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nickeverdeen · 10 months ago

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Whispers of the heart | Kit Tanthalos x fem!reader

The sound of clashing swords echoed in the training grounds as Kit and Jade engaged in a spirited bout. You stood by, attentively watching the exchange, arrows tucked into your makeshift quiver. As Kit executed a well-timed strike, she noticed your gaze and flashed a triumphant grin.

"See that move, Y/N? You could learn a thing or two from me," Kit teased, her confidence radiating.

You chuckled, taking the banter in stride. "Maybe, Kit, but archery requires finesse, not brute force."

Jade joined the conversation, offering a playful jab at Kit's training style. "Y/N's got a point. Sometimes subtlety can outmatch strength."

Kit, undeterred, twirled her sword with a flourish. "I'll take my strength over subtlety any day."

The banter continued as the trio ventured into a light-hearted discussion about their respective training preferences. As Jade offered guidance on refining Kit's technique, you interjected with insights on precision and accuracy drawn from her archery experience.

The sun began its descent, casting a warm hue over the training grounds. Kit wiped the sweat from her brow, turning to you. "You know, archery might have its merits."

You raised an eyebrow in mock surprise. "Oh? Admitting that subtlety has its place in the world?"

Kit's laughter rang out. "Maybe I'll ask you to teach me someday, when I'm not busy saving my brother’s ass."

The camaraderie between the three grew stronger with each passing day. As you and Kit continued to exchange playful banter, Jade found joy in watching their friendship flourish. Beneath the moonlit sky, the training grounds transformed into a haven of shared laughter, dreams, and unwavering support.

One evening, as they rested after an intense training session, Kit broached a topic that had lingered in her thoughts. "Y/N, you never talk much about your life before Tir Asleen. What brought you here?"

Your expression softened, your eyes reflecting the flickering flames of the nearby torches. "It's a long story, Princess, but sure I'll share it with you."

Seated in a circle, the trio delved into the intricacies of your past. The night unfolded with stories of a distant village, a peasantry burdened by injustice, and your journey to Tir Asleen in pursuit of a life free from oppression.

As the revelations unfolded, Kit and Jade listened attentively, offering empathetic nods and words of encouragement. The bond between them deepened, transcending the boundaries of royalty and commoner.

In the quiet moments that followed, Kit looked at you with newfound understanding. Their conversations became a tapestry of shared experiences, dreams, and vulnerabilities. You and Kit found solace in each other's stories, forging a connection that defied the societal norms attempting to dictate their paths.

As the moon hung high in the sky, casting a gentle glow over the training grounds, the princess, the archer, and the swordswoman continued their journey of camaraderie, laughter, and unwavering friendship.

———

As the months passed, Kit found herself captivated by more than just your archery skills. There was an unspoken connection between you two, a magnetic force that drew Kit in whenever you trained together. Each clash of swords seemed to spark an invisible energy, leaving Kit feeling a mix of exhilaration and confusion.

Jade, ever perceptive, couldn't help but notice the subtle shifts in Kit's demeanor. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she began teasing Kit relentlessly, especially during moments when you were out of earshot.

"Kit, you seem a bit distracted today. Anything on your mind?" Jade quipped, a sly smile playing on her lips.

Kit shot her a glance, a mixture of irritation and embarrassment. "Nothing, Jade. Just focused on the training."

Jade chuckled knowingly. "Focused, huh? Is that what they taught you to call it?"

Kit's cheeks flushed, and she swatted Jade with the flat of her sword. "You're reading too much into it."

Jade feigned innocence. "Oh, am I? It's just amusing how you and Y/N have this... almost sexual tension when you're sparring."

Kit rolled her eyes, attempting to brush off Jade's comments. However, the seed of realization had been planted, and Kit couldn't deny the truth in Jade's words.

One day, as you and Kit engaged in a particularly intense sparring session, Jade couldn't resist making her presence known. She whistled from the sidelines, interrupting your rhythm. "Wow, if I didn't know better, I'd say there's a storm brewing here. Anyone else feel the heat?"

Kit shot Jade an exasperated look, but her heart raced in sync with the rhythm of the blades. You, oblivious to the underlying tension, raised an eyebrow at the teasing.

"What's going on, Kit? Jade seems to think we're putting on a show," you said with a bemused expression.

Kit stammered, attempting to brush it off. "Jade's just being... Jade. You know it."

Jade winked at Kit, enjoying every moment of her best friend's discomfort. "I'm just saying, there's a certain spark in the air. You two might want to address it before the entire kingdom starts placing bets."

As you and Kit continued your training, the unspoken tension lingered, creating a dynamic that neither could fully grasp. Kit, conflicted by her growing feelings, struggled to maintain composure. Jade, on the other hand, reveled in the unfolding drama, eager to see how it would play out.

In the quiet moments after training, Kit often found herself stealing glances at you, contemplating whether to confront the truth or let the unspoken connection linger in the realm of ambiguity.

———

Kit and Jade engaged in a casual discussion as they prepared the training grounds for the day. The morning sun cast a warm glow, and the air buzzed with anticipation. Jade couldn't help but bring up a topic that had been lingering in the air.

"You know, Kit, you don't have to be so subtle about it," Jade remarked with a playful grin.

Kit raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. "Subtle about what?"

Jade chuckled. "About your feelings for Y/N, of course. Everyone can see it, even Airk and that’s a lot to say."

Kit rolled her eyes, dismissing the notion. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

As they continued setting things up, you approached, having overheard their conversation. You stumbled slightly on purpose, a subtle signal that you were well aware of the topic at hand. Without acknowledging it directly, you joined the conversation seamlessly.

"Morning, you two. What's the plan for today?" You asked, your tone light.

Jade exchanged a knowing glance with Kit, who tried to maintain composure. "Just the usual routine. Kit here is working on her sword skills."

You nodded, a small smile playing on your lips. "Sounds like a plan. Let me know if you need any help."

As the training session commenced, you couldn't help but steal glances at Kit in action. The rhythmic clash of swords echoed through the air, and Kit's prowess left an impression. You found herself captivated, realizing that your feelings were evolving beyond friendship.

Amidst the camaraderie and shared laughter, unspoken emotions lingered beneath the surface, gradually weaving a tale of friendship and a growing connection between the princess, the archer.

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Under the canopy of the garden, you and Kit strolled along, the quiet rustle of leaves accompanying your footsteps. Kit couldn't help but notice the subtle warmth between you two as your hands brushed, each touch sending a flutter through her.

As you walked, your blush deepened, and Kit couldn't help but be intrigued by the unusual sight. Finally, under the shade of a dark tree, you settled beneath the branches, gazing up at the stars scattered across the night sky.

The air held a sense of anticipation as Kit mustered the courage to open up. "Y/N," she began, her voice soft in the quietude of the night, "there's something I've been meaning to tell you."

You turned to her, her eyes reflecting the starlight. "What is it, Kit?"

Taking a deep breath, Kit confessed, "I… Y/N all I care about is you. And if you wanna come prehaps even run away to live somewhere freely, I would tag along, if that’s okay. ‘Cause I don’t wanna have any adventures unless they’re with you. I should’ve told you sooner, you know? And for that I am so sorry. I love you Y/N."

The confession hung in the air, and Kit anxiously awaited your response. The garden, once filled with the sounds of the night, now held a stillness that seemed to echo the beating of your hearts.

The soft glow of moonlight bathed the garden, casting a magical ambiance over you and Kit. As Kit hesitated, wondering if she had made a mistake, your lips met hers in a gentle yet passionate kiss. The world around you two seemed to fade as you became lost in the warmth of each other's embrace.

You, breaking the kiss with a smile, whispered, "I love you too, Kit."

The admission hung in the air, a delicate revelation that opened a new chapter in your relationship. You continued to sit beneath the tree, your fingers entwined with Kit's as you exchanged stories, dreams, and whispered confessions.

As the night deepened, your laughter echoed through the garden, blending with the soft rustle of leaves and the distant murmur of the night. Kit, captivated by the genuine warmth in your eyes, couldn't help but marvel at the depth of your connection.

You moved to a quiet corner under a blossoming tree, where Kit often went when she needed some silence. The fragrance of flowers mingled with the crisp night air as you settled, side by side, on a stone bench. The stars above you two twinkled as if conspiring to keep your secret.

In a small awe by the magic of the night, Kit leaned in to steal a sweet kiss, savoring the taste of the moment. You responded with a tender passion, your fingers gently tracing patterns on Kit's arm. It was a dance of hearts, an unspoken language that surpassed words.

As the night wore on, you eventually found yourselves lying on the cool grass, cuddled together like pieces of a puzzle fitting seamlessly. You, usually the more reserved of the two, nuzzled into Kit's embrace, her heartbeat echoing the rhythm of the garden.

Amid whispered promises and playful banter, the hours slipped away, marking a turning point in their lives. Kit, stroking your hair gently, couldn't shake the feeling that your love story had just begun.

The night, filled with starlight and shared secrets, embraced you until you drifted into a peaceful slumber in the garden. The dawn would bring challenges, but for now, you and Kit found refuge in the warmth of your love, intertwined beneath the celestial canvas of the night sky.

———

During the training, Jade couldn't help but notice the unspoken tension between you and Kit. During a break, she decided to address the elephant in the room.

"Okay, spill it, you two," Jade said with a sly grin. "There's something happening here, and I'm not buying the 'just training' excuse."

Kit exchanged a quick glance with you, and you shared a silent agreement to open up to Jade. Taking a deep breath, Kit began, "Well, you see, it's not just training. Y/N and I... we got together"

You, though a bit shy, nodded in agreement. "Yeah, it's true. We've been getting closer, and our feelings have evolved beyond friendship."

Jade's eyes widened with excitement. "Finally! I've been waiting for this moment. Do you know how long I've had to endure the tension between you two? Spill the details."

Kit chuckled nervously. "It's still new, Jade. We're taking things one step at a time. But there was a moment in the gardens, and, well, things got a bit more serious."

You blushed but continued, "And we decided to see where this takes us. We're not hiding it, but we're also not making a grand announcement. It's complicated, especially considering the kingdom's stance on such matters."

Jade, thrilled by your confessions, grinned widely. "This is perfect! I've been shipping you two for ages. Just promise me I get to be the bridesmaid when you finally decide to tie the knot."

You and Kit laughed, grateful for Jade's support and understanding. The trio continued their training, now with an added layer of shared secrets, inside jokes, and the unspoken promise of a future filled with both challenges and the undeniable bond that tied them together.

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Okay this is horrible and is extremely short, but I hope you guys like it! Feel free to give me any suggestions on how I can improve other imagines in the future.

Love you, stay safe and healthy 🫶💚

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misguidedasgardian · 3 months ago

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Wild Cats (Part XIII)

XIII. The promised land

MASTERLIST

Summary: The light at the end of the tunnel… you don’t know if that is good or bad

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Zombie apocalypse AU, living dead, zombies, guts, blood, guns, injures, cannibalism, mentions of rape, might miss some warnings

+18, MINORS DNI

Notes: I was planning on rewatching (I’m on season 6), to write this, but like I said, I want to separate a bit from this, so… I’m narrating with a bit of mistakes, but, since I got three more people playing here that weren’t here before (Tyresse, Beth and Reader), things are bound to be different, right?.

This was surreal

You were on the way to a community that had walls, 800.000 dollar houses on it, running water, facilities, dance groups, families, you name it.

After being on the road for months, after executing a man that was trying to rape Carl and then another who was going to beat up Daryl to death, after being offered Sanctuary only to be a trap set by literal living cannibals, only to be throw back in the wild, making your group turn completely feral you believed

(the turning point being when you ate those dogs)

If this was another trap, you didn’t think you’d survive it.

You were so tired, not only physically, but also mentally, your brain had gone into survival mode too many times already that you were exhausted, a type of exhaustion that didn’t went away with a good night's sleep.

And now it was worse, not because you wanted to prove yourself for the team, but because now you cared so much for them that you were terribly stressed not only for yourself but for Daryl, Judith, Carl, Rick, and all the others.

But if this was real…

Gods please let it be real

You needed this, you deserve it

Well, did you?

You felt a light squeeze on your shoulder, you looked up at Carl, who smiled at you

“We are going to be fine”, you chuckled, ruffling his hair and wrapping an arm around him

“I should be the one telling YOU that, little dude”, you said with a soft smile

“Why do you always walk behind the group?”, he asked softly when you released him, you realized you didn’t quite have a good chat with Carl since the first days of you meeting him

“Well…”, you started, “It’s a position from where I can assist if someone needs me, and have a complete view of what is happening…”, he only hummed, “I can make sure nobody is left behind…”

“Well except you”, he said

“Right”, you conceded, “also from there I can…”

“Take care of everybody”, he said, you only nodded

You were concerned, to say the least, when things seemed too good to be true, they probably were, they probably were a lie, and you were betting your lives on this one

Well, you weren’t gonna last anyways if you kept going out there in the wild, and you had two kids to think about, so, for Judith and Carl was worth to try…. But Rick… was a bit mad…

itw as understandable, after everything that happened, whatever you felt he felt it ten times more, as he had kids, and he was the ringleader, the one that made decisions

So yeah, you could understand him… how he reacted when you met the man who was going to take you to Alexandria.

Maggie and you had to coerce Daryl to get a good sleep after spending most hours of the night fighting against the strength of walkers and a storm, and then he stood watch for the lot of you to sleep

You stood on each side of the archer until he leaned into you and sneaked a couple of hours of sleep, Maggie smiled at you, nodding and leaving the two of you, you cuddled him against you, under your arm as he had done, and once he had closed his eyes, you took the liberty of actually, caressing his hair softly, lulling him to sleep

“I’ll keep watch for a couple of hours”, you promised, him only humming in response.

This is the second time he slept this close to you, and he realized, he never slept more comfortable since this shit show started.

He was the hunter and main protector of the group, and he deserved his rest more than anybody. Maggie looked at you and nodded, and accompanied Sasha outside of the barn, to see what was going on out there.

You catched Rick staring at the both of you, and you shared looks, he only smiled at you, it was a smirk more like it, he barely nodded at you, like giving you permission. And with a subtle smile he took Judith from Carl and cradled her against his chest.

You felt his calm breath on the side of your face, and you thought about how nice it felt, how nice he was. How much you liked him

You barely knew him, but at the same time, you felt like you knew him for forever, how he accepted you and took you in, how he always made sure you were alright, trough being a bit mean, and frustrated, but Maggie was right, he cared for you… his soft demeanor of the past days, his pretty eyes… and you wondered if you could ever… if he would… if he would like you as much as you liked him…

Your thoughts were interrupted, when Maggie entered the barn back

“Hey guys…”, she said, Daryl stirred awake. Behind Maggie came a man you didn’t know, “This is Aaron, we met him outside…”, in a second, everybody was standing to attention, and guns were being unlocked. Daryl grabbed his crossbow and pointed right at the unknown man. “He’s by himself, we took his weapons and we took his gear”

“Hi!”, he greeted. “It’s nice to meet you”, he was weirdly clean, he looked like he was out here for a trekking experience in a easy path, not in the middle of the apocalypse

“You said he had a weapon?”, asked Rick, Maggie passed him his gun, he checked the ammo on it and then he looked up at him, “There’s something you need?”

The group became hostile towards this guy, he looked all too well kept and you didn’t buy it either, that he was alone, this might be a trap

“He had a camp nearby”, said Sasha, the look in her eyes told you he wasn’t buying it either, “he wants us to audition for a membership”

“I wish there was another word”, he said, raising his hands, proving he meant no harm, “Audition makes it seem like we are a dance group, that is only friday nights”, he was terribly nervous, perhaps because all of the guns pointed at him at the moment, “and it’s not a camp, it’s a community”, you looked at Rick, who did not seemed impressed, “... i think you all would make valuable additions, but it’s not my call, my job its to convince you all to follow me home”, he saw the faces of the group, you were not buying it, and Rick seemed positively rabid with the look he had going on

You were all weary of this stranger, sharing concerned looks amongst yourselves, he was weirdly calm, like he was some sort of messiah

“I know, if I were you, I wouldn’t go either…”, he explained softly, he seemed weirdly nice, if anything, “Not until I knew exactly what I was getting into. Sasha, can you hand Rick my pack? Front pocket, there's an envelope”, Sasha weirdly did as he told her, “There's no way I could convince you to come with me just by talking about our community. That's why I brought those. I apologize in advance for the picture quality. We just found an old camera store last…”

“Nobody gives a shit”, interrupted Daryl

“ You're absolutely 100% right. That's the first picture I wanted to show you because nothing I say about our community will matter unless you know you'll be safe. If you join us, you will be. Each panel in that wall is a 15-foot-high, 12-foot-wide slab of solid steel framed by cold-rolled steel beams and square tubing. Nothing alive or dead gets through that without our say-so…. Like I said, security is obviously important. In fact, there's only one resource more critical to our community's survival. The people. Together we're strong. You can make us even stronger. The next picture, you'll see inside the gates. Our community was first construc…”, Rick had walked over to him and punched him in the face so hard he left him on the ground

“So we're clear, that look wasn't a "let's attack that man" look. It was a "he seems like an okay guy to me" look”, protected Michonne

“This wasn't a very good start”, you muttered, watching him

“We got to secure him. Dump his pack. Let's see what this guy really is”, commanded Rick, Daryl took his pack and turn it over into the ground, many items fell out

“Everybody else, we need eyes in every direction, They're coming for us… We might not know how or when, but they are”, you didn’t know who he was talking about, but you took your gun out of your holster and walked to the back of the barn towards a small window to see outside

“Me and Sasha, we didn't see him. If he had wanted to hurt us, he could've”, Maggie tried to explain, and you were glad you weren't the only one who thought Rick was taking things a bit… cray cray

“Anybody see anything?”, he asked, ignoring Maggie, and Michonne for that matter

“Just a lot of places to hide”, said Glenn, that, as Daryl was right there with Rick, checking the other glassless window of the barn

“All right, keep looking. What did you find?”, Rick asked Carl

“Never seen a gun like that before”

“It’s a flare gun”, he said back, the man who identified as Aaron groaned, waking up

“That's a hell of a right cross there, Rick”, he smiled, he actually smiled

“Sit him up”, you walked towards the man

“You’ll have to forgive us”, you said more calmly, Rick looked back at you, “the last time someone offered us sanctuary, they tried to eat us”, Aaron frowned, not really getting the main gist of it.

“You're being cautious. I completely understand”, he said lightly, he was good at his job, if it was in fact recruiting people

“How many of your people are out there? You have a flare gun. You have it to signal your people. How many of them are there?”, asked Rick

“Does it matter?”, you could tell he was getting frustrated

“Yes. Yes, it does”

“I mean, of course, it matters how many people are actually out there, but does it matter how many people I tell you are out there? Because I'm pretty sure no matter what number I say... eight, 32, 444, zero... No matter what I say, you're not going to trust me”

“Well, it's hard to trust anyone who smiles after getting punched in the face”, said Sasha

“How about a guy who leaves bottles of water for you on the road?”, he tried then

“How long have you been following us?”, asked Daryl

“Long enough to see that you practically ignore a pack of roamers on your trail. Long enough to see that despite a lack of food and water, you never turned on each other. You're survivors and you're people. Like I said, and I hope you won't punch me for saying it again, that is the most important resource in the world”

“How many others are out there?”, asked Rick

“One”, Rick didn’t buy it, neither did you, “I knew you wouldn't believe me. If it's not words, if it's not pictures, what would it take to convince you that this is for real? What if I drove you to the community? All of you? We leave now, we'll get there by lunch”

“I'm not sure how the 18 of us are going to fit in the car you and your one friend drove down here in”

‘We drove separately. If we found a group, we wanted to be able to bring them all home. There's enough room for all of us”

“And you're parked just a couple miles away, right?”, asked Carol, who, as the rest, was not convinced.

“East on Ridge Road, just after you hit Route 16. We wanted to get them closer, but then the storm came, blocked the road. We couldn't clear it.”

“Yeah, you've really thought this through”

“Rick, if I wanted to ambush you, I'd do it here. You know, light the barn on fire while you slept, pick you off as you ran out the only exit. You can trust me”, it amde sense, what he said, but Rick, again wasn’t buying it, who were though, was Maggie, Sasha, Tyresse, and Michonne

“I'll check out the cars”, Michonne said softly

“There aren't any cars!”, insisted Rick

“There's only one way to find out”, she said softly

“We don't need to find out”, he said, and your stomach growled on protest

“We do… You know what you know and you're sure of it, but I'm not”, she said

“Me neither”, Rick then looked at you, and you nodded, accepting Maggie’s words

“Your way is dangerous, mine isn't”, insisted Rick

“Passing up someplace where we can live? Where Judith can live? That's pretty dangerous. We need to find out what this is. We can handle ourselves. So that's what we're gonna do”, said Michonne

“Then I will, too. I'll go”, said Glenn. Rick then seemed to see reason

“Abraham”, he called, the ginger understood inmediatly

“Yeah. I'll walk with them”, he said firmly

“Rosita?”, he asked then

��Okay”, she said softly

“If there's trouble, you got enough firepower?”, he asked Glenn

“We got what we got”

“The walkies are out of juice. If you're not back in 60 minutes, we'll come. Which might be just what they want. If we're all in here, we're a target”. He insisted, as the selected group exited the barn to go to their mission

“I've got the area covered”, said Daryl heading out as well, you followed im closely

“All right, groups of two, find somewhere safe within eyeshot”, Rick commanded as the rest of you followed you to take a lap around the barm. Tyresse and Beth stayed back, Noah, Carl and Carol went one way, youw ent with Daryl

“Was that necessary?”, you asked him, “the hostility?”, he turned towards you, he seemed on edge

“Remember what I told ya’ in Atlanta?”, you thought long and hard, and you nodded

“That I’m part of the family, and that I can’t go around trusting people”, you said softly

“That’s right”, he said, “so you tell me what’s goin’ on in ‘ere”

“He seems nice”, you reasoned

“Yeah, that knocked up lady from Terminus seem’ alright too!”, he said quickly, you chuckled

“I know we have been through hell, he just… seems nice, you now, there are still good people out there”, you said softly

“I know”

“What if you had pulled a gun on me?”, you asked, “or you would have liked Rick to do it to me?”

“He did”

“Well yeah”, you said with another chuckle, “but… you get what I mean…”

“Those in there”, he said, pointing at the barn, “are the only ones that matter”

“I agree”, you said softly, you grabbed onto his hand, “you and our group, is the best thing that has happened to me since this started”, you said convincingly, “and I will do anything in my power to take care of you, alright?”

“You don’t need to…”

“I know”, you said with a soft smile, “we are badasses”

“It’s badass”, he said, you looked at him, “we are badass”

“Alright”, you laughed, “eyes on the treeline”, you mocked, as you kept watching the surrounding of the barn.

You returned to the barn shortly after, after making sure there was nobody out there.

“This, this is ours now”, said Rick, pointing at the little

“There's more than enough. It's ours whether or not we go to your camp”

“What do you mean? Why wouldn't we go?”, asked Carl

“If he were lying or if he wanted to hurt us... but he isn't, and he doesn't. We need this. So we're going, all of us”, said Michonne

“Somebody say something if they feel differently”, said Rick, talking to all of the group

“I don't know, man. This barn smells like horse shit”, said Daryl

“Yeah. We're going”, said Abraham

“So where are we going? Where's your camp?”, Rick looked at each and every one of you, and you all silently agreed, so he only nodded, turning to Aaron, who was grinning happily

“Well, every time I've done this, I've been behind the wheel driving recruits back. I believe you're good people. I've bet my life on it. I'm just not ready to bet my friends' lives just yet”, he explained softly

“You're not driving. So if you want to get home, you'll have to tell us how”, every step of the way was going to be a discussion, a struggle, you could already see that

“Go north on Route 16”, he said simply

“And then?”

“ I'll tell you when we get there”

“We'll take 23 north”, sometimes, Rick was a prick, “You'll give us directions from there”

“That's... I don't know how else to say it... That's a bad idea. We've cleared 16. It'll be faster”

“We'll take 23. We leave at sundown”, he sentenced

“We're doing this at night?”, you asked, Michone got close to Rick again

“Look, I know it's dangerous. But it's better than riding up to the gates during the day”, insisted Michonne

“If it isn't safe, we need to get gone before they know we're there”, said Rick, and he had a point, but it only makes sense if you knew the area you were going, otherwise… you only had the element of surprise on your side.

“No one is going to hurt you. You're trying to protect your group, but you're putting them in danger”, said Aaron, he was not making himself any favors

You didn’t look the best, if anything, you look like mercenaries who had deserted their army, turn roge and forced to roam over in a dessert for the last months, and you had proven to be anything but friendly to this guy, and yet… he insisted, if I were him and saw us coming, I would have run in the opposite direction.

Was this a trap? a group sent this guy to make us fall in their trap, but why? to protect their territory? to eliminate possible threats? made sense. You caught Rick staring at you, and you realized you must have looked concerned.

“Tell me where the camp is, we'll leave right now”, insisted Rick, but Aaron got quiet, he didn’t say anything, only looked down “It's going to be a long night Eat. Get some rest if you can”, he said to the group.

You felt cooped up in that barn, you wanted some fresh air, and Daryl was right, it did smell like shit in here, so you stepped out of the barn.

Michonne and Maggie followed you, surprisingly

“What are your thoughts on this?”, asked Michonne, and you cursed yourself, because your face was sometimes really transparent

“I don’t know”, you confessed, “I wanted to believe him, I do, but then… Why us? we look like shit, and we have treated him as such”

“He said it, he said he was watching”, said Maggie carefully

“Look, it adds up, but still…”, you said, “if it is a trap, I’m not sure we can fight it, we are so tired… dehydrated”

“Rick listens to you”, said Michonne, “we want to know what you think”

“I think it's worth the risk”, you assured them both, “because if it's real… it sounds pretty damn awesome”, they smiled, and left you alone.

You sat on a fallen tree, and looked at the beautiful day ahead of you, you took a deep breath, these moments, where you could actually take a breath and not smell the dead… were appreciated.

Nightfall came pretty quickly, and soon, you were walking towards a couple of cars, one of them was a big RV, the other… an old thing, cadillac maybe?

“Michonne, Glenn and I will drive with him”, said Rick, “you go on the RV”

“Where's your partner?”, you asked Aaron, he looked everywhere frantically, but there was nobody out there.

“He probably went back when you took the cars”, he said with a nervous smile, “let’s go”

They got in one car, you all entered the RV, Abraham drive, nobody fought it on it

You opened the emergency gate on the roof, and you managed to stand on what was supposed to be a kitchen table, to look ahead from above, and that way, see possible threats, you grabbed a rifle with a silencer and a telescope. You felt pretty cool, like some sort of sniper

You started the journey when it was already late, and the car was in front of you. As you took the road Rick had said you would, Abraham got a little behind them, as he should, keeping distance in case of an emergency, or if they hit the breaks for any reason

“HEY!”, you slammed the roof, as the signal you had agreed and Abraham stopped. You saw a huge herd of walkers and the car in front of you crashing against them

“I saw it too!”, Abraham said, he turned the camper away and returned

“We need to go get them!”, fought Carol

“That is not what we agreed on!”, said Abraham, who had received clear instructions from Rick, you had his kids, so homemade sure they were going to get out of this safely

Abraham returned to an intersection, and took the road Aaron first told him to take, you were mounting guard again, as you took the new street, the night sky was lit up with a red light

“Who fired that?”, you asked, slapping the roof again

“It’s them!”, said Rosita, from inside.

“We’re going!”, demanded Abraham, and the RV took speed down the road.

It was a small town, the bengal was set off by a water tank. From your oint of view, you saw a small herd of roamers, surrounding a car, they had definitely found something… or someone, from there, you took out a bunch of them, before Abraham hit the breaks and everyone got out, you jumped out of the RV, landing dangerously close to broke something, but you didn’t

A man was hiding under the car

“Help!”, he asked, once he saw the threat had been diminished pretty quickly, “I’m Eric, I’m with Aaron!”, you took out your ax, and took out the rest of them, as ROoita and Daryl helped you

Maggie slipped in and help the man to get out of under the car

“I think I broke my ankle!”, he said. Like Aaron, he looked like he was just out on a hike near a fancy town, he looked clean, and well kept.

You helped him up, and towards an old supply store, where Maggie tended to him. Daryl waited outside for the rest of them. Eric had been the one to fire the flare, so, it was a matter of time until they saw it and came too.

Because they were sure to be back, soon

You kept Carl company, as he was terribly nervous, in an alley, waiting for Rick with Daryl and you, and soon, they came in, running down the street, on foot.

Daryl whistled, and they whistled back, that is how you knew it was them.

Aaron came running looking for Eric, you guessed he was his partner, and not only for this run.

“Is everyone alright?”, asked Rick

“Yes”, said Maggie, “everything is fine”, it had been a good scare, but you were all fine, and that is what mattered. Aaron came out of the room where Eric was soon after

“Excuse me. Everyone”, he called your attention, he looked at you quickly, and nodded, “Thank you”, he said, “You saved Eric. I owe you. All of you. And I will make sure that debt is paid in full when we get to our community. When we get to Alexandria. Now, I'm not sure about you, but I'd rather not do any more driving tonight. Maybe we can hit the road tomorrow morning”

“That sounds fine, but if we're staying here for the night, you're sleeping over there”, demanded RIck, and you resisted the urge to roll your eyes

“You really think we got to do that?”, asked Glenn

“It's a safe play. We don't know you”

“The only way you're gonna stop me from being with him right now is by shooting me”, said Aaron, you smiled. Glenn grabbed Rick, and whispered some things to him.

“All right”, he said relented.

You didn’t realize how tired you were until everybody started to look for places to sleep for a couple of hours. You went to the second floor, the whole building was crappy, but from there, you could keep watch.

Daryl followed you

“It seems that if I want to sleep I need to be close to you”, he said, surprising you

The night was calm, a bit warm, and the skies were clear.

One of the best things about the apocalypse, if it was any, is that there was no more “pollution” of any kind, not light, or noise pollution. So you could see the stars

“I’m flattered”, you said softly

“You are a good lookout”

“I’m just trying to play my part”, you said softly, he stood by your side, in a kind of balcony, made of steel tubing, like emergency stairs from the old buildings of cities

“Yeah, me too”, he said, you felt his gaze on you, and you tried to look away

“This community…”, you started, “sounds great”

“Yeah”, he said, “if its real”

“I think it is”, you said surely, “and if it's not, we can keep going”, you assured him, “as long as we are together… we will be fine”, you really believed that

“I dunno why…”, he said slowly, “I keep coming back to ya”, you looked at him, Daryl was a man of short words, and despite it sounded a bit bad, he said it so gently, that you understood what he meant, you were drawn to him too, in a way you couldn’t began to understand

“I like it”, you confessed with a shy smile. You shared smiled and looked away immediately, feeling a bit embarrassed, “Whatever happens tomorrow, or any day”, you said, “you can come back to me”, he only hummed approvingly

You both took turns to sleep, without saying much else, sometimes with Daryl, you didn’t need to say anything.

The very next day you woke up and were ready to leave, you ate canned beans as breakfast, as Aaron was telling everybody that they had manage to have chickens and ate fresh eggs everyday, that sounded amazing, and most of you climbed into the RV, to start the journey to Alexandria

It was a ride for a couple of hours, that wasn’t the issue, you liked road trips, or at least, you used to like them…

You got seated in an area that was supposed to be for eating, and Daryl had gotten inside just behind you, he was going to follow you

“Daryl”, Carol called him, signaling for him to sit with her on the other side of the camper and he did, so you just smiled at Eugene and Tara, who got seated by you side

“Have you ever played Seven-card stud?”, he asked you both, and you immediately engaged with him

“Stack ‘em”, you mocked

“You don’t say it like that, you say rack ‘em when you want to play pool”, teased Tara, you laughed

“So what do I say when I want my cards dealt”

“Deal me in”, says Eugene

“Yeah, if you are from the south”, and a fun argument ensued while you started playing cards

“Stares and squares. It's aces, cuatros, neeners, and two-eyed jacks”, you chuckled as you tried to understand what he meant

“So there's 14 wild cards? Are you serious?”, asked Tara, who was not impressed, you also believed Eugene was teaching you something where only he could win

“Serious as two copulating dogs”

“Copulating dogs are serious?”, you giggled, and you started laughing again, it looked like you were drunk, laughing at anything funny you said.

“Look! DC!”, you jumped at the window like a simple tourist, you had never gotten to see the capital of the United States, and even from afar, and in the middle of the apocalypse, it looked great.

You kept driving, amongst giggles and nervous laughs, the three of you tried to keep it light, but you could tell the environment inside the RV was a bit tense, nobody knew what to expect.

“We are here”, the camper went to a stop and you came back to your senses, watching over the window. There were some abandoned buildings, you got out of it, to see the promised land, the big walls, and a huge gate.

When you saw the gates and the people there to open them, your social anxiety of old came back, quicker than you expected, and you felt dread… and suddenly it hit you… not because they might kill you, or try to eat you, but because you didn’t really wanted to meet more people, or talk to them… or care for them… you took one last look at your group, and wished you could stay the same as you were now, all eighteen of you.

18, such a nice, round number, could be divided by 9, 6, 3 or 2, you liked those numbers, even.

You sometimes were certain that you had an undiagnosed OCD to some degree.

When all of you walked towards those gates, you took a step back, Rick noticed, immediately, as did Daryl

“Hey”, he said softly, “what’s going on?”

“I dunno”, you muttered, you didn’t want things to change, you didn’t want to meet new people, you were getting so tired by this point…

“It’s fine”, he said softly, “it’s gonna be fine”, you nodded. And took a step forwards, signaling that you were fine, you just had a bit of cold feet.

As you stood there, waiting for them to open the gates, you heard a loud noise that made all of you jump and point your guns, but it was only a possum. Daryl shot it, killing it instantly. You all turned to the man who opened the gates, who seemed… horrified, to say the least.

“We brought diner”, said Daryl, raising up the dead possum, you chuckled

Post chapter notes: I realized… because I rewatched… that I really downplayed those weeks on the road, they were completely feral by the point they met poor Aaron. I would have liked to have a couple more chapters with my eighteen, but… this story must go on, I already had them jumping through hoops, jejeje

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chevyslate158 · 10 days ago

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Threads Of Freedom 15th Hunger Games AU Archer Brown x Fem!Reader: Summary

A/n: Hey everyone! This will be my first fanfic posted here on Tumblr, and I am really excited to share both this idea and the story with all of you. I've been conjuring up this idea for a while now and thought it would be a great story to put up on this platform. I hope you enjoy what is to come for this story. I'll be updating as often as I can, and I would love to hear your thoughts along the way! As the story unfolds, I'd be thrilled to get some input from on a major question – should the reader end up with Archer or Coriolanus? Let me know what you think, and stay tuned for Chapter 1! 😊 Warnings: (As this story is still in the works warnings may change but this is just for reference) Violence, control, oppression, obsession, death, manipulation, angst, peacekeeper brutality, stalking, political corruption, abuse of power, public execution, dark romance, and she/her pronouns. Summary: Coriolanus Snow has now been elected as the new president of Panem at the age of 23, and his reign of authority is quickly making its presence felt across the districts, especially with the 15th Hunger Games looming ever closer. With fear gripping the hearts of many in the districts, Coriolanus's primary focus is on maintaining control, and power while quelling any sense of a possible rebellion. However, in the shadows of District 12, a spirited girl dreams of breaking free from the oppressive system that surrounds her and going where the wind takes her. Fueled by a longing for freedom, she yearns to escape with her best friend, Archer Brown, whom she has known since childhood.

But Archer hesitates, torn between his loyalty to his family and the fear of being caught by the ever-watchful peacekeepers. As the reaping unfolds, Coriolanus finds himself captivated by a particular girl in the background, drawn to something about her that gives a resemblance to his former songbird, Lucy Gray, igniting a desire to claim her for himself and make sure the same mistake is not made again. Unbeknownst to her, Coriolanus now has his eyes on her through his peacekeepers in 12, complicating her quest for freedom when each line she tries to cross is broken by more and more rules filling the districts. It comes down to whether she will succeed in convincing Archer to flee with her into the unknown in time, or will the tightening grip of the Capitol crush her dreams of freedom?

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orangflowalober · 10 months ago

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Blessed-Cursed

Pairing: Park Sunghoon x Reader

Genre: regency au; isekai au; prince!sunghoon; princess!reader

Summary: Being Crown Princess sounds fun from a modern-day point of view, no? Wrong. Wrong on so many levels. Starting from the fact that you had fight with your hands and legs to do certain things all over to marriage. Yuck. So how do you suppose one acts when their biggest secret is revealed to someone who has the power to have you executed?

Word count: 5.3k

Warnings: sharp objects - swords, arrows, daggers; marriage; mushy stuff; implications of hunting animals; death of a bear by reader's hand; let me know if I missed anything!

Series: Enhypen Regency AU

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Spotify playlist (songs I listened to while writing / had in mind while writing) : <3

You didn’t want marriage.

You didn't want to rule beside another.

You wanted to be the Queen who married her nation.

…

What a dramatic way of saying that you wanted to be Elizabeth the First of this world.

Oh. Right. England doesn’t exist in this world. Or like… any other country that exists on planet Earth.

Anyway. Your name is Lim Anestasia of the Lim Kingdom. However… your real name… is y/n l/n.

You do not hail from this world and yet here you are, living in the shoes of a spoiled princess who could get anything she wanted.

Dying really do be a unique experience.

When you first opened your eyes in this body it was ten years old. You cried. You cried for so long. Women dressed in uniforms of what you assumed were maids rushed in to comfort you and help you stop crying. You couldn’t stop. You didn’t recognise anything or anyone. You don’t remember when was the last time you felt so alone. That only made you cry harder. It wasn’t until a woman with beautiful long brown hair and a worried look on her face came in, that you started to calm down even just a slight bit. After all… your brain recognised the woman as your dearest mother. You cried in her arms for a long time, but in the end… you felt so much better. Now you just pretend that day never happened.

You spent the next two weeks in a daze, looking about and recalling all the memories of your past and present life. Then you realised something. There was a whole mediaeval world out there for you to explore… yet you remain stuck within these walls of a cold and almost empty castle… So you set out back to your room and made a list.

As a Queen to be, there were some issues you wanted to settle. Making a list seemed like the right choice. You were ten now so no one would truly take you seriously and this was fine. It gave you time to plot and plan. But first… for the next few years you would indulge yourself and learn some sports you have had the wish to learn back in your day but hadn’t the opportunity to do so.

The list read:

1. Learn how to be a brilliant archer!

2. Learn the art of the sword!

3. Learn how to be a great horseback rider!

4. Teach yourself everything you can about the kingdom!

5. Start taking interest in politics!

6. Settle dominance so your parents don’t try to set you up at 14.

7. Steer clear of men in general

8. Try and turn away as many suitors as possible!

9. More to be added

Grinning to yourself you put away the stationary and folded the paper neatly. You would hide it in your room in one of the many books you owned.

“Mother. Father.” You greeted, approaching them in the throne room, curtsying in your pale green dress.

“Anastasia,” your mother greeted with a smile gracing her face, “What brings you here my precious daughter?”

“I wish to learn archery.”

The King looked horrified.

Archery wasn’t very lady-like after all. Or any kind of sport, really.

“My dear daughter-”

Welp, you thought, time to pull out the big guns.

You stomped your foot and sniffed.

“But Father!” you yelled through the tears, “I wish to learn archery and I wish to do it NOW!”

You sniffed again and softly glared at the man on the throne who looked to be panicking.

“Of course my dearest!” he responded quickly with a wobbly smile.

Well he switched up fast you thought.

“Really?” you switched up as well, deciding to play the role of a shy child, “thank you” you whispered softly, but loud enough for your parents to hear. You curtsied and left for the library where you would read up on the history of your country.

As you grew older, you learned more and more.

By the time you were fifteen you mastered the bow, horseback riding and were well into practice with the sword. Your “love” for studying never faltered and you kept at it relentlessly going through tutors at break-neck speed.

When you turned eighteen, you started getting involved in the rule of your land (with the help of your parents, naturally) and continuously impressed them with your knowledge and how mature and ambitious you were. You mastered the art of the sword and started practising with daggers. It seemed fun so far.

Other than all of these impressive achievements, you seemed to rather… lack… in the department of social relations.

Due to the fact that you spent a lot of time either with your nose in a book or practising with a new weapon you picked up, you haven’t had the time to make good acquaintances with the children of other royal families or nobles. At most you could say that you and the prince of the Kim Kingdom were close acquaintances. Sunoo was a rather interesting character whom you had not much trouble interacting with. You even occasionally exchanged letters.

Other than him there was princess Yeji of the Hwang Kingdom, but that was limited only to the balls you both attended.

As such, you haven’t had many suitors, which worried your parents and only served to make you happier.

While you were happy as things were, your parents unfortunately were rather persistent.

“My dearest daughter,” you heard your mother sigh for the nth time that month, as you readied your arrow, “you already turned of age years ago, you must at least look for potential suitors…”

You knocked the arrow. Bullseye.

“It is not my fault all of them are too afraid to even speak to me, mother.”

“What about Sunoo then?” she asked and this time you sighed, “How does he speak so freely with you?”

“You know as well as I do that, we do not speak freely with each other. And besides, we’ve known each other for years.”

“My darling Anastasia,” your mother sighed, taking your filthy hands into hers, “for your mother’s sake,” she whispered, “please, look for a fine suitor. I know that there must be someone who will catch your eye this time. Please my darling daughter.”

She knew you were weak to her pleading. Courtesy of your close bond both with your mother in your old life and this one. You agreed.

It was the first mistake you could have made.

You honestly didn’t mean to sound so full of yourself when you said that you were probably the best dressed person at the ball for your birthday.

Simplicity is what will most often catch the eye of others, is something you liked to think. This time was no exception.

The dress you wore was a light pink and it reflected the light due to its shiny material. It was long and flowy, which was brilliant because it meant you could move freely, and you didn’t have to wear petticoats. You honestly did love them, but they were, oh so, impractical. The dress had a sweetheart neckline with off the shoulder sleeves. It was tightened around your waist and made your chest look bigger than it actually was, but what annoyed you was that you had to breathe rather shallowly. From the waist down the skirt flowed freely and dramatically.

As they announced your name you walked into the ball with a slight smile and nodded at the present guests before you stepped down the staircase to join the party.

You've managed to stay at the party chatting with anyone and everyone who approached you for a whole hour before your social battery completely died out and you were seconds away from starting to behave like you used to, back home. In the modern world.

“Prince Sunoo,” you spoke to the boy next to you. “Would you mind if I made a quick escape to regain my composure?” you asked with a dazzling smile.

The chubby cheeked boy next to you giggled at how direct you were.

"Why of course, princess Anastasia” he purred with a playful grin, “I shall wait for you here!"

You nodded gratefully at him and swiftly made your way through the crowd and at the back entrance into the beautiful garden your mother loved most.

Sitting down on the grey store bench in front of the small lake filled with water lilies. At least they looked like water lilies.

Sighing, you then placed your fan down onto the seat next to you and reached behind your back to pull on the string which held the corset together and took a deep breath.

Time for my annual rant session, you thought to yourself.

"Marriage" you spat bitterly, allowing yourself to go nuts with anger.

“Why do I have to marry anyone?!? Why is that so bloody important?!" you yelled into the sky, throwing your hands into the air. “Do I have to marry to be Queen?! I mean come on!”

Getting lost in your emotions you failed to realise someone was standing at the entrance of the garden, listening to every word you spoke, slowly making their way towards you.

You groaned loudly as your voice took on a sad, desperate tone.

“Mom… I miss you so much…” you sobbed, “I miss my little sister too… that annoying little stinker…” you sobbed even louder, taking your gloves off to wipe your tears away.

“I miss those stupid gatcha games too” you laughed wetly, “Cookie Run… Genshin… Honkai… both Honkai games actually…” you mumbled the last bit, picking at your freshly manicured nails.

“Why me?” you whispered, sniffing a little.

A crunch of leaves caused you to turn around from your spot on the bench, eyes wide as you faced the intruder.

The man who stood in front of you was possibly the most beautiful man you had ever seen and you knew absolutely nothing about him.

His jet black hair was in rough contrast with his pale complexion. He wore a dark blue waistcoat with golden accents and pure white pants along with knee-deep boots.

His eyes and face was what held your attention at most.

He seemed not to mind your current state, but rather… he looked worried.

You two kept looking at each other, too startled to speak.

Then you remembered what you looked like; mussed hair, undone corset, puffy face and runny nose and you weren't wearing your gloves.

“Are you alright?” he finally spoke, his rumbling and melodic voice sounding genuinely concerned about your wellbeing, extending his hand towards you.

Quickly, you scrambled to stand up, pushing your hand against your corset to keep it in place and responded to him.

“How much did you hear?”

He blinked confused, his hand stopping in its tracks.

“Pardon?”

“I asked;” your voice was high with panic now, “how much of that did you hear?” you felt as though your heart was about to beat out of your chest.

“Is that really that important right now?” a seemingly sly smile played on his lips, his hand gently taking hold of your wrist.

Your heart stuttered in your chest as you made eye contact with him.

It wasn’t simply because you felt attracted to him. On the contrary, attractive men didn't seem to make your heart skip a beat in this life. It was simple enough really; you were scared.

If he was influential enough, could he get you thrown out of the family? Would you lose everything? Again? Your heart wouldn't be able to stand that.

“P… p-please” you cussed yourself silently for stuttering, while a smile grew on his lips at your mistake, “don't… don't tell anyone!”

You yanked your hand out of his gentle hold and ran back into the castle ignoring his stare and completely forgetting about your gloves sitting on the bench.

After you had made sure you were presentable you went back to the ball room only to see that it was only just now in full swing. You took a deep breath and set off to find Sunoo.

“Princess Anastasia!” you heard someone call.

Turning around, you were met with the smiley face of the Crown Prince of the Park Kingdom.

“Prince Jay” you curtsied, extending your hand for him to take, “it is a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance.”

The tall, blond man grinned as he pressed a kiss to your gloved hand.

“As it is mine Princess.”

Park “Jay” Jongseong. The Crown Prince of the Park Kingdom. He was smart, cunning and straightforward. That was not mentioning how kind and generous he was. Last you heard he was to be married soon before he assumed the throne of the Park Kingdom.

Again with the whole marriage thing…

“I must admit Princess, I only came to introduce myself and wish you a happy birthday with ulterior motives.” he smiled sheepishly.

“Oh?” you grinned playfully, resting your fan on your bare shoulder.

“I am afraid so” Jay laughed, “You see my brother is rather… shy.” he admitted awkwardly and continued, “But he really wanted to wish you a happy birthday, so I thought I would help him out.”

You smiled with soft eyes.

Jay had a younger brother. Well. “Younger” brother.

The circumstances regarding the two were rather unclear as it was never disclosed into the public eye, but the two had such a close bond it felt awful to speculate just about anything. And so, no one ever pried. The two brothers were, after all, the pride and joy of the Park Kingdom.

“How very nice of you” you hummed thinking of your younger sister in your past life.

“I do try” he smiled gently, noticing your reaction.

“Princess Anastasia,” you heard someone behind you.

As you turned around, your eyes widened scarily wide as you made eye contact with the man from the garden.

“I am Prince Sunghoon” he introduced himself with a slight bow of his head, his hand resting against where his heart was.

Lagging behind, you quickly curtsied and offered him your hand.

He took it gently, impossibility so, and pressed a feather light kiss against your knuckles, never breaking eye contact with you.

Jay, noticing what was going on, made a quiet escape leaving the two of you alone.

You were too scared and entranced with the man in front of you to notice anything.

“It is a pleasure to finally meet you, Princess.” he spoke slowly, still not letting go of your hand, but you haven’t noticed that yet.

“Likewise” you awkwardly smiled, your heart beating out of your chest in fear.

Sunghoon's eyes glinted in mischief, which caused you to shift under his piercing gaze uncomfortably.

The music which was playing in the background slowly came to a stop and the man in front of you smiled as he turned to face you.

“May I have this dance, Princess?” he asked, lifting your hand higher in the air.

Meanwhile, your brain was an absolute mess. You had no idea what was going on, what this man was plotting or what he could do if you even looked at him wrong.

He currently has the potential to have you sent away.

You couldn’t take that chance.

“Yes,” you spoke slowly, “you may.”

With a bright smile, the tall man led you over to the dance floor.

All eyes were on you as for the first time ever, you joined someone other than your father for a dance.

You were anxious and terrified.

The man opposite you stopped somewhere off the centre of the dancing area and faced you properly.

His gentle smile was throwing you off track and you couldn’t focus on anything but trying not to tick him off.

Letting go of your hand, he placed it on your waist and took your other hand, while you placed a hand on his shoulder.

His giddiness at your action didn’t miss you and it made you nervous.

“Why do you look so nervous, Princess?” he asked with a grin.

Offering him an awkward smile you responded.

“Ah, no! It’s just…” you began as the music started and Sunghoon gently pulled you into a slow waltz.

“I’ve never danced like this with anyone but my father…”

The dark haired man nodded thoughtfully.

“My mistake,” he smiled, twirling you with a mesmerising smile on his face. “I thought it had something to do with our fateful meeting in the garden.”

Had you not returned back into his arms, you are sure you would have fainted.

“Speaking of which,” he continued as if he hadn’t noticed your discomfort, “you left something back there.”

You looked up at him with panicked eyes, not noticing his blush as he recounted the events.

If he says something to someone I’m doomed! You panicked. What did I even leave?!

“I took the liberty of taking them so I could hand them to you now” he spoke, as if your whole world hasn’t turned upside down.

Plural?! You wanted to scream.

“Them?” you couldn’t help but voice.

“Yes…” he hummed bashfully, as he leaned down to whisper into your ear, “You left your gloves behind Princess…”

Cold sweat broke out all over as you remembered what that means in this world.

Much like that one scene in Jane Austen’s book "Pride and Prejudice" with Mr. Darcy and Ms. Elizabeth, touching a lady without her gloves presented an extremely intimate act in this world.

You cussed internally.

At this point, you weren’t sure if you wanted to laugh or cry.

“I will leave them in the corridor once the crowds dissipate” He continued, not minding the eyes which were trained on your forms, “You just make sure your maids find them.”

Oh, so, conveniently, the song and dance ended and Sunghoon disappeared into the crowd just as quickly as he had appeared, but not before placing another kiss on the back of your hand.

You liked to think what had happened during your birthday hasn’t affected you.

That is a lie.

It has.

You just pretend it didn’t.

After the dance, your mother sent you questioning glances, but you avoided them like the plague until she stopped.

There was another issue, however.

You suddenly began noticing him. And he was everywhere.

A birthday celebration of a noble? He was there.

A charity event for the children of the Lim-Kim region? He was there.

Tournament competition in arts and such? He was bloody there.

And if he could manage to sneak in a dance he would. Every. Single. Time.

At this point, the only time you didn’t see him is when you were avoiding everyone and camping out in the library or in your room.

As summer passed and made way for fall, the Lim Kingdom started preparing for the bi-annual Huntsmen Competition.

The bi-annual Huntsmen Competition was held by the Crown for the nobles and other royals of the lands to show off their skills and gain public favour.

A problem has risen this year though…

“We cannot hold the Competition in the Twilight Forest this year” the King announced. “The animal sources are scarce and we risk endangering the ecosystem if we continue to hunt there.”

After much begging and tantrums, he had finally let you participate in these talks. And in the competition, of course.

I'm going to wipe the floor with those losers, you cackled internally, before focusing back onto the conversation at hand.

“... so in line with that I would recommend the Fiery Forest in the south.” one of the older councilmen huffed out.

"That wouldn't be a smart decision" you hummed in reply, looking at the map, "I propose we request the Kim Kingdom to collaborate using the Spring forests we share at our borders. Our relations are better and they won't try to use this to their advantage.”

Your father and everyone else at the table looked lost for words, before turning to the map in front of them.

“My god, she’s right!”

“Who would have thought?”

Briefly, you saw your father's proud expression as you participated in the conversation even more than before.

Being fashionably late is probably your favourite thing to do in this world. And as the Crown Princess, no one had the right to comment on it.

You strutted toward your tent feeling eyes on your figure.

Why wouldn't they be staring at you anyway?

You were wearing mens attire.

The pants you wore were fitted and black, squeezing around your waist. Tucked into the pants was your favourite flowy white shirt and hanging off your hips was a majestic bastard sword. That was not to mention your favourite bow waiting for you in your tent.

As soon as it was time to set off into the forest, you took the reins of your black horse Stormy and got going when you heard the sound of the horn.

Riding on the back of the horse, you fired arrows, as soon as you caught sight of a moving hide.

By the end of it, you weren’t the best, but you were third best.

You also couldn't help but notice how Prince Sunghoon smiled the brightest when you approached the third place podium.

That was your second mistake.

The last time you were in a daze was when you were ten. It's been so long since then that you've forgotten just how easily the feeling creeps up on you.

“Princess Anastasia,” his gentle voice shook you out of your reverie, “It's delightful to see you again.”

You didn’t turn to face him, choosing to only lift your fan up to your face.

“Likewise” you quickly responded, finding that this time you didn’t quite find his mere presence bothersome.

The man hurried to walk in step with you.

“Princess,” he called and the title suddenly felt a lot more like a term of endearment from your past life, “you always say that, yet I feel as though you do not mean it as truthfully as I do.”

You kept quiet, wondering how you could even respond to such a claim.

“You enjoy nature I presume?” he quickly changed the subject. “It seems that every time you and I see each other it is in the gardens.” he smiled softly.

You were currently taking a break from all of the hard work you were putting into studying and practising.

As a little treat, you thought you could visit one of the more popular gardens in the Kingdom of Lee. They were, after all, most popular for their wide arrangement of flora.

And these flowers and plants never ceased to take your breath away and heal your eyes at the same time.

“Oh… yes, I suppose I do…” you hummed, “It’s rather… calming. I feel at ease to think and the colours soothe my eyes.”

The beautiful man next to you nodded and hummed, looking at you as if encouraging you to speak more.

“You see, I do enjoy reading all the books our library has to offer, but my eyes do hurt after spending too much time in my study…”

“You have your own study?” he asked with an intrigued spark in his eyes.

When you looked at him, you were taken aback by the sheer boyishness radiating from that expression, that you felt the back of your neck heat up.

“I-” you stuttered, “I do. I mean-” you turned away from him swiftly to catch yourself, “As the future Queen, I must ready myself for the incoming troubles of ruling the Kingdom and be a respectable ruler.” you explained.

His head cocked to the side, almost reminiscent of a pupper.

“You do not plan on sharing those burdens with anyone?”

You eyed him.

“You mean marriage?” you spat out the last word venomously. “I will refuse it for as long as I can. Besides,” you huffed, forgetting yourself, “it’s not like I met anyone worthy of marrying me.” you crossed your arms over your chest.

A snort sounded from next to you and you turned startled towards Prince Sunghoon. He held his hand up to his mouth, eyes wrinkled into crescents and he was slightly turned away from you.

“I-” he laughed lightly, his face twisted to make room for his wide smile, “I do not mean to laugh at your- It is only- the delivery-” he kept giggling, unable to finish a single thought.

You only stared at him in awe, your opinion of him changing subconsciously.

“You Highness, Prince Sunghoon,” a butler called from behind you, “Your brother has requested your presence back in the castle.”

“I will be right there Ian,” he said, before turning to look at you, with an impossibly tender look in his eye, “I hope we see each other like this again” he spoke as he took your hand to place a kiss on it, “I had a great time and I hope you did too.”

And then he left.

It felt like a part of you left as well.

You have found yourself caught up in Prince Sunghoon’s- or rather, as he insists- Sunghoon’s arms, interlocked into the second dance of tonight.

The ball was a celebration of the spring solstice.

How you ended up in the dark-haired prince’s arms you also couldn’t quite remember.

You also didn’t realise just how funny he was whenever he talked back and you never realised your love for bickering.

You were having the time of your life.

People were sending you odd looks, seeing you enjoying yourself with the second Park son, seeing as you only ever spent time with the youngest Kim prince and even that was reserved.

But now, you were giggling, laughing and you just couldn’t keep your mouth shut.

Another plus to having Sunghoon’s company: no one was approaching you for mindless small-talk and mentions of marriage.

The Lee castle was beautiful but…

“I heard the Lee’s have the most beautiful garden…” Sunghoon told you with a mischievous sparkle in his eye.

He didn’t have to finish his thought. You already knew what he meant as he extended to you and you accepted it without another word.

Your baby blue dress fluttered behind you as you walked down the halls with Sunghoon, both of your shoes clacking against the marble flooring.

The dress had a deep V-neck and the sleeves extended past your hands, although it added to the snowy princess look.

This time, the maids took extra precaution to cinch your corset and if you couldn’t breathe then, you certainly couldn’t now that you saw the garden.

The snow had freshly melted and there were faint traces of buds all over the trees and plants.

But most of all the night sky seemed to take the cake.

“The moon looks beautiful tonight, doesn’t it?”

You turned towards the man who had made your night.

Sunghoon was not looking at the moon. His eyes looked as if someone had stolen all the affection in the world and put it in his eyes.

He looked beautiful being bathed in the moonlight. His pale shin was seemingly illuminated by the moonshine, a perfect contrast to his all-black attire.

“My…” you began, your head feeling as if it was stuffed full of cotton, “My real name is y/n.” you spoke before you could realise what you just said.

He looked stunned.

Then his hold on your hand tightened as suddenly words started tumbling out, past his soft lips, explaining his predicament in his family and his relationship with them.

He looked so vulnerable. You thought you looked the same way as well.

You pulled your hand back, out of his gentle hold, and he looked as if you had ripped his heart out of his chest. You merely pulled your gloves off, threw them somewhere behind you (which had pulled out a choked laugh from him) and you raised your arms to wipe the tears from his glass-like face.

He shuddered feeling your skin on his face and you shivered feeling his breath against your hands.

“I’m sorry” he let out as he enveloped you in a passionate embrace.

This, after all, was not appropriate for two people who weren’t engaged to be married.

The bi-annual Huntsmen Competition in the spring was, oddly enough, the most anticipated event of the season.

You supposed it had something to do with your appearance.

Hence, you practising day and night, night and day, to attempt to get the first place this time around.

Also, you knew Sunghoon was participating in this event and you want to impress him-

Ah right.

It is too early for the list of participants to have some out, so… how do you know?

Truth is, Sunghoon himself told you.

A development which had happened since the Spring Solstice Ball was that you and Sunghoon had started exchanging letters with what was going on in your lives lately.

It made you unnecessarily giddy and you couldn’t hide this from your nosy mother who realised you were getting letters every other day as opposed to once every two to three months.

She was, needless to say, thrilled.

But that wasn’t important right now.

What was important was winning the competition to impress Sunghoon- no y/n stop.

This time around, the senators decided to change things up a little: they added an animal which automatically secures the huntsman first place. The animal in question is a grizzly bear. Yeah. A grizzly. It surprised you too.

You were hoping to catch the biggest fish.

Also, this time you planned on showing up in a proper fancy riding outfit, fit to a prince.

You were rather petty like that. And your ass looked brilliant in those pants.

You seriously didn’t have enough opportunities to wear trousers.

Arriving late, you hopped off your inky black horse, feeling eyes on your form once again.

You wore tight white pants with a sporty waistcoat with gold and dark blue accents. And you felt magnificent holding your sword at your hip.

Subconsciously, your eyes wandered, looking for a particular someone, but you couldn’t see him. A frown tugged at your lips, but you quickly stopped it and smiled as you usually would, making your way to your tent to get ready.

By the time you had gone into the forest you still didn’t get to see a particular someone’s endearing smile and dimples.

Hunting brought you more peace than you thought it could. You languidly shot at moving animals - birds mostly- and looked for the grizzly.

Why draw something out for longer than it should be?

You were lost in your own head when you heard a scream.

Quickly you turned your horse around and towards the scream.

You were surprised, however, when you ran into Sungoon, appearance dishevelled, leaves and small sticks stuck in his hair and clothes, horse gone.

Looking him in the eye, you saw him breathing heavily, eyes wide in fear, before he flinched at the loud roar the bear behind him let out.

Before you could even realise what had happened, you drew your bow and knocked four arrows at the bear and it fell over with a cry.

You and Sunghoon though, just gazed at each other. He stared at you as if you had just promised him the world, and you, from your position on your horse, bow still in hand, looked at him as if he had just told you the secrets of the whole world.

You were startled from your romantic gazing when a horn sounded, both of you looking in the direction of the trees.

“Marry me” you said before you thought better of it.

To say that this bi-annual Huntsmen Competition had the best ending party yet, would be an understatement.

Everyone danced and drank as you happily held hands with Sunghoon, right in the centre of everything, celebrating what would be the best event of this life yet.

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mgnifique-tion · 1 year ago

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— still a hero.

summary || `` trapped in the worst earth to ever exist, the scientist finds herself in a confession made by the dark speedster. ``

pairing: headcanon–blitzkrieg!barry x fem!scientist!reader song recommendation: innocent (taylor swift) lowercase is intended…

— themes and warning/s: fluff, enemies to lovers-ish, swearing (?), suggestive for a moment (but not really?), comfort, mentions nazis, mentions death (nobody dies though), and a bit angsty

— a/n: actually, i have absolutely no knowledge of comic!blitzkrieg but ever since i found out that this character was cut out of crisis on earth-x (alleged..? so not sure), i knew i had to write about angsty barry with a different flavor and storyline… did i nail it? did i nail it better than the cw– anywho, enjoy! (i also write for k-pop on my main account so if you’re into that, follow @mgnifiqueyoo ^^)

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alright.

here's the so-called thing: it's been weeks since the nazi in the black suit stopped the führer from executing you and you just couldn't stop thinking about it.

you were from earth-1, a curious scientist who had gone to lengths to explore the multiverse and it just so happened that you landed on this one. i mean, what's wrong with living on an earth where the nazis won? haha, everything.

everything's seriously fucked up.

“hey!” the speedster was aggressive but not in a way that you'd expect as you stood there in the middle of a red 'x' symbol on the cemented ground, ready to be shot with one of those arrows that killed the innocents who chose not to conform. you opened your eyes to see that the hooded führer, leader of the entire world, was even startled by how the black streak was stopping him from ending your final breaths. “i know this is for the fatherland but she’s done nothing. she's not the one who stole the samples from us. you've got the wrong girl.”

the führer, an awful version of the star city mayor, oliver queen, lowered his bow and you were just mind-blown that he'd even take it into consideration.

“are you sure about this? because i’ll put an arrow in your eye if we're both wrong.” he taunted through gritted teeth as the speedster ran towards him, stopping right in front of him. he was so fast that you couldn't even tell if he was teleporting or running.

he is the fastest man alive after all.

“oh, right. i'm sure,” the masked accomplice answered with a chuckle, later placing his hands behind his head as if this was all a game to him. “and also, i can easily kill you right now but i wouldn't do that since i'm telling you the truth.”

“good point.” the archer responded, breathing in as he turned around to face his other men, who had now lowered their guns as well while his kryptonian wife squinted her eyes, quite disgusted.

“we're done here. she's in blitzkreig's hands,” he told her, which almost made her feel nauseous. — she anticipated your death the most but that's not even the weirdest part about her; she's literally an alien. “she's of no importance anyway.”

and somehow, that brought you here; you're now in the headquarters of those nazis, waiting for the speedster to show up. why? because he ridiculously called you in the middle of the night and you think that it's an emergency.

oh, right. you're his speed mentor these days. that's why he did that.

“where is he?” you mutter in almost a whisper, bouncing your leg furiously as the heel of your shoe tapped the floor's tiles. time is ticking and you're getting anxious. what if this is a trap, right? that could get you killed.

but what if it isn't? then, something else must be up.

a familiar gust of wind strikes into the room, even snatching your wrist watch away as he checks the time himself. “i'm not too late, am i?” he asks in a joking manner as you can't help but let out a sigh, trying to keep your patience together. for the record, you thought he was getting killed and for some reason, you kind of wished that something as serious as that was actually happening instead.

“... was there even an emergency?” you question, your brows already knitting lower as he lets out a chuckle. “so, there's no emergency,” you utter, still trying your best not to say anything that'd annoy him – which would later convince him to turn you to the führer or just kill you himself. “great. that's understandable.”

the strange meta laughs even louder, later looking down at you with his bottom lip bitten by himself as if he'd been viewing you differently.

“don't sulk about it, doc. remember, you signed up for this,” he tells you to quit thinking about it as a bad thing, tilting his head to the side. you could just see it in his eyes – the desire to annoy you in that high chair you're sitting on. “would you rather be an earth-1 fugitive or be a free man- well, woman, on this earth? plus, you're my property anyway. you've already gotten so many privileges with just that.”

he's smug, unserious, and unbelievably so overconfident that even as bad as siren-x wanted to replace him – but mainly because of her feelings for the one and only führer but let's not dive into that love triangle between an alien, a meta, and the jacked apple of their eye.

“but i do have a problem… surprisingly.”

you raise both of your eyebrows, intrigued by how his mood shifted. you never expected the blitzkrieg, killer speedster faster than thawne, to consult you about a problem. he's never had them before and it just shows how bothered he is by this so-called problem.

so, what is it?

“are you… running differently?” the question almost sounded like a joke to him if it weren't for that genuine look on his face. the speedster crosses his arms, slightly puckering his lower lip out while he's obviously frowning at you through that mask. it's hard to make out what his face actually looks like but for some reason, you can read him so well.

but then, he lets out a quiet snicker. “no, that's a shit guess... guess again.” he was eager to let you find out the reason yourself that you just spent a few seconds (fifteen or so?) thinking of a possible answer.

and when you looked back up at him, you shake your head, causing him to roll his eyes, annoyed again. “guess again- come on, you’re not an idiot. if you were, then i would’ve let you get killed.”

“i literally don’t know. i’m sorry.” you apologize – well, more like forced to do so – as he slouches his shoulders in disappointment. he just couldn’t believe that it’s hopeless for you to know what his problem was!

even though he was being totally vague and unreasonable at this point, he knew you knew him in a different way; in a way that you knew what he’s like even without knowing the face behind the mask.

so it just surprised him that you had no idea what he’s talking about.

he takes in a deep breath, readying himself to tell you the issue; the main reason why you’re here in the lab at three o’clock in the morning all by yourself and… him, of course.

“i can’t sleep and i don’t know why… this is my first time, alright? don’t judge,” he blurts out, the confidence stripping away little by little as you take a moment to understand what he’s telling you. is he not joking with you? that’s a new thing.

he’s always so fond of ruining your days whenever you come around to work at the laboratory but he seems so different now. way too solemn for you to think he’s even joking at this very moment.

“... you can’t sleep well, is that why you called me here at 3 am?”

and shockingly, he nods right away, determined to learn more about his ongoing problem. “yes and god, it’s horrible. everytime i close my eyes, i keep on thinking about something else and the next thing, my mind’s all about her.” blitzkrieg runs his mouth almost faster than he could do with his own legs that he doesn’t even realize that he let an important and rather private detail slip.

her

who was she?

“... her?” you ask, watching how his already dilated eyes almost jump out of its sockets, terrified to find out that you heard him say those things hilariously clear. in panic, the wrist watch he snatched from you drops from his grip, resulting in him looking down to see what he’s done.

“is she an ex-girlfriend?” you continued to ask him, not letting the key part of his sleeping problem get ignored as you find yourself getting even more interested.

“um… no, she isn’t. not an ex or anything,” he answers truthfully, the unknown awkward side of him taking over his voice as he later picks up the wrist watch from the floor. handing it to you, he manages to keep his distance, his hands intertwined with one another while he stands stiffly. “but, uh, i count her as somewhat of a friend- it’s complicated.” he crosses his arms, slightly nodding as those words of denial flow out of his lips, his eyes clearly avoiding yours.

‘is he having a crush on someone?’ you think, tilting your head to one side as you lean your chin over your knuckles, unsure of what else you could make out of this brand new information that you’d rather expect from the ruthless kryptonian with the heart disease.

“look, i’m not a therapist or anything so i’ll use my logic instead,” you start with a disclaimer, leaning your back against the rails of the high chair as he nods once again, still willing to listen. “so, what are those thoughts specifically? i mean, there’s a really huge chance that those thoughts could be distracting enough to not make you sleep.”

he stares at the other side of the room, silent again. you could tell he was so bothered by his own late-night thoughts that he could spend seconds staying quiet just by thinking about them. “... i keep on remembering how she’s looked me in the eye, scared shitless. untrusting. overall pathetic… but for some reason, i always feel the need to protect her.”

“... you could feel that?”

“i said don’t judge.”

but it was too unexpected for him to feel that way about someone! whoever that girl was, you were so sure that blitzkrieg loved her whether he’d admit it to himself or not.

“but that’s not all, i also think of her in ways that i probably shouldn’t tell you,” he says in a teasing tone, his signature smirk finally showing up within his lips after long moments of just pure seriousness and deep down in him, he’s wishing to make you feel the nosiest you’ve ever been. “... or should i?”

you squint your eyes at him in confusion, torn between being nosy and being a decent “doctor” or whatever he wants you to be.

“you seem excited to tell me so do as you please,” you say with a slight chuckle, trying your best to be relaxed about it as if you’re not interested to listen in the first place – which, in reality, you actually are.

“what? you want me to tell you?” he’s around the middle of laughing and panicking as he avoids that look on your face again, just like earlier. in response, you hum, still playing the chill listener, who would choose to keep the darkest secrets of her friends to herself than letting them have their own privacy.

after all, you’d swear to tell no one. it’s not really much of a big deal.

he then faces you once more, eyes looking at you from top to bottom as he takes a step or two towards you. suddenly, he lifts away the mask from his face, finally revealing his biggest secret to you with anxiety firing up his nerves – and apparently, you knew who he was all along.

well, his earth-1 counterpart at least: bartholomew henry allen, the chemist from central city’s police department; someone that your past co-worker julian albert used to dislike for months.

“barry allen?” you whisper in disbelief, carefully bringing your palm to your lips to shush yourself as he nods slowly. to be honest, he’s been waiting ages for you to figure that out but it seems that you’ve brushed those thoughts away for a reason that he had no idea about.

“anyway, back to the topic, are you sure that you want to know what i think of her?” he changes the subject as quickly as possible, which causes you to take a second before nodding along. well, it’s quite a thing for this earth to get shocking with the counterparts – this man in front of you would be called a “modern hero” in your world yet in this one, it seemed that wasn’t the case.

let’s face it. even this version of barry would call himself unkind. “oh, and before you ask why i showed you my face, that’s because i trust you,” he begins with a reminder, hoping that you’d take note of that as you nod once more. your ears are basically ringing, tingling, and almost itching to listen to what he’d tell you. “i want you to tell no one else about this, is that clear?”

and of course, you nod another time, already getting even more impatient as minutes pass by.

“i don’t think i should explain further when i tell you that i think about her a lot in bed,” barry admits with a smirk on his face as one of your eyebrow arches in curiosity. you later let out a hum, a cue for him to continue with his stories; you’re now definitely sure that he really does like her, whoever she is.

“i think about how her skin would feel under my fingertips once she finds out who i really am.”

he takes another step towards you, his eyes fixated on his gloved hands as he looks back into your eyes in a way that he’s almost telling you something that shouldn’t be said.

something that’d put himself in danger. “often times, i’d think of playing the hero over and over again… just so she knows that i’ll put my life on the line for her,” he says, later glaring back at you with a hint of desperation. — he’s been waiting for seconds, minutes, days, and even weeks to tell you this. to tell you all about it. to tell you that this girl he’s talking about is no stranger to you.

he then takes the empty seat next to yours, keeping his head down for a while. for him, saying things like these is a struggle, especially since he lives in a world where freedom couldn’t be an option unless you’re wearing a badge. and even though you were his “speed doctor,” he knew that you wouldn’t still be treated the same way as he was and the constant reminder of that was crushing him slowly.

and then, he lifts his head up and says, “i’ve been thinking about you all the time.”

you freeze in your seat as if time has stopped, taken aback by how he’s now talking about you and not someone else you didn’t know. barry reaches for your hand and you let him take it, placing it over his chest as if he’s asking you to check his pulse.

“when doctor west… iris was executed by thawne, i thought that i could never feel this way anymore,” he admits, softly caressing your hand. the rough leather of his suit grazes over your skin so gently like a feather that he almost forgot that he’d also use that same hand to drill into someone’s chest, even taking their heart out for the fun of it. “but you… you made me realize that i wasn’t always a monster. that i once loved someone… that i was once human.”

“... barry-”

“you don’t have to say anything,” he cuts you off, shaking his head as if he’s actually giving you control of the situation unlike usual, wherein it’s always his call that matters. and deep down, you didn’t know what to tell him.

everything was happening so fast that you couldn’t even believe that this earth’s barry is the man behind that dark mask, which would usually be seen before someone’s death.

he then takes another deep breath, returning your hand back to you as he looks out at the window, spending a few moments to think about what he’s done. — he fell in love with you already and it’s too late to crawl out of the deep pit that has no floor; a wide space like an ocean but instead of waters, it’s all those things about you. what he liked about you from head to toe. the things that his mind would be focused on every single night.

he couldn’t sleep, yes.

but he’d always smile whenever he remembers that somebody like you exists in his life.

a life so dark, so broken, so warped that he believes that he doesn’t even deserve to feel loved.

“i can take you back to your earth, where you belong. i know you’ve been staying here for months…” he trailed off, thinking about it deeply. he's torn between it. just because he could love, that didn't mean he's an angel – he's a thousand miles away from it.

he wants you here all to himself and owned by no one else but him. he craves for you to be around him all the time. he wants your eyes on him only.

but he knew it would hurt you.

and it almost kills him to think of that.

“... but you deserve to go home.” he was miserable. deep down that silly, menacing facade was just someone so in need of feeling something. anything. and god, was it so addicting to feel some love for once. “because in the end, you'll always be that person who reminded me of who i used to be… who i wished to be.”

there was long, loud silence. a silence that ticks like a time bomb, pressuring you to think of how this all would turn out to be. after all, what would happen next is in your hands.

“i’m starting to think that there’s a reason why i ended up here,” you said with a gulp, about to make the biggest decision ever. he raised an eyebrow at you, confusion shown within his whole face as he cocked his head to the side with a question that remained in his mind– what exactly did you mean?

“this world needs saving… and maybe we’ll be the ones who’d save it.”

the speedster had a frozen look on his face, clearly not expecting that those words would even come out of your mouth.

“do you really think that it’s not too late for me to change?” hope was seen in his eyes, his brows furrowed in both confusion yet belief in what you’d tell him next as you nodded, your soft palm later reaching for the side of his face.

he closed his eyes so tightly for a long moment, his chest rising up and down so quickly in anticipation.

he’s never felt a touch like that in ages. the last time he’s ever felt a hand graze over his skin was the moment he’s locked eyes with his iris, who had been fighting for her life ‘til her last breath.

i’ll be okay, she said no matter how the red pooled over her chest, the blade that thawne held seconds before was sticking out of her.

the very moment he’d realized that this agenda that the new reich had implemented was not worth doing at all.

“there’s a hero in all of us,” you said, your hand slipping away from his skin slowly when he’s suddenly reached out for it, holding your arm so dearly like fragile, thin glass. “and you already saved me.”

“let’s go save the world together, then?”

“of course.”

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sotwk · 5 months ago

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Could you do Legolas x betrothed reader, one of elronds daughters. They sneak out to join the dwarves and Gandalf, seeking adventure. She is their archer and look out with baggens. Legolas and the reader have only communicate through letters and only met once as children. She points her weapon at Legolas saying in Elvish “If the dwarf dies you will soon follow.” after the spiders attack and they are surrounded. Thranduil later reveals who she is to Legolas, a great second meeting🫠 He is curious as to why Elrond would let her go on such a dangerous journey.

Hello Anon!

What an interesting story idea! Unfortunately, I would not be the right person to write this one out, since (based on everything you described) it would require a multi-part/long fic, and I can only take on requests that can be executed in a simple one-shot.

A different writer with a more disciplined mind who can write reasonably-lengthed stories might be able to make it work, though! :) Perhaps try submitting the idea to other writers with requests open. Or if anyone who sees this wants to take inspiration from the idea, please let me know so I can reblog it for Anon's sake!

Thank you for thinking about me with your Ask!

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unknownfacelessfanfictions · 2 years ago

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Tick Tock goes the clock

Fandom: Star Trek Enterprise Pairing: Malcolm Reed x Reader Words: 5.2K Warnings: Mentions of death, maybe a bit violence? Summary: Reader and Malcolm are trapped together in a cell until Archer manages to bail them out. Prompt: Soulmate AU!, where you have a count down on your arm, that shows how long it will take you to finally meet your soulmate. A/N: This didn't excactly went into the direction I wanted it too, but I kind of like it.

Y/N breathed in and out deeply, legs crossed cross-legged, hands resting on one knee each, urgently trying to rid the biting cold from her limbs as she regretted for the umpteenth time taking Ensign Jones with her.

As the only anthropologist, she had been sent to Licaurus, an M-class planet inhabited by a post-warp culture that, despite scientific advances, clung firmly to its traditions. One of them, for example, was that to greet visitors who were not part of one's own family, a sharp blade was held to the throat, tip out. Not, however, the sides of the neck, as the Licaurs thus displayed romantic or sexual interest, depending on which side the blade was on.

This was for the purpose of demonstrating the superior power one could theoretically have, but at the same time showing their peaceful will, as they did not actually cut the throat. A tradition that Y/N had explicitly explained several times to the rest of the landing party, consisting of Ensign Jones, a security officer, and Ensign Rouge, a science officer. Ensign Rouge had adhered to this tradition, however Ensign Jones seemed not to have even begun to listen to Y/N, because as soon as Colbix, the Lincaure who was supposed to greet them, put his edge to her throat, Ensign Jones pulled out his pistol and pointed it at Colbix. From then on, everything was out of hand.

The guards who had accompanied Colbix, another purely symbolic sign of power not exercised under normal circumstances, had in turn pointed their weapons at Jones. Y/N had tried to reason with both sides and had repeatedly asked Jones to lower his weapon. However, Jones did not seem to trust her knowledge, as he did not lower his weapon but fired a shot.

From then on, at the latest, she knew that this mission, which was supposed to be simple, would be a disaster. Before Jones had even taken his finger off the trigger, if there was such a thing with these weapons, she wasn't sure, he was hit three times in the chest and slumped to the ground. Y/N had had to suppress a scream, which Ensign Rouge had not managed so well. She had ordered her not to make a sound and certainly not to run away.

Lincauren would see this running away as complicity and would also open the hunt for her. They believed that someone who was innocent would not feel the need to flee, a tradition they had also impressed on Rouge and Jones. Rouge, however, seemed to have forgotten everything in her panic, because, despite Y/N's insistent talking, she turned and fled in the opposite direction.

Instantly Colbix sent several guards after her. Y/N had had to suppress a heavy swallow. She had seen the excited glint in their eyes. Their hunting instincts had been aroused. And all she could do now was pray for Lieutenant Rouge.

After that, everything had happened quite quickly. Two guards had grabbed her by the arms and dragged her behind them. She had not fought back, otherwise they would also declare her "guilty" and possibly do worse than lock her in the cold cell she was currently in.

Y/N, however, was not afraid for herself. She was innocent and considering that the Lincaurs had not yet executed her, they probably believed it. She was more worried about the crew of the Enterprise, especially Ensign Rouge.

She could only hope that she had been able to contact the Enterprise and was now safely back on the ship. Otherwise, there would probably be a problem soon.

They had been ordered to report in every two hours. It had certainly been seven if not eight hours since the last time. And the way she saw Archer, he would do anything to get his crew back. At least what was left of it.

She could only hope that Commander T'Pol had looked at her notes on the Licaurs beforehand. Otherwise, it could quickly end with her being the only one to survive on this planet.

With a low moan, she stretched out her legs. A soft crack came from her knees and she screwed up her face. She was really getting old.

All at once she heard footsteps approaching. She looked up. No guard had entered this room since they had thrown her in here. Perhaps she was lucky and the Licaurs had concluded that she was not part of this "conspiracy", rather a misunderstanding in her opinion, and would let her go. Or, perhaps they did find her guilty and would now execute her. Y/N hoped very much for the former.

Slowly she straightened up. Her legs and back ached and she was pretty sure she had broken a rib, thanks to the end of the gun from one of the guards that he had rammed into her chest. Her legs were shaking, but she didn't know if it was from the cold or because she could barely feel her legs.

The door swung open and two guards entered.

For a moment she really believed they were going to get her out of here. But only until a third guard pushed another person into her cell and all three retreated again. With a loud bang, the iron door was pulled shut behind them and Y/N was alone in the cell, along with the groaning man on the floor. A heavy sigh escaped her as she slid down the wall.

"Well, you sound pleased to see me," the man scoffed and sat up with a groan. Her gaze flew quickly over him. He was slightly shorter than most of the men on board, had short dark hair and appeared to have a small scar on his upper lip. His eyes continued to be closed as he leaned against the wall opposite her. "Well, I was honestly hoping to get out of here," she admitted, adding "Lieutenant" after a quick glance at his right breast.

"We're working on it. At least the captain is." All at once she understood why he was sitting in the cell with her. "So I guess Captain Archer has started negotiations with the Licaurs? For a moment I thought you were as much a prisoner as I am, sir." He snorted. "Well, I wouldn't call it a holiday." She smirked. "Perhaps not. However, it's tradition among the Licaurs that when negotiations take place, one hostage from each side is taken from the other."

"Hostage?!"

"They call it joristica. Or joristico. Or even joristice. It depends on the gender. Female, Male or Other." The man raised his eyebrow. "It's tradition. Nothing is done to the hostages. Provided, of course, that Captain Archer doesn't cause any problems." He was still leaning against the wall with his eyes closed. "You sure know a lot about this culture." She looked at him for a few moments.

"I'm Lieutenant Y/N Y/L/N, the anthropologist who accompanied this landing party. I should make sure nothing goes wrong." The man snorted. "Well that worked." Y/N folded her arms in front of her chest.

"Is it my fault that both Ensign Jones and Ensign Rouge threw my advice to the wind?" She looked down at the floor.

"I gave both of them a short briefing beforehand and pointed out to them the most important things and traditions of the Licaurs. I am well aware that it is not possible to learn everything in such a short time. Nevertheless, I must have told them five or six times to stay calm, not to see the greeting as a threat and not to run away under any circumstances, should an emergency occur. Both Ensign Jones and Ensign Rouge did not take my admonitions seriously or even follow them. Even when I told them so myself in the situation at hand."

Now it was up to her to close her eyes, a pained expression on her face. "And now both of them are dead. Because I failed as a superior officer."

She heard the rustling of clothes. Apparently the man had just sat up. "Ensign Rouge is not dead, Lieutenant. She is alive. She was able to contact Enterprise. Why do you think we're here in the first place?" She stifled a sarcastic comment as relief spread through her chest.

"She's alive?" Y/N opened her eyes and looked into the face of the man, who had apparently decided to open his as well. He was smiling. In the darkness she couldn't quite make out the colour of his eyes, however they seemed bright. She felt a slight itch on her left forearm, but suppressed the urge to scratch.

"Yes. She is in the infirmary with some scrapes and scratches and seems slightly traumatised, but Doctor Phlox is of the opinion that she will be fine." Absently, she noticed that the lieutenant seemed to be struggling with itching as well. Lost in thought, he rubbed his left forearm through the sleeve of his uniform. Maybe there was some substance here that didn't do well with her uniform?

"But it's too late for Ensign Jones," she added with a lowered voice and gaze. "And that's my fault. I should have prepared him harder."

"No," his voice was gentle. "If it's anyone's fault, it's mine. I am his direct supervisor. He falls under my purview, not yours." At these words she listened up. "What did you say your name was again?"

"Malcolm Reed."

She had to suppress a swallow. Of course, it was her luck to be trapped in a cell with a senior officer. She shook her head slightly to clear her mind. She was beginning to feel that this constant coldness was freezing her mind. "I don't think it was your fault, sir." Reed looked up from his lap and a shiver came over her

. The cold really had to be getting to her. "He may have been under your charge, however, it had been my job to properly brief him." He shook his head, but before he could say anything she continued. "But still you feel guilty, don't you sir? Is that why you volunteered to be the joristico?" Reed frowned. "How do you know?" She pressed her lips together. Why did she have to have such a big mouth?

"Well, ninety percent of the time when Phlox cancels our lunch it's because you're lying in sickbay, having volunteered for some mission, sir. I was beginning to think you were suffering from chronic self-sacrifice." As soon as she uttered the words, she bit her lip. Reed might also be a lieutenant in rank, but he was still a senior officer and therefore a little higher in rank than she was. He raised an eyebrow. "Lieutenant-"

"I know, sir. I crossed a line and I should have kept my mouth shut. Pardon me." A small smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth. "At ease, lieutenant. It's all right." She smiled briefly. "Thank you." She hesitated and Reed noticed it right away. "I guess you and I are going to be spending quite a bit of time here, so don't be shy. What did you want to ask?" Y/N briefly moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue. "Would you mind explaining to me what has happened since we lost contact with Enterprise? As you said, we're going to spend some more time here. And I don't know about you, sir, however, I would hate to spend that time in silence." He nodded. "I guess you're right."

Immediately he began his report. At first she listened to him attentively, but as time went by her eyes began to grow dull and tiredness overcame her. The only reason she had not long since sunk into the realm of dreams was the constant itching on her forearm. "Am I boring you?"

She blamed fatigue and constant coldness for her subsequent reply. "Sorry sir, it's just.... Has anyone ever told you that your voice is very soothing and pleasant?" Silence followed, then a soft chuckle. "Soothing and pleasant?"

"Mhhmmm. Especially the accent is nice. Different from constant Yanks where you can't understand a thing." A soft laugh rang out and it was only moments later that she realised what exactly she had been saying. Right off the bat she sat up and felt the heat rise to her face.

"I...no I... I meant... Bloody hell... See...," she tried to talk her way out of it as Reed looked at her with amusement on his face. "My accent?" She slapped her hands over her face in exasperation. "Forget it, please. It's the dehydration. And the cold. I'm afraid I can't think straight." All at once all amusement was gone from his face and replaced by concern. "How long have you been here?"

She shrugged languidly. "I don't know, sir, seven hours, maybe eight." Reed sat up straighter and slid over to her. "And how long since you had a drink?" He took her wrist in his to take her pulse. His warm skin on her cold one gave her goosebumps and instantly warmth spread through her as well.

"Sir, I don't know if you are aware, but as long as the Licaurs hold prisoners, especially joristices, they will not be provided with food, water or blankets. This is to help negotiations move along more quickly." There was horror reflected on Reed's face. "Are you telling me that the last time you drank was eight hours ago?" "Maybe longer." A shiver came over her and the itch got worse with every passing second. "The cold is worse, though."

Reed regarded her thoughtfully for a moment before sighing. "I almost froze to death once and at least I had blankets then. I'm not really up for a repeat. So begging your pardon." And with that, he put an arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer.

His aftershave rose to her nose and she grew even warmer. Actually, that should have been pleasant after hours of cold, but the itch intensified unbearably, almost agonisingly, until she gave in, pushed up her sleeve and let her fingernails run over her skin.

A satisfied sigh escaped her.

"I certainly hope your mate won't hold it against me. After all, I'm only trying to stop you from freezing to death." She frowned, broke free of the embrace and turned. His face was closer than she'd thought, which made her slide back a little. "What are you talking about, sir?" Now it was up to Reed to frown and he nodded over to her forearm. "Your soul mate. I hope he understands."

Confused, she looked down. Her breath caught in her throat and she was pretty sure her eyes were round as plates. On her forearm, where a countdown had usually been displayed in gruesomely conspicuous white lettering, there was now nothing but an infinity sign in a more inconspicuous black. "What the hell?" Dumbfounded, she stared at her arm. "When..how..what.." Reed looked at her in surprise. "You didn't know?"

"No! How could I?!" She pinched herself once to make sure she wasn't already hallucinating from the cold. "Before the mission, there was still the countdown. Heck, even before I was thrown in that cell."

She couldn't understand it. It usually showed, after all. In her head she went through the signs again. Shivers, warmth to the touch, an irrepressible itch until the partner touched the mark- She faltered. Could it be- Her gaze met Reed's before moving to his forearm. He was still scratching through his uniform. She had to risk it. "May I see your forearm, please?"

Reed's eyes widened. "Excuse me?" She felt the heat rush to her face, however she did her best to look professional. "As you know, normal signs of finding your mate are shivering, itching and warmth to the touch. I've been showing these symptoms since you came in. Of course, it could be one of the guards, but since you've been scratching your arm yourself since you got here, I have to consider the possibility. So may I?"

Reed looked down in surprise, as if only now noticing the scratching, and nodded absently. Carefully, she took his jacket sleeve, took a deep breath and pushed it up. What came to light was the same black infinity mark that was very apparent on his pale skin.

" Bloody hell." Dumbfounded, Reed stared at his arm. She looked up in surprise. From what she'd heard, Reed was actually always professional and kept his feelings to himself most of the time. Seeing him like this...she had to admit, it was intriguing. "But it was different before!" She let herself sink back and stared at the floor. "I guess that makes it pretty obvious, doesn't it?"

She could feel his gaze on her and looked up. The light coming through the window cast no shadows on his face this time, so she could see it clearly. "Guess so. So, what do we do now?" She smirked shyly. "Maybe you could touch my mark? It still itches horribly." Lost in thought, he placed his hand on her forearm while still staring intangibly at his. Relieved, she sighed as the unbearable itch disappeared. "Thank you."

Reed didn't respond, but leaned back a little to give her more space. After some silence, Reed raised his voice. "I want to be honest with you, Lieutenant. I never really believed in all that soul mate stuff." Y/N shook her head almost in relief. She wasn't alone in that opinion.

"Neither did I really, sir. It struck me as odd that the universe should determine who is the best match for me and who I should spend my life with." He nodded in agreement. His gaze wandered down and only now did they both notice that he still had his hand on her forearm.

He turned slightly red in the face and withdrew his hand instantly. Shyly he looked into her eyes and for a moment she was no longer sure if the man in front of her was really the same man who was usually so heroically willing to sacrifice himself. "And what do you suggest we do?"

She hesitated. "Permission to speak freely, sir?" He smiled shyly. "You don't have to ask my permission. It would be a bit strange in this situation, wouldn't it? But if that's the way you want it, permission granted, Lieutenant" She smiled. "Thank you." Nervousness spread through her. "While I never, really believed in this, however, I would hate to pretend it didn't happen. I expect nothing from you and if you wish to keep our relationship purely professional, I will accept your wish." Reed's face had turned even redder. "I don't mean to offend you, however, I don't think I'm cut out or ready for a romantic relationship right now."

Now it was up to her to feel heat on her face. "Oh, no, I didn't mean it like that. I mean, sure, romantic relationships are usually where soulmates end up. After all, even Starfleet has allowed relationships to happen between soulmates, even if they have different ranks. However, I think you know, as I do, that sometimes soulmates are just good friends and-"

She groaned. "What I'm saying is, I'm not ready for a romantic relationship right now either. I just got out of my last one and it wasn't that nice. Actually, I wanted to ask what exactly you want out of all this. What is your "maximum goal"? A strict working relationship? Friendship? Maybe a romantic relationship later on?"

She added the last more quietly, however Reed must have heard it because he blushed again. "I just want there to be no misunderstanding. As I said before, many expect the true love after they meet their soulmate. But if that is not your wish, I will leave it at friendship or work. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable, sir."

He looked up and she thought she saw gratitude and amazement in equal measure on her face. "Thank you for your honesty. I appreciate it. "

He looked down as he moved a little closer to her. During the conversation, she had been leaning against the wall, which was why they were now sitting next to each other.

"I don't know what exactly to make of this. I don't know what I should expect. Or want to expect. However, I agree with you. I would hate to forget all this. I already told you that I'm not ready for a romantic relationship right now. In the near or distant future, maybe I am. We could just take a chance on that?"

Y/N nodded slightly. Reed slowly lifted his arm. "May I?" Again she nodded and he once more put his arm around her. Though this time she didn't feel a rush of warmth, it was pleasant in spite of everything. "We could take it slow," he added after a while.

She looked up at him. "And how?" He shrugged. "I don't know. Would you mind having a weekly dinner together? Of course we'd have to see if it works with our shifts but I'm sure we could work something out. Assuming that's what you're interested in, of course. You don't have to and please don't feel pressured to do it, it's just an offer, I-"

"Love to, sir." Smiling, she looked at him and he returned her smile with a small smirk. "If you don't mind, I'd ask you to just call me Malcolm when we're off duty. Sir sounds so formal."

"Then please, call me Y/N."

"I'd be delighted."

BONUS:

If asked, Y/N wasn't sure she could clearly define the feelings inside her. Five minutes ago, Doctor Phlox had notified her and asked her to come to sickbay. When she asked why, he merely replied that Malcolm had injured himself. Without further hesitation, she had dropped everything and fled from her office in the direction of Sickbay.

She would only have had to work for another ten minutes anyway. Phlox hadn't had time to specify what exactly had happened to Malcolm and in her mind she was imagining the most horrific scenarios, from broken limbs to finding nothing but his dead, cold body in front of her. She stepped into the lift. "Infirmary." The low hum did not reassure her at all.

Nine quiet months had passed since their capture by the Licaurs, during which Malcolm had only volunteered to do the job in an emergency, when no one else was made to do it, to keep from getting hurt and to keep your blood pressure from skyrocketing.

Nine months in which, as agreed, you took things slowly. Weekly dinners, then twice a week, then three times. Over time, an occasional breakfast was added, and when Phlox cancelled, rarely a lunch. Y/N had been worried at first that she would keep him away from his friends, but Malcolm had reassured her.

He would still spend enough time with them and he promised that he would tell her if he felt he was neglecting his friends. After two or three months of eating together, they started spending time outside of meals. Every now and then she would visit him in the armoury or he would visit her in her office. Every time a report from the science department had to be brought to the bridge instantly, she volunteered just to give him a little smile.

After another two months, they had also started to meet occasionally in their quarters. To watch a film, read together, talk or just be in each other's presence. And in those nine months, she had fallen quite in love with the weapons officer. Really deeply. Maybe that was why her heart was pounding wildly in her chest as she walked through the doors of the infirmary.

"Doctor?" Instantly, Phlox's smiling face emerged from behind one of the screens. "Ah, Y/N. How good of you to come so quickly."

"Where is he? Is everything all right with him? Please tell me it's nothing fatal."

A laugh rang out from behind the privacy screen. "I'm fine, Y/N." As soon as the voice, dripping with British accent, carried over to her, the knot of fear that he might already be dead disappeared. And then, when the privacy screen was pushed aside and Malcolm emerged, she couldn't suppress a relieved sigh.

"It's nothing life-threatening," Phlox assured her reassuringly, putting his hand on her shoulder. "One of the relays exploded and Lieutenant Reed was hit by one of the pieces. Since he's your partner, I thought it would be good to call you. He just needs some bed rest."

She nodded, suppressing the urge to remind him that she and Malcolm weren't dating . Not yet. "Thank you doctor." The latter smiled broadly at her before turning to Malcolm. "Remember, Lieutenant. No exertion for the next three days. You are relieved of duty." Y/N could tell by the look on his face that Malcolm didn't like it, however he just nodded and walked over to her. She could clearly see that he was limping and struggled with herself whether to support him, but decided against it. Even though he sometimes didn't like to admit it, Malcolm had his pride.

To her surprise, however, he paused in front of the door, took a deep breath, his shoulders lifting so that his uniform tightened around his body, before turning to her with a shy smile. "Could you possibly help me? I would hate to fall in front of the other officers."

For a moment she looked at him, completely perplexed, before rushing to his side with a quiet "Of course." Instantly he put an arm around her, as he had done in the cell, and leaned lightly on her. She realised he wasn't leaning half his weight on her and she felt warm. Just the thought that he cared enough about her to worry that he was too heavy, which he probably would be, those muscles weren't made of air, stirred her heart.

They walked slowly, so as not to overload Malcolm, to the lift. She let him go first and after giving the order to the lift, he leaned against the wall. "Thank you."

A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. "You're welcome." Silence. The doors opened and Malcolm wrapped an arm around her again and they continued on their way. Just outside his quarters, Commander Tucker came towards them. She gave him a curt nod so as not to seem rude, but he grinned at Malcolm.

"Don't chicken out this time, all right?" He nodded at her. "Lieutenant." With a cheeky grin he walked on and confused she looked after him. "Malcolm-?" He, however, avoided her gaze, his face deep red. "Never mind," he muttered, opening the door to his quarters. She walked beside him, still confused, and helped him sit down on his bed. He groaned softly and exhaled heavily. "I really should pay more attention." His laugh sounded forced.

"What did Commander Tucker mean just now?" She clasped her hands at her sides questioningly. Malcolm blushed even redder. "Never mind, my darling." He and she froze at the same time. "What-"

"Oh, God, I'm sorry. It wasn't my intention." Malcolm's face much more of a tomato at the moment. "I really didn't mean to. It's just been in my head for weeks, if not months, calling you that and- Oh my... that just sounds worse. Like I'm a possessive creep. I'm sorry..."

"Can you say that again?" Malcolm paused and looked up. What he saw took all the words out of his mouth. She had come closer, her eyes wide, her arms discreetly outstretched towards him, and he thought he saw a certain blush on her face. "What?"

Her face darkened even more and she took a few more steps closer. Her heart was pounding hard in her chest and she thought it could be heard even on the bridge. "Can you say that again? What you just called me?" Malcolm snorted and looked to the side. "Stop making fun of me! I-" Malcolm fell silent as she stood directly in front of him and took his face in her hands. "I'm not making fun of you, Malcolm. I meant it." Gently she ran her thumb over his cheekbone. "Please, Malcolm."

It was his eyes that widened now and he looked at her almost entranced. Gently he placed his hand on hers, which still rested on his cheek, stroking it and brushing her palm with his lips. "My darling." She closed her eyes and let her head fall forward gently. Warmth and a tingling exploded inside her at his words and she felt like she was drowning with love. Apparently Malcolm also seemed to have realised exactly what his words seemed to be doing, because she could feel a slight smirk against her palm. "My love. My sweetheart."

She opened her eyes and looked at him. He had straightened up and was staring at her out of his eyes, warm and loving. With his right hand he still held her left. Slowly his hand slid over her forearm, where the black infinity mark was still visible. Bending down slowly, he gently pressed his lips to her warm skin as light as a feather, never losing eye contact.

Her breath caught at the contact and her eyelids fluttered as if they couldn't decide whether to close in pleasure or stay open forever so as not to lose sight of this gorgeous man. Slowly he straightened up again and at that very moment she could stand it no longer. Gently but firmly, she pulled him towards her by the uniform.

Malcolm did not speak back, but even took a step closer. Carefully she ran her hand over his cheek. "I know we said we'd take it slow. Is nine months enough for you to decide what you want?" Malcolm couldn't take his eyes off her. "I think so."

And without much further hesitation, she pulled him close and placed her lips on his. Instantly she felt Malcolm place his hands on her waist and gently pull her closer. Her hands moved up and her fingers ran lovingly through his short brown strands as he in turn gently ran his hands up and down her waist, not going too far.

When they broke away, he pressed his forehead against hers and she smiled with closed eyes. "May I assume that Commander Tucker meant something like that?" He laughed softly. "Trip's been trying to get me to get off my ass for weeks to confess to you that I want a romantic relationship." She ran her thumb over his lips. "Oh really?"

"Mhhh." She kissed him briefly. "I guess I'll have to send him a thank you card then."

Malcolm buried his face in her neck. "Just don't, it'll only grow his ego." She laughed softly. "I want a romantic relationship too, Malcolm. But on one condition."

He raised his head. "I expect to be addressed only by such wonderful nicknames from now on."

"Do you, darling?" he softly purred. She heaved a sigh. "It's not my fault your voice goes with it so beautifully." "Especially my accent." Smiling, she buried her face in his neck. "Especially the accent."

"If that's the case, I guess I won't call you anything else, beloved."

"You won't hear any protest from me."

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SKETCHING SPIDERS ──── rayne ames x fem! reader.

about. whatever you draw on your skin, the same drawing will appear on your soulmate as well. ROYAL! AU. sfw + suggestive, reader's surname is archer, mentions of alcohol. wc of 3.2k.

notes. i'm experimenting. also first week of exams done i have math, business & accounting next week 😭😭

overcast clouds and the grey shades engulf the vast sky. you're seated in the royal room of a class for the children of nobles, fidgeting with a clean feather quill that was played by your fingers.

as usual, it is another boring day as an academic victim of the noble standards. in a classroom full of the descendants or the next heir of royal and noble families, they were all academically intelligent. for the future of their family, of course. that is no surprise, considering you have to study hard to maintain a good status in your family of nobles.

as the tutor continued to speak his mind out about philosophy or the sort, you looked around the classroom. for a high-class classroom, there sure is quite some dust in the high ceilings that nobody could reach up to.

you see many concentric circles woven by threads at the far corner, all meeting at one common centre. a genius idea then sprouted in your mind like the multi-legged creatures that created those corner ceiling webs.

the quill that you were just fiddling with became an item to use as your teacher rambled on and on about the stars and how to read them astrologically. you used it in a wiser way rather than write a bunch of fancy words into sketching. an act that only the royal artists could carry out.

first, you dipped your quill into the ink and lightly flicked the access ink off. then you lifted the sleeves of your lace coral pink dress, turning your left arm the other way. your seatmate, nora martin, watched in silence as her eyebrows scrunched in anticipation of what you were about to do with your lifted sleeves.

“what are you attempting to execute now, lady archer?” nora asked as you shot her a tiny smile. “just a teensy bit bored from mr. valac’s lessons. m’ gonna entertain myself.”

your seatmate, nora of the martin house, does not bat her eyelash or blink in your direction. this is common for her, just like buying groceries to cook.. or waking up to brush your hair with a wooden hairbrush made out of the best wood in the kingdom. she is used to your shenanigans, even if it meant to be a little bit rebellious during the process, such as dirtying your arm in boredom.

well either way, nobody is going to lift your sleeves to inspect your arm, for it is a crime in the law. at least, to people of nobility.

the ink does not easily dry on the surface of your arm, tainting your skin in a hue of black. the feather quill was quite ticklish too, sometimes it occasionally burns mildly against your skin as the tip of the feather drags along to create a small design with the ink.

once it dried, you showed nora your masterpiece. she actually fancied the result, thus praising how good you actually are at painting. for all that you know, your drawn masterpiece will not come off as easily as staining the tip of the quill in black ink.

it is going to be hard to wash it off. to wash the ink off.

“a spider?” kaldo gehenna asked as he inspected the drawing on the left arm of his subordinate. subordinate because the gehenna and the person he speaks to is of the same ranking in the military.

“how'd that appear?”

“i have no answer for you,” rayne ames, captain level replied as he too, inspected the mark that appeared on his arm. “i believe it appeared during the day.”

“i believe so too. i mean, you didn't have it when you dressed up this morning, did you?” kaldo placed his fingers in his chin, trying to find possible solutions as to where a random marking of a spider and a few strands of web marks came from. the military isn't one to have such markings.

now that it is night and it is time to rest and let loose if the days’ happenings, the ames undressed with his most trusted subordinate and the both of them are greeted with a marking of a spider on rayne’s arms.

the knights are only glad that they wore long sleeves. if it had been exposed, rayne was sure that his arm would be sliced off for having such a marking in his arm.

“i heard there is a legend where whatever your soulmate draws on her skin, it will appear on your skin too. perhaps your soulmate drew a spider on her skin,” the other captain said as he shrugged.

“why in the world would my soulmate draw on her arm? is she a fool?”

once again, the gehenna shrugged and carefully kept his knightly gears back to where they belong. “perhaps she was feeling bored, just like you at today's assembly. two bored souls. you can try to draw something small on your arm to see if that does anything or not.”

left in a plain white button up t-shirt and his black pants, kaldo took his belongings and waved his subordinate good-bye. “well, i hope you find your soulmate soon. you really need some romance in your life, rayne.”

when the ames went home, all he could do was stare at the spider marking on his arms. the only explanation he could gather was that his soulmate clearly used the black ink for writing to draw the insect on her arm. she didn't even try to erase the parts where it went wrong, she just drew on it to create spider webs.

his stoic golden honey eyes that were locked onto the mere insect. fingers slowly tracing over the outlines of the spider legs and the webs behind it. he admits it, his soulmate is good at drawing. perhaps she is a painter, an artist. someone who comes from a lineage of working for the royal family in the line of art.

but if she is his soulmate, why has she drawn something now? why has she not been leaving any suspicious or interesting marks on his skin in his eighteen years of living? why only now, when he was just assigned to the role of a captain in the royal military?

whatever the case, rayne ames could only keep brushing his fingers against the mark that appeared out of mere thin air. he needed to find the cause of this random marking soon.

the fifteenth birthday of the royal prince, mash burnedead. of course his family of princes would host a royal birthday party for him. and of course, all nobles are to attend the young boy's birthday celebration.

so are you and your family. your parents, who stood among all the other noble adults as you stand beside them, their mouths never ending to boast about how well you do in your academics and how well you are in arts.

as if you were their little doll to ramble on and on, you simply stood there with a tiny smile, your fingers occasionally pulling up the elbow gloves so it wouldn't reveal a single speck of the spider drawing you drew just the day before the party.

you already knew it wasn't going to come off easily, considering the quality of the ink is strong enough to stain your white satin curtains for weeks before fully coming out. your parents had forgotten to inform you about the upcoming party of the prince too, making your arm more difficult to cover up since your silk elbow glove is on the shorter side.

“father, mother, if i may excuse myself to the restroom for a few moments?” you asked in a voice that sounded like it was a beg. you just wanted out from the ordeal of having to stand for hours and listen to your parents indirectly praising you while your mouth is kept shut with no place to allow your tongue to twist and turn.

“of course, dear! be back soon, alright?” your mother replied as you nodded and took your elegant bow at them and also at the other noblemen that were lending an ear to your parents.

it was all a simple lie to get you out of this pathetic situation and to escape to somewhere where you can have your own fun and enjoy your own time, whether it being alone or finding another fellow noble that you know off, preferably someone from your class.

your preferences led you outside the ballroom, where it is far from a huge crowd, but filled with people who prefer to be outside the ballroom.

“lady archer! over here!” the monotonous voice which you recognised called out to you as a hand fan waved in the air, signalling for you to journey your way through the hallways to where nora stood.

you made your way through the velvet carpet and curtsied at your friend, before doing so to the guests around her.

“this is noir martin, my idiotic brother of the military army and his friends of the military, lord kaldo gehenna and lord rayne ames,” nora introduced as you curtsied once again.

“they are looking for women to cheer their champagne to,” a horrified expression formed on your friend's face as she pointed her fan towards her elder brother. “especially this man.”

noir held his hands in the air for defense. “hey hey, little sister. it is normal for men who want to find a beautiful wife, isn't it?”

“not if you're a captain leading an army of hundreds of soldiers! they usually perish in battle like the strong mighty soldier they are, honouring their kingdom.”

the martins conversed in an argumentative conversation, kaldo occasionally joining in. while you stood beside nora, covering your left arm. if not, you'd keep pulling your elbow glove up.

it was no surprise that the attentive ames was silently observing you, a gorgeous noblewoman who will soon benefit to the future of the kingdom. the ames is to, one day, serve you, since you are an honoured ally of the royal family.

“you seem to be anxious,” rayne said.

that voice. the honeyed, yet silky voice almost no one in the military dares to defy. it was an addictively dangerous voice to the hearts and souls of many women.

“oh uhm, i am quite anxious…” you averted his gaze, hands subconsciously moving to cover your arm as rayne's eyes followed your hands. “is there a problem with your arm? are you hurt?”

“no! i’m not!”

there it was. the little sneaky spider legs that peeked out from the edge of your satin piece, though unknown to the people around. there was one person that knew about it though. he just happened to blink before he could see the leg peeking out.

“if you insist…” the knight slowly nodded, his hands travelling to the same arm that the spider appeared.

how odd. he's technically doing the same thing you are doing. it's just a different direction to what other humans in the hallways perceive.

“my name is rayne ames, captain of the royal military army. my brother finn goes to the royal academy too,” he bowed.

you did your part to introduce yourself as a proper lady. like any other proper gentleman, rayne took your hands in his and gave your knuckles a chaste kiss.

something he did to your fingers made you flutter on the inside. it was as if he invited butterflies into your body just by his lips touching the silk of your glove. it was no different for the kiss. he kept it chaste, but there was an unexplainable reason that tells you it wasn't just a gentleman gesture he was showing you.

well, the night went past with your newly made friend from the military who shared a mutual amount of laughs and jokes with you throughout the night. what could possibly go wrong?

“sir! there's a spider on your hand!” the voice of a knight exclaimed as rayne glanced at his hands, his eyes widening a little before he attempted to slap it away.

but it does not go away.

it stays.

just like the spider drawing that randomly appeared out of nowhere, completely fading after a few days. but now, a new mark appears. and a new accusation arises.

“could it be his soulmate!?”

“lord ames, perhaps your soulmate is nearby!”

“you fancy spiders, captain?”

the male slapped his palms against his forehead at the words of his soldiers. surely the mark has to appear at a strategy meeting where he is specifically pointing at other nations. there couldn't be a better timing where his hands weren't in the view of other people.

now his darling soulmate has to draw on her hand, close to her thumb, the same silly spider drawing again that appears as a temporary marking to the ames.

as if one time wasn't enough for the rayne to embarrass him and allow his comrades to lose focus of their goals— the marks appear at many other times in situations where he couldn't control. all over his arm.

one night he sat down at his armchair, surrounded by the crackling sounds of the fire. rayne took kaldo’s idea, dipping his feather into washable ink and wrote a stop drawing on your arm with his quill.

a mere simple no formed. in response, rayne rolled his eyes, scoffing at how cocky the person on the other end is. he wanted to get this over with so his teammates would seal their mouth shut in the absence of a spider drawing randomly spawning on his skin.

it was hilarious, since it was only his left arm that received such a vulgar insect drawing. rayne gave up and put away his writing materials and went to slumber. he pray that the spider drawings would soon end and he would finally have peace in the army. and also to meet his soulmate who is so interested in spiders.

noir martin is officially wedded to a woman from the house of irvine, to a beautiful classmate of yours, lemon. and the world is to congratulate and celebrate the happiness of the newlywed.

“when am i be wedded to a handsome and strong man…” you muttered to yourself as you let out a sigh. “i could've sworn my soulmate wrote back to me.”

unfortunately your mutters were heard by rayne who stood beside you, serving as your escort for the day.

“oh? how do you already know your soulmate?”

“well. i draw. then he simply told me to stop drawing.”

rayne raised a brow. “if he's your soulmate, then why did he ask you to stop drawing?” in his mind, this soulmate of yours is an extremely selfish and rude man that doesn't deserve you at all.

“because i’m embarrassing him in front of his friends with my spiders.”

spiders.

“spiders?”

“spiders.”

his jaw slightly let loose. rayne couldn't focus on anything else other than to watch your lips move as you complained about your soulmate and spiders.

spiders are your new favourite thing to draw now ever since that boring day in your philosophy lesson.

rayne just happened to the extra canvas.

“my dearest lady y/n of the archer house,” the ames gently took your hand in his and bowed, remaining in his posture, he says, “may i commit a crime and steal you away for a few moment?”

a field of red roses tinted your cheeks red as you ceased the smile that threatened to surface.

“yes you may, lord ames.”

as you finished uttering your words, rayne took your hand to guide you through the huge and long halls of the martin estate. it was silent all the way and you felt nervous. as if there were thousands of spiders who slowly crawled up your back, giving you the chills yet the nervousness that embraced you.

he led you out the huge garden, never stopping until he reached the point where there were stone benches. being the gentleman he is, rayne told you to take a seat as he took off the white glove he wore on his left arm.

rayne took a seat himself, setting his gloves to the side. all while your eyes followed his actions, including the little mark that was just a bit above his pinky finger. you recognised that mark as you seemingly lit up upon seeing it.

“that's a—”

“spider.”

without hesitation, you took out your left arm’s glove. nobody is going to walk into the garden anyways, so it's safe to take off your glove. golden honey eyes immediately locking its gaze onto the same spider that was in the same exact position as the one on rayne's fingers.

“you’re my soulmate!” you exclaimed, gasping in the process.

the corner of rayne’ lips curved upwards a little as he nodded, his fingers tracing the spider that was imprinted on his fingers.

"so i am."

rayne ames is now tracing the undone spider sketches, smudging the ink all over your right thigh as you could feel his hot, ragged breath on your cheek. you faced the other way, your own breath heavy as you shifted in your position.

“trying to draw a spider on your thigh while i’m away on a mission by the king's orders tells me how much you miss me. how much you need me,” rayne said, his golden eyes staring into yours. “then you tried to sketch another in my presence, my lady. what are you trying to do?”

first of all, how did you get into this situation where both you are under the military captain as he cornered you?

long story short, you were out with your lady friends, and they were all drinking the night away. as your carriages came to pick you up and your lady-in-waiting cleaned you up after the night full of consuming the kingdom's finest alcohols, soberness left your mind.

the worst is the honoured son of the ames family arriving at your family's estate to give them an emergency visit. well you were not in a state to be speaking to guests, so you were kept in your room.

but rayne insisted on a visit to his beloved darling, and he too, ended up being drunk from the alcohol that you shoved into his mouth with the bottle that you sneaked in the house.

“i need you… and you need me too,” you muttered, lazy eyes scanning all over the white button up t-shirt that rayne wears. how it would be so easy to just tear them open right now.

“do i have you to myself?” rayne set his head at the crook of your neck, shifting up so his mouth comes in contact with your shoulders. the man slightly pulled down the lace sleeves, exposing your bare shoulders to him.

with rayne's lips on your shoulders, you hummed under your breath, resulting in a kiss.

“you are my woman. my soulmate, y/n.”

“forever yours,” you whispered into his ears as he continued to press chaste kisses onto your shoulder, his other hand leaving your sketched and messy thigh to snake it around your waist.

“i’m going to kiss you until those spiders all over your body are all messy. and you will do the same to me, darling.”

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ask-the-team-rocket-executives · 3 years ago

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I'm sorry to bother but I just love them so much- ehhhh O and L?? Proton is my fav in case you don't wanna do all of them

L = Love Confession: How would they confess to their s/o?

Ariana: I believe she can be more self conscious about how she comes across to others than she lets off, so I believe she would try to read the situations they're in and see if it's appropriate and the mood is right. It would take her a while before admitting her feelings because she'd want to make sure she actually feels a certain way for someone and would be willing to be in a committed relationship with them, and also because she doesn't want to get rejected by someone she would quickly be dismissive about because she didn't know that she'd fully like and accept them anyway. If she feels like she could get away with admitting her feelings flirtily I'm sure she would, because in her mind it seems like a more relaxed approach than walking up to them or looking flustered or saying something "dumb" in front of someone who could quickly become an "enemy" for lack of better term from undermining her or using her to up their position in some way.

Archer: I think that Archer would have similar feelings as Ariana, but with less fear of the "consequences" of rejection and more fear of what to do with his feelings of rejection. When he does admit his feelings he would either take the approach of waiting for the time to be "right" (Outside of work hours obviously and also most likely not in an extremely flirtatious way like Ariana.) and shows up to their residence suddenly or to a planned meet up with flowers. Either way I think that besides often making eye contact and chatting or watching over them or eating lunch near them (Silently sometimes because he's not sure of what to say and decides to say nothing at all.), he would still come off a bit sudden at first to not be harassing at work and to get his feelings in order before deciding to confess.

Petrel: I honestly believe thay Petrel can be a bit flirty, but he never really gets close to anyone or proceeds into a lot of relationship type behaviours often because he knows he's not committed enough and isn't going to pretend to be a "hot shot" who keeps people waiting and wondering or weaves in and out of relationships status like a greasy frat boy. When he does really like someone though I think it hits him like a ton of bricks in the sense that although he smiles at them and greets them, but he gets flustered easily and overthinks responses while he is already engaging and giving a response. It's funny to think that he's just self aware enough to know that he may actually like someone. His grooming habits and amount-of-cologne-to-proximity-of-person-he-likes ratio defidently picks up and he tries to stop by and talk to them as much as possible, even if it's just small talk. He tries to be funny but it may not always work, so he's left to look like he's acting laid back but is cursing at himself on the inside. I think that because he knows that he thinks he feels a certain way for someone and doesn't want to be that "guy who became a close friend but actually wants to canoodle with you and was waiting for your "permission" supposedly" person, he doesn't want you to start confiding in him until you know that he likes you romantically so you don't feel disappointed or confused later about why he listens and spends time with you. He may admit it suddenly during a late night friendly hangout to make sure you know his feelings and position, or by coming up to you with flowers or during a quiet night on the balcony. I don't know if you'd call them all romantic exactly but at least he's honest.

Proton: One could almost say it's like he's testing the waters of thoughts of liking anyone in general to the point of dating, or, not unlike a cat sniffing a piece of cheese to see if there's a pill inside. At first he seems a bit weird or very dissimive of someone he thinks he likes, to the point where he's in their peripheral looking at them often while doing things (With those laser eyes that make you think you did something wrong, are about to get scolded, or just generally makes you self conscious (Do I have a boogie, a zit, or messy hair?)) or his gaze doesn't hold for long when speaking or giving instructions (If he likes someone he works with.). Knowing how precise, analytical, and collected he is though, it's hard to tell that he's avoiding making eye contact because he often shifts his gaze to documents or something around him and back which may look mysterious and almost cunning, but is actually him being flustered and feeling unsure. He tends to come across weird in other ways like you're about to be scolded or shood away, or the way he seems to pop up without a sound out of nowhere (Tries to "act cool" but is accidently ghost walking into a room.) or help complete tasks whether work or personal without much verbalizations outside of relevant questions, and long stares (Wit them lasers again. 🙈) before suddenly departing. It's mostly a lot of odd feeling alone time, even if that alone time is just being the only people in a room at the moment at work. He'll try to make small talk better as time goes on, but for a little while it's curt answers from him and sudden questions about your interests and day that sound like interrogations towards you. When he does feel like he's ready to confess, he'll probably end up settling on going to a museum or having a picnic somewhere secluded and admitting his feelings by the end of the day by taking your hands in his and saying "I like you" or leaning back on the picnic blanket and saying the same phrase. It will probably be the first time he's looked deep into your eyes without you thinking you had a boogie. 💖

@blxxdingtoy I'll be making "O" in a separate post! 😊💕 And don't worry, you're not bothering me at all!! I love all of these characters a lot as well and would love to make more posts about them! You're giving inspo and helping me build my writing skills as well; thank you so much! ☺💖 I tried to make Proton's longer as well obviously (He's a fave of mine too. 🙈💖💕). Feel free to send asks any time they're open! 😊💗

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worldofpokemonimagines · 4 years ago

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!! this blog is so nice! may i ask for something for rocket executive Archer (from let's go eevee/pikachu + heartgold/soulsilver games) with a. Really emotional s/o. We're talking cries at the drop of a hat / will hug loved ones unprompted emotional.

Thank you! I'm glad you like my blog! :)

• Archer is slightly taken aback the first time you hug him since he's not used to gaining so much affection from one person. He'll hug back, though it will be slightly awkward with him patting your back and looking around. He tells you that if you're going to give him hugs, it's better in private. Full blown hugs are something he wouldn't do, preferring to have an arm around your waist. He likes to keep the affections lowkey.

• What does fully get caught off guard by, is the fact that you are rather emotional. He's as cool and calm as ever, but the fact still took him by surprise. Archer had accidentally raised his voice at you after a rather exhausting day and flinched upon seeing the tears in your eyes ready to fall. He is quick to comfort you, apologizing for talking to you in such a way and kisses your forehead. Dealing with your emotional self isn't like walking in eggshells for him and the man is fully prepared whenever the tears start to flow.

• An intense glare will be sent towards anyone that even tries to mock how emotional you are. Archer is not the type to get into physical fights, but there's no way he'd let something like this slide on his watch. That person will be okay, but I will guarantee they'll think twice about making you cry again. He does not see anything wrong with showing emotion and especially hates seeing you upset. It's worse when the cause of this is someone else.

• He knows you can't help it, so there's no judgement on your character. This statement is somewhat hypocritical because although Archer states he's not that emotional, there are times where he'll hide his true feelings. This is just something out of habit during his early years in Team Rocket, but he's certainly grown past that. Old habits die hard.

• Going back to how affectionate you are, again, these sort of actions are reserved behind closed doors. It is not because he disliked you kissing his cheek before leaving off to do stuff or when you bluntly state your love for him in one of your emotional rambles. No, he very much appreciates it. All that's bothersome is Ariana and Proton snickering about how their superior is such a softy. Petrel is indifferent and does not care; just as long as you two don't get too PDA around him, it's fine. The first two are just harmlessly teasing honestly, but it does get on Archer's nerves.

• This man takes the time to find an Igglybuff just so it can be with you to help calm you down when he isn't around. You're so touched by this that you start to cry with the baby pokemon in your arms, while it soothes you immediately. Archer chuckles at this and brings you closer to wipe away the tears.

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mikeysbabygirl · 2 years ago

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𝘿𝙀𝘼𝘿 𝙂𝙄𝙍𝙇𝙎 𝙏𝙀𝙇𝙇 𝙉𝙊 𝙏𝘼𝙇𝙀𝙎

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PAIRINGS: Bonten!Rindou Haitani x Fem!Reader/ Bonten! Ran Haitani x Fem! Reader.

SYNOPSIS : 'Cause two can keep a secret if one of them is dead.

Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.

What if their first love came back ? What if everything they thought had happened that night was a lie ?

WARNING : 18+ , MINORS DNI. Mention of guns, murders, poison, sex trafficking, sex work, toxic relationship, threats, blood, possessive Ran and Rindou.

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CHAPTER : 03

( What is written in bold and italics are flashbacks)

- " So you're telling me, the hunter was here?" Ran leaned on the table with his elbows, staring into Koko's eyes right in front of him.

-" Yes ! And she was a fucking menace !" The latter exclaimed from where he was sitting, on Mikey's left whilst the Haitani's were sitting at his right.

The other executives shared a conniving gaze, Sanzu was the first one to burst out laughing, quickly followed by both Rindou and Ran. Kokonoi's eyes widened from wrath, he searched for Takeomi's support but that one was clearly trying his best to hold a mocking smile, smoking next to the window.

-" She ? You're scared of a bitch Koko ?" Sanzu jested through two uncontrolled laughters.

-" Fuck" Kokonoi rolled his eyes because the trio in front of him won't stop laughing. " She's not just a bitch, she's the vigilante. She uses chemical weapons and is even an archer "

-" did Cupid finally found you then ?" Rindou added in a scoff which almost everyone there laughed at except for Mikey, sitting at the end of the table, Kakucho, sitting at the other end right in front of him, and Kokonoi who gave him the finger.

He was expecting them to at least take him seriously when he told them about what had happened to him a night ago, their reaction only increased his frustration. Along with screwing his window and his chandelier, the vigilante triggered his pride. Out of all people, she had to come to him, he knew he wasn't the best at fighting among them, but he wasn't the weak link either, it embarrassed him to be the one who was put in such a situation and had to deal with his co-worker's teasings.

-" Aha-aha, super duper funny, Haitani. Didn't knew Jellyfishes could tell jokes ".

-" what did she look like anyway ?" Takeomi started, throwing his cigarette out of the window and making some steps toward the table where he sat next to Kakucho. " How can we know she's not lying ?"

A frustrated tsk left Kokonoi's mouth, his eyes drifted toward the window before answering.

-" Didn't got to see her" he mumbled under his breath, hoping they wouldn't insist but obviously, they would. Takeomi frowned yet his brother was faster to answer, leaning a little more over the table to gain Koko's attention.

-" you still haven't been to the eye doctor ?"

- " Goddamn-"

-" she held me in thrall, Okay ?" He exploded, finally facing their curious eyes. " Aimed at my window and my back was to her, excuse me I wasn't ready to die "

-" I guess we can say she took you from behind " Everyone laughed again at Rindou's joke, except the three previous wet blankets, namely Manjiro and Kakucho working on their laptops and Kokonoi throwing death glares at nearly everyone there.

-" she's bluffing" Ran resumed after his laughter subsided. " No way she would've killed five well trained men on her own ".

Two of them, namely Kokonoi and Sanzu were about to start arguing but everyone's eyes drifted toward their boss when he uttered his first words, the silence fell on the room.

-" she knew we were following the vigilante's track " his tone was dry, left no room for arguing while his eyes didn't left his laptop. " The information never left this room. Unless it left one of your mouths".

All the executives looked at each other, some even discreetly gulping down. Mikey quickly set an eerie mood with a single implied sentence, his dark eyes sliding over each of them at an overwhelming slowness.

-" She, um" Kokonoi cleared his throat, searching for what he was about to say before his boss' eyes fell on him. " She spotted Sanzu when he was investigating in her crime scenes".

-" Damn" Rindou scoffed, rubbing his temples. " When I told you the killer was a genius ".

-" and soon dead, isn't it boss ?" Sanzu asked his boss, that one tilted his head to the side questioningly. " She penetrated our compound, threatened one of us and went as far as giving you orders, are we gonna take this disrespect?"

No one said a word, waiting for Mikey's, but it was obvious that they all agreed with Sanzu. That was clearly a first time, no one has ever been this far with Bonten, their reputation was scary enough to avoid such situations.

The boss stayed silent for what seemed like endless minutes, eyes lost, proceeding everything that happened.

-" Sanzu. "

Hearing his name falling from his boss' mouth, Haruchiyo stood up, ready for whatever order he would give him to find the woman. His mouth whatever, fall agape and his eyes widened when that one spoke again.

-" Stop the investigations."

As if electrified, all the members froze, their eyes full of shock and looked at each other quickly before returning their attention to their leader.

-" Excuse me what ?"

-" Ya serious Mikey ?"

They froze again, but that time because he threw a deathful glare that shut them all up. They were still shocked, however. Despite their wise choice to keep quiet, they still couldn't believe they heard his command well.

-" questioning my orders maybe ?"

The temperature dropped several degrees, an oppressive aura belonging to none other than Sano Manjiro imposed its authority throughout the entire room.

- " Not to be mistaken for what it's not " Ran started holding Mikey's gaze. " We're just curious at why you're doing that".

-" She stated she had no intention on lashing out at Bonten".

-" And do we trust her ?" Inquired the elder Akashi who was astounded.

He was not the only one to be, it was really eerie coming from Sano Manjiro to trust someone, or to even be merciful. Why would he ? He was as strong as to destroy the whole country if he wanted to, including that " hunter", who broke inside his hideouts, threatened one of his subordinates and dared to boss him around, usually, the person would already be six feet under.

An impassive Mikey landed his weary eyes on everyone of his executives.

-" She would've took the risk to come and get herself killed, then just left without doing anything ? " He gestured toward Kokonoi. " Not even killing him ? Robbing him ?".

Silence fell once again on the room, they had to admit that sometimes they didn't thought it through enough, what he was saying actually made sense now. Killing Bonten's wallet would have been a good way to get to them, the vigilante even could have done more, being inside the building and having several knowledge about chemical weapons, it could have been way worse than just a broken window and a crashed chandelier.

-" it remains to be seen why she was so insistent that we stop looking for her " Kakucho declared with a look toward his boss, that one nodded faintly, thinking about an answer.

-" It wasn't fear, I can tell" Kokonoi acknowledged. " I don't know what her true motives were, but I know for sure she wasn't afraid to be caught up ".

-" Why not? " Ran requested, leaning against his chair and crossing his legs. " If she really wasn't afraid, she would've shown up at me, or Rin', or Mikey, or-"

-" Glad to see I'm taken seriously " Hajime scoffed with a raised eyebrow, the elder Haitani smirked at him.

-" What I meant was, why you ? Out of everyone".

-" She could never have gotten to Mikey without getting through me since I was guarding his house that night " Sanzu explained.

-" Takeomi and I were out on a mission " Kakucho added before the latter nodded.

Rindou who has been somehow silent leaned over the table with a hand rubbing his jaw.

-" Why not us, then ?"

The question remained without an answer, floating in the air around them. They weren't together that night, the vigilante could have attacked anyone of them, why did she chose Kokonoi out of all people ? It looked like something was truly hidden behind it.

-" There's something" Kokonoi added, hands flat on the table. " I don't know if it's relevant actually".

-" just say it ".

His eyes wandered around the room, he recalled the events of the previous night then planted his eyes in those of his boss.

-" When I said boss' gonna kill her, she said something about... Already being dead " he had a confused expression on his face, just as nearly everyone in the room.

They seemed to think it through a little bit, before Rindou sighed.

-" Isn't it supposed to be a metaphor? Like dead from inside or something like that ?"

-" I don't know " the silver haired man ran a hand through his hair. " It's just a detail I guess I-"

-" every little thing matters, you did well, Koko " Mikey praised, the latter suppressed a smirk and bowed slightly, largely surprised by his compliment. " It could eventually mean she was one of La Compagnie's victims who came back for revenge "

-" We never heard about someone getting away from there " remarked the elder Akashi.

-" But it would make sense. I mean, we still don't know why she's doing all of this".

-" That could be a lead."

-" That could mean Koko's afraid of a call-girl" Sanzu's joke lightened the atmosphere a little bit, even the concerned one rolled his eyes but had a small smirk on his lips.

-" it could eventually explain why she seemed to be all about La Compagnie and no other gang or criminal around Tokyo " Kakucho declared thoughtfully, almost everyone nodded at that.

It made more sense now, who else than a scorned woman would take La Compagnie on a hunt ? What stronger motive could push someone to act as recklessly as she was doing ? She might have been one of the girls they kidnapped and forced into sex work, who escaped and decided to take her revenge. At least, that was what everyone of them was thinking.

-" So we're looking for a probably young woman, former prostitute, gone missing since a couple of years, maybe a chemistry major ?" Rindou summarized with slight gestures with his hands, earning a glare from his boss which surprised him.

-" I said we're not looking for her. Not yet. Not until she finishes La Compagnie for us at least ".

They all agreed to what their boss said, though Rindou's profile seemed to be pristine. Kakucho inquired next.

-" Would we get rid of her ? I mean, after she's done doing the dirty job for us ".

Once again, Bonten could have handled all of this by its strength. No one doubted they would have ruined La Compagnie and Hiroto Mori if they wanted to, still the problem was the bigger names involved in it. A minister, a police chief, many politicians, it would have been an issue to deal with all of this added to their daily business. Therefore, it was a bliss that someone took care of it instead of them, it avoided many unnecessary burdens actually.

-" Eventually... " Mikey grumbled, then his attention went to the smirks on many of his executive's faces, conniving looks, he rolled his eyes.

-" Very likely" he rephrased, earning a small laughter from Ran.

-" Very surely" he whispered to his brother who shook his head and smiled.

-" Talking 'bout Hiroto Mori" Rindou started, getting all the eyes on him. " Are we going tomorrow?"

Mikey looked at Kokonoi before nodding, nothing but a simple silent answer. The youngest Haitani sucked his upper lip before trying again.

-" And do you think she is coming ?"

All eyes were on Mikey. He huffed, leaning back in his seat. He couldn't say for sure, but it was safe to assume that the vigilante would not fail to attend the event organized the next day by Hiroto Mori.

On the other hand, the logic would want the politician to be on his guard since the many losses that his camp has recorded for a few days, he was not sure that it was a good idea for "the hunter" to show up there.

-" If she does, the night's probably not ending well " he shrugged, his executives agreed silently.

Which means they had to be careful, the Hunter could be anyone, could be anywhere, and could do anything. The hunter might even sit at their table, share their dinner, be their partner for a waltz, and they had no way to know that.

•••

-" Shit, I hate this day" you cursed rather loudly while fixing your lipstick on the mirror. Conor who was standing next to your bedroom door, wearing his dress' suit smiled playfully.

-" Is it because it's your dad's birthday?"

You threw a death glare at him through the mirror.

-" No, it's because it's St.Patrick's day and I hate the color green " you rolled your eyes and Conor laughed slightly. " Seriously, that bastard doesn't deserve a birthday. I hope he'll get assaulted by a horde of bees. Mutant bees"

-" Okay, right, let's breathe " the older man made few steps inside the room, you put back the lipstick on the vanity before grabbing your gown's skirt and turning around to completely face him.

He was handsome, no denial, you never saw him looking so good. The dark color of his suit was a delight with his deep blonde locks, and behind his silver mask, his green eyes shone magnificently.

-" Everything's gonna be alright, 'Kay ? The plan will work-"

-" We'll be walking on thin ice tonight and you know it " you argued. The plan was complicated, you were understaffed and the hotel will probably be highly guarded, it was quite dangerous yet you knew you would never dream of a better chance to get to the dreamhouse. And everytime you thought about it, your hands would start unconsciously shaking, cold droplets of sweat would start gathering on your back because that's where it all began, the downfall. Still you had no right to pay attention to your fear, it wasn't about you anymore, it was about hundred other girls who are facing way worse than what you did, there were no room left for your worries.

-" It's gonna work" he reassured. " And a horde of mutant bees would be the least of your father's worries ".

Through your stressed state, he managed to get a smile out of you. God, you loved him, he really has been what kept you grounded through all these years far from everything you had ever known, without him you probably would have ended everything.

You quickly turned around, headed to the vanity and grabbed your mask, an impressive Favaloro lux black one. Staring at your face in the mirror, you smiled to yourself, satisfied with your look before putting that latter, making sure it covered more than half of your face therefore you would remain unknown to men who knew you since forever.

Peevish or not, getting all dolled up always had a hand on improving your mood a little bit. It has been ages since you didn't felt so pretty, gorgeous, even. Your ball gown was stunning, an A-line shape, with a sweep/brush train hanging behind you with every step faking a princess look. Its color was a deep swallowing black, sleeveless, spaghetti straps with a V-neck extending until almost your belly button, no bra was needed since it was an open back dress, but the most beautiful detail about it was the embellishment.

Black applique adorned the straps, the neckline, and the waist in a form of black rose petals, giving the outfit a dramatic extravagant air. About your hair, you picked up a plain half up half down hairstyle, with curled hair strands adorning the look, all added to a crimson lipstick and some mascara. This would surely not be the most enticing look of the night, yet it stayed enough to not draw anyone's attention to you.

After you were done with fixing your mask, you turned to face Conor again and that one extended an arm toward you, smiling mischievously as you let out a little huffed laugh.

-" You look beautiful tonight" he praised, eyes on yours, you gave him a grateful smile, started walking out of the room with him and expressed a nostalgic sigh.

- " Oh the last time I heard something like this..."

Back to your childhood room where things were still what they looked like, your favorite color painting the four walls around you, posters of your former favorite rockstar and some models you envied, low music playing in the background while you were half sat on your bed, phone in your hands.

You sighed loudly, the woman peering at you from head to toe with a look you knew was full of judgment, a cigarette stuck between her lips.

-" you really 'bout to stay here, mourning all night?"

Your eyes drifted toward the brown haired woman in her maid's uniform, standing next to your bed and leaning against the wall. Esmeralda has been the maid even before your birth, so much that she became your mother's best friend. After that one's loss, she took care of you like her own daughter, well, like the daughter she never wanted to have.

She was perfect, really. Absolutely what people would never expect when you talk about a housekeeper for a rich politician, at the age of seventeen, you used to think she was one of the coolest women you're ever known. Always hidden in a corner, smoking some weed, sometimes even making out with one of the rich friends of your dad. The household was the least of her worries, yet she never let you down, you knew she loved you from the bottom of her heart, always there to give you advices. Maybe not the best advices, yet she did her best.

-" what am I supposed to do ? " You inquired frustratedly, putting your phone next to you on the bed. " It's obvious they don't want me there".

-" And do they own the house ?" She sarcastically replied, you frowned.

-" Uh... Yes ?"

Esmeralda rolled her eyes, taking a drag of her cigarette.

-" Yes, but do they own you ?"

You gave her an exhausted stare, you had no energy to argue at all, especially with Esmeralda. All you wanted to do that night was to lie in bed, mourn and binge watch your favorite TV show for the umpteenth time.

Usually, your nights were way busier. Yet lately, you have seen yourself turning into a rather lonely person, for the two people you used to hang out with the most since your childhood started to walk away from you.

You met Ran and Rindou Haitani at the elementary school. Two or three months acting like cat and mouse turned you into best friends, and since then, they never left you. You had other friends, indeed, but you didn't saw them often since most of your time you spent it with the brothers. Well, used to spend it, since they have been acting distant with you a couple of months ago now. Everything started because of that white haired Filipino, god, you hated him so much. Ever since your best friends started hanging out with him, they never wanted you around anymore. It hurt you, you really wouldn't stop thinking about it, sometime even shedding a tear or two at night because of it. Ran and Rindou used to want you everywhere around them, at school, then after school, at their house, outside, even at the parties they threw.

Tonight was different though, you learned from some highschool friends that they were throwing a party, and both of them hid it from you and never cared to invite you. You were mad, but above all disappointed, it was the first time you tasted the bitterness of betrayal, no matter how much you opened your heart to Esmeralda about how hurt you were, your heart still squeezed painfully in your chest everytime you thought about it.

Why would they think about replacing you ? You didn't changed, you still were the same girl they had as a best friend. But then, you gulped down as tears started to form in your eyes, you still were the same girl... And they grew up, they have been to Juvie, they had new friends, new girl friends, maybe you just weren't what they needed anymore...

-" I just wanna sleep, Esme " you crossed your arms, the maid rolled her eyes and took her cigarette between her two fingers, straightened and put it out on your nightstand, earning a glare from you.

-" Listen, pussycat" you winced at the nickname while she sat next to you on your bed, throwing one arm around your shoulder. " Do they own you ?"

-" Absolutely not. " You denied. There was a time where they used to say you were theirs, that no one could befriend you, but it was long gone now, sadly.

-" That's it ! I raised you as a strong independent woman. What does a strong bitch do when a man tells her not to go somewhere?"

You turned your head towards her, planting your eyes in hers azure blue, biting into your lower lip, you answered.

-" She does go ?" Your maid nodded with a smirk on her face, something you knew was definitely bad news.

-" she does go. And she puts on a slutty outfit to piss him off even more "

-" Uh, I'm not sure abou-"

-" shh, I know better. " She claimed.

And the next second she was dragging you by the hand toward your dresser, completely unaware of your protests.

She eventually ended up dressing you as her personal doll, ignoring your grumbling. Trying on one outfit after the other until she found what she assumed was " the perfect arsenal".

It was over the top. If you were in a cliché telenovela, Esmeralda would have been that one best friend dragging the nerd main character out of her comfort zone.

And you were not uptight, far from it. You were cool and confident by nature, still this was pretty much exaggerated. Everything felt wrong, your breasts were showing up more than necessary, the top was ridiculously short and you were sure the most decent thing about that outfit was the jean she made you wear because there was no way you would go at the Haitani's party-which you were not even invited- wearing a short tight dress.

-" Oh my gosh, our daughter looks so beautiful" standing just behind you while you faced the mirror, she exclaimed, untying your hair.

You shyly smiled, eyeing the outfit anxiously. She and your mother had that way of calling your " their daughter", you remembered it used to get you confused as you were young.

-" Isn't it like too much ?" You asked even though you knew what her answer would be.

-" oh please, your mom and I used to wear half of this " she rolled her eyes again whilst you laughed. " Dumb and dumber will see red, all them boners gon' be about you tonight ".

-" Esme please !" You whined, a disgusted expression on your face, Esmeralda raised an eyebrow.

-" What ?" She scoffed. " Were you thinking it was their phone, poking hardly from their pants when you sit on their laps ?"

You swore it has been so long since you didn't felt your cheeks growing that red, thinking about the brothers in such a way was just so wrong, you grew up together, shared everything from your food to your beds sometimes. Still you felt embarrassed, because things started to change, they grew up now, they attracted girls attention, took more care of themselves and you couldn't help but notice it.

" Could we just stop talking about cocks ? Plus, we're just best friends ".

-" Yeah yeah " she passed her fingers between your hair waves once again before grabbing the perfume from the nightstand to spray your neck. " That's what I used to say about my second husband".

-" the British one ?" You tilted your head questioningly, her eyes wandered toward the ceiling, making you laugh incredulously that she seemed to have forgotten.

-" actually that was the third one" she remarked, putting the perfume back. " But never mind, it's time to go. Oh and for Beyonce's sake, be a bitch tonight ".

You couldn't help but smile at the memory, eyes lost on the landscape passing by at high speed through the car's window. Your hands on your lap were sweaty, you could feel the knife strapped to your thigh under your dress, tonight, everything had to be perfect. Your mask had to never leave your face, many persons there could recognize you, you were supposed to be dead and dead girls simply don't attend ballrooms wearing a black dress. You knew about everyone that would be there that night, your father, his guests, his allies, and them. They would be there, he invited all the influential men and women Tokyo had ever known, and you were not sure but you felt like Sano Manjiro would take it as a chance to have a word with Hiroto Mori about how they started invading their own territory. A war against the political system was surely not the best for Bonten now, still the well-known Mikey would not let such a disrespect slip away, obviously.

Everything was foreign, you left the country for so long that you couldn't even tell you belonged there anymore. Did your body belonged to the monster you became anymore ? Or was it that of the dead girl they killed long ago ? Even the invitation cards in your and Conor's hand sitting next to you on the Limo weren't yours. Mr. And Mrs. Satō agreed so gently - or not- to lend you their names and cards for a night, after a charming conversation over a cup of tea- and your so friendly Glock 19 - , what a kind gesture has it been from them.

So you were miss Satō for tonight, and through your husband's and yours Limousine, you were getting closer and closer to the masquerade ball taking place at Ms. Hiroto Mori's hotel, celebrating his birthday with his few influential friends.

From a distance, the hotel was like a dying sun sinking under the horizon and inside that sun, those who ruled waltzed.

The hotel was as gigantic as you remembered, a skyscraper illuminating the now dark night with its thousand and one lights. The limousine stopped right in front of it, a valet quickly came to open your door, bowing gently as your supposed husband walked around the car to get closer to you and extend his arm for you to take.

Both of you walked through the small garden, where some lovers found privacy that their mask only could not give. The bittersweet music of the orchestra traveled as far as deep within the garden, and as soon as you both stepped inside the large main room, you winced discreetly at how loud the music was.

Against the haunting darkness of the night, the ballroom glowed incandescent with the light of a hundred crystal chandeliers. You looked up, at the vaulted ceilings, high walls with crown moldings, glossy hardwood under your feet at every step you made inside. Thick velvet drapes covered large french windows which displayed Tokyo's outside night, and at every corner of the room, there were spiral staircase to the second level.

The second level being mainly occupied by the orchestra in the middle, but at the four corners of the room, there were curved observation balconies, giving a full sight of the room.

-" Wow" Conor uttered, stopping in the middle of the crowded ballroom with his arm curled around yours. " This is-"

-" Ugly. " You gritted your teeth, he just smiled once again. " Everything is ugly, everyone is ugly. Except us ".

He knew you were just bitching to cover-up your anxiety of being inside this horrible place one again, he could see the spark in your eyes as you peered at the women with updos and expensive jewelry, their silk skirts drawing graceful sweeps across the marble floors, men in handsome suits, spinning and twirling with their various partners under the soft light of the tiered crystal chandelier.

The ballroom was enchanting, you had to admit it. But, the array of the richly coloured ball gowns and suits paired with intricately detailed masks, however would always fail to make you forget what was happening at a certain secret floor in that so well decorated facade of hell.

There were few pillars under the inside balconies some rich men and women were peering at the dancers from, you hurried to grab your heavy skirt and made your way toward one of them, sighing finally when you felt the cold marble against your bare back, under the laughter of Conor who came to face you.

-" If I succeed into fighting with this weighting -a-ton dress and high heels, I don't want anyone calling me anything short of queen ".

-" you've gone through worse " he simply declared, you agreed with a wince while his eyes traveled around the room.

Conor watched as the dancers spun and spun, everywhere intrigue and laughter erupted like champagne bubbles. The orchestra were focusing on each note they were playing from the main balcony at the center hovering over the room, he stared at those empty faces, laughing, dancing or simply talking business, then his eyes widened slightly when he caught a familiar face, once that seemed to be looking toward where you two were standing.

His eyes immediately drifted toward you, whose glances were following the dancers, felt Conor's on you and threw a questioning look at him, the expression on his face made you immediately straighten up, ready to hear the news.

-" Do not look up. Rindou Haitani is looking at us ".

Your heart first skipped a beat, you went completely still and it was a torture to not turn your head and search for him. You were completely fine before Conor told you, but he said his name, you started feeling strange chills on your back, as if you were imagining his stare on you.

You blinked quickly and looked at Conor, who gave you a conniving glance and closed your fists around your Tull skirt, drying the sweat gathered in your palms as your heart beat loudly in your chest.

-" Is he still looking at us ? " You anxiously inquired, your partner glanced toward one of the observation balconies, where he saw the Haitani the first time and noticed that one's stare was still fixed on you.

-" Yeah... D'you think he recognized you ?"

You exhaled your stress and shrugged, staring distractedly at the dancers.

-" I mean I'm wearing a mask, but it's Rin', we've known each other since forever and- shit am I acting natural ?"

- " Okay, calm down " Conor reached for your hands and stopped you from doing big gestures around yourself, avoiding you to draw other's attention toward you.

-" I'm sorry" you sighed once he grabbed your hands. " It's just too soon-"

-" I know" he silenced you, a hand around your waist to pull you in a hug whilst his chin rested on your head, his strong arms around you managed to calm your erratic heart beats, making you relax a little more against him.

It was nothing like that moment where your best friend tells you to not look behind you, because a crush or someone else is looking at you. Knowing that Rindou's eyes were on you got you frozen inside, every breath was hard to catch while anxiety ate the best of you, what if ? What if he recognized you ? What if he started suspecting something ? Biting on your lower lip, you separated from Conor and straightened your skirt as a way to cope with your trembling hands.

It was not like you hadn't saw him in years, you did actually kept an eye on him- not out of stalker tendencies- you just wanted to make sure him and Ran were okay. Yet it was different when you knew he could see you too, when you knew a mask wouldn't stop Ran and Rindou Haitani from recognizing you, not you.

Sensing your distress, the blond quickly glanced toward the middle of the room then stretched a hand toward you.

-" shall we dance ?" You peered up at him, confusion clouding your mind. " Will take your mind off it, you needa stay focused tonight, brat ".

You knew he was right, the mission was far too important to be ruined because of your personal feelings and life, you had to get yourself back together even if it was hard, it wasn't like you were not expecting to see them tonight anyway, you just got stressed out when you heard he has been staring at you. Reluctantly, you offered your hand to Conor who took it, leading you toward the middle of the waltzers.

From the balcony, Rindou licked his lips absently watching the various dancers waltzing around. His facial muscles went slack, something was wrong and he just couldn't put a finger on it.

He was doing perfectly fine, staring absently at the crowd while Kokonoi was next to him, chatting with some business man there. Yet everything seemed to stop when his gaze fell on the newcomers, precisely on the woman in a black gown.

She didn't attracted his eyes because of her beauty, well, she actually looked good, like really good , but all of them ladies were looking good that night, he just felt his guts stirring when his eyes stopped on her, for an unknown reason.

There was ... That familiar feeling, like when you have a word on the tip of your tongue still you can't find it, or precisely when a face seems familiar yet you can't put a name on it. And he tried to remember, he watched the woman though more than half of her face was covered, he watched her husband too, and nothing seemed to tell he already met them.

Maybe was it just a déjà-vu ? He stopped himself on his track, déjà vu of what, again ? His amethyst eyes unfocused and drifted toward old pictures, faces, situations, and there was no picture coming to his mind but there was the quick frenetic rhythm his heart just took, how his thoughts seemed to be amplified and the uncomfortable heat choking him suddenly.

He had to calm down, why in hell was he even stressed ? Yes it was stress, anxiety even , maybe. Was that woman a potential enemy? A threat ? Was it the reason why he felt so uncomfortable while watching her ?

His eyes widened slightly, could it be... Could this woman be the vigilante?

It made absolutely no sense, Rindou cursed himself mentally. How in hell would he recognize her when no one knew her face, what she looked like or even her age ? He was delirious, and his fidgety hands weren't helping at all.

He glanced at the couple who were waltzing again, searching for a possible reason that could make him so familiar to that woman. A tattoo? She had none, or seemed at least. Her outfit maybe ? In fact, she was probably the only woman in there wearing a black gown. The man she was dancing with ? He wasn't even a Japanese, he couldn't know him.

Yet, Rindou's hands clenched around the railing when he caught a sight of the blond's arm around her waist, his chest grew tighter and tighter, when was the last time he had felt such a cringe?

The strobe lights were pulsing from inside the room, the music coming from the black speakers was reaching the garden, the young people seemed to really appreciate his mixes, their living room was crowded with heated bodies moving to the rhythm.

That was why he loved being a Dj, he felt like he had power on those people, whatever playlist he would play, their bodies would follow, along with the cheers coming from everywhere in honor of the Dj.

It was more than just catchy music, he was absorbed by it, to the point of completely diving into the atmosphere. Rindou's body stiffened and his heart skipped a beat when a hand brought him out of his euphoric state, he turned wearily to the face daring to disturb him, thinking it was another drunk girl but his gaze fell on that of his brother who got closer to him on the Dj table without being noticed by him.

-" Wassup dude ?" He asked, but when he stared at Ran a little more, he could easily tell that one was mad, for he knew his brother like the back of his hand and nothing was as scary back then as a mad Ran Haitani.

- " You drunk or somethin' ?" He inquired again, Ran didn't answered, he exhaled his frustration out and his tight grip around Rindou's shoulder directed his gaze toward the front door, where a girl and a boy were leaving the party.

So that was it, Rindou frowned. It was the same feeling, the envy, the jealousy squeezing his chest. His grip tightened around the railing, what was it with that girl that reminded him of... you ?

Teenage Rindou put his headphones immediately on the Dj table, adjusting his hair while throwing a conniving glance at his brother.

- " Someone's trying to take her from us " the latter declared, letting go of his brother's shoulder and staring at where your body was standing just before you went outside with that boy.

No more words were needed, Rindou started heading toward the stairs as soon as Ran finished and the elder followed him closely through the crowd, making their way out.

The chill night's wind did nothing for their growing anger, their bulging veins or their ruined up mood. Their eyes analyzed every corner of their garden, of the street even, but there was no one, not even a car that just was started, no matter if they were outside, it was too hot for Rindou, he knew if he didn't found you, he would be suffocating by then.

-" We lost her, hm ?" He started, kicking angrily at one empty bottle of beer left on the grass. " Lost the best fuckin' thing down there f'us ? "

-" They couldn't get really far " Ran didn't gave him a single glance, if Rindou was losing it, someone had to keep calm to spot you before you ever left with that guy.

Shit, Ran cursed mentally. What has gotten into you ? Why were you here when they didn't even invited you because of the dangerous people who would be there that night ? Their world wasn't for you, not anymore, not when the whole Tenjiku and other guys just as insane would be in the same house. And what in hell were you wearing ? His fists clenched so strongly that his nails were scratching his palms, he had to find you, and fuck some sense into you.

-" Let's check the backyard" he offered, or more precisely commanded toward Rindou, that one who started calling your number nodded, and they made their way through the backyard.

Yes, that was the same feeling, he recalled now. When they got to the backyard and saw you with that one guy they knew from juvie, as he was about to handle you his lit up joint, nothing in the world could have made him forgot his anger of that day.

-" Inside. Now. " Rindou's voice commanded, while standing in front of you and your new friend of the night. You two were sitting on the staircase that led to the backyard, you frowned, looking curiously at the brother's stern expressions.

-" Wait, shit " a laughter escaped Chin's mouth, as he took his joint back. " Are these your brothers ?"

Rindou cringed, Ran was seeing red, why weren't you moving ? They were mad, you could tell. Were they like this because you came without an invitation? Or because you were about to try your first drugs ?

No matter what was the reason, they had no right to be, not after they have been ignoring you for weeks now, you crossed your arms.

-" Who you think you are exactly?"

Ran's eye twitched, Rindou let out a frustrated laughter while looking away, and you started getting scared. That was when you should be frightened, when Ran wasn't smiling anymore, and when Rindou did.

Their gaze left yours, they were now fully staring at the guy who put back what was in his hands and made a sorry smile toward them.

-" Look guys, I didn't knew-"

-" I said, my bedroom, now. " Ran was the one to speak this time, and even though he didn't looked at you, you knew it was directed toward you.

You knew damn too well what was about to happen, for you saw them in that state before, that guy wasn't gonna make it intact to his house, for sure. Chills ran down your spine and your throat felt dry, looking at their impassive faces, reluctantly, you got up and started walking back toward the front door, Rindou felt your eyes on them once more before you got inside, but they were too far gone to even notice you at that moment.

After all, you would get some too, later.

His thoughts were racing faster now, he couldn't get his eyes off of that blond's hand around your waist, and he couldn't get those old pictures out of his head either. What was that déjà-vu about ? Why out of all people would that girl remind him of you ?

She had the same hair color, he noticed, and approximately the same height, but half her face was covered, yet he couldn't deny it, with a tight throat , she did looked like you.

Was he hallucinating? Was it one of those tricks where he would see you everywhere? He had one of those hallucinations once when he had been high, he recalled. But it was years ago, just after you died, and he wasn't in his usual state.

He lost his ability to see more than one or more two steps ahead, fearing that he would miss something but didn't even knew what, he acted impulsively and walked quickly past Kokonoi, reached for the stairs and walked them down. Rapidly looking around, he spotted a lady standing on her own there and walked toward her, she turned her head toward him and smiled softly when he came closer.

-" Wanna dance?" He asked, eyes going between her and that woman in the black dress, waltzing with her partner. The lady's eyes widened and stared surprisedly at Rindou's shape, her mouth formed a perfect O before she nodded frenetically.

-" Um, yes. Yes, sure!"

He didn't bother to add anything, just took her hand and guided her to the center of the dance floor, where you and Conor were waltzing along with many other couples.

Conor winced as he spotted the Haitani putting his hands clumsily around the girl's waist and starting to dance, still his eyes drifting toward you every now and then.

-" lover boy number two is coming faster than a truck " he declared, you stiffened. Exhaling loudly, you peered slightly over your shoulder,your heart racing faster when you spotted Rindou waltzing closer and closer toward where you two were, you winced.

-" Does he think he's being discreet ?" Conor laughed.

-" I think he couldn't care the least about being spotted " you agreed with a nod, tightening your grip around Conor's shoulder as you felt your stress increasing. " Do you think he recognized you ? "

You shrugged, thinking about his question.

-" Rindou acts impulsively" you explained while Conor made you twirl. " He might have felt something odd, I guess ".

He nodded, eyeing the orchestra above. While he was proceeding who knows what, your mind raced with various hypothesis. Could he really have recognized you ? It wouldn't be so surprising, no one knew every detail of you as they did, and what was he intending to do exactly? Why was he getting closer to you two ?

You could still feel every move of yours being watched, you knew he had his eyes on your back, maybe was he trying to get a better view of your face ?

Your hands were shaking, stomach squeezing painfully, how were you supposed to hide it ? How would he react if he learned it ? If he saw you ? What would he think ? Of you ? Of Conor ?

The music down there didn't helped to calm your breathing, your hands on your lap were shaking, even the fancy mattress wasn't as comfortable as it always has been. It has been more than ten minutes that they asked- ordered you to go upstairs, in Ran's room, you waited and waited, anxiously trying to see anything through the window but Ran's room didn't give a full view of the backyard.

So you sat there, panicking, thinking about that guy's fate and yours as well. You chewed the inside of your cheeks, stood up, made some steps through the room, sat back, biting your lips and fidgeting on the bed, they were taking way too long.

It was obvious they were doing this in purpose only to exacerbate your stress and apprehension, you knew how much sadistic they could act and that exactly what was scaring you.

You had your eyes on the clock, still biting your lips when the door opened, you lifted your head and put your hands on each side of the mattress quickly when they entered the room, looking at both of them.

Bile rose to your mouth, even in the dark, you spotted the blood on Rindou's knuckles and on Ran's baton, your hands fisted the sheets to hide how they were shaking. Rindou closed the room behind him, Ran stayed up in the middle, facing you who were sitting on the bed anxious eyeing the brothers.

-" Been looking f'ya everywhere".

It was Rindou who started, back still facing you while he had his hand on the doorknob. His tone was cold, you have never heard him addressing you in such an unfriendly way, you gulped down.

-" Got afraid something happened to ya ". It was Ran's turn to speak, that one was twirling his baton around one of his braids, head tilted toward the window where he was staring at the yard.

-" And you " a sarcastic, bloodcurdling laughter escaped the youngest's mouth, you pressed your thighs together. " You, were smoking with some fucker like a whore ?"

Along with the fear, your eyes widened in outrage. They have never insulted you, their vocabulary has always been somehow dirty, yet they never been as far as to offend you. You tightened your grip around the sheets.

-" You do it all the time, should I call you manwhores ? "

Oh you should never have, Ran's lips pressed together, he turned his head toward you and it felt like you just received a cold shower when his gaze fell on you, meanwhile Rindou turned around and started walking toward the bed. You fidgeted when he sat just next to you, but your heart literally stopped beating when his hands wrapped around your waist to pull you in his lap, you struggled, tried to push him away, but he was stronger.

-" Rin, fucking let go. " You ordered, nails digging in his hand's skin.

-" You're testing our limits " he warned, hand gripping your chin to make you look up at him, you gritted your teeth, they always have been the strongest, whenever you fought when you were younger, whenever you bickered, they always ended up winning.

-" you're fucking kidding me ?" .

-" And we don't like acting as the " Roppongi Haitani's " with ya " Ran interrupted you, squatting in front of you and Rindou. " But you give no choice".

You could feel the sweat rolling down your back, you stopped every movement and pressed your back against Rindou's chest, nuzzling unconsciously in his arms to avoid Ran's fierce gaze, his lips curled in a soft- too soft- smile.

-" Aww Rin', think we scared our pretty princess " he mocked you throwing a glance at his brother over your shoulder, that one's lips pressed against your cheek, you could feel the smile on them though and closed your eyes slightly, ignoring the heat that you knew wasn't fear.

-" Shh, love. We'd just kill f'ya " he whispered against your cheek, you opened your eyes again when a cold material touches your chin, Ran has just lifted your head up with his baton, lazy smile directed toward you.

-" I'll do it, angel. If i need to carve our name on your back so you understand you're our's, I'll do it."

What in hell was even happening inside your body ? Why weren't you just afraid of them ? Why did it had to be so complicated? So intoxicating? Suffocating, even. They were unhealthy, you knew they weren't the cleanest guys out there, far from it, they were too twisted for that. Still you were there, you didn't moved an inche, taking their threats because you knew, you knew damn too well they would never actually hurt you. In fact, you knew they were the hurt ones, though they would never admit it.

Ran pressed his baton harder against your cheek now.

-" Now be a good girl f'daddy, smile f'me ".

You didn't behave, just raised an eyebrow at him, he sighed.

-" Never leave our sight again, yeah ?"

- " This just doesn't make sense, you were pushing me aw-"

-" Please. " He begged, however with a stern face now, his words asked, yet his voice ordered, you knew you better not extend the argument. " We'll turn crazy ".

-" You jus' don't understand, you're our fuckin' sanity " Rindou stated, chin resting now on your shoulder, his hands were playing with the straps of your top and you shivered, he smirked discreetly at your body's reactions.

-" we're jealous, so horribly jealous ".

-" and we had you first ".

-" Rin I'm not a toy-"

" It's okay, I know she can be a good girl for us. Yeah ? " Ran lifted your head with his baton again to make you look in his eyes, you rolled yours sarcastically but nodded, against all odds.

-" it was unwise, I admit " you found a way to apologize without uttering a " sorry ", and they seemed to be satisfied with it, judging by Ran's smile and Rindou hands wrapping around your waist.

-" Got ourselves the prettiest babe down there, Ran " he stated toward his brother, his lips brushed against your ear then. " You know we'd never freaking dream of hurtin' ya, yeah ?"

They would not, never. They never did, they just... Had their way of acting, of being, a way that would seem unhealthy, something you would've ran away from if you didn't loved them so much.

-" Hey, I'm talkin' to you " Conor snapped you out of your thoughts, you breathed heavily, as if you were engulfed in the depths of your memories and shifted your gaze from the void to look at him.

-" Sorry, what were you saying ?" You apologized, looking over your shoulder and freezing even more when you saw Rin' and his partner were only inches away from you, discussing who knows what.

-" I said, the symphony's reaching the highest notes " he shot you a heavy glance, you frowned, then rolled your eyes exasperated.

-" What a fucking genius bastard " you exclaimed, as the music was getting higher, your heart raced in apprehension.

-" What Am I supposed to do ?"

You inhaled deeply, then exhaled, the night was just starting and you both had a lot of things to deal with, a suspicious Rindou Haitani was far from being the worst.

-" just let him in " you surrendered. " He's suspicious, if we run away, he'll be convinced".

Conor agreed silently to what you said, though reluctantly, apprehending the moment when the orchestra would play the climax of their symphony.

And they finally did.

Alerted by the music, your partner twirled you, Rindou did the same for the girl he was waltzing with, and gracefully, you exchanged partners, what he has been aiming for since he got closer to you two, he had it.

He thought that sensation would disappear when he'll get closer to the woman, how wrong was he. The minute his eyes met her masked face and his fingers rested on her waist, his body froze.

Unable to blink, he watches as she looked anywhere but in his eyes, her hand rested on his shoulder, while the other squeezed his biceps slightly. She avoided his gaze, the crease between his eyebrows was deep and evident, the same familiar feeling was still there, even though he knew it shouldn't be this strong with an unknown woman, hell, why did she looked like you that much ? Now he knew, she reminded him of you, her gestures, her features or at least what he could see of them, if only she let him meet her eyes, or hear her voice, he couldn't explain why, he simply needed it.

-" Do I... Do I know you ?"

God, his voice changed, but at the same time, it sounded the same. Your chest tightened, you could feel yourself growing emotional and you shouldn't, you shall stay focused for tonight, you were letting them have the best of you while you had to remain professional.

Breathe in, breathe out, you would get to see them later, hopefully.

You didn't lifted your gaze to meet his when you answered by a mere silent no, shaking your head. Rindou hands on your waist stiffened, he twirled you and watched while your hair flew around you ever so gracefully, then asked again, when he held your body back.

- " I feel like, I've already seen you somewhere"

He waited for an answer,only to hear your voice, god he needed it. And you didn't gave it to him, what was a plain intuition turned into a paranoid thought. No, he couldn't be imagining, and he couldn't let himself think about what was playing through his head anymore, it hurt way too much. He denied, you must have a different voice, a different eye color, you had to face him, to talk.

-" Isn't your gown way too dark for the dress code ?" He couldn't in fact care less about the dress code, yet every other woman around was wearing light colors, you were practically the only one there wearing black and he just wanted, needed to hear your voice.

No, that wasn't a dream. No, that wasn't his heart beating so loudly, hands shaking around you. No, this wasn't you.

-" Hey " he snapped back, voice growing stronger, you bit your lip. " Eyes o'mme when I talk to ya ".

He requested, and you eyed the orchestra above once again, mentally calculating the time they would take to come to the end, switching the partners again, then, he just had to wreck you.

-" Shit... Pretty please, lemme see ya "

He had to beg, with his so low voice he knew you would give up, back then. Your throat tightened as if an invisible hand was strangling you, your eyes watered, could he take it ? Could you take it ?

Your hand on his shoulder went up to his neck, fingers slipping between his amethyst hair locks, and finally, Rindou's heart fell to his feet, he stopped breathing, couldn't hear the music anymore.

Your eyes drifted toward him, it was a lose-lose situation, he was already long gone, and your voice was the end of him.

-" I'm dressed to kill."

Shock. Denial. Realization. Numbness.

His brain stumbled on too many thoughts, couldn't tell if he should start by your face, your voice, or your words.

Your eyes, your face, you, and the hunter.

Paralyzed, numb to everything, he didn't react as fastly as he hoped when the men switched their partners again, and his hand closed around nothing, too late to catch you when you twirled back to your partner, you slipped between his fingers.

Once again.

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a-bang-for-your-bucky · 3 years ago

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Kóngurinn Minn

Well! I have ventured away from the OICU for a minute and jumped head first into Vikings territory. I am almost done with the series and with the lovely encouragement of my twisted sister @mylifeisactuallyamess I wrote this one shot to process my emotions. SPOILERS AHEAD Turn back now if you have not seen Season 6 Episode 6, 7, and 8. SPOILERS AHEAD.

Pairing: Björn Ironside x F!reader

Summary: Björn returns home to Kattegat after losing the election for King of all Norway, to find that his mother, Lagertha has been murdered. As Queen and his wife, you do your best to console him through this trying time.

Warnings: SMUT, P in V sex, unprotected sex (its the Viking era), explicit language, murder, major character death, alcohol mention,

Six long months you had been waiting for your husband to return. He was a good man with a kind heart, wanting to do right by his small kingdom of Kattegat. He had set off to help King Harald Finehair regain Vestfold from King Olaf.

You waited day in and day out at the docks of Kattegat, hoping, praying to the gods for his safe return. Unfortunately you weren't able to do that on this day. Today you had the unbearable duty of giving Lagertha, the famous shield-maiden and Björn’s mother, a funeral fit for a goddess. With the help of Torvi and Ubbe, she was ready to enter Valhalla. You each said your goodbyes to a woman that had helped shape you into the queen that you were.

Waiting on the shore of the frozen fjord, you watched as archers set loose flaming arrows to release the burning ship into the icy waters. Murmurs broke through the respectful silence and you turned when you heard someone say “King Björn”.

Rushing to his side, you were met with sad eyes. “I know, ástin mín. I already know.” Björn staggered, exhausted from his battle and long travels, toward his mother’s burning body. You waited, letting him say his final goodbyes to her. When the time felt right, you went to him, kneeling in the snow. “I can avenge her murder. I can punish her murderer. Who was it?” He turned to you, tears and rage masking the blue of his irises.

You felt your own despair fill your chest, making it hard to breathe. “Björn,” You glanced at Ubbe, who nodded for you to continue, like he knew what was asked. You sniffled, a tear streaming down your face. “It was Hvitserk. Björn, It was Hvitserk.”

In all the years you had known Björn, you had never been afraid of him. You have seen him Slaughter countless Christian soldiers without batting an eye. You had assisted him and his brothers getting revenge on King Ælla, watching with love in your eyes as Björn executed a perfect Blood Eagle. No, you have never been scared of him, but the look on his face terrified you.

Björn sat on his throne in the Great Hall. His hands were gripping at the arms as he prepared himself to face his brother for the first time. Townspeople pushed through the small crowd gathered in front of him. The sound of rattling chains made your teeth clench.

Björn straightened up in his seat as Hvitserk was thrown forward to him, stumbling to get his footing. His lip curled as he snarled, "I wonder if you even know brother, why you have been brought here?" The chained man mumbled a response that none could hear. "Louder. I can't hear you."

Hvitserk stood there, not daring to lift his head. “I know why. I killed Lagertha.” He admitted softly. Björn leaned forward, placing his elbow on his knee, cupping his ear with his hand. Hvitserk lifted his head, looking up at his big brother. “I killed your mother, Björn.” The confession made Björn get out of his seat and stalk toward him. Roughly, Björn gripped Hvitserk’s face in his hand.

“Why?” Björn growled in his face. Hvitserk looked at him with blood shot eyes.

“I thought she was Ivar. I thought that she—” Hvitserk faltered before Björn slapped him across the face. “I thought that Ivar was coming to kill me.” Another, harder, slap. You already felt the needy heat blossoming in your stomach, but watching Björn, seeing this new side of him, brought it on tenfold.

The townspeople whispered, as Björn roared, “I don’t care what you thought! Being drunk is no excuse for anything!” His booming voice caused you to flinch. He turned away from his accused brother. “You murdered my mother. You murdered the most famous shield-maiden in the world!” Björn continued to show his rage toward Hvitserk. “You were not fit to kiss her feet.” He stopped to grab his face again, “And you are not fit to be called a son of Ragnar.” Slap. Slap.

Your heart broke; For your husband, for the loss of his mother, and now for the loss of his brother. Björn grabbed Hvitserk by the roots of his hair. “And when you killed my mother,” his voice was low and raspy, “You killed a part of me, too.” They were nose to nose, “And you have to understand, I can never forgive you.” Björn whispered in his ear. Hvitserk didn’t plead for his life. He agreed with everything his brother said. You watched on as your husband condemned his brother.

Björn returned to his seat next to you. You hoped he missed how your thighs squeezed together as he drew closer. It did not go unnoticed. "I will decide his fate tomorrow. Get this murderer out of my sight." He dismissed Hvitserk. The same men who dragged him in, drug him back out. "Be sure to throw cold water on him periodically, so he doesn't have time to sleep."

You let your gaze travel from his tattooed eye, to his heaving chest, all the way down to his cock, which was straining against the fabric of his breeches. Your breath hitched. The sight of it, even in confines, always took your breath away.

For a moment, you wondered if your impure thoughts were inappropriate given the current events. All doubts were wiped from your mind when Björn addressed the folks that were still littering the Great Hall. "I am going to fuck my wife on my throne, so I suggest you all leave. Unless you want to watch, I don't think the queen would mind." Björn cast a look at Ubbe, whose eyes widened before leaving the Hall.

The thought only furthered your arousal. "Come," Björn ordered, patting his lap. You complied, bunching up your skirts to straddle him. Björn looked at you, all signs of anger gone. He had sad eyes again, that pleaded with you. "Help me forget. Just for a little while." Tears were threatening to spill down his face as he begged, "please."

With deft fingers, you untied the strings of his pants as he ripped off his tunic. He lifted his ass, allowing you to wiggle them down enough to free his aching cock. You knew you were ready. You were always ready for him. He ran the head through your soaking folds before lining up with your entrance.

The burn as you sank down on him was pleasurable with just the right amount of pain. Björn groaned, already losing himself in the feeling of your cunt. His large hands gripped your ass, helping you lower you until he was fully seated inside. You hissed at the stretch.

He kept a hold on your hips, leaning forward to lay his forehead on yours. In that moment, the two of you were one. At that moment, Björn felt whole. "Are you ready?" He asked breathlessly. You nodded, lifting your lips to his. You kissed him passionately as you slowly started to roll your hips.

You made love slowly, your hands keeping purchase on his tattooed chest. Björn's eyes were screwed shut, his grip on you never loosening. He whispered in your ear in between guttural moans.

"You feel amazing."

"Please, don't leave me."

"I love you, takre."

He sped up your movements, not giving you a choice. "Björn, please." You mewled, begging for release, begging for his release. "Let go for me, my King."

The noises the two of you made were raw, animalistic as you chased your highs. Björn slammed you down onto him, shattering the wall holding back your orgasms. Groans of your name and I love you poured from his lips.

You moved your right hand down to your belly keeping your left over his heart. "May the gods bless us with our first child." You prayed before connecting your lips with his once more. "I love you, Kóngurinn Minn."

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chevyslate158 · 7 days ago

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Threads Of Freedom 15th Hunger Games AU Archer Brown x Fem!Reader: Chapter 1 - We will be free one day

Warnings: Mentions of hanging, violence, peacekeeper brutality, swearing, oppression, mentions of death, political corruption, abuse of power, and public execution. A/N: I hope you enjoy the first chapter of Threads of Freedom! I’d love to hear your thoughts below, as your feedback will really help me understand what you think of the story so far. Please let me know if you think future chapters should be longer or shorter. I apologise if this isn’t perfect—it’s my first fic—but I’m committed to improving as I go along. Thank you for reading!! The crunch of worn shoes on gravel echoed through my ears as I walked through the centre of District 12, which was reaching its peak hour of activity for the afternoon, considering how the reaping of the 15th Hunger Games would commence in a weeks time. The sun's glare painstakingly reached my eyes as the tall man I was walking closely behind on purpose to shelter away from the heat veered off to the right to continue their way to wherever they may have been heading this afternoon.

I sighed, raising a hand to shield my eyes from the sun's harsh glare again. I continued my trek towards the bakery, welcoming the familiar scent of fresh bread as it wrapped around me. This was a welcome contrast to the metallic tang of the factories unconventionally located near the markets. Still, for once, the typical gloomy aroma of the town felt as though it was lifted as fresh baked goods were being restocked at the small corner shop known as Mellark’s Bakery.

My feet were unintentionally picking up speed as I weaved through and past some of the citizens of District 12 earning a small glare in the process. Still, the promise of fresh food made me dismiss their annoyed glances and continue swiftly up to the bakery a slight skip in my step now present. As I reach the entrance, I spot Annie Mellark the owner's daughter also known as one of my best friends, I hastily enter the shop the small bell above ringing as the door opens past a certain point announcing my presence to Annie.

Her head immediately sprung up from one of the racks where she was lining up some fresh loaves of bread her warm brown eyes crinkling at the sides as she smiled spotting me. Her presence beaming warmth as she let out a squeal of delight startling one of the customers as she rushed past revealing her apron that was decorated in excess flour with a dab of it across her left pail cheek, her straight ginger hair that went just past her shoulders blowing back slightly at the ends which was a stark contrast to the usual Mellark family appearance.

“Y/n!” She shouted with joy as she gave me a tight hug squeezing me closely into her which I reciprocated then pulled away slightly.

“Hey Annie” I couldn’t help but smile, her energy chasing away the day’s fatigue. Annie’s warmth was a rare light in the greyness of District 12.

“Let me guess your order for today?” She says with a grin as if she didn’t already make it hours prior alongside her parents and older brother.

“Go on then,” I grinned, feeding into her playfulness.

“I’m going to guess two loaves of sourdough for you and the other one for the Browns?” She says as she walks off rounding the corner of the small bakery to get the two brown paper bags with the last names Brown on one bag and my last name on the other scribbled down in pen.

I let out a soft gasp, “How did you know?” I tease as I walk up to the small front counter that has a few wood chips scattered along the rim. I glance up at her before I go to pull out some silver coins to pay for the baked goods but am immediately denied as her slender hand gently slaps my hand away.

“Oh don’t be silly Y/n you know you don’t have to pay for that,” Annie whispers gently chiding me with a light whack on the hand for what she deemed silly that was too accompanied by rolling her eyes playfully. Making sure the other customer doesn’t hear while they are browsing through the bakery. “But-” I attempt to sway her but fail as she shoves the two brown paper bags into my hands from over the counter and waves me off with a grin. “I’ll see you tomorrow at the hob!” Her father then rouses her to stay focussed as more customers enter the bakery. “Make sure to say hi to Archer for me.” She adds quickly with a kind smile.

Laughing at her antics I wave both her and her father goodbye while subtly mouthing a ‘Thank you’ to Annie and exiting the bakery the chime of the bell fading into the background as I re-enter the bustling streets of District 12. I glance around the street before I start walking back in the direction I came from and making my trek back to the seams of 12. I take notice that there is an overwhelming tension in the atmosphere mothers holding extra tightly onto their children's hands worried as though their children may be the next in line to be chucked into the new arena two weeks from now to fight for their lives, the usual teen trouble makers of district 12 becoming more pliant and less rowdy with the peacekeepers in hopes to lessen the chance of them also being pulled out of the reaping bowl.

I feel a shiver run down my spine at the thought that I could just as well be selected made my stomach lurch as I strolled down the street but quickly shook my thoughts away. However, the real truth was that no matter how quiet and pliant you were the odds were still there that you could very well be fighting for your life taking the lives of other kids just for the prospect of hopefully making it out alive. Stop it- you’re fine I think to myself as I adjust my hold on the paper bags at the feeling of my hands getting sweaty from both the heat and the reaping that was approaching.

The longer I walked the further out of the central town I got. The already poorly structured buildings and shops progressively worsened as smoke and dust re-entered my lungs but it was nothing new to District 12. This place was never as fully advanced as the others with its materials and almost always smelt of smoke from the factories, coal mines and the train station, it seemed as though it was the first thing you breathed when you entered the world. Adjusting to the changes in the air like a second nature just like how the new President and all of the presidents before himself expected us to adapt to life in these broken districts like birds trapped in a cage and told to soar.

I was snapped out of my raging thoughts as the sound of fractured muffled sobs was heard from presumably a man further up the path, I tensed hesitating to walk further but pushed through not wanting to take the longer way home, I continued walking ahead the sound of broken cries becoming louder and louder than a ‘thwack’ was heard one that could only suit the sound of a baton no doubt being used by a peacekeeper on a poor district citizen.

I wince as it only gets louder knowing that I can’t do anything but continue walking past and continue with my day, but when walking past the alley where the beating was occurring I can’t help but look and glance down the alleyway call it curiosity or plain stupidity. I felt my heart stop for a moment the young man probably no older than 22 left at the mercy of the peacekeeper above him. And he was not holding back his fist pounding down on the young man repeatedly. The peacekeeper snaps “Maybe this will teach you a lesson to stay away from the filthy district scum here. I’m not going to keep protecting you Rowan you’re lucky I'm the one doing this and not the others! You’re training to be a peacekeeper for Christ's sake! There is no time to be fooling around with that girl in town! No girl is worth swinging from a rope for!”

The sickening crunch of bone echoed through the alley, forcing me to look away, but my gaze betrayed me, glancing back as horror and anger simmered beneath my fear. Another punch landed squarely on his nose, making me suck in a sharp breath. The peacekeeper froze, his eyes scanning until they locked onto mine. Shit, I thought, turning and rushing down the path that was quickly giving way to the familiar dirt road leading to the Seam.

After a 15-minute walk, I find myself surrounded by the familiar landscape of the Seam as I head toward the Brown family’s home to deliver their loaf of bread. Archer, his father, and his youngest brother Oliver, who’s only 14 but already following in their footsteps, are busy working in the mines. This leaves just his mother and 12-year-old sister Jane alone in the house. Bringing them a little food is the least I can do for a family this large—and I'd do anything for Archer, knowing he’d do the same for me.

Soon enough their house came into view that was conveniently only a 5-minute walk from mine. I knocked on the door softly to hear the sounds of shuffling feet soon enough the front door swung open revealing Jane looking up at me with a toothy smile her brown locks tied away in a low ponytail and a blue dress custom-made from her mother on her birthday.

“Hey, Jane, mind if I come in?” I ask with a gentle smile, clutching two brown paper bags filled with sourdough.

Without a word, she hastily pulls me inside by the fabric of my dress, causing it to sway slightly where it flares out past my waist.

“You can come in anytime! Don’t even bother knocking,” she beams, her excitement evident as we step into the cozy room. I greet her mother with a warm hug and a kiss on the cheek before handing her one of the bags. Jane and I settle at the rickety wooden dining table, where she eagerly begins chatting about her day.

Just as she’s finishing a story, a soft knock sounds at the door, and Jane’s breath catches. We turn our heads to see the rest of the Browns entering, calling, “We’re home!” Their tired faces tell of a long day in the mines, and my heart aches as I watch them kick off their dusty boots and set their belongings aside.

"Hey, Archer!" I call out with a soft smile. His head snaps up, and he stops untying his shoes. Warmth fills his expression as he rushes over without a second thought, nearly stumbling in his haste. He scoops me up from the wooden chair and pulls me into a big hug, his arms wrapping tightly around me as he gives me a gentle squeeze. “How were the mines today?” I ask looking up at him and noticing the dirt and grime decorating his face and hands as he pulls back from the hug I see that some of that dirt is now scattered across the top of my dress clinging to the fabric. I let out a laugh, catching the look on his face as he started to stammer out a thousand apologies. Quickly, I cut him off.

“How about a walk?” I question him tilting my head faintly to the side as I glance up at him a smile forming on my lips.

I greet his father and brother as we leave his home, my hand comfortably entwined in his as we walk through the nearby fields, discussing our days. As we near our spot, a comfortable silence settles between us, letting us both take in the scenery. His presence beside me eases my worries, stilling my racing thoughts, if only for a moment. I glance up at the sky, watching the mockingjays soar freely, unbound by any fences. If only, I think silently, feeling a pang of longing. I’m pulled from my thoughts as we reach our destination.

Archer leaned against the worn wooden post of the swing, arms crossed as he watched you sway gently back and forth. The soft creak of the ropes filled the quiet evening, and the sky was awash in shades of blue, the sun casting a warm glow over them. My bare feet brushed against the blades of grass with each swing while my shoes were tossed aside on a patch of dirt, my gaze fixed on the open fields stretching beyond District 12.

“I have to get out of here, Archer,” I murmured, my voice low but laced with urgency. “Before the 15th Hunger Games. I can’t stay here any longer. What if our names are next? I want to be free—away from all of this.” The thought weighed heavily on me, a desperate longing for escape that seemed impossible.

As I spoke, a vivid flash of a young man being beaten by peacekeepers crossed my mind, a haunting reminder of the brutality that loomed over us like a dark cloud. The sound of his cries echoed in my ears, a chilling reminder of the power they wielded over our lives, and I shivered at the thought of what awaited us if we stayed. I turned to Archer, searching his eyes for understanding, for the courage I needed to convince him to join me in this dream of freedom. “I can’t just stand by and wait for my name to be drawn. We have to leave before it’s too late.”

A pang of admiration and sadness tightened in Archer’s chest. You had always dreamed beyond the dusty smoke-filled streets and fields, your spirit too restless for the confines of District 12. He pushed off the post, stepping closer to you. Kneeling beside the swing, he rested a hand on the chain, meeting her eyes with a steady resolve yet a softness in his azure blue eyes.

“One day, we’ll be free,” he promised, his voice low, as if speaking it too loudly might shatter the fragile hope between them. “I swear it just… just give it some time.”

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