from their last fight. It was definitely the newest member of the League of Villains.

Small explosions began to pop in the palm of his hand. Bakugou chuckled. He was itching for a fight.

"Dynamight! Get down!"

Deku's voice cut through the mayhem, and Bakugou dropped to a crouch. They'd fought side-by-side long enough that he didn't stop to question it. A burst of blue fire shot over his head and struck a nearby car, setting it ablaze.

"Son of a -!"

He threw a series of blasts in the direction the flame-user should have been based on the trajectory of the attack. A sudden gust of wind cleared the air in the immediate area a moment before the Wing Hero dropped into the fray.

Hawks grinned. "I got your call."

Bakugou huffed, doing a quick assessment. Deku was running towards him from the right with Todoroki close behind him. The Blue Flame leaned against a telephone pole on the far side of the street, arms crossed over his chest with a smile on his face that put Bakugou's nerves on edge.

"Do it now!" Dabi called.

More laughter echoed from somewhere above them. The next minute played out in slow motion. Bakugou turned his head and lifted his gaze to find the nameless villain standing on the awning of a small convenience store. He gave a small nod, one arm making a dramatic sweep as the grin he wore grew wider.

A low buzz filled Bakugou's ears, and the ground beneath him vibrated. He swore when he realized he couldn't move. His body grew heavy, and began to sink into the concrete. At least, he thought that's what was happening. The pulling sensation grew stronger as each second ticked away.

He heard the others yelling and watched the space in front of his eyes distort.

"What's happening, damn it!"

The guy on the awning looked amused at first, but his expression shifted as the store beneath him began to ripple. His eyes widened, and his mouth fell open as the building flickered like some kind of hologram.

"I'm gonna kill him."

That was Bakugou's last thought before the world went dark.

#bnha #mha #our genshin academia #fanfiction #fanfic #mha fanfiction #genshin impact #crossover #bakugou katsuki #keigo takami #izuku midoriya #shoto todoroki #touya todoroki #mha dabi #mha hawks #mysterious beginnings

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nedpng · 10 months ago

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i have something i have been needing to kinda vent abt and this is my private echo chamber bc i have no clout but also i think enough time has passed for me to be able to talk abt it

in sept 2022 my someone i considered my best friend was arrested for a heinous crime. it quite literally changed my life overnight bc this friend and i had what i considered a great life. they were living in their apartment with their gf, their job sucked but it paid amazing, and they were pretty and popular in various community spaces. i was enjoying my life too bc i enjoyed my job in the mountains, loved my coworkers,my family was having a peaceful period, and i was enjoying being single again after my relationship with that one crazy bitch. the queen died that morning (memes were crazy) and i was driving home from work, excited to smoke weed and lay in bed before my weekend started (my job was a 4/10 at a mental health clinic, so i was off fridays+weekends). and then exbesties gf messaged the gc and told us that exbestie was arrested. i immediately messaged the gf, who i call Roomie when i talk abt her on here, to stay put and i drove over to figure out what happened. everything was confusing and there was a lot of information that wasnt lining up. two of our other friends came over and for support and after talking we put the pieces together and realized that whatever exbestie was arrested for… was probably actually true. (in the spring of 2023 they ended up being convicted and found guilty on two counts of … crimes against a minor ☹️)

Roomie n i ended leaning on eachother for a lot of support (i was the bsf and she was the gf). we ended up having romantic feelings for eachother and i honestly struggled with it at first bc i felt like i was betraying my best friend (exbestie is dead to me now). Roomie ended up having a housing crisis bc the income was gone bc exbestie is in jail. we were both having mental health issues and are frankly traumatized by the event. craziness ensued, i lived in that apartment with Roomie for a few months before i had to move us in with my parents (both my parents ended up sick and needing different surgeries and were out of work for months). more chaos bc my parents (dad) are controlling and emotionally abusive. roomie had a mental health crisis and had to be hospitalized for a while last summer. covid hit the house. ive been dealing with untreated pstd. my beloved childhood cat passed away. holidays were tense and sad. i struggled with feeling motivated or hopeful or happy for a long time because of everything.

anyways … currently roomie n i are in love and living with my parents. its not easy and we want to plan to save up and move out again, so we are taking small steps at a time. its hard to feel motivated or have any hope at all, but i love Roomie very much and being with her fills me with happiness and joy and i daydream (with limits) about the day we move out of my parents place and get to be together in our own space and free to live how we want. i have a lot of debt due to my massive manic episode in 2019 but im taking small steps to crawl out of it. anyways

#nedspeak #long ass vent sorry #uhhh some general content warnings… i keep everything kinda vague tho

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casspurrjoybell-21 · 1 year ago

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Pirate Chains - Volume 1 - Strong Tides

*Warning Adult Content*

Chapter 10 - Breaking Ice with Fire - Part 1

Nyx

I felt uneasy and exposed as the two pirates suddenly stepped into the cabin, startling me. I couldn't help but feel self-conscious as I stood by the window, topless and feeling vulnerable. The pirates looked different than Maren or Ace, their appearances more fitting of the stereotypical pirate. I couldn't shake the fear that they were here to deliver me to slavery or something worse.

The first pirate had a ghoulish appearance, with messy long hair that went in every possible direction, a beard far from groomed and eyes that seemed to glare at everything around him. To my relief, when he came in, he stopped for a second to look at me, then looked away and never looked again.

The second pirate, on the other hand, had a skinny build, long pale face and straight brown hair. He kept glaring at me from the moment he saw me, making me feel even more uncomfortable. They moved around the cabin, changing the bed sheets, filling the lamps and wiping down various surfaces. The larger pirate replaced the bucket and chamber pot with clean ones, while the other pirate moved about while keeping his eyes on me the entire time. He was so creepy and made me feel uneasy.

None of them spoke to me and I returned the favor, not wanting to engage with them. When they finished, the larger pirate carried the bucket and dirty sheets and headed out, while the creepy one just stood there in the middle of the cabin, staring at me. I couldn't wait for them to leave so I could have some peace and privacy. It was strange and uncomfortable when the other person turned around and said to his friend...

"Ken, let's go."

Ken walked a few steps back and gave me a sly grin before leaving. I felt a sense of relief once they were gone. For the rest of the day, I spent my time observing the waves and the sky through the window. I could hear various sounds, including people moving, talking and laughing. Occasionally, I would hear Agenor giving commands, which made me feel uneasy. With a sigh, I continued to watch the waves. It appeared that tonight would bring strong winds and possibly a storm by the following day.

- Agenor -

The day passed without incident. Everyone diligently performed their duties and avoided interacting with me, likely still shaken by the previous day's events. Though I didn't intend for them to be so cautious around me, I took a certain satisfaction in it. I occasionally licked my lips, savoring the remnants of yesterday's sweetness. I wondered what Nyx, who was currently locked in my cabin, was thinking or doing. I knew the chain would prevent him from causing any harm but the memory of his attempted suicide in front of me lingered.

Despite his dire circumstances, Nyx retained his fierce pride and arrogance, a trait that I found intriguing. I doubted I would ever see that look again and I smirked at the thought of such a proud man being brought low by a simple chain and collar. I felt someone approaching me from behind. It was probably Ace. I wiped the smirk off my face and asked...

"Did you treat his head?"

"I did, captain. He also ate. He was very hungry, which means he's recovering," Ace replied.

"Good," I said curtly.

Ace stood there, waiting for further instructions for a moment before turning to leave. But before he could go, I asked...

"Riddle me this, Ace. How could Nyx know about our current destination?" When I received no response I added...

"Who the hell could have told him that we're heading to guarded shores?"

"He knows?" Ace asked, surprised.

"He told me himself," I said.

With my grip on his neck, he said...

'We'll be soon arriving at guarded shores and I was going to get Regina and speed ahead of you'.

"He was quite certain as well. A bit too lucky for a guess, don't you think?"

"I don't think anyone could have..."

"Until yesterday, I thought he spoke to no one but you, Ace," I interrupted.

"I didn't say anything. You know I wouldn't speak to outsiders unless given permission," Ace replied.

"Well, clearly someone did. Either you or one of those hooligans behind us," I said, my voice growing more and more frustrated.

Ace gave no response or complaint.

"You're supposed to make sure my orders are applied to the letter," I said.

"I'm certain he spoke to no one, Agenor," Ace said.

I cut him off.

"What about the other prisoners? Do they know?"

"Everyone is following the orders with the captured crew. Only water and bread, no talking. As you commanded, they now think you let the nobleman free and he escaped with his ship. I don't think they heard anything during last night's accident either. It's hard to hear from inside the cell down there," he replied.

"I hope you're right, Ace. It would be interesting to cut some tongues around here, though. Try to find out if the prisoners know anything more than what we told them. And keep a closer eye on our mates," I said.

"Aye, captain," Ace said before leaving.

The day passed smoothly, with everyone occupied with their tasks. Martina, in particular, looked cleaner than she had in a while. As night approached, the crew had dinner and started drinking. I noticed Baril bringing my dinner to my cabin. The winds were picking up and I looked to Maren, who I trusted to keep watch tonight as we approached busier waters. A particularly strong gust hit the deck and without a word, Maren quickly tied himself to the mast, showing his intelligence and quick thinking. I gave him a small nod and he grinned like a fool. Such a child.

I headed to my cabin and opened the door to find Nyx standing by the window, staring intently at something in his hand. He tensed when he saw me and quickly turned to avoid my gaze. Curious, I glanced at his hand to see it was his silver necklace. I hadn't had a chance to examine it properly yesterday. He continued to stare out the window, although there was nothing to see but the dark sea and sky. Even his own ship was sailing beside us and I doubted he could see it from the window. I closed the door and walked over to my dinner, which was set on the table. I took off my boots and tossed my leather jacket onto one of the boxes. I pulled up a chair and sat down to eat.

"If you don't eat, the cook might feel offended," I teased.

He didn't respond, instead glancing down at the plate by his feet before sitting with his back against the wall and picking it up. I couldn't help but smirk at his obedience.

"Come over here, Nyx. Join me for dinner," I invited.

Still, no response.

"I know you're used to luxury and comfort but we play the hand we're dealt, right?"

I pushed a chair out from the table and repeated my invitation. His eyes were fixed on his covered plate and I could see his jaw tense in frustration. My words were clearly getting to him but I couldn't understand why he was so annoyed. I was being friendly, wasn't I?

"So, I see you like the floor," I smirked.

"I bet you didn't get to sit on it much in your fancy mansion, huh? Or eat barehanded. I bet you only used silverware."

My teasing had definitely pushed him over the edge. He glared at me with infuriated eyes.

"That's it," I exclaimed.

"That's all the nice I can be with your attitude. Are you that eager for another punishment tonight? When will you learn to obey and quit the attitude? You're acting like a child."

His eyes widened in shock and he finally spoke.

"Me? A child? Are you an idiot or pretending to be one?"

I was taken aback by his insult.

'Idiot? Did he just call me an idiot?'

"You treat me like a dog and rub it in my face. I can't reach that far. You made sure of it," he said, yanking the chain, clearly frustrated.

It dawned on me that he probably couldn't walk far.

'Damn it, I am an idiot', I thought to myself.

He turned away from me, looking insulted. His tongue was sharp as ever. I grabbed my own dinner and sat beside him. He looked at me in confusion, inching away from me. I moved closer and our bare shoulders touched. He immediately moved away.

"Why are you sitting here? What do you want now?"

"This is still my cabin and my ship. I can sit and do whatever I want," I replied.

He glared at me, so I continued...

"I told you. I want to have dinner with you. Dinner is better with company, don't you think?"

"I require no such thing. Just go back to your table and leave me alone," he retorted.

'Gods, he's acting like a child. A cute one, though,' I thought to myself refraining from sighing wistfully.

"I was planning to lend you this," I said, holding out the fork from my plate.

He looked at it and his expression softened.

"But if you want me to leave you alone then..." I trailed off, preparing to stand.

"W-wait," he stammered.

He hesitated before reluctantly asking...

"May I?"

I hid a victorious smirk and handed him the fork. He uncovered his plate and started eating immediately.

'See, that pride could've kept you hungry all night,' I thought to myself but decided to let him eat in peace.

As I watched him, I couldn't help but think that the collar and gray bandana looked perfect on him. They made him look more like a pirate. The thought of him as a pirate was quite the vision. He suddenly stopped and seemed to become aware of my stare.

"You need this back?" he asked, holding out the fork with his mouth full.

I chuckled and replied with a hint of sarcasm.

"I require no such thing."

He lifted an eyebrow in protest of my sarcasm. He chewed slowly and warily. I decided to stop staring and let him finish his dinner, so I turned my attention to my own plate and ate it barehanded. He watched me warily for a few seconds before resuming his meal.

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sexylil-doll · 2 years ago

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Je t’aime

Prince Jay x Queen Reader

Nothing could make you feel better than being free and out of royal problems. Being a young queen was not easy for you. Everything needs to be perfect, having to do something just to prove your strength and power.

It was currently eight in the morning, you were inside a carriage on the way to the heart of your Kingdom to pay a visit. It was your monthly routine even before you were crowned as the queen.

You were still young when your mother and father died from the accident. You were trained how to reign your kingdom and how to be a responsible queen at a young age.

Ever since you became a queen, you were always busy doing all your responsibilities and duty as the young queen. You never got enough time for your self.

Once the carriage arrives at the heart of your kingdom, people crowded your carriage, getting excited to once again meet you after a month. Letting out a heavy sigh before stepping out as one of your Knights in duty opened the carriage door.

You smile warmly at the townspeople as they greet you wholeheartedly. You roamed around the town and heard other people's problems and decided already inside your head what to do with it and on how to deal with it.

You made a mental note about their problems and any other things that needed your help. While you were busy talking and hearing about the towns people's problem, you never noticed the hawk eyes watching you while you converse with your people.

Ever since you arrived downtown the hawk eyes never leave your figure. "Do you know her?" His friend, Prince Heeseung asked, now looking at your busy figure. Jay nodded his head, still focused on your figure who was now happily conversing with the small children.

How could he not. You were known in every kingdom for being the youngest queen to ever rule one of the biggest and powerful kingdom.

"How could he not? She was the youngest queen to ever rule a kingdom this wide and powerful." (Hs y/n) butt in.

They weren't wearing anything that could recognize them as royals, instead they wore commoners clothes to roam around your kingdom freely. They were staring at you as you walk around gracefully.

All Jay could do was to stare at your mesmerizing beauty that could attract anyone. You were busy talking to the children around you when your eyes met a brown sparkly orbs. His eyes reminds you of a hawks eyes. Sharp but beautiful.

His features look so familiar like you've seen him somewhere before, but can't pin point where. If it weren't for the middle-aged woman who blocked your view of him, you wouldn't have averted your gaze away.

"Your highness?" You look up from the thing you were doing to your personal servant. Raising your brow at him,he just bows down his head handing you a neatly folded piece of parchment.

With curiosity clearly written on your face, you opened the folded paper and read the notes written on it. Your brows raise after reading it. It was an invitation from Belift kingdom.

They were throwing a party for a surprise announcement. It will be two days from now, and another event was listed on your checklist.

You let out a heavy sigh, massaging your temple. You want to cry out of frustration. You can't take this much responsibility on your shoulder. It was too much for you.

You're still young and you want to be free, but what can you do? The responsibility that was left unfinished by your parents should be passed down to you as you were the only ruler of your kingdom.

Besides the pressure your responsibility was giving you, you’re also task to meet other Princes form other neighboring kingdom to find someone suited to be your husband and will be the next king of your kingdom that will rule with you.

Sometimes you wish to be a commoner. A simple and peaceful life you always want.

It was already the day of the event. You were inside your carriage on the way to the castle of Belift Kingdom. It was the first time you will set foot in their kingdom.

Your family were once invited to the wedding of their first Prince but you were not able to attend such an event because you were visiting other neighboring kingdom far from Belift.

When your carriage arrives at the said kingdom, you can't help but to admire the magical palace standing proudly as lights surrounding the area, making it look more magical.

One Knight opened your door as you slowly and carefully stepped out. Your personal servant fixed your dress as you flash her a warm smile, thanking her.

"Queen Y/n Vera, from the Kingdom of Historia has arrived!" The messenger announced as the giant double oak door to the main hall opened widely for you to enter. Almost everyone inside the room looked at your way, some stopped what they were doing just to stare at you.

The look of admiration, envy, surprised, and amazement, was evident on every face of the people inside as they stared at you.

You walked around admiring the beautiful and elegant hall of Belift Castle. Despite your castles being twice bigger than theirs, the castle itself was much warmer than yours and more lively. Oh how you wish to live in this kind of palace.

“Your Highness, it was a pleasure meeting you.” The Great Queen of Belift Kingdom does her courtesy in front of you startling you a bit.

You immediately bow down before flashing her a warm smile. “Thank you, your Majesty. I am pleased to be here today.”

“Would you like to meet my first prince and his wife? They’re right by the corner.” She held your arm pulling you to where her son is. You don’t want to be rude so you just let her pull you along.

She pulled you to the corner where princes were busily talking and laughing with one another. One of the princes was talking to a princess dressed in a pink ballgown.

“Heeseung, son.”

The queen called to someone in the circle of seven princes but all of them looked at you and the queen’s direction. You were now confused about whom she was calling.

Roaming your eyes around their circle you must say that they have such amazing visuals. You didn’t know who they were, but you were sure all of them came from a royal family based on their elegant and unique style of dressed robes.

One of the prince stepped out followed by the only princess in their group. The prince kissed the queen’s cheeks as the princess hugged her. Upon looking at their interaction, you somehow missed your late mother.

“This is Queen Y/n Vera, from Historia. Your Highness, this is my son Prince Heeseung and her wife Princess (Hs y/n).” The queen introduces them proudly.

Prince Heeseung and her wife do their courtesies as you simply nod your head to do yours respectfully.

“These were also the Princes from the kingdom of the southern part.” The Queen introduces you to the other remaining princes that were standing just right behind.

You were a little bit taken on how the Queen herself introduce the other Princes even though it wasn’t her job to do so.

“Prince Jungwon, of Castria. It was a pleasure meeting you, Your Majesty.”

“Prince Jake, of Octavia.”

“Prince Sunghoon, of Espassioverde.”

“Prince Niki, of Belift.”

“Prince Sunoo, of Belift.”

As all five of them do their courtesies, the one remaining prince stood behind. Your eyes met as you were confused why didn’t he introduce himself. He was just intensely looking at you as if he was trying to memorize every bit of you.

When everyone has already cleared out in front of you he stepped up making your heartbeat more than its normal beating. Once he was already inch across you he stopped on his tracks. his eyes never leave yours as he bowed down.

“Prince Jay, of Hybe. A pleasure meeting you, My Majesty.” He held your hand with gentleness, as if it was like a fragile crystal as he placed a gentle feather light kiss on the back of it.

You admired how he treated you with so much care. You never seen someone look at you with so much admiration in their eyes before like how he was looking at you right now.

You feel something inside your stomach stirred while staring at his beautiful brown orbs. You never thought someone could make you feel like there was a hoard of butterflies flying around inside your stomach.

The night continues as you and Prince Jay become inseparable. He took you anywhere in the castle giving you little tours and keeping you company the whole time. It was the first time in your life that you wished the time would stop so you could have more time with him.

But sadly, everything comes to an end when the clock strikes twelve as your carriage arrives. It was like the iconic scene in Cinderella how the prince and her part ways, but yours and Jay was kind of different.

He walked you to your carriage and helped you in. Your heart flattered once more at his gentleman gestures. You never felt this way before and you feel giddy about this new feeling you’ve discover. You wanted to feel it again, with him.

“Will I ever meet you again?” you asked him all of the sudden after fixing your dress.

His right arm held the door of your carriage as he stared at you for a moment. His eyes never leave yours as he flashed his beautiful smile that made your stomach churn.

“I’ll visit you in your kingdom, Your Majesty.”

“Is that a promise?”

“It is a promise, My majesty.”

He took a step forward as he gently held your hand and kissed the back of it. He lightly caressed your cheek before slowly stepping away from the door, but before he could even close the door completely he stared at you flashing his ever so sweet smile.

“Have a safe trip, Your Majesty.”

#ROYAL AU #enhypen x female reader #Prince Jay #angst #enhypen fluff

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princ-essvt · 3 years ago

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IDK What To Title This...

Anime/Manga: Tokyo Revengers

Genre: Lemon/Smut

Pairings: Bonten-Sanzu Haruchiyo x f!reader

Rating: Mature

Summary: You, the wife of Akashi Takeomi, the advisor of Bonten, catch your husband committing adultery.

Note: I'm new to Tumblr and this is my very first post so I apologize for any spelling mistakes or errors you might encounter. Enjoy😉

Warning: Harsh language, mature content, drug use, prostitutes, etc.

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" YOU B*TCH MOTHERF*CKER! " You cussed, screaming, as a vase flew across the room and shattered against the far wall.

Your scumbag of a husband, Akashi Takeomi, scrambled to put on his pants as the prostitute he cheated on you with whimpered under the bed sheets with pure fear. She was someone you knew, not very well, but you saw her at work.

" Really, you puta madre? I expected this from you, but with my f*cking colleague?? " Anger boiled over as your body fumed with rage.

" Darling, please. Let's talk about this- " Takeomi began.

" YOU DUMB A$$!! I'VE BEEN THE ONLY ONE F*CKING TALKING! " Another item, this time, a small painting, was grabbed off the wall as you flung it at your husband.

The stripper that worked at your club attempted to sneak out of the bed to leave but you acted swiftly and snatched the handgun from off the bedside table, firing a warning shot close to the wh*re's head.

" Puta de mierda, " you mumbled, "GET BACK IN THE BED! I'M NOT FINISHED YET! "

Her shaky cries filled the room as you turned your attention back to Akashi, the gun pointing to him now as he put his hands up instantly.

" Woahh babe. Calm down there- "

" DO NOT TELL ME TO CALM DOWN YOU F*CKING COCKROACH "

A shy knock sounded at the door, causing the couple to pause in their current positions. A creak appeared in the entrance as the view of Sano Manjiro and Sanzu Haruchiyo stepped into the scene.

" Mind fighting in f*cking peace? " Sanzu, Bonten's number 2, grumbled, " We've got people tied up for disposal downstairs and it's annoying to hear your voices while working. "

" Suck my imaginary c*ck, you pink-haired f*ck. " You were too angry, but were able to tone down your voice to a harsh growl instead of a shout.

Caught off guard by your response, Sanzu's eyes blinked rapidly as he stuttered for words underneath his black mask. Mikey on the other hand, didn't say anything as he bit into his taiyaki.

" That's it. " You were the first to break the silence, wrapping your right hand around your ring finger, " We're over, Takeomi. Don't call me again, don't visit me, don't even LOOK AT ME! "

" ... "

"You know, her loose p*ssy isn't going to be small enough for your tiny d*ck. "

You heard a silent snort as Sanzu tried to hide his sudden amusement.

" Love, please... Don't do this. I promise, I won't make this mistake again- " Akashi blurted, attempting to fix the problem.

" You son of a b*tch. If I see you again, I'll carve your head like a pumpkin and make a f*cking pie out of your organs. " Tossing your wedding ring into the air, you took aim and shot the shiny object into multiple pieces as metal clinked on the floor. Once the damage was done, you threw away the weapon and marched out of the room, the sound of your high heels fading with each step.

" Sanzu, leave me. I'd like to have a word with Takeomi. " Mikey whispered. Hesitantly, Haruchiyo nodded and exited, shutting the door behind him. " You can go now. " Mikey spoke in a cold tone as the stripper from earlier rushed out.

You exited the building under the dark, chilly night, still upset about the event which had just occurred. Your emotions were so loud that you failed to hear someone following you.

After walking through the streets for about forty minutes, you arrived at your destination: Haitani Ran's strip club, also known as, your place of work. You stomped up to the bouncer as his eyes flashed with familiarity.

" Mrs. Akashi. " He bowed, " I thought you had gone home for the night. "

" It's just Ms. L/n now. " you answered with a sad smile, " is Daisuke in there? "

" Yep, he's at the bar like always. Come on in. "

Stepping aside, the bouncer guided you into the building as the deafening music filled your ears and thoughts. Heading straight for the bar, you slammed your purse down on the counter and hopped onto one of the stools.

" Y/n? Hey, thought you went... home. " Taking notice of your swollen eyes, the bartender took the hint and handed you a bottle of your favorite alcoholic beverage and a glass. Denying the glass, you tilted your head back as you chugged from the bottle, half of the contents gone once you set it back down.

" Oh, Daisuke, sweetie. It was AWFUL! " you sobbed, " He really WAS cheating! And with that... that B*TCH! "

" 'That b*tch'...? " he said in a cautious tone.

" I don't even know the little sh*t's name... I think her stage name is 'Honey'... "

" Ah, her... "

You continued to rant, unaware that Daisuke had returned to the bar and someone else had taken a seat next to you.

" You know what? F*ck that d*ckhead. Why the hell am I even crying over him? You're right, Daisuke, I'm gonna live my life and have fun without that idiot. " Taking another swig of your bottle, you handed the rest to the man beside you. " Let's f*cking go! "

Sanzu sat in his seat, absolutely speechless as he gripped the bottle of liquor you handed him. His gaze following your every movement, eyes opening even more as he watched you rip off your blazer and expose your revealing work outfit.

With an energetic shout, you hopped on one of the poles as men's stares all turned to you. Sure you were a stripper, but never once did the thought of sleeping with a customer ever cross your mind. Slipping your body on the platform, you began to undress, pairing your movements to the tempo of the song.

" Oh man... she's drunk again.. " Daisuke groaned from behind Sanzu.

" Uh huh... " The pink-haired man finished off your bottle as he stood up and made his way over to you.

Moving around the platform, you collected tips in your bra strap from the horny men up front. Sanzu shoved his way through the crowd until he was in front of you and both your eyes met.

" Bubblegum!~ " You called cheerfully. Normally, he'd hate it when other's called him that, but for some reason, didn't mind it this time.

Reaching out, he pulled gently on your laced thong and slipped a 10,000¥ tip in your crotch, smirking.

With a giggle, you sat on the platform and drunkenly wrapped your limbs around Sanzu's torso, allowing him to carry you out of the crowd while ignoring the jealous looks of the other guys.

" Sigh, my love... I missed you. " Your slurred words pulled the strings of his insides as he climbed upstairs to the second floor, seating the both of you on one of the couches.

" You're drunk, Y/n. I'm not 'love' " Sanzu explained, but you stopped him, pressing your index finger against his lips as you stared at him, hard.

" What kind of weak puta do you think I am? I'm more sober than you, dummy. " Before he could reply, you closed the distance between your lips, shoving your tongue into his mouth as he grabbed at your hips. You could feel him hardening up under you as you broke free of the kiss and slid onto the ground in between his legs. " What? Never done it in public before? "

You unzip his pants and immediately wrap your mouth around his length, hearing a small moan escape the gangster's lips. Soon, you were taking his c*ck in and out of your mouth, gently massaging his balls with your hands as Sanzu began to moan louder, throwing his head back over the couch in pleasure.

" F*ck... " he moaned, popping a pill into his mouth and swallowing. He was about to c*m when a male voice shouted, interrupting the moment.

" OI! GET A ROOM, F*CKERS! "

Annoyed at the disturbance, Sanzu pulled out his gun and fired a shot through the roof, causing the entire upper floor to flee and clear out. " F*cking pests... " he grumbled.

Without warning he lifted your head off his lap and picked you up, positioning you at the railing as he pulled down your panties and teased you with the tip of his length. The club music continued to blast through both your ears as he pushed inside, your legs suddenly wobbly from his size as he groaned and forced it all in. You shouted in both pain and pleasure, the noises drowned out by the beat of the song, as he grabbed your hips and began moving.

" You're tight, love. " Sanzu whispered into your ear as he continued pumping inside you. His hand moved up your back and into your hair as he latched his fingers around it and tugged. Your juices flowed over him as he pulled out and finished next, letting out on your bare back. " On the couch, darling. "

Laying down on your back, Sanzu crawled on top as he admired every bit of your figure. Slipping his hand underneath you, he un-clipped your bra and tugged it off your chest, feasting on the sight of your soft breasts. Bringing his scarred mouth down, he wrapped his lips around your right nipple, then your left, biting both as you squeezed his arms with your hands.

" You're cute when your struggling beneath me. "

You could feel yourself stretch again as he pushed back inside you, your chest bouncing with each movement as he played with your mounds in his palms. His mouth suckled on your neck, leaving purple bruises to mark his territory. A couple hickeys later, Sanzu lifted himself up and grabbed both your legs, flinging them onto his shoulders as he resumed, your hands grabbing tightly at the couch. With each thrust, you forgot about your divorce with Takeomi and fell more in love with the man before you. His pace quickened as he neared his climax, pounding you violently until finally releasing his sp*rm inside you. Laying down on top of your body, you ran your fingers through his long hair, as both of you breathed heavily.

" I have private rooms for a reason, but I'm not complaining. Free p*rn is free p*rn. " Ran's voice said, our gazes shifting to the other chair where he sat with a smirk on his face.

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cozycottagetarot · 3 years ago

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Who's Coming In & Why? (General)

Here’s the thing… I'd love to tell you this is all love and friendships, but it’s not. It’s more of a who’s coming in to help you move forward.

Still, I’m posting it because it may still resonate with some people.

However, I will do a second reading of the same topic in the future focusing on love and friendships in particular.

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PILE 1 — The Inspiration

Energy surrounding them: Queen of Pentacles

I see this as being some person you need to move you forward, be it a general mentor, someone with a career, or someone to get you motivated to get up and take action (the latter comes through strongest) . They could be well off, not necessarily lavishly rich, but more so in the sense of being a better situation than you. There could be a nurturing or gentle energy to them as well.

The vibes I get: Vision boards, goals, goal setting, power move

Why they’re coming in? The Empress, Judgement, The Tower (all reversed)

There may be some kind of disharmony in your life, particularly with you. You may be too much into your masculine energy (logic and material) and neglecting your feminine energy (nurturing, intuition). It could be a matter of self confidence and unhappiness with how your life is going. This person is coming in to put you back on track, and shift your perspective. Them entering your life will help you to face your fears and release any self doubt you may have. They may help you to avoid ending up in a bad place. Because all your cards keep coming out reversed (even though I didn’t want to take all reversals) I see it as a sign as well to don’t be afraid to start anew, instead of trying to situate everything exactly the way it was in the before. Like that quote/saying that goes something like-- "don’t be afraid to start over because this time you’re not starting from scratch, your starting from experience?"

How they'll help you? 10 of Swords, 9 of Wands reversed

The only place to go from here is up, but you need to stop being so stubborn about it. This person coming in is going to help you get your back you drive to 'fight' so you can pursue happiness/goals in a new way.

Potential Struggles? Knight of Wands, The Star reversed

Be careful your inspired action is not really impulsivity . You’ll have to do some inner work as well. You may compare yourself to this person and risk falling back into the same state again. You need to take responsible actions, get in tune with your emotions and work on your confidence and any anxieties you may have. Healing from the past as well, because your past isn’t your future.

PILE 2 -- The Therapist

Energy surrounding them: The Star

The energy surrounding the person coming in is one of calm and stability, and that is what they will bring to you. This person is going to help heal you, be it professionally (a therapist or psychologist) or unintentionally (someone who triggers our healing). This person is going to feel like everything will be okay.

The vibes I get: therapy, a guiding star, two people sitting and talking, letting your soul speak

Why they’re coming in? 6 of Wands reversed, The Moon, 6 of cups reversed

This person is going to help reveal the truth about a situation. Particularly if you haven’t had the best things happening a) in most of your life, or b) in this particular chapter or your life. This person will help you realise the things that weren’t your fault, the things you can change and the things that all come down to your beliefs. You may come to realise with the help of this person, that a lot of fears and limitations you have are self imposed. Not only that, but this person may help you figure out what your positive inner voice sounds like and help you to embrace it. Any dreams you’ve had hidden away (sleep dreams or goals-dreams) may also become more clear to you. After this you’ll be able to move forwards in live. The past won’t hold you back anymore. You’ll be able to move on or view these events that took place through a new lense.

How they'll help you? 3 of Wands, 8 of Swords reversed

The blindfold is going to come off. You’re going to be able to move forward in your life. The work you put in is going to help you move forward with a new found confidence and belief in self. You’ll be able to take your life into your own hands.

Potential Struggles? king of pentacles & ace of swords

You may struggle with the whole process of breaking through and envisioning a different future for yourself. Also, seeing your growth and how mature and stable (as in the different areas of your life) you may have become may take you some time or be difficult.

Pile 3-- The Sage

Energy surrounding them: The Emperor

The person coming into your life has a strong energy to them. They are most likely older than you or at the least has a very wise energy to them. They might not be the most emotional or expressive, but they are reliable.

The vibes I get: Someone with an otherworldly energy or wisdom. Someone established. You can't help but notice them.

Why they're coming in? 4 of Pentacles, The Chariot, Page of Cups

This person is coming in to show you how to find and build security in many aspects of your life the right way. You may be holding onto things that aren’t good for you and this person is going to come in and force you to ask yourself why. Also potentially isolation may be something you need to deal with. You may be currently playing defence. But once you allow yourself to let go, you may find new things, people, and opportunities come in, better than you image. You may find yourself becoming someone you really want to be as well as finding yourself in the beginning stages of tapping into your emperor energy.

How they'll help you? Strength reversed, Knight of Swords

They’re going to help you tap into your inner strength so you can take the necessary actions to help yourself. They’ll help trigger the arrival of big changes in your life.Things will finally start to flow.

Potential Struggles? Judgement, 6 of Pentacles

You may feel resistant at first, feeling as if they don’t know what they’re talking about and are just trying to bring you down. You may be hesitant to take their advice or trust that they have your best interest in mind.

** Gandalf. Gandalf came to me but I don’t know why as I know practically nothing about him. 😬 Maybe you do!?

Pile 4-- The Charmer

Energy surrounding them: 8 of Cups reversed

The person coming in is going to scare you, but not in a bad way. You may have this happy, “I’m put together” facade, and this person is going to be able to see right through it. They have the ability, literally or metaphorically, to bring you into something better and that may leave you feeling afraid.

The vibes I get: Someone clever and charming. Feeling flustered. Oh no, I have a crush.

Why they’re coming in? Temperance, 9 of Pentacles, 8 of Swords

They’re coming in to show you that if you stop allowing fear to keep you where you are, peace, balance, and contentment will find you. The situation you may be staying in may not be a result of your actions, and taking the steps to get out of it may be difficult, but this person is one hundred percent here to challenge your reasoning for why you can’t.

How they'll help you? The Magician, 10 of Swords, The High Priestess reversed

They’re going to show you magic. I’m feeling like you might develop a romantic or platonic crush on them. There’s just that vibe. They’re going to show you how amazing you truly are. They’re going to show you that you have the ability to make things happen. They’ll help you create that ending and see your new beginning.

Potential Struggles? Knight of Cups reversed, 2 of Wands

This person most likely isn’t going to stay long and that may throw you off guard. This all feels very fast paced so their quick arrival and departure may leave you feeling a little bit broken hearted. Be careful you’re not investing too much headspace and emotion in this person.

Pile 5-- The Cheerleader

Energy surrounding them: 3 of Swords reversed

This person has a very calm healing energy to them. I feel like if you’re going through a heartbreak in particular, the prominent pain of it is going to start disappearing. I actually redid your reading and the vibes I was getting before were not good ones. I felt like I was trying to shoo it away, and the reading felt like it was about someone leaving you who had hurt you so I think that’s what this could be. This could also be someone from the past. An old friend in particular.

**As for the person from the past, to help you figure out if this reading is for you— i was thinking back of the cards I pulled and this person felt emotionally immature and manipulative, though I’m not sure it’s intentionally. Were you trying to fix them? To make them feel better? But they were so stuck in their toxic habits/mindset that they just ended up sending your world into turmoil? Because that came through strongly just now.

The vibes I get: thank you, troubles disappearing, a sigh of relief

Why they’re coming in? King of Swords, King of Cups reversed, 4 of Cups reversed

This person is coming in to help you move on from the pain and worries that you have been in. You’re ready to get back to business and this person will be there for you. Cheerleading came to me as well, so that’s what they’ll be— your cheerleader. You’re also going to be stepping into a new chapter of maturity and level headedness. Any responsibilities or ideas you’ve been putting off, this person is going to help you with them.

How they'll help you? 9 of Wands, The Empress reveresed

Like I mentioned before, they’re going to help ease your anxieties, pain and sadness. With The Empress rx, ‘makeover’ came to me as well and I got super excited, so maybe that’s what you need and this person will help you with? They’re going to help you sort your emotions, make sense of everything and feel confident, attractive and capable again.

Potential Struggles? The World, Page of Wands

Setting your world back in order is going to take some work, but the results will be worth it. The only caution would be don’t rush your actions, without thinking about the consequences fully.

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Disclaimer: I read tarot for self reflection and guidance purposes, but as always, this reading is for fun and entertainment purposes only. I may include advice for if you find a particular topic resonating, but it is in no way meant to replace any kind of professional advice. Any reading I post is in no way meant to act as or replace professional advice of any kind. You know yourself and what’s going on in your life best so I ask that you trust yourself above all else. Prediction readings are to be seen simply as a potential outcome. Finally, please take only what resonates from the reading which may be some of it, all of it, or none at all.

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griffintail · 3 years ago

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Blow Us All Away

Pairings: Parental! Wilbur x F! Reader

Warnings: Blood Mention, Duel, Death

A/N: This is literally all over the SMP timeline the basic thing is Revivebur or Ghostbur didn't happen and L'Manberg is still a standing country. This is an idea I randomly had for my Lost Ones character Little Star and decided to just write it.

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Meet the latest graduate of King's College

I prob'ly shouldn't brag, but, dag, I amaze and astonish

The scholars say I got the same virtuosity and brains as my pops

The gents say my brain's not where the resemblance stops

I'm only nineteen but my mind is older

Gotta be my own person, like my father, but bolder

I shoulder his legacy with pride, I used to hear him say

That someday I would blow us all away!

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(Y/N) was always proud to consider herself Wilbur’s daughter. She had his fire and brains. He taught her his talents of music and she was able to learn with ease. She’d walk around with pride with her L’Manberg uniform, wearing and bearing her titles with pride.

The daughter of the nation’s president and a soon-to-be cabinet member. Her father was confident she could do just about anything and would most certainly succeed him with ease once she got older.

Today though, she was a lady on a mission. She had her uniform on as always but she had her hands behind her back, a serious look plastered onto her face. Ahead on her walk down the prime path, she spotted Niki and Eret talking.

“Ladies, I'm lookin for a Ms. Wastaken. Made a speech last week, our peace talk speaker. She disparaged my father's legacy in front of a crowd. I can't have that; I'm making my father proud.” (Y/N) stopped in front of the pair explain herself.

“I saw her just up Broadway a couple of blocks, she was goin' to see a play,” Eret told the girl.

“Well, I'll go visit her box.” (Y/N) tipped her hat before going to the stage in the SMP land.

As (Y/N) got to the stage, there was currently being a play put on people she didn’t know but that didn’t matter to her right now. She was a lady on a mission. In the high seats sat the daughter of Dream and that was her goal.

“Terror!” (Y/N) came forward in front of her seat.

“Shh!” Terror didn’t even look at her.

“Terror!”

“Shh, I'm tryin' to watch the show!”

“Ya shoulda watched your mouth before you talked about my father though!”(Y/N) protested as the other finally looked at her.

Around them, the crowd had become less interested in the play as they watched the far more interesting events in front of them.

“I didn't say anything that wasn't true. Your father's a coward, and so, it seems, are you.”

(Y/N) gave a short laugh as she watched her. “It's like that?”

“Yeah, I don't fool around, I'm not your little school girl friends.”

“Well, see you on the dueling ground! That is unless you wanna step outside and go now!”(Y/N) challenged with spread arms.

“I know where to find you, piss off, I'm watchin' this show now.” Terror once more didn’t look at the other woman on the ground.

(Y/N) clenched her jaw but stormed off. She’d show her! She’d win that duel and Terror would…

She stopped near Tubbo’s old house realizing what she had just done. That’s one thing Wilbur had never taught her; she didn’t know how to fight. They were a peaceful nation that didn’t need to fight. They used their words and she just signed herself up to use weapons.

“Fuck.” She muttered as she looked around.

She tended to overstep herself when it came to standing for her father, but this time she’d stepped too far. She didn’t know what to do, she needed help. There was no way she’d let Wilbur know what she did, but she knew one person that would keep a secret and she took off. Stopping outside the odd building, she knocked on the door and after a few moments, the fox hybrid opened the door, tail flicking seeing his sister.

“(Y/N), hey. What’s up?” Fundy asked, moving to let her.

“Fundy, I challenged Terror to a duel.” She admitted immediately as she walked in.

“You what?!” His fur puffed up as he closed his door hurriedly. “Why would you do that?!”

“It just slipped! She talked shit about dad Fundy! Fundy, if you had only heard the shit, she said about him; I doubt you would have let it slide and I was not about to!” She threw her hands up as she paced.

“Slow down.” Fundy tried to calm her as he took her shoulders.

“I came to ask you for advice, this is my very first duel. They don't exactly cover this subject in L’Manberg.” She sighed.

“Did your friends attempt to negotiate a peace?”

“She refused to apologize, we had to let the peace talks cease.”

“Where is this happening?”

“Across the river, in Las Nevadas.”

“Everything is legal in Las Nevadas.” They both nodded.

“Alright, so this is what you're gonna do. Stand there like proud until Terror is in front of you. When the time comes, fire your weapon in the air. This will put an end to the whole affair.”

“But what if she decides to shoot? Then I'm a goner.”

“No, she'll follow suit if she's truly a woman of honor. To take someone's life, that is something you can't shake (Y/N), our father can't take another heartbreak.” He muttered, looking away for a moment, as he thought of everything that happened recently.

Their father was certainly having a hard time with all of it and they both knew it but (Y/N) didn’t just want to stand there. That felt like proving Terror right.

“Fundy!” She protested.

“Promise me.” He looked back at her as he thought about the war. “You don't want this young woman's blood on your conscience.”

She hesitated before sighing as she nodded. “Okay, I promise.”

“Come back home when you're done.” Fundy patted her shoulder before going to his weapons chest and pulling out his old bow and handed it to her. “Take my bow, be smart, make me proud, sis.”

(Y/N) took the bow, staring at it before nodding. Putting it on her back, she took a deep breath before leaving Fundy’s home and went towards Las Nevadas.

“My name is (Y/N). I am a musician. And I'm a little nervous, but I can't show it. I'm sorry, I'm a Soot with pride. You talk about my father; I cannot let it slide.” She sang to herself the familiar beat she knew.

Before she knew it, she was in Las Nevadas and Terror was standing there with a few souls that had seen from the play to watch how this act ended and a few faces she recognized that must have heard about the duel about to occur. She just hoped her father hadn’t heard how she wasn’t using her words.

“Terror, how was the rest of your show?” (Y/N) asked as she came forward.

“I'd rather skip the pleasantries, let's go.” Terror told her, moving her mask from the side of her face to the front. “Grab your bow.”

(Y/N) nodded as she took off the bow. “Confer with your men. The duel will commence after we count to ten.”

(Y/N) went to her position as everyone started to shift with excitement and nervousness. A few citizens from Las Nevadas had become curious and came to see.

“Look 'em in the eye, aim no higher.” (Y/N) muttered to herself as she gripped onto the bow. “Summon all the courage you require. Then slowly and clearly aim your bow towards the sky.”

The counting started and they began to take their paces.

One, two, three.

(Y/N) pulled the string back and aimed it up.

Four, five, six.

Before most of the crowd could react, Terror turned on her heel with her bowstring pulled back.

Seven.

And the bowstring was released and (Y/N) let out a cry as she fell to the ground. Blood was already starting to quickly pour as Terror scoffed.

“And now that’s done.” Terror said, walking away as a few people went to help the other.

Everything was blurry for (Y/N). Everything seemed so fast but so slow. She didn’t know what was happening, she didn’t know where she was. All she could feel was pain and dizziness consuming her. She didn’t even hear as there was a call on the walkie about what happened as Foolish carried her to a cleaner location to hopefully heal her.

Fundy’s blood went cold when he heard the call on the radio and bolted for Las Nevadas. He demanded to know where his little sister was and once he found out where she was, he booked it for there too.

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Stay Alive

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Fundy made it to Foolish had brought her and was ready to barge his way through every room to find her when Foolish stepped out.

“Where's my sister?” Fundy demanded.

“Fundy, come in, I brought her in a half an hour ago. She lost a lot of blood on the way over.” Foolish explained to him.

“Is she alive?” Fundy felt the tears in his eyes.

“Yes, but you have to understand. The arrow entered just above her hip and lodged in her right arm.”

“Can I see her please?”

“I'm doing everything I can but the wound was already infected when she arrived.” Foolish told him as he hesitantly led him to where (Y/N) was.

“(Y/N)!” Fundy rushed to her side, gently putting a hand on her forehead as Foolish let them be.

The pain had started to numb and (Y/N) could vaguely see her brother as she was able to hear him clearly.

“Fundy. I did exactly as you said, Fundy. I held my head up high.”

“I know, I know, shh.”

“High—” (Y/N) tried to continue but stumbled over her words.

“I know, I know, shh. I know you did everything just right.” Fundy assured her as tears spilled from his eyes.

“Even before we got to ten.” She needed to explain what happened, she needed him to know even as he gently shushed her. “I was aiming for the sky. I was aiming for the sky.”

“I know, I know, shh. I know, save your strength and stay alive.” Fundy pleaded with her as his ears went flat and his tail wrapped around his leg.

That’s when Fundy heard furious and upset shouting. Fundy squeezed his eyes shut as he knew one of those voices by heart and sure enough, not a moment later Wilbur came bursting through the door.

Wilbur’s heart had dropped the moment he heard about (Y/N) being injured. His little star…He didn’t know what happened, but he sprinted as fast as he could towards the country of Las Nevadas, demanding answers. His little girl had been in a duel…

The other side had been cheap and shot her before they even got to ten. And his daughter, his little star, his (Y/N), had aimed her bow towards the sky. When she made it out of this, he’d let her know how proud he was of her.

Yet, now he stood in the doorway, seeing his daughter barely together, a small bit of blood still collecting around her…

“No!” Wilbur shouted as he rushed over, Fundy moving back to let their father be by her side.

“Dad,” Fundy muttered.

“Is she breathing? Is she going to survive this?” Wilbur looked towards Foolish, who stood quietly at the door, before Wilbur looked at Fundy. “Who did this, Fundy, did you know?”

“Dad.”Wilbur looked at his daughter and took her hand carefully and put his forehead on hers as he teared up. “I'm so sorry for forgetting what you taught me.”

“My daughter.”Wilbur choked up as he squeezed her hand, Fundy putting a hand over his mouth behind them.

“We played guitar.”

“I taught you guitar.”

“You would put your hands on mine.”

“You changed the melody every time.” Wilbur laughed quietly at the memory as tears were pouring down his cheeks.

“I would always change the line.” (Y/N) muttered as her grip started to weaken.

“Shh, I know, I know.” Wilbur shushed her gently as his grip only went tighter.

“I would always change the line.”

“I know, I know.” He had to keep her awake and talking if she stopped…! “Un-deux-trois-quatre-cinq-six-sept-huit-neuf.”

“Un-deux-trois-quatre-cinq-six-sept-huit-neuf.” (Y/N) repeated quietly.

“Good. Un-deux-trois-quatre-cinq-six-sept-huit-neuf.”

“Un-deux-trois…” She repeated partially with him before her eyes began to droop then closed.

“Sept-huit-neuf. Sept-huit—” Wilbur pleaded before he let out a sob as she didn’t respond.

Fundy sobbed as well as she was gone…

#wilbur soot x reader #mcyt reader insert #mcyt oneshots #mcyt fanfiction #mcyt x reader #dreamsmp x reader

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kurowrites · 4 years ago

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That Boy.

So, as the start into the new year, have Lan Zhan getting hounded by his brother’s groupies and despairing over Wei Ying’s compulsive flirting. :)

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“Hello, handsome,” the woman said, smiling at Lan Zhan.

Lan Zhan looked at her, and tried to remember if they had met somewhere before. She was carefully styled, wearing a tight black dress and high heels, with long hair and equally long red nails. She looked somewhat out of place in this cosy coffee shop, more like she was on her way to a fancy event than looking for a cup of coffee. It was certainly someone he would remember, if they had indeed met before. She was, however, entirely unfamiliar to him.

And if that had not been enough of a hint yet, there was a certain gleam in her eye that immediately put him on edge. Her smile was friendly, but there was something about her that made her feel not unlike a predator, smiling at her prey before she opened her mouth and swallowed it.

Lan Zhan sighed internally. Another one of his brother’s fans, he assumed.

He was happy about his brother’s success, and he would always support Lan Huan, there was no doubt about that. But ever since Lan Huan had his big break as a pop musician two years ago, right after he left university, Lan Zhan had found himself constantly hounded by fans of Lan Huan. Some of them genuinely confused Lan Zhan with his brother and were thrilled to meet a pop star on the streets. Others confused him with Lan Huan, but also hit on him in the process, trying to shoot their shot with a celebrity. (Which would never happen, Lan Zhan thought uncharitably. His brother was better than that.)

The ones that were possibly the worst, however, were those that had done their homework, realised that Lan Zhan was not his famous brother, and still decided to go after him. Those were usually the ones that were the most difficult to get rid of, and they came in all shapes, sizes and genders.

Frankly, Lan Zhan was getting tired. He was getting tired of people hitting on him in general, but he was particularly tired of people hitting on him because he was the brother of a celebrity who also happened to look very similar to said celebrity.

He glanced at the woman who had accosted him while he was drinking his tea, and tried to figure out which category she belonged to. And, of course, how he could get rid of her quickly and efficiently.

He wanted to drink his tea in peace.

She did not seem to be cowed by his critical glance, and gestured to the empty armchair across from him.

“Are you here on your own?” she asked. “Do you mi-”

Before she could finish her words, there was a mad scramble, and with rather more noise than necessary, a large cup of coffee was unceremoniously dumped onto the small table between the two armchairs, and one Wei Ying dove onto the empty armchair across from Lan Zhan, throwing his bag under the table as he did so.

“Sorry, m’lady,” Wei Ying said as he pushed his hair, messy from his athletic stunt, out of his face. He smiled at her broadly and in a way that showed that he very much was not sorry. “This place was reserved for me. I fear you have to look for another seat.”

The woman stared at him in disbelief. She opened her mouth, presumably to lodge a complaint, but Wei Ying could not be bothered. Ignoring her, he directed his gaze towards Lan Zhan.

“So Lan Zhan,” he said loudly. “I heard that you got engaged. Congratulations, I have to say. Took you long enough. Where you failing to find the perfect engagement ring or what?”

Without another word, the woman turned around and walked away in a huff.

Lan Zhan was not sorry to see her go. Still, he felt his face twist into a frown. Wei Ying’s words made no sense to him. What engagement was Wei Ying talking about?

“Wei Ying, I have not gotten engaged.”

Wei Ying laughed loudly, his face shining with mirth.

“Lan Zhan! Of course you didn’t get engaged! I just said that to make her leave! You should have seen your face when she descended on you, like a small, helpless rabbit! Of course I had to help!”

He sighed dramatically and reached out to take hold of his overly large coffee cup.

“I know Lan Zhan is handsome and irresistible, but the nerve of that woman. You were obviously not up for conversation! It’s your strictly scheduled tea break! Which is why I will drink my coffee in silence now, so you can meditate over your tea or whatever it is you do.”

He took a big gulp of his coffee.

Lan Zhan considered Wei Ying for a moment. He was obviously grateful for Wei Ying’s unexpected help, but it came with two problems: First, Wei Ying never did anything silently. Second, Wei Ying himself flirted with Lan Zhan incessantly, calling him handsome and whatnot, so in all fairness, he was hardly better than any of the overenthusiastic Lan Huan fans that approached him.

There might also have been a third problem, though Lan Zhan did not admit to that. He definitely did not notice Wei Ying’s handsome face, brightened by his irreverent, sparkling smile. Neither did he notice his long, deft fingers, carelessly tapping out rhythms on the coffee cup, nor the way he was slouched on the armchair in a way that should have looked sloppy, but instead ended up looking artfully draped.

After all, it was only Wei Ying, irredeemable and obnoxious flirt, and there was nothing for Lan Zhan to notice.

Still.

“Thank you,” Lan Zhan said, because he was grateful. “I think she mistook me for my brother.”

Wei Ying raised his eyebrows, an incredulous expression on his face.

Lan Zhan could divine the meaning of that look. After all, Lan Huan was the friendly, approachable one out of the two of them, and he was also a pop star. Certain physical similarities aside, no one with eyes in their head should ever mistake Lan Zhan for his smiling, gentle older brother.

Wei Ying was evidently of the same opinion.

“Haha, Lan Zhan, don’t worry about it,” he eventually replied between two sips of coffee. “I could hardly have looked on while the impeccable, incomparable Lan er-gege was in distress.”

There we go again, Lan Zhan thought to himself, trying to suppress an eyeroll. Incorrigible.

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It was not often that Lan Zhan went out with his brother, considering that his brother was a very busy person, so of course they had to run into Wei Ying when they did the next time.

Oh no, Lan Zhan thought to himself when he saw Wei Ying’s eyes flit back and forth between Lan Huan and himself.

This, he would have wanted to avoid. Permanently.

It had been his biggest fear, ever since he had met Wei Ying. Wei Ying was bad enough with Lan Zhan, when he could hope for nothing and had no encouragement. How Wei Ying would act once he had the encouragement of a friendly disposition in addition to Lan Zhan’s oh-so-handsome face, he had never wanted to know.

And now they stood in front of Wei Ying, giving him a truly perfect opportunity to compare and judge.

What the judgement would be, Lan Zhan already knew.

(It would never be him.)

“Lan Zhan!” Wei Ying chirped once he was apparently finished with his thorough analysis. “Is that your brother?”

“Lan Huan.” His brother stepped forward and introduced himself, always a little bit better at being polite than Lan Zhan. “It’s very nice to meet you.”

Wei Ying smiled at him, and Lan Zhan quietly begged Wei Ying not to say–

“Nice to meet you, Lan Huan,” Wei Ying said. “I’m Wei Ying, one of Lan Zhan’s university friends. Did you know, Lan Zhan staunchly refuses to talk about you? But actually, I think he’s really proud of you, and he’s just careful to not spread private information.”

Lan Zhan was so surprised about these words, he could only stand there and stare.

That… was not what he had expected from Wei Ying. After all, when it came to Lan Zhan, Wei Ying couldn’t open his mouth without saying something flirty or suggestive.

And know he looked Lan Huan in the face and managed with a simple ‘nice to meet you’?

“Thank you,” Lan Huan replied with a small, but genuine smile, completely unaware of Lan Zhan’s current internal crisis. “I’m proud of him too.”

Suddenly, Wei Ying perked up.

“I know, right?” he asked excitedly. “He’s such a good, serious student. And so smart! And also ha-” he interrupted himself and coughed once. “Well. You are handsome, too. And he’s your brother. So I guess you know.”

He twirled his hair around his finger and pulled once.

“Well, I guess you have things you need to get done,” he chirped. “And I do too. Have a good time! And see you at university, Lan Zhan! Don’t be a stranger!”

With that, he hopped off, quick as a fox.

Lan Zhan just stared after him, not understanding what had just happened.

You are handsome, too.

When had Wei Ying, of all people, learned moderation?

When he turned back to Lan Huan, he found his brother smiling at him widely, and it put Lan Zhan on the defence immediately.

“What?” he asked, rather more harshly than he had intended to.

“Oh, A-Zhan,” Lan Huan said, his smile becoming smaller, but also more intimate. “I’m very happy for you.”

Lan Zhan frowned. Why would Lan Huan be happy for him? Because one of his university colleagues had finally managed not to embarrass themselves in front of Lan Huan? Because Wei Ying had managed not to completely expose himself? Because he had somehow survived this encounter without getting his heart smashed to tiny pieces?

Of course, there was no good way to ask these questions.

“I think you should move fast, dear brother,” Lan Huan observed, continuing the conversation without needing any input from Lan Zhan. “He’s very handsome, this Wei Ying, is he not? And smart. You might have some stiff competition if you’re not careful, so you need to be quick.”

Lan Zhan stared at Lan Huan, uncomprehending.

What, exactly, was his brother talking about?

“A-Zhan,” Lan Huan sighed when he saw that he had lost Lan Zhan. He reached out and squeezed Lan Zhan’s shoulder once, a quick, familiar comfort. “That boy only has eyes for you, and absolutely nothing else. I don’t think I have ever seen someone more in love.”

His brother let him go and walked away, leaving Lan Zhan standing there, as if he had not just dropped a bombshell of truly earth-shattering properties on him.

That boy only has eyes for you.

That boy.

Only has eyes for you.

Wei Ying??

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gryffindors-weasley · 4 years ago

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Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader

Summary: When Draco finds himself on thin ice with his father, he still can’t seem to keep from you.

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: angst, secret relationship, poor parental relationship, stress/anxiety about the future, fluff, kissing

A/N: Flash back is in italics. This is an alternate version of my fic here !

The divination classroom. It has always been amongst your favorites. It was far more contrasting to the others, consisting simply of stone walls and arched ceilings, wooden desks and frosted windows. The room of divination was full of mismatched tapestries draping in ruffles from the walls in bursting colors, equally so in the various sizes cushions and chairs with rugs to match. A handful of intricately patterned ceiling fixtures hung down, tassels dangling from them. It was warm and it was welcoming in comparison to the cold and darker rooms.

“Why is it that we’re coming here?” Draco asks with a sigh, trailing behind you as you ascend the last few steps of the winding spiral staircase.

You turn to him with a grin and a raised brow, a look he soon returned as he grasped your hand in his own. “I think we could do with a change of scenery after all. I’m growing rather tired of the astronomy tower, love.”

“What’s wrong with the astronomy tower?” He scoffs in faux offense, his brows furrowing as you tugged him along with you into the vacant room as he looks over his shoulder once more.

“It’s far too cold and cloudy to go up there tonight. Besides, this is one of my favorite rooms in the whole castle if you must know. You will survive just this once, Draco,” you jest lightheartedly, releasing his hand to skip ahead of him as he groaned at your sudden absence and he had no choice but to follow you. Though he felt he’d follow you anywhere, really.

“And if I don’t?” He calls after you just to be difficult, pinching a piece of red velvet fabric between his fingers before his eyes roam back to you.

You turn on your heel and purse your lips at him, narrowing your gaze as you fight your smile. You shake your head as he holds your stare just the same, his head tilting and eyes squinting as he challenged you and you readily gave up on suppressing your grin for a moment longer.

“You didn’t have to join me if this is not to your taste, you know,” you say, and he rolls his eyes as he tugs you close to him by a gentle grip on your hand. “You’re more than welcome to leave, but I have a feeling you’d miss me too much if you did.”

He silenced your very logical words with a kiss, your laughter dwindling as you relaxed against him. His kiss was soft and tender as he hummed against your lips, his hand coming to brush your hair behind your ear as his lips moved from your own to sweep across your cheek. They linger just under your jaw before pressing chastely under your ear, his nose brushing over your skin.

“Must you always pick on me, darling?” He murmurs, his breath tickling against the shell of your ear.

Your soft laughter starts up again at his words, pulling his attention back to your gaze as he pulls back to look at you. You rest your hands on his chest, your fingers splaying across the black fabric of his button up and smoothing over his matching tie. “Yes, I think I must.”

With that, you turned away from him and left his loose embrace much to his dismay, twirling once in the center of the room with open arms. He watched as you smiled contently, your eyes falling closed as you tip your head back and bask in the peace that came with nightfall. In the enchantment of the room. For it was the time where you could love one another as freely as you’d like, for as many hours as the moon remained in the deep navy sky. He wanted desperately to love you in the light of day, without fear of prying eyes and listening ears. But you knew why things were the way they were.

He watched the way the moonlight danced across your skin, glowing against your effortless beauty as it shines in your hair. It left him wondering how someone so perfect could love someone so flawed. He found himself to be an anchor tied to you at times, his mistakes and current standing in the wizarding world something he felt kept you from thriving the way he knew you would, the way you deserved. You already were, far more than he could say for himself.

You radiate warmth and kindness, something he so desperately craved and found he could not keep himself from. To him, you were the embodiment of sunshine and he felt he was quite the opposite, rather bringing storms and rain. Yet still, you chose to love him in spite of it. He felt guilty, really. For having a father who made you feel like your relationship was in jeopardy without ever having the displeasure of meeting the man. For not being able to love you as fully and openly as he so desired.

“Are you going to join me or are you going to stare all night?” You quip, breaking him from his pestering thoughts.

His gaze flickered from the vacant spot you once stood in to where you sat on purple velvet cushioned stool. You smiled as the crystal sphere flowed before you and a grin of his own tugged at the corner of his mouth. He took a seat on the small crimson stool right next to you, finding himself a bit too tall for such a small seating arrangement but he decided against complaining.

The sphere before you contained a fog-like haze that swirled around much like the clouds just beyond the windows.

“Just what are we doing?” He asks, an amused smirk on his lips as he raised a brow.

“You’ve claimed yourself to be the best at telling the future what was it, four years ago? Surely you must be an expert on such a thing now, Dray,” you say, laughing at his scrunched nose and the way he gripped your stool and tugged you closer with one swift pull. “Tell me, what will our future be in five years’ time?”

He chuckles, shaking his head fondly as he looked from the crystal to you. “That’s quite simple, I don’t need some silly crystal to tell me that.”

You raise your brow in amused curiosity. “Tell you what?”

He looks at you attentively, his smirk softening to an adoring smile. “That I’ll love you as long as you’ll have me, and even more.”

You nearly rolled your eyes at his sappy words, but you found them too sentimental and the look on his face far too endearing to do so. That and you couldn’t ignore the heat in your cheeks from such a declaration. But you also didn’t have it in you to miss an opportunity to tease him.

“I love you, very much I do. But I have a sneaking suspicion you don’t know how to use that thing, Love,” You jest, and he rolls his eyes as he fights his smile.

“I’m convinced you love to torment me,” he frowns, unable to sustain it with the way you’re giggling at him.

Despite the lighthearted moment, he finds he can’t enjoy it fully with the worry weighing heavy on his mind. Your question was merely playful, but it had been one that frequented his thoughts far more than he cared to ever admit, more than he ever will admit. In a perfect world, he would have felt confident with the idea of loving you for the rest of his life. Would have felt rather excited for your future together because he loved you entirely too much for his own good. But it was hard to indulge in thinking of such dreams when there were things in particular pressing down on his shoulders.

That one night in particular, to be specific, he would never forget that.

Draco stood at the end of the vacant corridor, palms pressed flat to the cold surface of the window sill as he peered through the latticed glass. The commotion from the ball had been more than enough with just the thirty minutes he’d spent in the large ballroom housed at the opposite end of the long hallway. Even with the distance from the boisterous event it was still just as nauseating—his ears ringing with the clinking of glass and goblets, with the shrill laughter seeping into the space he wished would alleviate his tension. But alas, it did not.

The dusty air in the Manor had not done him any bit of good, not even a shred. His mind was far busier than any overly lavish event his parents could throw, racing from one thought to the next in an endless loop. He grew rather tired of pretending to be interested in any of the meaningless conversations he was subjected to, tired of standing along the same gray wall in the shadows in hopes they’d leave him alone. He could do that perfectly well now that the only company was himself.

The moonlight had trickled in through the windows in broken beams, illuminating every fleck of dust that had been floating around him, casting him in a small pool of light. He knew staying in there a moment longer simply wouldn’t be feasible, he’d go mad. Besides, he was far too distracted with more important matters, so much so he hadn’t wanted it to draw attention to himself. He had been far too distracted by you.

As he looked out over the garden it was inevitable that that had been where his mind would shift to. To each and every night you spent hand in hand within it, or the more than numerous kisses you shared tucked away behind decades old oak trees and crumbling statues. It reminds him of the way your hair glimmers in that very moonlight and just how your eyes sparkle. It reminds him how just how much he wanted to be with you in that very moment; he always found he’d rather be with you.

Fancy ballroom events had never held his interest very much, and the more they occurred the less that interest remained. Especially with the way thing seemed to be spiraling as his seventh year continues to break apart. The attendees only ever wanted to talk to him because he was the Malfoy heir, not because they cared to converse with him and how he was doing, but because they wanted to talk about he who he refuses to give the satisfaction of naming. He didn’t want to talk about things most undesirable, there was more to him than slytherin title, than to be a Malfoy. There was more to him than what he could use his social standing for. He knew that, you knew that.

He wanted so desperately to leave the bleak and endless maze of that manor. To part from that grand window and to be somewhere else, anywhere, with you. He wanted to—

“Draco,” a voice sounded behind him. A voice he’d rather not hear. His father. He squeezed his eyes shut in preparation for conversation. “Have you grown bored?”

The tone he held was not one of curiosity, he genuinely did not care less about whether or not he had been bored. He did not care about very much when it came to his son, his only child. For no reasons other than selfish ones, anyway.

Draco laughed bitterly to himself, his back still turned to his father. “Yeah, you could say that.”

It was quiet, save for the lingering notes of the piano and endless chatter that filtered out into the corridor. The silence from his father was near painful, and he’d be lying if he said his heart hadn’t begun to pound more vigorously against his chest. The absence in conversation was starting to make him nervous with each passing second, and he was beginning to think he’d left altogether. No, it would not be that easy.

“You seem rather distracted, Draco,” he states after a few agonizing moments, and his heart squeezes in his chest at the familiar sense of knowing woven around each word. He swallows thickly as he fixes his stare down on the windowsill. “Is something on your mind? Or someone, perhaps.”

He wants desperately to take a deep breath as panic settles thickly within him, but that would be far too obvious an indication that his assumptions were, in fact, correct. His mind races a mile a minute, however, and he finds himself scrambling to think of an answer.

“No, there is not, father. I’m just not in the mood for discussing luxuries with any of your friends,” he responds, tone sharp and defensive.

He hears a humorless chuckle sound closer behind him, a sound accompanied by the click of his walking stick. Lucius had his suspicions of you, ever since he’d noticed his son’s newfound distraction, newfound stubbornness to follow his rules. It had only further been confirmed by the smile his son seemed to be caught wearing when he thinks no one is watching. He knew it and he hated it.

Draco felt paralyzed in his spot, unable to form an excuse to leave this very situation. He was tense and increasingly bothered by the threatening presence behind him. He was unsure if there would be repercussions of his displeased counter at his question, hadn’t known just what to expect. Hadn’t known until he felt the hand of his father grab firmly to the back of his neck, cold and calloused fingers pressing to his skin just inches from his shoulders. He flinched at the sudden and startling action, breath hitching in his throat as he brows furrow in a wince.

“Listen closely, my dear son,” he muttered venomously in his ear. “I don’t know what it is you’re up to, but that girl of yours, the one distracting you from your orders—I will not tolerate it.”

He gulped at his father’s words, and he was quite sure he could hear the rhythmic and incessant pounding of his heart in the close proximity. His hands had begun to shake as they gripped tighter on the ledge of the windowsill. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

The grip on his neck tightens a fraction. “You reek of her perfume, do not tell me you do not know what I’m talking about,” he says through gritted teeth. “You have me mistaken for a fool, Draco. Deal with it, or I will.”

His threatening words are accompanied by a brief shake to emphasize them, jolting him slightly before his harsh grip is released and his footsteps diminish. He was left to stand there alone once more, angry and afraid as his nostrils flare with his sharp inhale and his jaw tensed, eyes lining with tears. His lip quivered under the pressure to suppress it, knuckles turning white under his tightening fists. He knew of you.

“Draco?” The mere softness of your tone pulls him from his distracted trance, that and the way your hand settled on his cheek. “Are you alright?”

His hand comes to rest over your own as he looks at you and leans into your touch without second thought, his blue gaze flickering between your own. He simply nods, his thumb brushing gingerly over your skin as he smiles softly, assuringly. “I’m fine, darling.”

Your returning smile makes his heart flutter within his chest, though he knows that you knew him far better to believe that. But you don’t push it.

When you start speaking he doesn’t entirely know what you were saying in that very moment, for he was much more focused on the way your lips moved with every word, every syllable. On the way your lashes splay against the tops of your flushed cheeks each and every time you look down at that wondrous crystal ball. Or the way your hand pulled from his cheek to rest over his own, playing absentmindedly with the silver slytherin ring worn on his finger. He didn’t particularly like that piece of jewelry, but he only wore it for that habit of yours.

You were so enamoring in everything you had done and he’s sure that will remain true, so utterly spellbinding he feels as though he never stood a chance. You were far more enchanting than the very magic the two of you had known your whole lives, and he knew that to be factual.

“Remember when you—”

His lips had pressed on yours before you could finish your sentence, his hand slipping from under yours to rest warmly upon your cheek. The soft bout of laughter puffed against his lips was enough to let loose a flurry of butterflies within him, a feeling only you have ever caused even with just a mere glance in his direction. The tension in his body dissipated the more he kissed you, the worry dissolving from his mind in that very moment.

When he parted from you he’d thought better of it as he kissed you once, twice, three more times. His lips were pink and kiss swollen, chunks of messy platinum dipping down in his eyes as he gazed at you adoringly. You kissed him again, fleeting and sweet, and it left him smiling softly as his fingertips brushed over his lips. The action made your cheeks stain a deeper scarlet as you looked away momentarily, but you couldn’t help but to return your gaze to him.

“What was that all about?” You ask in playful amusement, still breathless and blissfully awestruck from the burst of affection.

He laughs at that, because you too were delightful and dizzying, and he can’t seem to hide that fact. He dips down and does so again, this time a mere featherlight kiss, his eyes fluttering closed as he relishes in the soft intimacy passing him by. One he does not want to end.

“Just because,” he whispers.

You reach up and smooth the worry creasing between dark brows, your fingers brushing under the hair falling over his forehead and tracing down his cheek. You smiled at the seemingly silverness of his hair in the moonlit glow, the pale blue of his eyes something else entirely.

You rest your forehead on his, noses bumping and laughter mingling before fading into soft smiles. “I love you, always.”

His smile widens a fraction at your words, sincere and true. It makes his heart pound in his chest and his cheeks stain the softest shade of pink as his lips ghost over yours, brushing together with every word. “I love you, always.”

He might not have paid too much mind to that crystal ball for fear of the outcome he felt couldn’t possibly be what he’d dreamt of. He might not have allowed himself to ponder too long on what awaits him for the future for himself, for himself with you. For if he had, he just might’ve seen that life hadn’t intended to be quite as cruel to him as he’d been thinking. Maybe if he gave it a chance he’d see his fate hadn’t been so terrible in the end. But for now, for right now he was content with setting those thoughts aside in favor of kissing you in the moonlight behind vibrant and mismatched curtains. He was content with disregarding his father’s absurd wishes, they did not matter.

He loved you now and he loved you always.

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naruto-scenarios-plus-akatsuki · 3 years ago

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Are you going to make a part 3 for the Neji one where he has a crush on the branch member and ten ten and Lee find out. You don’t have to but I really enjoy it!😁

Well it took me a lot longer than expected but I say that about all my work now, lol. Sorry everyone I’m a slow writer. But I hope you all enjoy the final piece to this fic.

Part I Part II

Welp! The secret is out, Neji: Part III

The look in Neji’s eyes of pure unfiltered irritation was a look that Tenten would never forget. The minute that you stepped out of the room, Neji had quickly fixed his glare on the two of them. His voice left a chill in the air as he told them to get out with the most even tone. Lee began to apologize, fumbling over his words in his stark surprise.

Tenten’s eyes had snapped way from the cup of tea Neji knocked over in Lee’s hands purposely while your back was turned. She couldn’t believe her eyes and her head was still trying to wrap around the events that transpired. She had to grab Lee to leave when she saw Neji’s fists tighten while he closed his eyes. She knew in that moment that Neji did not want any apologies. He was holding back his anger, so she made a quick getaway towing Lee with her, even while he was still apologizing.

Tenten could only hope that Neji would find it in his heart to forgive Lee for spilling the beans. She knew how private of an individual Neji was; especially, when it came to expressing feelings. She was afraid that this might be the last time he would trust them with his secrets. She sighed, knowing this was a delicate situation.

Lee was currently wailing about his woes while they waited in the training fields for Neji and their sensei.

“I can’t believe I spoke so carelessly.”

“It’s alright Lee,” Tenten tried to console, half-heartedly. “I’m sure Y/N didn’t catch on” at least Tenten hoped and she hoped Neji wouldn’t hold a grudge for too long about the incident either.

“How will Neji ever forgive me?” Lee continued to whine, but then jumped up at an idea. “I know! I’ll offer to do his laundry, or I could buy him some tea.”

“I don’t think Neji’s going to let you touch his laundry.” Tenten shot down, knowing Neji probably had a precise way of doing it and who’s to say if he would really let his whites be washed by Lee. “And… I don’t think tea would be a good gift after what just happened,” she mentioned thoughtfully.

Lee slapped his forehead and exclaimed, “Of course! Not tea! That would definitely remind him of my transgressions. But what can I give then? What can I do?”

“Well…” Tenten started but she was a little lost too.

Neji wasn’t much into sweets, nor was he really into gifts of any kind. Tenten had placed her hands on her hips and was continuing to think of what could appease Neji when he appeared on the training field. Both team members were surprised.

“Neji!” they both exclaimed but Tenten was the first to stutter out a response.

“You’re back so soon.” That had her worried. They barely rushed out thirty minutes ago.

“Yes.” Neji’s tone was flat.

“Is everything okay?” Lee asked, concerned.

“Perfectly,” He spoke shortly. His eyes sharp, but his expression was blank. “Lee shall we get started?”

Neji spoke so coolly that Tenten felt a chill run up the back of her neck. Lee easily agreed to start sparring with Neji; wanting to do anything to please him at that moment. However, Tenten could easily see that Neji was not at all at peace. His strikes were fierce against Lee. It was obvious that Neji wanted to pacify his anger and direct it at Lee. Training was the perfect guise for that.

Lee took everything that Neji had. He would block hits and strike with his own but there was a lack of effort on Lee’s part. He fell to the ground many times but kept getting back up to take what Neji had in store for him.

During their skirmish, Gai arrived and stood beside Tenten. He spectated his pupils with interest and noticed right away something was off.

“My intuition is telling me something is off between the two of them.”

“Your intuition is not wrong,” Tenten replied. Her brows were furrowed down in concentration. Her teammates were typically rough with each other, which is why she had little concern, but she was worried about Neji holding a grudge over them for a long time.

“Say you wouldn’t happen to know what this is about, do ya?” Gai questioned. “Neji’s attacks seems to be very targeted at Lee with blunt force and normally, Lee holds a better stance than that and seems to be putting in less effort as if he’s conflicted.” He reasoned, his voice calm.

Tenten sighed. “You’re not off point. Lee accidently confessed to Neji’s crush that he liked them. I don’t think Neji was ready to tell them yet.”

“Ah, yes. A young man’s love can often stir up the fire in his being,” Gai nodded to himself for a moment, stroking his chin. Then once he came to a decision, he patted Tenten on the shoulder and gave her a thumbs up. “I got this.”

She sweat dropped, not sure if her sensei would make things worse, but before she could say anything Gai was already breaking up Neji and Lee’s sparring session.

“Alright that’s enough. Lee why don’t you continue training with Tenten. Neji, come and walk with me,” Gai directed. He put a hand on Neji’s shoulder briefly to signal for him to follow, leaving Lee and Tenten to their own devices.

Neji followed out of respect. He was still feeling grim and annoyed on the inside. When the two of them were far enough away from his teammates, that’s when Gai addressed the issue.

“So, I hear Lee had spilled the beans to the one who has your affections”

“I think Tenten should not be repeating Lee’s mistake and learn to keep her mouth shut.” Neji’s eyes narrowed and his voice was cold once more. He knew exactly who had informed Gai about the situation and it annoyed him further.

“Tell me about the one that ignites the fire inside your being,” Gai prompted, not at all bother by Neji’s display.

“I rather much not talk about it. Especially after today's events,” Neji mumbled, his cheeks tinting slightly red. This was something he did not want to talk about with his sensei of all people.

Gai nodded, understanding Neji’s hesitancy and ignoring it. He understood how Neji operated after three years of training him and he doubt his other students meant to cause such trouble for him. Their intentions probably meant well but a small slip of the tongue probably left Neji in a very unwanted situation. Gai knew that the Hyuga clan which Neji belonged to highly respected privacy and lacked open affection.

His face was serious and did not scold or reprimand him in tone when he continued.

“When I was a young man, I found one such as you did that ignited the fire within my loins. They were beautiful and caught my eye. Not only was my eye caught, but others as well stared at their beauty. I wanted so badly to catch their attention like they caught mine, but alias, my rival had won them over before I could. Yet! I knew to not give up the chase and at least make my affections known.”

“And?” Neji asked simply, not sure where his sensei was going with this. “Did they return your affections?”

“No,” Gai answered and Neji deadpanned.

“Then what is the point of your story?” Neji asked a bit impatient due to feeling uncomfortable.

“That you never know how someone feels unless you try. The one who caught my affections never carried the same affection for me, but their affections were also not returned by Kakashi either. My courage in telling them (despite how they had felt about me) gave them courage to make known their own affections. One just has to come forward in order for any two to be together. You see what I mean Neji?”

“Yes…” He admitted.

“If you like this person, there will never be nothing more if you never tell them how you feel. You’re young and with the life we live, you never know when your last day is coming. It’s better to say all that is on your heart now, than to have it on your mind during your last breath,” Gai mentioned somber.

He stepped forward towards Neji and patted him on the shoulder, giving him an encouraging smile.

“Now why don’t you skedaddle and take a moment to reflect. Come back when you have settled what is in your heart. And try to forgive Lee and Tenten.”

With that Gai took his leave and vanished into the trees.

Neji took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. He was still slightly annoyed but not so much anymore. He knew Lee didn’t mean to say what he had on purpose and he knew Tenten only wanted to help and make peace of the situation. His teammates were cavalier at times, but they were good and honest friends of his. What had really annoyed him was himself for not telling Y/N how he felt sooner and not knowing if you even felt the same.

He hated to admit it but Gai was right. He had no way of knowing how you felt unless he were to confess his own feelings first. He wouldn’t have been so bothered if he didn’t let the fear of the unknown keep him from revealing himself. He could never be with you, if he kept his feelings locked inside unless he had the courage, or you did.

With that, Neji took a slow walk back to the Hyuga compound. He was stalling as he was mauling over what to say to you. He wanted to make things right for earlier as well. He had upped and dashed. He caused a spill you had to clean up. He felt guilty and rude for doing so.

He passed by some wildflowers on his way and picked a few white and yellow daises. He twirled them in his hand, wondering if that was sufficient as his mind ran. When he got to the Hyuga compound, he headed towards his personal corridors and went to his kitchen, looking for something meaningful. He grabbed a tray and started preparing an array of snacks on said tray. He then took an extra step to start squeezing some lemons to make lemonade for you since he knew you did not care for tea. Lemonade was your favorite drink. He grabbed two cups to place on the tray next to the pitcher and the flowers he picked for you neatly placed along the snacks.

When he was ready, he took the tray and headed to your quarters. He knew exactly where you resided. He braced himself as he stood in front of your door. He knocked, trying to steel himself.

When you opened the door, you took his breath away. You weren’t dressed up, but your natural beauty and lovely lavender eyes made him lose himself slightly. You had appeared in your normal attire that you were wearing before he left, your curse seal left uncovered. Your hair was down and cascaded round you.

“Neji?” You questioned, surprised to see him at your door holding a tray out to you. “What is this?”

“An apology for earlier.”

“Oh, you didn’t have to.”

“I do, because I had created the mess earlier when my teammates were here,”

Your eyes grew wide and your mouth formed an o-shape.

“But that’s not all,” Neji continued. “I wanted to do this for you because I like you.”

“I…” You were stunned and felt your heart flutter at the confession. “I like you too, Neji.”

“Would you like to have refreshments with me?” Neji asked more confidently, but there were still butterflies flying around in his stomach.

You smiled in awe at his gesture and were overwhelmed with joy. “Yes.”

With that you followed Neji out into the courtyard, where you two sat and got to know one another better and enjoyed the fresh lemonade he made especially for you. You were finally happy to have gotten answers, that the one you always admired had you written in his heart. Both you and Neji being grateful to his teammates for letting the secret out.

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gotnofucks · 4 years ago

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My Little Girl

Pairing: dark!Tony stark x reader (ROYAL AU)

Summary: Prince Tony hunts you on the royal hunting trip.

Words: 6.1k

Warning: non-con, yandere, breeding kink, smut, 18+ ONLY

A/N: Why don’t we have more Tony fics?? That man is fire

MASTERLIST

Part 2 Part 3

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When you lived in a monarchy, certain hierarchies had to be followed. A king marries a queen and bears princes and princesses. Similarly, a maid marries a porter boy or servant, and bears kids who work like their parents. You were taught to follow these rules just like everyone else in the kingdom. Your parents were both servants to the king and queen, and once you were old enough you were sent to work in the palace alongside your mother too. Queen Maria Stark was a loving queen and often the soothing balm for her people who bore the stern commands of King Howard Stark. You loved to work for the queen as you got the chance to work alongside your mother and see the royal luxuries. The work was easy enough as there were so many people to help and sometimes when you did something really well you were handsomely rewarded. You took great pride in wearing the gold earbobs given to you by the queen and you stubbornly refused to let your father sell them in exchange for money.

The kingdom was a prospering and peaceful one, much more advanced than their neighbors which made the prince a very eligible bachelor. Prince Tony Stark was a handsome young man and as far as you were concerned, he was a shameless rake. You didn’t serve him directly, but you’d seen a gaggle of girls leave his chamber from time to time and the obnoxious sounds and giggling that escaped through his door made you shudder. You’d heard fellow maids mutter excitedly about spending a night with him and you flushed at how they could allow the prince to compromise them like that. What man would marry them if they got to know of their dalliances with the prince. Your parents were in the process of fixing a match for you in the baker’s family that supplied desserts to the kingdom. As a mere maid, you would be marrying above you and you shuddered to think what your future husband would say if he ever thought you had consorted with other men before marriage. With this in mind, you took special care to stay away from the prince and his lords, always praying you wouldn’t catch anyone’s eye.

You were excited today since you’d be accompanying the Queen and her ladies to their hunting trip. It was also rumored that Princess Virginia Potts - nicknamed Pepper - would also be joining the royal company. Everyone suspected that by the time this trip would be over, Prince Tony’s philandering ways would be over, and he would be engaged to Princess Pepper. Your mother who was not coming with you desperately prayed the royal match would be made, since she hoped that after their marriage your services would be availed by the princess and carry on after she took over as queen. Being a royal’s personal aid was an envied position and those servants who had that honor often had a superior sneer on their faces. Their jobs were more than simply attending to their masters during the day. They would also draw their baths, help them dress and accompany them to every royal event. These were the servants who ordered the other servants around and if you could make that position with the new princess, maybe it would be the baker’s boy who would be marrying above him.

Your mother’s instructions were very clear. Never be rude to any lord or lady and do their bidding without complaint. If you meet Princess Pepper, do your best to catch her eye and make her like you so that when she marries here, she’ll remember you and have you as her maid. More than that, stay away from every other man, be it lord or servant. You didn’t need whispers reaching home about you having a romp in the bushes with a stranger.

The path the hunting party was following was rough and you bemoaned your fate as you walked. The higher up servants travel on mules beside their masters, or in the palanquin with the royals if you were a personal aid. You prayed that Princess Pepper would like you so that in future you wouldn’t have to walk like a common maid. When it was announced that they will be pitching the tents for tonight and will continue deeper into the forest tomorrow, you almost moaned in relief. Your legs ached and your back hurt from carrying stuff on it for most of the day. The only thought you had was serving the ladies as fast as you could so that you could join the rest of the servants in your own tent and get some rest.

Once everyone was fed and you had seen to the comfort of the ladies, you made your way back to your tent that was pitched a little way away from the royals. It had taken longer than expected since every lady wanted extra mesh to keep the insects out or needed you to smoke coal in the corner of their tent to kill mosquitos. By the time you were done tending, almost everyone was in their own tents and only the night guards remained outside. Your tent finally came into your view when you passed the animals that were tied nearby. Walking past you noticed a water trough and paused. Your feet were dirty and itched and pouring a little water on them and cleaning the dried mud seemed like a good way to get better sleep. You approached the trough and lifted your skirt and with one hand splashed water on your feet. The cool water felt like heaven to you and so you poured some more. Between the water splashing and cicadas chirping around you, you didn’t hear anyone approach until their voice startled you.

“And who are you, taking water from my horse’s trough?” Came a masculine voice.

You started and turned around suddenly to the three men who stood behind you. Your movement was fast causing you to stumble on your wet feet and fall face first into the ground. You groaned in pain and three pair of feet rushed forward.

“Are you okay?”, someone asked and taking hold of your arm pulled you into a sitting position. Your breath almost stopped as you gazed into the eyes of Lord James Rhodes. Behind him stood Lord Steven Rogers and – your breath hitched – the prince himself.

“I – I am sorry to trouble you my lord. I am fine, thank you.” You stood up and Lord Rhodes removed his hand from your arm.

“What are you doing here at this time?” It was Lord Rogers who had asked you this and you turned your eyes downcast quickly. His reputation with the ladies was just as notorious as the prince’s.

“I was washing my feet, my lord.”

“You shouldn’t be out in the forest at this time girl. Do you want to be eaten by some wild animal?” Lord Rhodes admonished you and you shook under his glare. “Go back to your tent now and let everyone else know not to wander at night here. You get it?” You eagerly nodded and hoped they’ll leave so you can run back to your tent and die of shame.

Lord Rhodes shook his head and went away, and Lord Rogers followed him. The Prince however stayed and came closer to you.

“You’ve got mud on your face little girl”, and he took out a handkerchief which he dipped in the water and brought it to your face. You stood still, trembling as he wiped the dirt on your nose and cheeks. Once it was clean you slowly raised your eyes to him, and he sucked in a sharp breath as he beheld your bare face for the first time. His lips parted as he started at you and you gulped, taking a few hasty steps away. Your mother is going to whip you for embarrassing the family name by being such a silly ninny in front of the Prince.

“I’ll take your leave, your highness.” You dipped into a curtesy and turned away, ready to run.

“Wait!” Prince Tony said and you stopped, turning to face him again. “What’s your name?”

“Y/n, your highness” You hoped he would not ask your family name. What would your poor paa do if he ever learnt of your mishap.

“Y/n” The prince whispered your name. “Who are you serving currently?”

“The Queen’s ladies your highness”

Tony nodded and you finally turned away. You skipped into your tent, not even bothering to change out of your stained dress before sinking into the thin mattresses that served as your bed and pulling the sheets up to your chin. Your sleep that night was restless, nightmares of being banished from work plaguing you. Despite laying down later than everyone else, you still woke up early and cleaned your dress the best you could. Your supervisor would be about soon with your orders of the day and you had to be prepared.

“Get your asses moving, you lazy hens!” Your supervisor shouted and you cringed. She was a tall woman with a stern face and carried with her a thick stick that she used on the backsides of maids who didn’t work fast enough for her. She gave everyone their orders but when it was your turn for it, she frowned.

“You are Y/n?” She asked and you nodded fearfully. Perhaps she had heard of your stunt last night and was here to whip you.

“You make your way to the Prince’s tent. Your duty is with him until I tell you otherwise.”

Your mouth opened in shock and you gaped at her like a fish out of water.

“W – With the prince?” You squeaked and the supervisor glared at you.

“Don’t you go talking in that voice around his highness and the lords, girl! He has requested you and you are to serve him for the duration of the hunt. You get it? Now run along!”

You stumbled around the campsite and made your way to the Prince’s lavish tent. You couldn’t understand what was happening and you kept chewing on your lips nervously. Reaching the tent, you hesitated before entering. The royal’s tents were better than your quarters back home. The ground was evenly flattened and was covered with a rug. There was a soft mattress on a wooden frame, how they carried it here you didn’t know. The drapes of the tent were velvet and the sheets on the bed were silk. You looked around in awe.

“Ah good, you’re here.”

You jumped and looked at the Prince who you hadn’t noticed in the corner of the tent. You curtsied and he smiled at you. His hair was disheveled from sleep and his robe was open at the top, baring his chest. Head rose unbidden to your cheeks and you ducked your head quickly. Tony walked around the bed to come closer to you and stood in front of you.

“Will you fetch me my garments from the chest in the corner along with my riding gear?” He phrased the command like a question and you quickly nodded, rushing to get what he wanted. The Prince had requested you, but why. You took out his clothes and taking them in your hand you turned around and almost dropped them in fright. The Prince had removed his robe and stood only in his underwear, his hands on his waist with a smirk on his face.

“Well? Are you just going to stare at me, or will you come here and help me dress?”

You walked forward slowly. It was not entirely uncommon for a man to have female servants, but what he was asking you to do was done by personal aids. Those were generally of the same sex. You hesitated before holding open the prince’s tunic for him to slip his arms into. You pushed it on his shoulders and had to reach on your toes since he was so much taller than you. You quickly fastened his tunic and held out his trousers to him. He didn’t take them from you but only raised an eyebrow and you almost started crying. He wanted you to put them on him! You were sure he could see your shivering form as you helped him put one foot in and then the other. He had placed one hand on your shoulder to steady himself and the heat of it was burning you. Thankfully, he buttoned them himself and you fetched his riding cloak and belt.

“You’re very quiet, aren’t you?” Tony asked, and allowed you to don the cloak over him. You took the belt and wound it through the loops before buckling it. Your shaking hands made it difficult and Tony chuckled, his own hands stilling yours.

“You look like a scared kitten, little girl. Do I scare you?” He asked and you nervously raised your eyes to his. He was smiling, his handsome face only inches away from yours.

“No, your highness. I’ve just never done the work of a personal aid before.” Tony hummed and pulled you a little closer by your hands so that his front brushed against yours, only your clasped hands in between.

“You should get used to this now. You’ll be serving me in this capacity from now onwards.” He said. You nodded and tried to get out of his hold, but he held you tight. Your heart kept hammering in your chest and you almost fainted as the Prince started leaning down towards your face.

“Tony, what’s taking you so long?”

Lord Rogers entered the tent and stopped short as he looked at your frightened face inches away from the Prince’s annoyed one. He smirked and folded his hands against his chest. “I’m sorry your highness, did I interrupt something?” His tone was mocking, and you willed your tears away. What must they think of you?

“You have the worst timing Steve.” Tony harrumphed and released you from his hold. You staggered back from him and ducked your head. “This is Y/n, my new personal aid. She was only helping me buckle my belt”

Steve chucked and shot the prince an amused look. You had heard that the prince and lord Rogers were childhood friends, but they had to be seriously close for Steve to call him by his name and without formality. Tony quickly dismissed you then and told you to prepare for today’s journey. You were to travel with the prince’s group. You bobbed a curtesy and left, brushing against Lord Rogers who didn’t move from the entrance to give you way.

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You were living your worst nightmare as you walked with the other servants beside the Prince’s hunting party. You were the only woman between The Prince, his two lords and half a dozen other servants. The forest got darker the deeper you went, and you kept stumbling on long weeds and catching your clothes on low hanging branches.

“Stop!”, Lord Rhodes said raising a hand and everyone came to halt. Everyone felt silent and the eerie sounds of the forest seemed to echo. The horses shuffled nervously, and you looked around for whatever it was that Lord Rhodes had seen.

“There” Whispered Lord Rogers and pointed somewhere in the distance. You couldn’t see what they saw from their mounted height, but you stepped back cautiously. What if it was a tiger? Or a bear?

The men readied their bows and arrows and The Prince took the first shot. Notching his arrow and pulling it taut, he looked utterly determined to get his prey. His eyes were dark and focused, a hunter who wouldn’t be denied anything. The arrow sailed past the trees and you heard the sickening noise of it sinking into some animal who whined. Two of the servants rushed towards the sound and a few minutes later they dragged in one of the largest moose you’d ever seen. It was meters long with horns like spread wings. The Lords cheered in appreciation and clapped the prince on his back.

“Well, seems like you got the largest one right in the beginning your highness. I doubt anyone else will bring an animal grander than this”, Lord Rogers said, and the Prince gave him a smug smile. He looked at the dead animal and then to your surprise at you. His lips twitched and you involuntarily shuddered.

“This animal is too large for just two people to handle. Tie it up and all of you take it back to the campsite. Don’t you dare let it drag on the ground. I want everyone to see it in its glory.”

As the servants got out the ropes and started tying the moose upside down to thick logs, you breathed a sigh of relief. You preferred going back to the campsite than being near the Prince and his friends. Once it was done, the men carried the beast on their shoulders and started walking. You walked behind them, trying not to bump into them.

“Y/n, where do you think you’re going?” The Prince called out and you stopped. Turning to look at him with your hands held before you, you softly spoke.

“You said all of us are to take the animal back to the campsite, your highness.”

“All of the men. Not you.”

Your panic-stricken eyes met his and you saw him grin. Looking at the other men you noticed Lord Rhodes frowning at the prince while Lord Rogers sat on his horse in absolute amusement.

“You can’t help them carry the animal anyway. Come along, we still have to make a round around the clearing before getting back before sundown.”

You followed them in a sort of trance, sweat running down your back. Whatever the Prince had planned, you wanted no part in it. You prayed that Princess Pepper would arrive soon with her entourage so that you could get away from the overbearing presence of the Prince. Walking onwards you saw you’d reached a stream and the men dismounted to allow their horses to drink. You unloaded the flask from the horse’s side and served the men before resting against a tree. You were aware of the Prince’s gaze that had not left your person for hours now. What he found so interesting you didn’t know, but you tried your best to skirt around him without bringing more attention to yourself.

“You seem tired.” The prince suddenly arrived in front of you and jolted you into a standing position. You timidly shook your head. “Yes, yes, you do seem awfully tired. You’ve been walking all this time. But you know, I am nothing if not a benevolent prince. You’ll ride with me”

Your eyes started watering and you tried to step away but the tree at your back prevented you from doing so. The Prince placed a hand on your shoulder and squeezed.

“Don’t be afraid. My horse is extremely well behaved, it won’t jolt you.” He took your hand then and dragged you unwillingly to his ride. You tried to dig your legs in the ground, but he persisted. You looked at the other two lords and though Lord Rhodes had a disapproving look in his eyes, none of them said a word as Prince Tony lifted you around the waist and swung you on the horse back. You sat side straddled and before you could make a noise, he climbed up behind you and had his hand under your chest in a tight hold. You sniffled as the Prince pulled at the reins and the horse started moving. As scared of riding the animal as you were, you were more afraid of the man sitting behind you, pulling you tight against his body.

“Your highness, please. I’ll walk” You said, your voice cracking. He was too close. His front was pressed against your back and side and you were afraid to move lest you fall.

“Nonsense. As a kind ruler, why would I allow you to walk when you can ride with me, my little girl.” You felt his head dipping low and then his nose touched your head, moving slowing down until it brushed against the back of your neck. You squirmed in his hold, terrified beyond your wits for you knew there was no one who could challenge him. You felt his breath against your skin and then his lips burned a kiss on your skin making you almost jump out of his arms.

“Be still!” He ordered sternly and pulled you back harder into him. His hand slowly caressed your side before it fondled your covered breast and you finally let your tears fall.

“Please, don’t do this.” You begged and you felt him shift behind you.

“You don’t tell me what to do little girl. The moment I saw you last night, you were meant to be mine. So, shut up and stop moving. You do not want to make me angry.” His command was hissed directly in your ear and your shoulders slumped. You raised your head an inch and saw Lord Rhodes had ridden way ahead in order to avoid seeing you. Lord Rogers however was just a few paces away, his eyes leering at you and roving over your body. Prince Tony followed your gaze and clenched his jaw.

“Steve, if you know what’s good for you, you’ll avert those eyes right now. Don’t let me catch you looking at her again. She’s not to be shared. This one is mine.” He said gruffly and immediately Lord Rogers straightened and urged his horse faster to go behind Lord Rhodes.

The Prince hugged you, resting his chin on your head.

“No one else will have you. I can almost smell your innocence, its so palpable. Only I’ll have you. No one else will defile you. You’re mine. Only mine.”

You returned to the campsite in the Prince’s arms, his slow touches all over your belly and chest. He had pressed his lips on your neck and his beard had scraped against your skin. You had felt his arousal against your back, and you were mortified. You had to escape from here in the cover of the night and go back home. You will tell your parents and run away to some other kingdom.

You had asked to be let off a little away from the campsite so no one will catch you riding with the Prince. He had seemed utterly reluctant but then he let you down and allowed you to walk the rest of the way. Once there you quickly rejoined the other servants while everyone returned. You tried your best to keep yourself busy with the work and assisted others in making beds and collecting wood. You were picking off leaves from the hem of ladies’ dresses when your supervisor charged towards you puffing like an enraged bull.

“You girl! What the devil are you doing here? Didn’t I assign you to the Prince? He’s expecting you in his tent! Leave that dress and scram!” She shouted. You hid behind the dress in fear.

“Please madam, I am sick. The forest didn’t agree with me and I am afraid I’ll get sick before the prince. I cannot do him that disservice.” You said, trying to sound like you really were sick. It wasn’t very difficult since the very moment the Prince put his hands on you, you felt bile rise in you.

“Silly child! Why the hell does palace employees incompetent servants like you I don’t know! Go make yourself scarce! Don’t you dare puke on anything, or I’ll tan your hide with my stick. GO!”

You scampered away as fast as you could, offering to wash the dishes and stay out of view. You were thankful that everyone would be tired after a long day and would retire soon. You’ll pack yourself some meager supplies and run away once everyone was asleep. Come morning when they’ll realize you’re missing, you’d be home and on the run. You will not be the Prince’s plaything. Your mother would understand. She would arrange for some relative to take you in.

You took your leave early, scarfing down some food and laying in bed so no one would disturb you. By the time the beds around you filled with other maids, they already believed you were asleep. Soon their snoring filled the tent and after waiting for some more time you crept out of your bed. You quickly tied some food and a flask in your satchel and moved out on tippy toes. The night was silent, and you gave a relived sigh because no guards were placed before the servant’s tents. Quiet as a mouse you scurried through the dark to the path you’d taken while getting here. You didn’t want to travel at night but you’d rather brave the dark than let someone ruin you.

You kept to the edge of the path, hoping that if anyone passed by, you’ll jump into the trees and hide. How did your life take this turn? You were supposed to marry a baker’s boy, maybe get the opportunity to serve the new princess. Your life was supposed to be simple. Go to work, manage your house, and husband and give him a few children every few years. Its what your mother taught you. You didn’t wear dresses that showed your bosom like some other maids, you didn’t style your hair or steal cologne from the ladies’ room. You were a good girl, keeping her virtue for her husband like you’d been taught to.

So lost were you in your thoughts that you didn’t notice the figure waiting for you in the dark. You stumbled and fell straight into the arms of the very man you were running from. The moonlight glossed over Prince Tony’s face and you gasped in fear, kicking your hands and legs that he quickly held in his own. His eyes were angry, and rage was clear on his face.

“Little girl, I was told you are sick.” He said in a dangerous voice. His hands tightened around your own while you looked at him with a sense of doom.

“Y – your highness” You whimpered, and he growled. Quicker than you could know what was happening, you were dragged into the trees and pushed against one, Prince Tony’s hands on either side of you. Caged.

“You dare to run away from me, your master, your Prince?” He said through gritted teeth, his hands curling into fists and you trembled. He took your hands in one of his and pushed them above your head, the other hand covering your mouth the moment you opened it to scream. “You going to call for help, my little girl? Who’s going to help you? Hmm?”

Silent tears trailed down your cheeks and the sparse moonlight illuminated them. The Prince breathed deeply, his eyes taking in your delicate form. Leaning down he licked those tears away and you sobbed behind his hand and closed your eyes.

“I’ll remove my hand now. If you scream, I’ll gag you with a cloth. Or would you prefer my cock?”

His vulgar words made your body shudder and heat rise in your face. You shook you head, and he slowly took his hands from your mouth and cradled your face. He kissed you hard, his lips punishing with barely suppressed anger. You struggled in his hold, but he didn’t let up, forcing you to accept his kiss. Accept him.

“You’re mine. You can’t run away from me. I’ll have you and if you dare try to escape, I’ll have you chained to my bed.” He vowed. You gave a pained cry and wiggled your wrists that were bruising in his grip. He let them go and examined them gently, a complete contrast to a moment ago. “You must remember not to make me mad. I can be kind to you. You’re my little girl.”

He kissed your abused wrists and then your fingers. Your breathing returned to normal under his gentle ministrations. He pulled you into his arms, head resting on top of yours.

“When I saw you last night, it felt as if I’d woken up from a dream. I had never seen a girl as beautiful as you. Every pore of you reflected your innocence, just waiting to be defiled by me. You were mine from that very moment. You are meant for me and I will have you. You will stay with me and bear my heirs.”

You pushed at his chest and shoulders.

“Your highness, please let me go. You are meant to marry Princess Virginia. I am just a maid.”

Tony looked at you in disapproval and one of his hand clutched your head and tilted your head so he could kiss you breathless again.

“I will marry whoever I choose to marry. You will be my princess and when I take the throne you will be my queen. You’ll rule by my side and share my bed.”

“Your Highness –”

“Your Prince!”

“My Prince, please. I am a lowly maid. I will marry the baker’s son and you will marry a princess.”

You thought you could make him see reason. You thought he would understand but the next moment you were back against the tree with a hand against your throat.

“Marry a baker’s boy?!” He thundered and you whined under his hold. “I will burn down this whole kingdom and cut open every last man who dares look at you. You are mine!” He bent to look deep into your eyes and your heart stopped. In his eyes was the same look he had when he hunted that moose. He was the hunter and you were his prey. He will not be denied.

He roughly pushed away from the tree and taking your hand hauled you towards his horse. You were too scared to fight, too scared to cry. You kept your eyes downcast and hoped lightening would strike you out of your misery. You rode back to the campsite with him, not saying a word. His hands were steel bands around you, and you thought he would never let go. Once you reached there, he got off his horse and rather than putting you on the ground carried you in his arms to his tent. Lord Rogers stood outside with a torch in his hands and perked up when he saw you both.

“Steve, I want no guards outside my tent. No one enters or interrupts me tonight.” The prince ordered and Lord Rogers nodded. He gave you a sardonic smile as the prince carried you inside, the flap shutting behind you both. Placing you down on his soft mattress Prince Tony finally let you go. He cupped your face and gazed into your eyes.

“You’ll call me Tony from now onwards. When we’re with others, it will be My Prince. Starting from this night, your whole being would be devoted to me and me alone. You will not look at any other man and if any other man looks at you, you will tell me. It that clear?” He asked you and you nodded. He smiled then, the hardness leaving his face. He kissed you slowly, letting you feel him inside your mouth. His hands traveled from your face to your shoulder and then to the buttons on your dress, undoing each. You pressed your hands against his chest and pushed and Tony pulled away with an annoyed frown.

“Little girl, are you denying your prince?”

You shook your head and looked at him pleadingly.

“My Prince” You breathed and then corrected yourself. “Tony, we cannot do this. You are a Prince, no one would dare cross you. But I will be rejected by the society for losing my virtue to a man not my husband. The King and Queen will not accept me, and I would be cast aside. I’ll be ruined.”

Tony’s eyes turned liquid and a look of utter tenderness overcame his features. He sat down next to you and took you in his lap, your head on his shoulder.

“My little girl, my princess, I would not cast you aside. Mother and father will have to accept you. They will, once I tell them you are carrying my heir.”

You wanted to curse and cry but settled for weeping in Tony’s neck. Nothing could be done now. He will have you and he aims to keep you. More than that, he wants you to be with child so that he can marry you. You will never be able to look your mother in the eyes again. You let Tony push you on your back and climb over you.

He took off your dress and helped you unlace your corset and remove your stockings. Left only in your threadbare chemise, you shivered in embarrassment. No man had ever seen you like this. You watched Tony relieve himself of his clothes and when he removed his underpants your eyes widened in shock. If he puts that thing inside you, you will die, you were sure of it. Tony chuckled at your reaction to his cock and stroked it, making it larger and harder and it seemed like you would faint.

“Don’t worry little girl, I’ll be gentle with you tonight. You’ve been a good girl, haven’t you? You’ve kept yourself for me, so I’ll be good to you in turn. It’s your first time so I won’t take your mouth, only your maidenhead. You will be mine in every way possible.”

He slotted himself between your legs and parted your thighs. Cold air hit your quim and Tony took a moment to admire you before licking a straight strip from your entrance to your nub. You trashed at the unfamiliar feeling, and Tony held you down and got to work on you. His tongue swirled in circles over your bud, making vibrations run through your body like lightening. His finger very gently probed your untouched entrance and glided in smoothly because of how wet you had gotten. He ate you out, thrusting his tongue in and out until you released in his mouth with a muffled scream. You didn’t know laying with a man would feel good. Older women often described it as a chore, but you felt like you were floating.

Kissing your thighs and your belly, Tony removed your chemise to stick his tongue in your belly button before laving it on your breasts. He fondled them and sucked your sensitive nipples, making you cry out when he bit on them.

“These will nurse our children, and after you’re done feeding them, you will nurse me.”

His words got you hot and tingles shot through your spine and settled between your legs. Taking your hands, he put them around him, kissing you deep and long and leaving bites all along your neck and chest. He lined himself him your entrance and looked into your eyes.

“Keep those eyes on me, I want to see them when I make you mine.”

He pushed in, stretching you wider and wider, every inch leaving you gasping in pain. He was careful not to rush and when after what felt like forever, he stopped, you looked in his eyes to see them blown almost black with lust. His touch was possessive, and he thrust slowly as first, letting you get used to it and to ease your pain. You let out a little moan when he brushed against your bud and he growled in triumph before he took you like a man possessed. His thrusts were harder and deeper, his balls slapping you in your ass. He kissed you wherever he could and despite how much you hated being caught in this situation, you moaned.

“I’m going to fill you up now and then again and again. I’ll fill you until you’re round with my child. I’ll fill every hole of your body with my essence until you stink of me. You will be my wife, my princess, my queen and the mother of my children.”

Pinching your bud, you came for the second time, clamping down on him and triggering his own release. You felt warmth blossom inside you with his seed and he gave a few more thrusts before stilling. Pulling out, he lay beside you and took you in his arms. He kissed your head and then your lips before resting you on his chest.

“You have been excused from all your duties as a maid. The only thing you’ll be doing from now on is me.”

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