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[tweedfrog]

I think an interesting point to note regarding Joanna and Tywin's relationship with their childten is their ability to distance themselves from their children's failures and how different it is for Joanna and Tywin because of their genders.

Like if you look at HOTD show canon you see Lyonel Strong blaming sorcery for Larys' club foot and Tywin specifically blames a Tyrion's dwarfism for killing his mother. Tywin never addresses the twincest but it's not outside of the realm of possibility to think he'd blame cersei and shove the entirety of the blame onto her in an attempt to save at least Jaime and have a perfect heir for the Lannisters. Theoretically (altho we know he won't do this because he thinks Lannisters are simply above everyone else) he could marry again and sire an entirely new set of children if his first bunch didn't turn out well enough.

However if Joanna had lived I think its crucial to realize she absolutely wouldn't have been able to do this. As a woman she would have been blamed for any troublesome behaviour in Cersei and Jaime and would DEFINITLEY have been blamed for Tyrion's dwarfism. She cant externalise her childrens failures and just blame witchcraft. Joanna and the children's fates and their status would be much more closely tied together than Tywin's and his children.

So i don't think we'd simply see the same forms of parental abuse Tywin metted out to his children. It would be a whole other kind of thing and I think would really change the dynamics and personalities of Cersei Jaime and Tyrion

[freyaphoria]

you literally make the best yandere fics ever may i request a yandere seongjoong? imagine they gave you a phone for “good behavior” and you use it to contact your close friend so you can runaway and when they find out they go and kill that close friend in front of you as a punishment.

Thank you soooo much!♡ OKAY EVERYBODY SOO you know my this fav fic so this will be like side story for that story aaand I don't think yandere hongjoong would ever give you a phone BUT let's say he did:

Run Away Together | side story

tw: yandere hongjoong!, seonghwa, food!, vomiting, blood, death, woo is here too :,( yandere!seongjoong x reader

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You can read the main fic here

a day with them

"Angel! Dinner is ready!" You stood up from the couch when Seonghwa called you from the kitchen. You didn't really want to eat; Your robot-like behavior in the last few weeks, accepting whatever they said, do whatever they said, be forcebally nice to them to leave you alone and being stuck here with two psychopaths had lost your appetite even more. But so that they wouldn't get angry and take back the freedom they barely gave you, you were currently sitting at the kitchen table, waiting for Seonghwa to put your food on your plate.

"I cooked this meat carefully for you so you have to finish it all." Seonghwa was in a different mood today, you could feel it. His voice was harsher and thicker than usual. Since you were not used to him treating you like this, you slowly raised your head and looked at his face. He looked nervous? or worried? you weren't sure. You didn't really care about Seonghwa's mood right now. You just wanted to finish your meal and get back to your phone.

Oh, the phone. Hongjoong gave you a phone, interestingly. It had been so long since your last failed escape attempt and nearly losing your leg, and since that day you had been too scared to disobey them, you had become the emotionless doll like what Hongjoong wanted, and he had given you a phone to reward you for doing whatever he said.

When you first got your phone, you were afraid to use it. You thought Hongjoong was putting you through a new test. But as time went on and they didn't check your phone, you got braver and tried to contact your best friend. Since you didn't remember his phone number, you contacted him through his social media account. He said that he was looking for you everywhere and thought you were dead. You explained what happened to you and asked for his help. He said he would definitely help you.

"It's raining like crazy outside, I hope the basement doesn't flood again." Hongjoong entered the house soaked all over. After taking off his jacket and hanging it on the hanger, he sat at the dining table, right in front of you. You were now used to his soul-sucking gaze, so you ignored his current piercing gaze and started cutting the meat on your plate.

"Do you want to eat now or should I prepare it later?" Seonghwa asked Hongjoong hesitantly. "I won't eat now." You looked at him in confusion. Normally, you always ate meals together. Why were the two of them not eating and watching you? Seeing that you were confused, Hongjoong started laughing. On the contrary, Seonghwa was more sullen than you've ever seen. "What?" you asked. "Eat." You lost your appetite even more with Hongjoong's smiling command. You ate two more bites and pushed your plate forward. “Thank you Seonghwa, can I leave the table now?” Just as Seonghwa was about to protest, Hongjoong stood up from the table and pulled your chair back. "If you are full, would you like to see our guest?" You frowned. "Guest?" You would never have any guests. Hongjoong would never take anyone home. Who was that guest? Is they one of his friends? If so, he would never introduce you. While thoughts float through your mind, you were starting to get nervous.

"If I tell you now, it'll spoil the surprise. Don't worry, he's someone you love, right Hwa?" Seonghwa nodded. He? What did he mean by someone you love? Who is he? Was someone you loved in this hell? You started to wonder if you ever loved someone.

Suddenly, you were interrupted from your thoughts by Hongjoong, who grabbed you with your arm harshly. You tried to resist as he grabbed you by your shoulders and dragged you towards the basement. "Who's here! What did you do?!" He wouldn't bring someone from your family here, he knew the problems between you, and if he did, he wouldn't call it someone you love. What about one of your frie-

Fuck.

Big fuck.

Like, totally fuck.

He doesn't know, does he? There's no way he knows. You were very careful, deleting messages immediately and always using your phone on 'do not disturb' mode so that the notification would not appear if he texted you. There must be someone else, it can't be him.

The rain was getting heavier and louder, its sound echoing in the house. You couldn't hear anything except your own heartbeat. If you could, you would have heard your friend's groans echoing from the basement beforehand and maybe you would have taken the steak knife from the table and stabbed it into Hongjoong's beautiful scary face.

He dragged you down the stairs to the basement and stood in front of the door. "Give me your phone." That's it, you screwed up. "Hongjoong please..." "Give me your fucking phone." The fact that he was still smiling made you tremble with fear. Seonghwa came behind you and roughly grabbed the phone from your pocket. "Now are you going to tell me yourself what you've been up to, or should our guest tell you?" You shook your head. You still had hope that he wasn't there, but you were only deceiving yourself. "Well, if you won't tell me... Hwa, open the door." Seonghwa walked to the door and unlocked it. You tried to break free from Hongjoong's grip. "No wait-"

There was so much blood that it took you a few seconds to realize who was lying on the ground. The person on the ground began to writhe and whimper. "How rude of you, won't you say hello to your friend?" Hongjoong let go of you and said to the poor body on the ground. Seonghwa grabbed your arms and pushed you towards to the person lying on the ground.

“Wo- Wooyoung!” Wooyoung was startled when he heard your voice and tried to lift his head. When you saw his bloody body, everything around you started to spin. Your ears were ringing and you were starting to feel nauseous because everything was becoming too much. Your best friend was in this situation because of you. "What did they do to you?!" Wooyoung tried to speak, but because his mouth was covered in blood, blood rushed to his throat and he started coughing. You didn't know how to approach him, you didn't know where to stop the blood because he was bleeding everywhere. That's why you put your hands into his hair, which was wet from blood, sweat and probably rain, and started to ask for forgiveness a thousand times while looking into his eyes. "I'm s-so sorry, you're here b-because of me, you should n-never have talked with m-me." Hongjoong coughed. "If you don't take your hands out of that dirty hair of his, you'll never be able to use your hands again." Without removing your hands, you turned your head to him. "You fucking asshole, you crazy psychotic son of a bitch!" He would probably make you regret it, but you couldn't help your emotions. "It was my fault! Why did you hurt him!" Hongjoong was watching you with a smile. He was literally dying to see your breakdowns. "I swear I'll kill you! Help him!"

You turned to Wooyoung and tried to find where he was bleeding the most. He had a big cut on his stomach. You placed your hand on his stomach and looked at Seonghwa. "Seonghwa please help! I swear we won't talk again!" Seonghwa looked away from you and looked at Hongjoong who was approaching you. "Hwa, give me the phone.” Seonghwa immediately handed him your phone. "Are you going to kill me? Princess, that was hilarious." When he crouched down and reached your eye level, you pulled Wooyoung towards you and tried to get away from him. Wooyoung made a sound like a groan of pain. "Why were you talking to him? Aren't we enough for you?" He unlocked your phone and went into your messages with Wooyoung that you forgot to delete. You weren't surprised that he knew your password. "Or should I ask: Why did you ask him for help in escaping from us?" "Why? You ask why!? Because you're both crazy!” Hongjoong read the messages a bit and locked the phone.

You took your eyes off Hongjoong and looked at your friend. Wooyoung's eyes were starting to get heavy and he was mumbling something. "Shh don't talk, I'll help you." You didn't know how to do it, but you wanted to calm him down. "Seonghwa! Do something!" When you turned to Seonghwa, you saw that he was looking at you just as angrily as Hongjoong, except he wasn't smiling like crazy. "Are you asking Seonghwa for help while I'm here? Wait, let me help you." Hongjoong held your hand and handed you your phone, he grabbed your hands with his own hands. Controlling your hand, he raised your hands in the air and started hitting the phone in Wooung's face. He was hitting so fast that blood was splashing on your face. You tried to pull your hands away from him, but his grip was too strong. You couldn't hear yourself scream, but you knew you were screaming from the pain in your throat.

You didn't know how long you spent hitting Wooyoung with the corner of the phone with Hongjoong's help, but when Hongjoong stopped, Wooyoung didn't move. Hongjoong pulled you closer, your hands still together. "You were doing very well. But you ruined everything. This was your punishment, remember, you killed him. You hit him with your own hands and killed him. You're as psychotic as we are, aren't you?" Hongjoong let go of your hand, but the phone was still in your hand, of course the glass was broken and bent. "Hwa, clean up this mess." Seonghwa immediately went to look for cleaning equipment in the corner of the basement. When you looked at the phone in your hand, there were remains of skin, bones and what you were sure were brain parts. You suddenly threw your phone away. You didn't want to look at Wooyoung. If you looked at him, your brain could shut down at any moment. The sight in front of you made you drop your nauseous stomach onto the floor. You had seen so many pieces of meat that you remembered the steak you ate. You made a mental note to never eat meat again.

"Ah Hwa, clean this up too. I can't stand your vomiting. I'm going upstairs!” As Hongjoong walked out of the basement door, he caught sight of raindrops flowing down the left wall. "I told you the basement was going to flood again! Ugh, I can't make it to anything!!"

Seonghwa walked towards you and patted your back. "Shh, it's over. Did you empty it all?" You backed away, startled by him. "Angel, even though I'm very angry at you too, I'm worried about you. After I clean here, I'll talk to Hongjoong not to lock you in the basement." The person who should be angry here is you. But you didn't have the courage or energy to fight back. You crawled to the corner of the basement and watched as Seonghwa put your best friend's body in the bag and cleaned up the blood.

a/n: I would be very happy if you share your opinions. I feel like I can't write these days.

[dreamcatcher92]

Coercion Chapter Three

So this is my second smut story that I have been working on. I am hoping you all enjoy!

It is a bit dark. Yes, Billy Russo is of course our main character aside from a girl named Cassidy. Who is completely made up and meant to be played by the reader. The other characters that are mentioned in this story are made up as well and not based on anyone in particular. I did this one differently than my first story, but I wanted to switch up my writing style a bit. So you may see more differences in other stories to come. Things that are bold and italicized are thoughts.

Now for some warnings for the entire story but necessarily in the current chapter you read: dark Billy for sure, non-con, dub-con, kidnapping, NSFW, 18+, smut, sex, rape, attempted rape, physical violence, abusive behavior, language. I think that covers it, but sorry if I missed something.

Read at your own risk.

The next morning, as Cassidy slowly opens her eyes, she is met with Billy’s piercing black stare. She lets out a small gasp, not expecting to wake up with him directly in her face. She instantly felt a lump form in her throat and nerves began to take over.

“Good morning.” she whispered shakily.

Billy leans up on his elbow and looks down at Cassidy, “Look, as long as you obey me and do exactly what I tell you to do, I have no intentions of hurting you. In fact, if you’re a good girl for me, I’ll treat you to rewards when you deserve them.” 

He was running the back of his hand on Cassidy’s cheek this entire time, feeling almost feather-like with how gently he was touching her. She never broke eye contact and nodded in agreement after he finished speaking. Just as she began to feel the slightest bit of calmness, Billy began to speak once more and took his hand away. Only this time, his tone has become a bit harsh to get his point across to her that he isn’t fucking around here.

“However, if you disobey me in any way, you will be punished. Do you understand me?”

“Y-yes, I understand Billy.”

“Just because I said that I have no intentions of hurting you, does not mean that I won’t if I need to. Got it?”

Cassidy’s heart was pounding, “Got it.”

Billy rolled out of bed and pulled on a pair of gray sweatpants. He turned to face Cassidy and reached out a hand. She grabbed hold of his hand, and he pulled her up out of the bed. She stood still as instructed in one of Billy’s t-shirts while Billy went to get the luggage.

Moments later, he came back through the door with all three suitcases. He sat them down just inside the walk-in closet. 

He stepped into the doorway, “C’mon. I’ll show you where things need to go.” 

They both stood inside the closet and Billy told her where to put everything. At first, it seemed a bit overwhelming because of the huge amount of space and the amount of items in each piece of luggage. However, once Cassidy began folding clothes, putting shirts on hangers, and organizing Billy’s socks and boxers into drawers, things just began to flow easily. 

About forty-five minutes had passed, and Cassidy was almost done with everything. After placing the last hanger with a jet black suit on it onto the bar, she took a step back and marveled in her accomplishment. She decided to do a walk through to make sure everything was perfect and in its place before she would go get Billy from his office to show him the good job that she had done.

Hanging up, Billy’s t-shirts were color coordinated from lights to darks. Next to them came his dress shirts that he would wear under his suit jackets. Then, finally his abundant amount of expensive suits that each had its own clear suit bag to ensure that the suits stay in tip top shape. 

Looking inside the drawers that were built into the walls of the closet, were countless pairs of name brand jeans, sweatpants, and basketball type shorts. On the other side of the room in more drawers were his boxers and socks. Above these drawers was a smaller cubby space for more clothes to be hung. This is where Cassidy’s clothes are. 

She didn’t have much, only a few dresses ranging from lengths and styles. Some were flowy and more of a summer dress, and others were form fitting and looked very sexy and elegant. Just below the dangling dresses was a shelf where three pairs of panties and a silky nighty lay.

Cassidy went to Billy’s office and knocked lightly on the closed door. She was on edge because she hoped that he would be pleased with the job that she had done. She stood anxiously awaiting for the door to open with her eyes focused on the floor. Moments later, the door began to open.

Billy fully opened his office door, and walked to stand in the doorway. He leaned on one shoulder on the wooden frame and crossed his arms. He gave her a very serious stare. She felt as though he was staring straight into her soul. 

Finally the silence broke, “Well? You come to tell me somethin’ or are you just going to stand there?”

She slowly lifted her head and locked eyes with Billy, “I…I just wanted to tell you that I’m finished.”

“Alright, let’s go check out what you’ve done.” Billy said as he stepped out of the doorway and placed his hand on the small of Cassidy’s back.

He guided her down the hallway. She couldn’t help but to be nervous. All she wanted was to please him and not make him angry with her. Billy could feel her body vibrating from nerves, but he said nothing.

Once they reach the closet, they step inside and Billy begins his inspection. He runs his hand along the hanging clothes and opens each drawer to see that every one of them was in pristine shape and to his liking. After several minutes, he turned to look at Cassidy. 

He smiled, “Looks good sweetheart.”

Cassidy’s eyes closed and she let out a long sigh of relief, “Thank you, I’m glad you like it.”

He let out a small laugh, “Did you think I wouldn’t? Did I miss something?”

“No! You didn’t miss anything! I’m just really happy that you like it. I wanted to…” she trailed off as she looked to the ground while fidgeting with her hands and biting her lower lip.

“Wanted to what?” he said as he took a step towards her.

She cleared her throat, but kept her eyes on the ground, “I - I wanted to show you that…I can be a good girl for you.”

This pleased Billy tremendously and brought a big grin to his face. He walked up to her and placed his hands gently on her shoulders. He slowly ran his hands down the length of her arms to her hands. He grabbed her hands with his and pulled them up to his lips. She followed their hands with her eyes watching his every move.

He placed a soft kiss on her hands, “How about a small reward then for my good girl?”

She felt her heart flutter and nodded her head, “Okay.”

He led her back into the bedroom where he sat down on the edge of the bed and patted the spot beside him for her to sit as well. Oh God. Breathe Cass. She sat down, and tried to relax, but her mind was racing.

“What’s your favorite kind of food? Billy asked.

Completely surprised by this question, Cassidy grinned, “Um, I like a lot of things, but I really love pizza.”

Billy couldn’t help but chuckle at the answer she gave, “Pizza?! Out of everything you can think of, pizza is your favorite?”

She giggled, “Yes! I could  never have it growing up. So once I moved to the city, that was the first thing that I wanted to try. I was hooked from there. Thin crust pepperoni and Brooklyn style with extra cheese are the best.”

“Okay, pizza it is then!”

“For what?”

“Dinner silly. What? Pizza and a movie not sound like a good reward to you?”

Her heart skipped. Shit! Don’t piss him off now! 

She grabbed his hands, “No, it’s not that! I - I just wasn’t expecting it. I’m sorry Billy, I didn’t…”

He stopped her and placed a hand on her face cupping her cheek, “Relax sweetheart. I’m messing with you.”

She huffed out a sigh of relief, “Oh!”

“Alright, let’s go order some pizza and find a movie to watch.” he said as he stood and held out a hand to her.

She grabbed his hand and stood up, “Okay Billy.”

Moments later they were in the kitchen. Billy swiftly lifted Cassidy up and onto the island that was in the center of the kitchen. She gasped at the sudden feeling of the cold marble on the back of her thighs. He stood in front of her and pulled his cellphone from his pocket.

Billy called and ordered two large pizzas. One thin crust pepperoni and one Brooklyn style pizza with extra cheese. Cassidy couldn’t help the wide grin on her face as she listened to Billy order the food. 

Once he hung up, he laid the phone facedown on the counter beside her. He parted her legs which made her let out another gasp. After he positioned himself to stand between her thighs, he placed a hand on each of her cheeks and stared into her eyes. He looked a bit more serious right now, and she began to get a bit anxious.

“When the pizza delivery guy comes, you better not try anything.” he said to her in a deep tone.

“I won’t, I promise.” she whimpered.

He took his hands off her cheeks and quickly placed one on her neck, gripping slightly tight, “I’m serious.”

She grabbed his arm as soon as he gripped her neck, “Please Billy, I won’t try anything.”

He loosened his grip on her and took a step back, “Let’s go find a movie to watch.”

He helped her off the kitchen island and they went into the living room. Billy sat at the end of the couch with one arm draped over Cassidy. She sat beside him, and after a few minutes of being tensed up, she finally relaxed against Billy’s side. 

As Billy was scrolling through the movies on Netflix, the keypad by the door began to ring. He got up and before walking over to the door, he gave Cassidy a serious look of warning. She knew that she better behave, because she was terrified of what he might do.

Billy typed the code to the gate in and let the delivery guy drive up to the house. He grabbed some cash from his wallet and met the man just outside the door. She could hear the two have a bit of small talk during the exchange, but she didn’t dare make a sound.

He came back inside, pizzas in hand and looked at Cassidy. She was sitting like a statue in the center of the couch with her hands on her knees waiting. Billy cleared his throat causing her to jump a bit and look at him.

“Come here. Help me get some plates and napkins.” he said, motioning her over with his head.

A couple hours passed, and both Billy and Cassidy were stuffed from the pizza. The credits to the action movie were rolling on the television. Cassidy looked at Billy and gave him a big smile.

“Thank you for tonight.”

He smiled back at her, “You’re welcome sweetheart.”

Billy cupped Cassidy’s chin and leaned into her. He gently pressed his soft lips against Cassidy’s. After only a few seconds, he pulled back and opened his eyes to see a tear fall from her eye. She was petrified and had no idea how to react. She looked at him like a deer in headlights. She didn’t know what to do. She’d never been kissed before. In fact, she’s never done anything before. 

“What’s wrong?” he said as he brushed the tear from her cheek.

“I’m sorry. I…That’s never happened to me before.” she sniffled.

Billy was dumbfounded, “What?”

“I’ve never kissed anyone before.” she looked down and started fidgeting with her hands again.

“Hey, look at me.” he said softly.

She looked back up to meet his dark eyes, “I’m sorry.”

“Shh, there’s nothing to apologize for. It’s okay. It’s just something that we will have to work on, okay?” 

“O - okay.” 

“Come on, let’s go get some sleep huh?” Billy said standing up.

She nodded and stood up from her seat, “That sounds nice.”

They left everything sitting in the living room on the coffee table to be cleaned up tomorrow. Billy turned off the T.V. and held Cassidy’s hand as they walked to the bedroom. After changing into her silk nighty, she came out from the bathroom to see Billy laying in bed waiting for her.

Cassidy climbed into bed beside Billy and snuggled under the covers. Billy rolled onto his side facing her and pulled her close to him. Her back was now pressed firmly against his bare chest.

“Listen, you are going to have to get used to me touching you and kissing you, but we’ll go slow with everything. There’s no need to worry alright? Like I said before Cass, I have no intentions in hurting you, especially that way.” he whispered into her ear.

She felt her body untense at his words, “Okay.”

He kissed her head and whispered into her ear once more, “Get some sleep sweetheart.”

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[foodsies4me]

Max showing up at Magnus' door saying Alec say it's okay but the whole of NY's shadowhunters are scouring the city looking for him

So, this took a turn I didn't expect as usual because I have never written a fic the way I planned to. Also background context, Madzie is out shopping with Izzy, Clara and Steph, which is why Max arrived sans Madzie.

The thing is, Magnus should have known better than to take Max’s word at face value. As much as he adores the child, Magnus isn’t blind to Max’s tendency to get into trouble at the drop of a head because his curiosity gets the better of him. Still, Max has never disobeyed on purpose, especially where Alec is concerned. So, when Max rings his doorbell, hazel eyes barely visible over the camera, and claims Alec told him he could drop by, Magnus doesn’t think twice about letting him in.

He’s quick to put a stasis spell on the three potions he’s making for one of his clients and turn down the fire before Max makes it all the way up. While his favorite baby Lightwood has been helping him from time to time, claiming he needed to be able to understand how potions worked to help Madzie with her lessons, Magnus has only let him touch the harmless potions that don't explode or poison you with a wrong step. Or even the right one. Max enters right as Magnus shuts his apothecary again, his smile bright and easy as he chirps out a joyous, “Hi Mags!” Magnus immediately notices how, despite the easy smile and the relaxed shoulders, something is off about Max’s greeting. He can’t pinpoint what, but something - a key component Magnus never noticed was there - is somehow absent.

“Well if it isn’t my favorite Lightwood trainee,” Magnus greets as he takes Max's jacket and backpack and places them high on the coat hanger. “What brings you here today?” Max laughs, but again the noise sounds off. Wrong. Like a note that has been transposed into a different key. “Alec said I could come,” he says, repeating what he said earlier over the speaker. “So you said,” Magnus agrees. “But that doesn’t answer my question.” Max shrugs - a gesture that is adorably reminiscent of his older brother. Even if Max is clearly using it to avoid answering Magnus’ question. Deciding not to push the issue, not yet, Magnus offers to get them both a drink, playing up his antics slightly more than usual to draw out a smile and even a giggle out of Max before he conjures them both a cup of hot chocolate - one with a small shot of rhum in it for him, and one with an extra swirl of whipped cream for Max.

They talk about general things for a couple of minutes, Max's lessons as well as some of Magnus' more outlandish clients, before Max falls silent with a troubled look on his face. He draws his knees up to his chin, the cup clutched tightly between his fingers, and carefully avoids looking at him when he says, "Mother and Father are at the institute." Magnus makes a humming sound, no longer blinking at the particular way of address that only Max seems to adopt, "And did something happen with your parents?" Max shrugs again, expression growing more somber, "To keep friendly relations, it is customary for younger children to study in a different institute than their parents," he says, reciting the words in the same manner Alexander does when he's repeating something his mother used to say.

Magnus takes a sip of his drink, "And do you want to do that?" He asks carefully, already knowing the answer. Max shakes his head, shoulders slumping as he tries to make himself even smaller. "Then you won't," Magnus says. He abandons his drink to sit down next to Max, bumping their shoulders together before he pulls the young child in for a side hug, "If you don't want to leave then I doubt your brother would let anyone take you away from him." Max mumbles something into the side of his arm. "I'm sorry darling, I didn't catch that." "I don't want to be a burden," Max mumbles slightly louder, his voice wobbling ever so softly, and, not for the first time, Magnus is cursing Maryse and Robert Lightwood in a completely different manner than he's used to.

"Do you really think your brother could ever consider you a burden?" Magnus asks, carding his hands through messy black hair. "Your big brother? Your Alec that wrote you bedtime stories and goes trick-or-treating with you?" A wet giggle. "Now that's more like it," Magnus smiles. Max sniffles, wiping his tears on his sleeve before settling himself more comfortably against Magnus' side. "You really don't think I'll have to leave?" He asks carefully. "Not even if me being here makes Alec fight with mother and father?" "If there's one thing I can promise you then it's that your brother would burn the world down before he let anyone take you away." Max lets out a deep relieved sigh, reaching for his hot chocolate again and Magnus gives him another squeeze. "I don't like it when they're at the institute," he says after a long pause, "They always make Alec sad."

"Then we'll just have to make sure we cheer him up once they're gone," Magnus reassures. "Speaking off, I was planning on eating out with your brother today, but perhaps we could make him something instead?" The suggestion works exactly the way he expected it to. "Can we? Can we?" Max asks, springing up from the couch, eyes shining the way they should as he already starts shooting off the names of the different dishes he wants to make. Magnus expects that to be the last of it. Max and he end up making burgers, a homemade salad, and some potato wedges. Nothing too complicated for Max to make, and yet something all three of them like to eat. They're close to finishing up so Magnus calls Alexander, expecting to surprise his boyfriend with a (hopefully) welcome change in plans, only for things to go slightly different.

Alexander picks up on the first ring, his voice strangled like he's on the verge of a panic attack. "Magnus -I...fuck, I'm sorry I can't make it. Max is missing - I...," his voice grows more distant, likely speaking to someone else before he comes back on the phone, "I have to leave, I'm sorry. I'll let you-" "Max is here," Magnus cuts in before he looks over at Max, who is staring curiously at him. "Which he told me you knew?" "He...what?" "Max is here, he's been in my loft for most of the afternoon," he says, not missing the way Alexander's voice has grown very still. "He told me he told you." "I did," Max says, sounding as confused as Magnus does. "I asked if I could see you." Alexander curses over the other end of the line. "I- I'm going to have to call everyone back," Alec apologizes. "I- Max did ask... I was just, with mom and dad being here, I just. Sorry about this." Magnus can just imagine the expression on his face, a mixture of relief, annoyance, and the leftover stress from having had to endure another meeting with his parents. "There's no need to apologize, darling. That said, is your sister somewhere close?"

"Izzy?" Alexander asks, sounding calmer already, "Yeah she just came back from shopping with Madzie, Clara, and Steph, why?" "Could you put me on the phone with her?" Alexander still sounds confused, but he does as Magnus asks him to and, just a few seconds later, Izzy's voice floats over the phone. Magnus is quick to tell her to take over for Alexander for the night, something she's more than happy to do, before he asks her to give the phone back to Alexander so he can convince his boyfriend to come over. Something that isn't too difficult considering Max is still standing in his loft. After he's hung up, Alexander promising he's on his way, a pair of small arms wrap themselves around Magnus' waist again, a thin voice speaking up again. "Magnus?" "Yes, my little magpie?" "Thank you." Magnus smiles, returning the hug with a soft squeeze to Max's shoulders. "Anytime, little one."

[yandere-fics]

♡ Kassien With Her Scent Obsessed Omega ♡

(Surprise sequel to laundry sniffing omega. Omega gets stuck in the dryer. Warning for Daddy Kassien again. No real smut, sorry for teasing you. Let me know what you think.)

You'd been dating Kassien for a couple of months now and so far it had been great except she worked regularly which lead to you often sitting on the floor of your closet after having removed everything from the hangers and burying yourself in her scent when it felt like your heat was closing in which often lead to most of her clothes being dirtied by your uhm... juices and her needing things quickly rewashed before she had to work which is what you were up to now.

Your alpha had insisted it wasn't that big of a deal but you still felt really guilty about it so most of the time after you used them, you made sure to at least put them in the laundry before Kassien returned home. You loved doing her laundry, you always felt sad washing something because soon herr scent would vanish from the item at least until she could rescent things for you and while you could just keep them, you really didn't want Kassien to know how much you dirtied her laundry so it was just best to say goodbye to the items fro now and have her rescent them later.

"Hmm, almost done, now I just have to fold everything." You pulled everything out of the dryer save for one sock that got stuck in the back. You knew Kassien would scold you for climbing into the dryer in order to get it since you could get hurt, she also told you if you couldn't reach it when your arm then you should use the grabber to get it instead of leaning in but what she didn't know couldn't hurt her. It could hurt you however which is how you wound up stuck with her phone ringing, probably Kassien calling to ask if you wanted her to bring anything home since she was almost done for the night. That was just going to make her extra pissy when she got back cause you'd gotten yourself stuck and were unable to even call her for help, you knew she worried a lot, the laundry room would probably be off limits if she wasn't home from now on.

And thus there was only one thing to do in order to quell her anger, awkwardly shimmy until your pants came off somewhat and play it off as if this was a surprise for her the entire time, still you could only manage to get them somewhat off your butt but it would have to do for now because you heard the front door open with Kassien loudly growling about you not answering daddy when she called. She'd gotten back much quicker today, guess she was really angry you didn't pick up any of her calls.

"Lovely, come here." She gritted her teeth also extremely upset you had the audacity to not greet her with even a hug when she returned, she could smell you were awake, it wasn't like you were napping and just didn't hear the phone ringing, this was you willfully ignoring her in her eyes and so she started to stomp towards the laundry room where she heard you softly whimpering.

"Hi daddy, I'm sorry I couldn't answer your call, I was preparing a surprise for you but then I accidentally really got stuck." You tried to play it off hoping that would calm her a bit but she only hummed sliding your pants further down and staring at your panties that were quickly growing wetter, you squeaked as she hooked a finger through them quickly pulling them up and giving you a small wedgie.

"Is that so lovely, it looks to me," She paused pulling harder on your underwear making you let out a loud whimper before squeezing one of your asscheeks and spanking you hard. Damn it was really going to hurt to sit tomorrow. "Like my lovely mate disobeyed her daddy and it didn't go well did it?"

You shook your head rapidly before remembering she couldn't see you. "Yes daddy, I should have listened to you, I'm sorry daddy." She hummed in thought spanking you again twice before standing up and walking into the kitchen leaving you there to whimper before returning with what sounded like the toolbox.

"It's okay sweetness, now you know why daddy had that rule in place, no more laundry room when I'm not home and you'll get ten spanks for every minute daddy has to spend unscrewing and rescrewing the dryer door to free her baby."

"Yes daddy, I understand." She gave your ass another playful squeeze before reaching for the screwdriver to start trying to release you.

[gorbalsvampire]

𝖃𝕴𝕴𝕴 𝕿𝖆𝖑𝖊𝖘 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝕱𝖊𝖚𝖉𝖆𝖑 𝕭𝖔𝖍𝖊𝖒𝖎𝖆

𝔄𝔠𝔱 ℑℑℑ, 𝔰𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔢 𝔦𝔦

Our story continues with 'alf a coterie, as player availability is becoming a Factor. There are only two or three nights to go until Kupala's Eve (ol' relleytrots is keeping this both loosey and goosey in case we get caught in a "no more time for things to happen but we need a filler session" bind), and the coterie has several Problems ahead of them.

Tonight, Theodericus and Alzbeta deal with one of those problems: or rather, it deals with them. They awake to find the Knights Hospitaller activated - Libussa is under armed guard, and the Cainites are escorted post-haste to meet her. In the cloister garden, they are met by said Libussa, clearly exhausted beyond endurance (she's hanging on to her guards' halberds just to stand up), and Prince Brandl, along with some mortal hangers-on - the constable of the Old Town, and some minor courtiers.

Prince Brandl wished to know why his dictat concerning Vysehrad had been ignored - when he said forbidden to all Cainites he was not speaking in jest. Theodericus tried to claim that a lady - a queen, even! - was in danger, and the rules of chivalry could not be gainsaid, and that Libussa's masters and descendants were trying to take the city from Brandl -

Oh no. He knew. That doesn't wash. Of course the Fiends were trying to take the city; they had been trying to take the city for three hundred years.

Theodericus also committed his first ever act of deceit - although he can't actively lie he can omit elements from his report, and he simply didn't mention that any other Cainites had been there. A heroic effort on the part of this simple soul. Pity Alzbeta blew it out of the water immediately by asking permission to share the details of her visions, as further cause and evidence to disobey the Prince.

The Prince, sighing, explained that not all visions and callings are necessarily divine in origin: that he, in fact, can summon Cainites and mortals alike into his presence, and if he can do it, does it not follow that others can do it also? Alzbeta had not considered this, and neither had Theodericus, and they felt like right twits.

Turning to Libussa, the Prince demanded she explain herself, exerting his Presence to that effect, and -

*record scratch* Let's talk about my storytelling style for a moment here. I've always struggled with SPC Willpower - when they should and shouldn't spend it - as it's easy to fall into an adversarial mindset here. Recently, I've taken to asking questions like "how badly do we want this to go?" or, as I did tonight, "whose side are we on here?" - this establishes what the players want out of a scene and gives me guidance on how hard I need to go to avoid disappointing them. It's not about giving them what they want - if I have ever given a player what they want it has come at a cost - so much as avoiding them feeling like they had no say or agency in what happened, which can happen when their characters confront an SPC who's an order of magnitude more powerful than them.

Anyway, the crew were more pro-Brandl than before! Alzbeta wanted to help Libussa without putting anyone else in danger; Theodericus now understood the Prince was more competent than he'd thought, and that he might have backed the wrong horse, considering how Libussa was still acting like a woman possessed.

The Prince thus pushed on Libussa, getting the truth out of her; that she was indeed the Queen of the Goths, sworn to serve the patron goddess of her people, entombed beneath Vyserhad. Brandl, moved to pity or perhaps sensing an advantage, made her - and the coterie - an offer. He would take Libussa under his protection, free her from her Blood Oath to Shaagra one way or another, and they would owe him a boon for their defiance, but he would keep schtum about their transgression as long as they did.

Libussa accepted this offer.

*record scratch* So this is another thing that occasionally gives me hives: something that I think is cool as shit, but the players have no way of knowing because it's tied to details about the SPCs that they don't even know to look for. I want to communicate those things because they're cool as shit beats on which a story can turn, but short of roleplaying with myself or writing flash fiction very quickly I don't quite know how to manage that.

Anyway, Alzbeta wasn't sure she was doing the right thing, and so she attempted to force a premonition - INSTEAD activating her new Aura Perception. The splashes and blurs of colour around the Hospitallers; the dark bodies and deep ruddy cores of the Cainites with their Beasts; the hollowness of Libussa, eaten inside out, dark and dead as a Cainite but without that inner bloodlust's light; and a spectral presence, white and evanescent. Octavio. Octavio standing before her, awaiting judgment. She wondered if, perhaps, he was a Prophet by choice, or if he had been compelled to this by some outside force as well - and in that moment of compassion, the presence of Octavio walked through her, and she felt her heart beat, just once.

Prince Brandl accepted her subsequent apology, and left Libussa in the care of the Hospitallers; the coterie had to bring him Octavio to earn their forgiveness in his sight.

Alzbeta took the moment to comfort Theodericus, offering to pray for him - he hoped merely that she could forgive herself. Libussa, at this moment, broke down weeping, and Theodericus rushed to her and asked what she wanted. Really. Truthfully. To die? To be free? To be normal, just for a few days, before the end?

Through her tears Libussa answered that it didn't really matter. Having betrayed her goddess, her defilement was complete. It was better that the Cainites watch over Agnes, her descendant in the convent, who they're collectively sure is destined to be a sacrifice to awaken Shaagra. Libussa could live another three hundred years as a traitor, if it meant another could be spared what she has endured.

Here endeth the session - but I wonder what Mariam and Marsillius were up to?

[weixuldo]

The Sith Lord’s Ingeneue// Ch 4

Vader x Reader

A/N: hey guys!! i have not forgotten abt this story haha, i have the final chapter written so now it’s a matter of filling the plot to get it to that point lol, thank you guys for all of the support and staying with me through chaotic times!!

Insecurities and doubt shroud you and the Sith Lord that you are fraternizing with

Warnings: cannon typical violence, death, cursing, abuse

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You woke up disoriented.

You didn’t remember going to bed; wait, this wasn't your bed. Where were you?

You slowly propped yourself up in the circular bed and looked down. A long, thick black cape was laid over your body. You examined the fabric closer, it seemed to be a unique blend, it was thick but not too warm.

You slowly got out of bed and made your way to a vanity on the other side of the room. There was a familiar envelope waiting on the dresser. 

Oh, right.

Your heart began to quicken as you remembered where you were and who brought you there. You remembered the “shrine” and began to panic. 

No. 

F/N, you need to calm down. What if he sensed your discomfort?

You knew you had to play the game until you fully understood your situation. 

You continued to read the letter, inside it gave directions on what to do. You were to get dressed then contact him via intercom when you were ready.

 He provided you with a new outfit, which was hanging off a hook near the bed. As you took it off the hanger you noticed it was far more elegant than anything the empire ever provided. 

The style reminded you of the beautiful fashion of the upper class on Coruscant when you were younger. The color of the garment was a mixture of soft blues, silvers, creams, and whites. It was honestly gorgeous, a part of you was quite excited to wear it. 

Once you had the outfit on, you looked at yourself in the mirror.

You barely even recognized yourself, The beautiful fabric cascaded off of your body and yet, still clung to all the right places, you looked desirable, but still elegant. Never in your life had you had an opportunity to wear such fashion. 

Your curiosity got the better of you and you wanted to get a better look at where you were, so you gathered your confidence as you gripped the door knob to the other room.

Slowly you turned the shimmering knob and silently passed through the doorway. There was a short narrow hall connecting the two rooms, you tip-toed down the hall until you reached an archway into the new room.

You peered inside and saw him.

He stood by what looked like a mechanic’s bench. His back was turned to you, and for the first time you saw him without his cape. You never noticed how broad his back was, he was so large, even without the cape.

You silently watched him tinker with some tools at his table. He pressed some buttons on a panel in the wall and then began to remove his helmet.

Your eyes widened. Under the mask he was pale and scarred. He wasn’t as imposing without his signature covering.

You crept closer to him to try and get a better look at his face, but you bumped into an end table causing him to whip his head towards you. 

He made a face and stood. He held out a gloved hand any soon as you were being lifted in place. He stomped towards you after he put his helmet back on.

“What do you think you're doing?!!?” he demanded. Your eyes were wide and you were shaking.

“I-I’m sorry I was just coming out here to-”

“Did I not tell you to alert me once you were dressed ?”

“Yes-”

“You deliberately disobeyed me!” his voice boomed through the room.

He had you cornered against the wall and you cowered under him, the intense weight of the force still pressing upon your chest. 

“I’m sorry my Lord!” you exclaimed, fear in your eyes as the pressure continued to press on you.

His gloved hand shook, before he quickly released his hold and you fell against the wall, panting. You flinched as the dark figure advanced towards you; he bent down and you shut your eyes.

Instead of a crushing feeling, he gently collected you into his stiff arms and held you tight. His mechanic breathing, rhythmically whirred in your ear. He was so close.

What was his angle?

“I… I apologize”

You pulled back to look into the dark tinted lenses of his helmet, “what?”

“I do not mean to harm you…in any way.” 

He…apologized?

Before you could collect your thoughts to speak, he stood. 

“Come, we should return”

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Weeks went by and the routine of him taking you into the room and working together proceeded. After the incident with his mask, it took him more coaxing to get personal with you, of course he still held you in a higher regard than anyone else, but there was definitely an unspoken barrier.

You know that you were scared and shocked initially, but since you began working under him, he had been understanding and in his own way, sweet. 

You started becoming relatively comfortable with him; sharing your feelings with him and even finding yourself not minding his stoic personality. So, why was he not opening up?

If only you knew it was simply the sith lord’s own insecurities keeping himself from you. As much as he wanted-

No.

Needed you, he couldn't bear the thought of you leaving if you saw his face. 

It was a miracle that you stuck it out through his stunted emotions and brooding personality, so what if his face was the last straw? He couldn't bear if you hated him, he couldn't lose you and he didn’t know if he had it in him to kill you if things went south.

So he kept a decent distance, he still interacted and doted on you (in his own cold way) of course, but he was reluctant to take his helmet off again. As much as you reassured him you wouldn’t run. He wanted to believe your pretty words, but he was so afraid…

You, on the other hand, feared something else; since he became colder after the mask incident and didn’t seem to reciprocate your attempts of opening up you became more concerned for your safety.

What if he was getting over you? What if he was getting tired of you? What if he planned to kill you?

So, when he was on a mission in another system you confided in one of your acquaintances in a higher sector and told them of the odd room Vader and you would retire to. 

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Today he accompanied you to the secluded room and relaxed (as well as a Sith lord could) as you tinkered with some new materials he got for you.

Suddenly a knock was heard on the hidden door on the opposite side of the room and both you and Vader snapped your heads towards the door.

No one knew this place existed, but maybe some people saw Vader coming here to drop off his gifts for you. 

You met the dark lenses of Vader’s helmet and gave him a confused look before he nodded to you and motioned the door open. In came a small squad of troopers who looked very confused.

“is this the door the commander told us to go through?” one said, quite puzzled. 

“What is this place?”

“Maker! Its Lord Vader” another exclaimed

They all spun around to face him as he rose from the chair he had recently occupied. 

Your heart began to palpate as he approached the bunch, you knew of his temper but you could also tell these troopers were genuinely confused and made an honest mistake. 

You prayed that he wouldn’t hurt them, you really hoped he was becoming more reasonable after spending so much time with you. Maybe you were rubbing off on hi-

Crack

The first trooper in the squad dropped to the floor, his neck bent in an unnatural way. The other three tried to leave, but Vader slid the large steel door crushing the trooper closest to leaving. 

“Vader!” you pleaded.

He snapped his head to you and spoke very matter-of-factly, “These insubordinates should not be in an unauthorized area”.

You shook your head and stood from the bench, “please”.

The two troopers who were left, anxiously looked between you and the Sith parallel to you.

Vader shot you a look that meant for you to shut up, but you continued despite his warning.

“They clearly didn’t mean to come in here.. They didn’t know”

“Y/N do not tell me how to deal with these defectors. I would rather not argue with you, we both know who would win” his deep voice rang.

He was right, he would absolutely destroy you. A part of you broke inside, no matter how much you thought you knew him or how close you thought you were getting, he was still just a violent man and you were stuck in a toxic.. Whatever this weird thing between the two of you was…

Suddenly you felt so small, so helpless… these troopers were being killed because they accidentally entered during Vader and your time… their blood was on your hands just as much as they were on his. The warm feeling of tears ran down your face. 

On the other side of the room, Vader's crimson saber ignited as he neared the two armored men. He glanced your way for a moment and you weakly pleaded one last time before he turned back to the men under him. 

With one strike both troopers were split in half and their lifeless bodies clamored to the floor beneath you.

Vader turned and approached you, his saber still lit. You sobbed and turned your face away as he held the saber uncomfortably close to your neck. 

“Do you not see what I do for you? And yet you are still not contempt.”

What was he talking about? you didn’t ask these troopers to find you and him, you didn’t want him to hate you…

“Your acquaintance in sector 250” he spoke

No.

“It seem that you conspired with her against me”

Maker, No.

“What?” It sounded more like a plea than a question.

‘Don’t lie to me y/n” his voice boomed.

“My Lord, I don’t understand- I-I Never asked her to send anyone, I never said I wasn’t contempt!”

“Well you must have told her some incriminating information to garner her sending a unit here. No one knows about this place but you. And me.” 

You felt a shiver go down your spine.

“And since you enlightened her as to our space, she had to be dealt with accordingly”

No.

“You cannot fathom how extremely fortunate you are that I hold you in such high regards” he spat.

"Now I expect this room to be clean by our next session tomorrow.”

You brushed away your tears and tried to grasp everything that just occurred.

“If you had stayed loyal to me, their lives would have never been in jeopardy,” he spoke and you turned your attention to his helmet

“Their blood is on your hands,” is all he said before retracting his saber and swiftly storming out of the room. 

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a/n: ty for reading and for the future new enigma and allow me are on the way :)

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[winniethewife]

Jewels made of stardust  

(Poe Dameron x OC! Rhoswen Jewelace.)

Chapter 1: I miss you when we're mad

Words:1041

A/n: I really hope you all love it! I've been writing it for about 2 months so I'm really excited to start sharing it.

“Hey, Jewelace! What the hell was that? You can’t just disobey my orders like that.”  Poe called out after her as the red haired woman struts away from the hanger, and him. Rhoswen stops and turns to him a look of exasperation on her face.

“Oh, I’m Sorry, I Just saved your ass out there! If we had followed your orders we would be dead and you know it. That was too close. I think a little thanks might be in order.” She puts her hand on her hip as she glares at him, her Emerald eyes blazing with fire.

“Thanks? You want me to thank you for that stunt you just pulled?” He’s yelling at her now

“Yeah! I didn’t realize you were stupid and blind. I may not have your title 'commander', but you're standing here because I made the right choice. That TIE fighter was going to kamikaze right into you and if I didn't shoot it down then we would all be star dust.” She stands her ground. Angrier than she's been at him before, and they’ve gone toe to toe on more than one occasion. They’re starting to draw attention. Poe knows he can’t get chewed out by the General for fighting with his captain…again.

“What do I have to do to get you to respect me out there?” he asks, his voice hushed, his tone soft, almost a whisper, but filled with menace.

“I don’t know, try earning it.” She growls at him with venom in her voice, before turning on her heel and storming off, heading for the refreshers as quickly as she can. Leaving a slightly stunned commander in her wake. As she slides past some other resistance fighters on her way in she doesn’t even bother to try to bring a smile to her face. Rhoswen pulls off her jumpsuit as quickly as she could, just wanting to get into the showers and on her way as quickly as possible, wanting to leave as little chance as possible for Poe to catch up to her. She took a quick peak in the mirror before turning on the shower, her emerald eyes meeting her own gaze, it was hard to tell what was dirt or freckles scattered across her porcelain skin. Her chin length red hair clung to her head with sweat and grime. She sighs and turns to finish getting undressed before hopping in the hot shower, hoping the hot water will help distract her from her fight with Poe Dameron.

Poe however stood stunned in the harder thinking over every that just Happened. He and Rhoswen had a very similar background. She was also the child of two Rebel heroes, she had lost her parents at a very young age and had been raised and adopted by the Organa-Solo family. She was about the same age as their Son Ben at the time and apparently Han had a soft spot for her. He had heard all the stories from General Leia Organa. Some stories He was sure Captain Jewelace probably prefer he didn't know.

As Poe finally came to his senses he looked around then decided to wander off to his quarters to get showered and changed before reporting to the General. He couldn't help but think, about her as he walks. They had almost been friends at one point, when he had joined the resistance she was only slightly younger than him, a skilled piolet herself. They had talked for a long time at the beginning, his life on Yavin 4, hers on Chandrila. Her red hair was long then and she always kept it back in a ponytail. She had a sassiness to her that he quite enjoyed.  It seemed like they almost could have been close. But when he was appointed the leader of black squadron they went separate ways for a while, and by the time he saw her again with the determination to lead and fight against the First order, not to mention win the heart of the Red haired girl he was thinking about the whole time they’d been apart. But she had lost her Father. When Han Solo died Rhoswen was never the same, she kept everyone at a distance. No one got close. But that didn’t stop him from trying. That was until she was placed onto black squadron as his captain, his second in command. After that they fought all the time and were never friendly. As Poe sat on his bed he thought about the first time he saw her after he got back from destroying Starkiller Base.

~ Several months prior~

There was a lot of celebrating that night. Starkiller base was destroyed against all the odds. Poe was looking for her, Rhoswen. His red haired conquest. When he found her she was almost unrecognizable. Her signature pony tail cut off, her hair now just cut at the chin she, was at least a couple drinks in and she had been crying. Poe Sat next to her and put a hand on her shoulder.

“Hey…I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone sad about a victory against the first order… you doing okay Red?” He called her by the nickname he had always called her back when they first met. She just looks at him with an empty glare. She shakes her head and gets up, grabbing a jacket off the back of her chair. He recognized it, Han Solo’s Jacket….

“Oh maker… Red! Wait!” He gets up and follows her out of the party.

“Leave me alone Dameron.” She says as tears start to return to her eyes.

“Rhoswen wait…I’m..I’m so sorry about your Dad….” He says as her grabs her hand. She lets him hold it, stopping in her tracks. She couldn’t look at him. All she wanted to do was curl up in a ball and die. Poe knew exactly what she was going though. His other hand going to the ring hanging around his neck. Losing your parent, without knowing that was going to be the last time you see them.

“Just…I just want to be alone Poe.” She says as she pulls her hand away.

“I….Alright.” Poe would live to regret letting her go that night.

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[moodymisty]

Five Times You Flirted With Wrecker, and The Time He Flirted Back - Ch1

< Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 >

Author's Note: Totally not inspired by the Wrecker simps that came out of the woodwork I had the pleasure of chatting with. Hope you guys enjoy it <3 Five chapters of fluff, and the sixth being a steamy pile of sauce to top it off. All the chapters are pretty much done, so it'll be an easy ride to the end. This chapter is the shortest one, with scenebuilding and some fluff of course. Enjoy! <3

This has been a really fun formatting experiment, if you want more, feel free to say.

Summary: Of course out of all the clones in the galaxy to fall head over heels in love with, you pick the one that just thinks you're doing a flip.

Relationships: Wrecker/Fem!Reader

Story-wide Warnings: Eventual NSFW, Fluff, Shy!Reader, Friends to lovers, Awkward flirting, Pining, one instance of a drunk clone being a little pushy but nothing extreme, Reader is too shy and Wrecker is too oblivious, Reader is vaguely one or twice described as being ‘nerdy’ but no details, Size difference, Vaginal sex, Unprotected sex,

Word count: 1791

Ao3 Link

The food the base gives you isn’t good, per say; But it’s good enough. Far better than whatever the clones are regulated to eat per their training and tight dietary restrictions, as you watch Hunter sat across from you finish the last of his designated portions. He’s the final person to finish eating, having managed to sneak their meals out to the Marauder and eat, instead of having to deal with the cluttered chaos of the cantina.

You were also allowed out here in the hanger, versus the cantina that they should be eating in being an area of the base secluded only to the clones.

You know it’s a thing that could technically get them in trouble, disobeying the rules like this; Then again they don’t seem all that apposed to doing so quite often. They also don’t seem apposed to you joining them either, even though you’re technically someone who could write them up for this behavior. In fact, they’ve not been very quiet at all about telling you many different things that could get them in their fair share of trouble from multiple branches of command; From sneaking in contraband to disobeying direct orders from a superior officer.

Or regs, as they like to call them.

Over time they've also given you that same nasty habit of calling them regs as well, which you now constantly have to stifle whenever you speak to anyone that wasn’t one of the Batch.

You don’t mind all that much; It’s a side effect of spending time with them that you consider well worth it. The other GAR civilian workers, medics and the like, are usually too busy or find you a bit too odd to spend time around, so their company is more than appreciated. Now whenever you're on base, it's not long before you're flanked by at least one set of black and red plastoid armor.

Hunter had once joked that it was an apology for making you guilty by association, after experiencing multiple instances of regs giving you the stink eye; Prompted by being around with them in any positive way.

But it's usually Wrecker who tags along with you everywhere however, as much as you might not want him to.

Not at all because you don’t like him. It’s actually the exact opposite, as he tends to make your heart race in your chest so much it feels like it’s trying to break out of your ribcage as if it's a prison.

You don’t exactly know when these feelings started, but you don’t quite remember a time where you didn’t feel this way whenever Wrecker was close. Every time your eyes lock with his you can feel the way your chest gets tight, and there's absolutely no cure for it.

Maybe it's his bright personality; Maybe it's his own brand of gogetitness or his 'on the fly' thinking and endless explosive knowhow, but Wrecker has a remarkable ability to turn you into a mess of fumbled words and nonsensical motions of your hands, attempting to scurry away from the situation and whoever else is involved before you say something stupid.

You have a crush, and it is bad.

It's hair twirling, giggling, kicking your heels in the air while you daydream of him bad, and you have absolutely zero way to tell if Wrecker feels even marginally the same.

It didn't help that there was a little voice in the back of your head that keeps telling you he doesn't, and that you're looking so desperately for hints that are just Wrecker’s overflowing amount of friendliness. It's not too out of the realm of reality, at least in the fighting ground of your own mind.

You're a GAR volunteer with a penchant for oddballs and a nerdy disposition, while Wrecker is a dynamo who’s physical strength is only toppled by the sound of his voice. He can craft something that could take an arm off out of only random materials around the scrap heap, meanwhile you're trying to find a partner for holochess. Sure he may have his head in the clouds sometimes, but it's part of what you find so endlessly endearing about him.

Your personalities couldn't be more opposite, would he even fall in love with someone like you?

It doesn’t help your situation that the idea of confessing that you like him only to get turned down would turn you into a puddle of mush right on the floor in front of his boots, so you've currently been settling for a safer but all the more agonizing silence.

It's not been working; As the more time you spend with him the harder and harder it is to not fall more for him, and keep biting your tongue.

You remember going through the effort of smuggling him some sweets once, and even though you knew he wanted to snarf them all down he still shared them with you, despite you having brought them all just for him. You could more than easily get your stomach’s fill when not on the base. But the memory of him holding out a little piece, dwarfed by the size of his hand while you're distracted by the small smudge of sweet staining his bottom li-

"Hey, you good?"

Wrecker's voice suddenly pulls you from your thoughts, looking over to see him leaning over the armrest of his seat, pressing a hand against the side against of the seat you're in. If he leaned anymore forward you'd probably be in his shadow, watching as his eyes glance up and down your form.

You must’ve zoned out staring down at your empty plate, your eyes traveling up his arm before finally meeting his face, giving him a nod and a nervous grimace.

"Oh! Yeah I'm good; Sorry, I was just thinking about something." He's smiling at you, leaning back and taking his hand away from your seat so he isn't so much in your personal space. Not that you minded at all.

Hunter’s sitting across from you in the seat behind the pilot’s seat, where Tech is, while Wrecker sits in the co-pilot’s seat. Crosshair has decided to stand, leaning against the wall just outside of the main group, but close enough that he’s still technically a part of it all.

"Hopefully our last mission didn't leave you with too much to clean up," Hunter gives you a tiny smile, clearly referencing the deployment they’d only just recently returned from. It had been about three standard weeks; No longer than usual, but enough that it had been beginning to get boring around here without them.

"No more than usual; Mandatory write-ups for disobeying superior officers and negligent use of explosives, as well as damaging GAR property without proper authorization and using illegally modified blasters. All multiple counts, of course."

It’s not even the worst list of offenses you’ve gotten with ‘Clone Force 99’ on it, in hindsight. Maybe you’d invest in a high score counter for the troopers, one day. Surely the 501st troopers stationed here would get a kick out of it.

"Granted, you guys get a decent bit of leeway since you get things done and don't ask any questions, so most of it is just going to be ignored anyways." Wrecker leans back in his seat hard enough that it creaks, crossing his left leg over his right thigh.

"You'd think they would stop writing us up if they were gonna keep forgiving all of it," Wrecker has a confident smirk on his face, even more so when you smile back at him and respond. "Everyone has to follow the rules. At least somewhat." 

If someone looked closer on the matter they might consider you somewhat biased, however.

Just as you both finish speaking, Tech all the sudden pulls his nose from his datapad and looks across to Wrecker; Making him turn his gaze from you. Good, because you always quickly run out of words to say while his full attention was on you.

“Wrecker,” Most the Batch looks over at Tech, who’s extended out an index finger in the direction of nothing in particular but towards the back of the ship. “We need some more crates of ammunition from the armory loaded onto the Marauder before we deploy next, if you will.” Wrecker nods, leaning forward enough that his elbows press into his thighs.

“No problem! I'll go get 'em in a bit.”

Those crates are huge, you think; Looking over at him just as Tech is telling him not to forget again.

You don't usually go into the storage areas; Though you have seen those ammunition crates a few times, and know that on you, they reach high enough that you’d have pretty big trouble moving one. Let alone multiple.

“Can you really lift all that? Those crates are massive...” Turning to look down at you beside him, Wrecker’s smile is wide as can be while he tenses his own forearm, making a fist.

“Yeah! That stuff’s easy. Just gotta know how to lift it, that’s the key.” You knew that he was inhumanly strong, however it seems every day you become a little bit more impressed at just how strong he really is.

You remember once he'd given you a giant hug and lifted you off the ground, trapping your arms against your side. It was impossible to remember what he'd even been hugging you for- probably just a hello, he was always overly friendly with you- but you remember Hunter yelling at him to not manhandle you while your legs dangled useless.

Needless to say, that display of such casual strength had left you, impressed.

However when it comes to Wrecker, you being impressed quickly changes into daydreaming about things far too inappropriate to be in your head during the daytime. You manage to avoid going down that path this time, though largely because you blurt out the first words that come into your head; Which also serves to be your undoing.

“Wow, when the Kaminoans wanted you to be strong they really meant it, heh...” Just as the words slip out of your mouth you wish more than anything you could just eat them up again; Hating how they sound so wispy and in awe of him.

Ok, that was way too obvious… I need to dial it down.

Wrecker thankfully however seems completely oblivious to how infatuated your flirty little sentence had sounded, which fills you with endless relief. He keeps talking, leaning closer to you over the armrest of his seat and ignoring all of his brothers.

To the side however almost out of view, you catch Crosshair rolling his eyes at you out of the corner of your own.

[thatonekotlcgirlie]

love your broken foster

Shit.

I did it agin Keefe,

Fell for a guy who betrayed me.

Of course, the fall wasn’t accidental, Cornelio pushed me off a cliff and you weren’t there to catch me. I hung off the cliff as I waited in suspense of his home coming, predictably, he never came back to me. Sound familiar? 

Should’ve learnt from you not to do it but I was trying to losen up a bit, that’s what Biana tells me to do. She says, “ losen up a little Sophie, you only live once!” Bullshit. Then again I could die any day knowing me so maybe she’s right, that’s why I asked him out. I didn’t really care when he left me, his hair wasn’t blonde, his eyes weren’t ice blue, his parents weren’t bustards, he hadn’t got a good sense of humour. His name wasn’t Keefe. He left me the old fashioned way, he ran away with a note signed “love, whatever that fuckers name was“ a bit out dated if you ask me, but I’ve never had good taste in things. No matter what I do my life always ends up in a shit storm.

Did y’all get the cliff hanger joke🙉🙈🙊🐵🤠🤠

Oh, and before I forget, it’s the 451st day since you packed your bags and left me with a note wich overflows with lies coated in denial.

Love your overly descriptive Foster

Day 452,

“Hate is a very strong word”

In case you couldn’t tell I’m quoting Edaline Rewen there, yet here I am disobeying my mother as I tell you this. 

I hate you.

I hate you so much that I love you.

Ok maybe I don’t hate you I just hate myself for letting you leave. Every time you leave my heart feels more heavy, heavy with the need of you skin against mine. Please come back.

Love your pessimistic foster.

Day 453,

Keefe,

All I ask is one more second with you just a quick hug. I want to see our future written in the stars agin. I want to kiss in the rain and spend hours laughing our heads off. I want you to paint pictures of us and capture very second together while it lasts. But it’s too late for it, All of it. Even if you come back (god I hope you do) things will never be the same. We’ll both be broken shells of the lively kids we used to be. You didn’t deserve that Keefe, you were just a kid. You didn’t do anything wrong, you had good morals and a great personality but they destroyed it. Your parents I hate their guts and I hate everything they did to you. I would trade my whole life plus my soul just to feel that gentle breeze go through me again whilst your fingers intertwined with mine.

Love your sympathetic Foster.

Day 454,

Keefe, Are you there?

those are the four words I have been repeating for what seems like an eternity, wishing with every fibre of my body that you’re okay and that you’ll come home to me. But you won’t . I’ll have to find you, I know it. That is if you’re even alive, i’m beginning to think you’re dead. Please don’t be dead. I’ll kill you if you’re dead keefe, what if you’re just a bed of atoms in the shape of the boy I once loved ? What the hell am I supposed to do? I didn’t even say goodbye.

Love your grieving Foster.

Day 455

Dear Keefe,

Tired. Tired. Tired. 

Remember telling me that? Remember me screaming your name at the top of my lungs trying to wake you up trying to bring you back, the real you, not the mind numbingly eccedentesiast guy you turned into, not the Keefe who lost himself after years of being lead into the dark , my keefe the keefe who understands all the misleading shit I say, the keefe who heals invisible wounds and saves live with a few meaningless words wich you say so perfectly that they begin to actually make sense. Please give him back, please return him. Broken or not I want him back. I need him back I will sit there with a needle and thread and sew all the broken seems back together agin if I could just have you back.

Love your impatient foster

456

Yesterday I invited Biana over to hang out for a couple of hours. I went to use the bathroom and when I came back she was clutching my letter Journal, she was on page 2 I ran to her and snatched it off her I  don’t know why, I guess it’s because a part of me is still hoping you’ll come back and I won’t ever have to show anyone any of them because I won’t have any reasons to be sad. Or maybe it’s because if you ever did come back and I wanted to show you these it could be just between us, either way she read at least two of them and I totally freaked out. The only thing she said was, “ the cover is ice blue”. It was a statement that I didn’t know how to react to so I told her to leave and I still haven’t tried to reach out of her.

Love your unforgetting foster (yes I know that’s not a word)

Day 457

Dear Keefe,

Hey, I miss you. Respond if you’re alive.o

Love, foster.

Day 458

Dear Keefe,

oh my gosh. 

Teirgan, Fitz and I have been working together trying to find you telepathically. Whilst Dex and mr. 🍽️ are trying to do all the techy information stuff to find out where you actually are but I don’t know much about it. Anyways, I was looking for a signal by repeating your name over and over agin and somehow I found one, it was faint and subtle, but I heard it deep in the back of my mind, the voice was strained, desperate almost I focused all my attention on it. It was saying one word and one word only, “ foster?”. 

Love, your hopeful foster.

Guys, that was the last one for now but thank you all so much, I hope you liked them!!🫶🏻I might do more letters set before day 451 but y’all can tell me if you want that or not. There is a continuing fan fiction I wrote which is about Sophie finding Keefe and it’s Basically what I wanted to happen in stellarlune so sorry if it’s a little cringey but when I was waiting for book 9 I decided to write it because I was bored. Also I’m still yet to add it to Ao3 but I will soon. I’ll go into more detail about my head canons in the actual fic but thank y’all so much for reading all of this💗💗💗

[heyyallitssatan]

And what if this is how we introduce Eve

She’s not a perfect subservient wife or a man made angel

But a person in all of her imperfect human glory

And she’s not some damsel in this story

She may have been made for Adam but that’s not all she is, it’s not all she will be

So she takes that proffered apple, she could have refused, said no absolutely not

But she didn’t, because she was curious, curious about what lie beyond their little garden, curious about everything she could be

So she took the apple they promised would answer her questions

That’s all they promised, they didn’t tell her it would fix anything or that she would get power, only that taking it would answer all of her questions

So really, eating the apple wasn’t the first sin, the first sin was Eve’s curiosity, it was her daring to be anything but what Adam and the Almighty made her to be

And it damned them all

And then I want to see Eve now, so long later, still in Heaven, but not of her own will

She disobeyed, and Adam made sure she would never be able to again

(Side note, I don’t want Adam to eat the apple, I want him to refuse and that’s why he’s in heaven now doing whatever he wants, Eve ate it and was punished but Adam didn’t so he wasn’t, at least not directly)

So she’s trapped in Heaven, free but caged, restrained within the confines of the very thing she dared to question

So when Charlie visits heaven again (maybe with her dad in tow) and Eve sees them she loses her shit, causes a scene and has to be carted off and every angel around apologises for her behavior

I imagine that’s the cliff hanger end of the episode and then the next one is spent figuring out what happened to her and rescuing her from Heaven and taking her to Hell, giving her the true freedom she always craved

And then a little extra drama the next few episodes is her trying to adjust to Hell but not really being able to because everyone is trying to protect her from everything (including Heaven) and so they have to have a big song blow up moment about how them treating like she’s fragile is just as caging as Heaven

Wouldn’t it be neat if the reason the exorcists exist is because Adam kept trying to make a new Eve (after she ditched him in heaven for being a dick) that wouldn’t leave him

And he could never get it right so he kept making more and more and more until he had created an entire army of imperfect copies of the woman he loved

And the real kicker of it all is that he couldn’t figure out that the reason they weren’t her was because he kept trying to make perfect subservient wives like he thought he wanted

But that’s never what Eve was

And so he could never recreate her

But the thing is he did

He did recreate Eve in all her incredible post apple glory, in Vaggie

And he’ll never understand

[erodasfishtacos]

In my head hslot YN now sleeps in the Dallas silk shirt

-🍭

🤠HSLOT DALLAS🤠

-

It’s past one on the morning, the show ended a couple of hours ago and Harry was sat around with Mitch and a few other friends.

They were writing for album number three and his missus couldn’t hang after midnight - Harry had tucked her in and promised to be up at a reasonable time.

They’re in loungeroom, in the band’s hotel suite when Harry Lambert comes trudging in - bone tired and irritated.

His face is confused when he notices Harry is now in a pair of bode shorts and plain tee, asking curiously, “Where is your silk shirt?”

Harry furrows his brow, putting down his pen, “Should be on the hanger by the trousers and suspenders?”

“It’s not there,” Lambert confirms, arms crossed, “I need to get it packed up, stop fucking around.”

“S’not my fault it’s not where I put it,” Harry huffs back, not appreciating being accused of lying - out of everyone on tour, he definitely butt heads the most with his stylist.

“It doesn’t have legs. Unless I’m not aware of a thief who is out for custom gucci shirt-“

It hits him, he interrupts the stylist and stands up, “Give me a mo’. I think I know where it is.”

Then he’s striding out of the suite, taking the elevator to the penthouse, and scanning his card to open the door.

It was pitch black in the massive space but he quietly makes his way to the bedroom, where his suspicions were confirmed.

Sprawled on the bed, all tangled up in the comforter was his wife - donned in the silk button up that he wore earlier and just a pair of soft cotton panties.

He has to just stop for a moment because he loves her so fucking much it doesn’t really make sense - she’s the reason for every love song he’s ever written in his life.

Harry feels guilt at having to wake her but he slowly crawls onto the bed, kissing her temple and murmuring quietly, “Flower, wake up f’me.”

“Uph,” She croaks out, making her husband chuckle as she blinks up blearily at him, “Want t’sleep.”

“I know, I know,” He hums with a pout, pushing her gently on her back, “Y’little thief, stole m’shirt from tonight.

“Mm, we’re married. What’s yours is mine,” YN mumbles drowsily, still managing a reproachful tone with him.

Harry laughs loudly, nose pushing into her untamed locks, “S’true. However, Lambert’s gonna have m’arse if he doesn’t get that shirt right now and I don’t feel like getting bitched at by Jeff.”

“Nooo,” She drawls, squinting at him, “I like it, want t’keep it.”

His mouth waters a bit when he sees her harden nipples pressed up against the delicate fabric. He begins to unbutton it slowly.

“Y’filthly. This shirts all sweaty and worn from the performance and here you are sleepin’ in it. You just love me that much, huh?” He means for it to be a rhetorical taunt.

But she stretches, sweetly replying, “Love you so much, bunny.”

And Harry’s breathe catches at the words, she’s told him a million times of the past ten years but it still feels the same, “Buy you as many of these shirts as y’want. Okay, petal?”

When it’s off, he can’t help but swipe his thumb at the soft, warm curve of her breast before he’s leaning back and tugging of his cotton tee.

He tugs it over her head until she’s covered before settling her back in the blankets, “Come to bed now.”

Her voice is gentle but he knows it’s not a request, it’s a demand, so he leans down - kissing her softly, “Let me drop this off and I’ll be back.”

-

When Harry arrives back in the suite, silk shirt in hand - he tosses it to the stylist and everybody gives him a funny look as he left with a shirt on and now his chest is bare.

“Alright, I’m headin’ t’bed,” Harry rasps, picking up his phone and journal as the band members protest as they were just getting started.

“No, the fuck? C’mon, H,” Tyler complains, looking up from his laptop.

“Nah, don’t bother. The missus definitely requested his presences and you know he doesn’t disobey,” NyOh jokes and motions to cracking a whip.

Harry just dimples boyishly and shrugs, on the way out, he says over his shoulder, “By the way, Lamby - order me ten of those silk shirts.”

-

[roanniom]

Oooooooh, always have thoughts about Flyboy!

Maybe a little something something about a rival pilot? Trying to reconcile how they both infuriate and infatuate him at the same time?

Infuriate

Poe Dameron x Reader

Word Count: 1,400~

Poe Dameron likes to think of himself as a reasonable man.

You’d argue that delusional is a more appropriate word, of course, but your likelihood to argue that fact is the source of his current struggle to identify with reason at all.

You grind his gears. That’s what Poe can’t handle. You’re a meteor shower, beating him into space dust with every haughty comment, every defiant middle finger to his authority, every cocky laugh and double barrel roll of your X Wing.

People in Poe’s squadron are quick to point out that you display many of the characteristics that Poe himself had made famous. Poe doesn’t like hearing that. No more than he likes hearing the sound of your voice ring across the hanger after a long battle, rousing him into a teasing argument - a skirmish of wits when he’s already amped up from the skirmish in the sky.

“Dameron! You getting soft up there or did you just not see that fleet getting out right from under your nose?”

“You broke protocol, rookie. Disobeyed a direct order going after those tie fighters.” It requires all the control he can muster not to spit through his teeth, especially when you give him a big smile. 

“Oh well if I broke protocol then I’m very sorry, sir.” Your tone drips with sarcasm and Poe absolutely hates the way the word ‘sir’ settles in his gut, regardless of how facetious you’re being. 

“I have half a mind to ground you, rookie.” You know he means the technical term for prohibiting you from flying in the next mission, but your eyes flash brightly and you lean closer to him, having approached during the exchange.

“You’re not my father, though, sir.”

The banter. The innuendo. Fuck. It’s like looking in a mirror and Poe knows it. And hates it.

Hates it so much that he does ground you. Grounds you from the next two missions. What he hadn’t realized at the time, however, was that he had business to attend to on base for the next several weeks, meaning he was essentially grounded right alongside you. 

And boy did you not let him forget it.

After a week and a half of you following him down corridors, alternating between hurled insults and attempts at contrition, Poe finally snaps. 

“You need to stop,” he says, rounding on you in a secluded hallway after you’d been tailing him for ten minutes. His voice is stern and you take a step back.

“But I’m only trying to -”

“No. You have to stop. Stop being so...” He’s caught off guard by the sheer force of your stare, gazing up at him wide eyed and intent. “You...you can’t go around so hot all of the time.”

“Hot?” you repeat, the corner of your mouth moving up in spite of yourself. 

“Hot headed, you know what I mean.” 

“Some would call it passionate, Dameron,” you correct haughtily. Then you drop your gaze. “Some used to call you passionate, too.”

Poe releases a heavy sigh at your words. He closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose to buy him a moment. 

You’re right, in a way. He used to run hot, too. Used to be passionate, used to break the rules, used to do whatever it took. 

But the war’s been raging on for so long. So many good people have been lost. And Poe is getting tired. 

You seem to catch on, probably for the first time, that things are weighing on him more than you’d previously realized. 

“I’m-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to -”

“It’s fine,” Poe brushes off brusquely before resuming his march down the corridor. 

“No, wait!” you call out and run to catch up. Poe rounds on you again, this time his face more desperate. 

“What do you want from me, rookie?” His voice is raised in the cramp space. 

“I just...”

“You want me to reinstate you? Huh?” Poe runs a stressed hand through his curls and then gestures widely. “Is that what you want? To get back out there and get yourself killed? Alright. Fine by me. You’re cleared for flight.”

“No, Poe, I - “

Poe doesn’t even register that you’ve said his first name. He’s agitated and frustrated, his own outburst cluing him in for the first time on the fact that this might be the cause of his conflict with you - his fear that you’ll do something dangerous and end up dead like all the other people he cared about. 

He cares about you.

Fuck.

While Poe reels from this sudden realization, you’re processing something of your own. 

“Has it ever crossed your mind that I could be seeking your attention?” Your voice cracks with emotion more than you would have liked and your eyes widen suddenly, as though shocked by your own candor. Poe freezes. 

Silence hangs between you, neither one of you wanting to be the first to move. Poe takes a deep breath after a moment and it comes out shaky. 

“My...attention?”

You stare up at him before nodding your head slowly.

Poe’s mind whirls - both with his confusing feelings regarding your recklessness and safety now combined with the brand new information that you want his attention.

But what does that mean? What kind of attention? As a mentor? As...more?’

Suddenly the hallway feels suffocating small. Poe wants to get away from you. He also wants to crowd you in, to test if you won’t move away. He settles on the latter, taking a tentative step forward. Your chin trembles but you make no attempt to widen the dwindling space between your bodies. Poe feels even more light headed at this development. 

 “I wanted you to notice me. Maybe it was immature, and maybe I missed the mark because you’re always yelling at me,” you huff out a small laugh, no longer able to maintain eye contact. “But I thought if I could impress you then you would…be proud of me.”

Poe’s heart skips a beat. This sounds like mentorship?”

“You…you know you’re the best pilot in your squad, rookie. You don’t need me to tell you that.”

Your eyes narrow a bit and you seem to be calculating something. Weighing your next move?

“That’s not the kind of praise I’m seeking, sir.”

There’s nothing facetious in your words today. You’re staring up at him, eyes wide, lips plump from your swiping tongue and parted slightly as you take in an anxious breath.

And suddenly Poe, propelled forward on the tension that’s been mounting for months, is pushing you up against the wall of the corridor. His mouth covers yours and you hum into him, arms reaching to circle around his neck. His tongue slides between your lips. His hands grip at your waist and tug you to him and push you against the wall all at once.

When Poe pulls back, allowing you to gasp for air you so desperately need, his mouth migrates to your throat, where his voice vibrates into your skin.

“You’re perfect.”

You let out an airy laugh, clutching at his shoulders and shaking your head vigorously.

“No. No I’m not.” Poe nips at the flesh of your throat and you yelp.

“I finally praise you and you still give me a hard time?” Poe growls, humor in his tone as he lifts back up to pull you into another mind-numbing kiss.

“Okay! Okay!” you giggle when you break away again. You’re becoming more and more breathless with each kiss and Poe is dazzled by the glaze forming over your eyes and the labored rise and fall of your chest. “Go ahead. Praise me.”

“That’s not how this works,” Poe chuckles incredulously.

“No go ahead, I’ll be good about it this time,” you say earnestly, your fingers caressing over his biceps. Poe’s mind goes blank and he speaks before he can overthink and stop himself.

“You’ll be my good girl?”

Your mouth curls in a dark smile and you nod slowly.

In response, Poe’s hands slide down and around to squeeze your ass.

“I don’t know. You’ve actually been pretty bad, disobeying my orders and all, rookie.”

Your smile widens and you lurch forward to arrest Poe’s mouth in another kiss.

“What are you going to do about it, sir?”

~*~

LOL this was supposed to be much shorter but I failed spectacularly. 

Tagging a tiny group of lovelies: @paper-n-ashes @mariesackler @jynzandtonic @sacklerscumrag @foxilayde @maybe-your-left

[godestof3worlds]

If u still take promos the how about voltron force with Daniel being Lance's son.

I do still take them and this one was a fun prompt to try. Hopefully this is what you wanted and I am sorry for taking a while to answer, it was a little difficult to try and make their relationship more Father and Son. Enjoy and give me another prompt if this is what you wanted or something totally different!

Lamina elbowed me in my side and though I swatted her away with a glare, I still gulped in fear of what the approaching steps could mean. I know we were not supposed to leave the castle but it wasn't our fault. What were we supposed to do? Just hope they wouldn't get killed? Without us, they might have lost and Arus could have been destroyed or taken under slavery again. Really, they should be thanking us, not about to lecture us about listening to orders. Will I say that? No, I'm not about to get killed by a Voltron Force member instead if an actual abd guy.

I feel Vince's worry glances but before I could comfort him, the Voltron Force comes storming in the hanger. I tighten my fist before I straighten my back and try to hide any tells that I was quivering in my boots.

"Daniel Lee McClain!"

I give up on pretending that I wasn't scared as I feel myself pale as my father shouts my full name. I feel eyes locked onto me but my main concern was the voice of my father.

I don't even have time to squeak out a timid 'Yes' before the red pilot grabs my arm and yanks me out of the room and away from worried eyes. The grip isn't too tight but it's not comfortable. We briskly walk to an empty room that he pulls me into before yanking his hand away from me and closing the door behind us before he turns back to me with crossed arms and pointed eyes. I fidget under his glare though I can see the fear and worry mixed in with the anger so I do understand where he is coming from but still. The glare could definitely be felt and it shouldn't be this hard after the last mission.

"What were you thinking?" He speaks lowly through gritted teeth.

I take a deep breath as I rub the back of my neck before quickly dropping it and look right to his eyes, "I was thinking that if I didn't do anything soon, my father and the rest of the Voltron Force might just die."

He takes a deep breath to calm himself, "Look Daniel, I know you want to help, I really do understand that, but you cannot risk your lives for some short time glory."

"At the time I entered the battlefield, I didn't care if I would get honored for almost dying, I was worried about you guys."

"That doesn't give you a right to disobey orders-"

"I can when you guys could get hurt of mortally injured-"

"And then what happens when you or one of the other cadets get hurt? That's on us."

"And if you get killed, I shouldn't feel bad that I stayed here like a coward as I lost another parent?"

"If you are safe, then yes."

I growl as I look up at my dad. I know we bicker all the time but I can't image a life where I can't see him or know that he's alive. I won't be able to live with the guilt that because of me I lost another parent and this time I could have done something about it.

"I would not have changed anything if we had a do over," I take a deep breath, "If I had to choose between a lecture from you and the rest of the Voltron Force or your death then I will gladly have you yell at me for hours on end because I know I did my job and kept you alive. If I can't keep a person I love and care alive then how can I protect the rest of the universe?"

Dad sighs as he looks at the ground. We stay silent before I hear him curse under his breath and walk toward me. He grabs me by the shoulder and pull me into a hug where if I wanted to get out I wouldn't be able to though I really don't want to let go. I strengthen my grip on his jacket as I feel my eyes sting as the roller coaster of emotions goes through it's final loop.

"You scared me out there, kid," I hear him speak through my hair, his voice muffled but I could hear the emotion transparent in his voice.

"Not as much as you scared me," and we stand there in the room just holding onto each other and reassuring ourselves that the only family left is still alive...

...And that's when Vince runs in, out of breath, and starts rapidly speaking as if his life depends on it, "Please don't kill Daniel. He wasn't the only one who went to help you guys and it was only to save your lives so we wouldn't have to take the mantel of Voltron so quickly. Really, we need Daniel alive because who would take over either the red lion or the black lion? He's useful and I know he led us to go against your orders but if you punish him you will have to punish all of us and let me tell you-"

"Vince, buddy, calm down and breathe," I extract myself from my father and attempt to calm Vince down, "He isn't going to kill me though he might punish all of us that might wish we weren't born to begin with."

And that's when more footsteps come racing toward our direction, Hunk barely squeaking in before the rest and he is already rambling, "We know how scared you were, I mean we all were, but don't kill your only son. He's vital and you won't be able to live with the guilt for long-"

This time Lance stops Hunk's rambling, "I'm not going to kill the kid, jeez. Why do all of you guys think that?"

By now the rest of the Voltron Force is in the room and all looked slightly worried though with each second ticked by their faces become more amused. Pidge speaks up, "You were telling us interesting ways you were going to wish he was never born."

I send a shocked look toward the red paladin but he only smirks, "He's needs to be alive for that."

And I silently groan as my shoulders slump because of just thinking about the future punishments made me wish I was never born. But that's fine, at least he was alive and nobody was severely injured-

"Starting with cleaning the whole castle."

"Dad!"

[aboardthehavocmarauder]

Beautiful Mischief [Pt. 5]

Bad Batch x Reader • Angst/Fluff/NSFW (yknow the whole deal) • Mechanic [hidden Jedi] ! Reader • Female reader

She has to be ok

We can’t lose her

She’s more than the labels given to her

For once, I need her.

She’s our girl

A loud explosion roars through the barracks causing the approaching troops to stop and access the situation where it was caused. Hunter smacked Wrecker who suddenly grabbed Tech and Echo then going in a full sprint along side the sergeant and sharpshooter.

“GENERAL—-“ Cody yells out into the rubble of the hanger as Anakin quickly comes in with his battalion and the Bad Batch immediately getting to work in the harsh environment.

“Find her”

“FIND HIM”

“Find Y/N”

“FIND GENERAL KENOBI”

“FIND OUR GIRL” Wrecker yells in the commotion seeing the dathomirians giving the biggest of them all a look. “Shit—“

“Well. Someone took a liking to your failure”

“She’s fallen before. She fall again”

“Hmm. The entrance probably killed her”

“I have my ways of bringing those back from the dead” Odious smirks stepping into the hanger as his droids took action to distract the battalions. “You get your general, I’ll get my apprentice”

Hunter quickly ran toward the Havoc thinking Y/N had gotten in there just in time but the struggle rang through his ears. The debris weighing down on the havoc was causing it to break the wheeling. He was about to enter when a force pulled him out of it.

“We can’t have any more casualties” Anakin alerts him as he immediately took his electrified whip taking out the droid from behind him and swinging it into more glaring at the young general.

“I don’t follow your orders Skywalker. If Kenobi makes it out of this but not Y/N. I’ll make you both pay” He bites and before more was said the loud screaming from afar shot through his head quickly.

Y/N screamed from under one of their transportation ships that got damaged in the explosion. She forces the thing to rise above her head giving the troopers from the 212th enough time to pull Kenobi out of there. She locked eyes with the dathomirian with the blood orange piercing through the black markings. He smirks at the sight of his old apprentice still alive and well, from the sight of the blood, she wasn’t well.

“Y/N. Let it go!” Kenobi winces as Y/N’s agony filled expression turned into quick anger, quickly forcing the transportation ship toward Odious but the bright red saber of his and Maul’s cuts straight through. “Get her out of here”

“But sir—-“

“This isn’t her fi—“

“Get Kenobi out of here. NOW” Y/N snaps at Cody who decided to not listen to his general and quickly got him out of there.

Odious smirks from his position inching closer to the apprentice and before he even got close. The Bad Batch took their stand as a wall in front of their Jedi.

“You will not go anywhere near her” Hunter states taking his blaster out and loading along with Crosshair getting his rifle ready, Wrecker with the machine gun, and Tech and Echo with theirs.

“You touch her. You’re fucking dead” Echo bites causing a laugh to roar out of Odious. Meanwhile Tech handed Y/N a communicator giving her enough time.

“She may not have the right qualifications of a Jedi—-“

“But she’s apart of us.”

“And you’re going to have to kill us to get to her” Crosshair glares as they all got prepared but before Odious could even think about just forcing his prize out from behind the five.

“This will be a glorious blood shed”

You stay away from them

The smirk faded from Odious’s face as he steps closer blocking a few firing from the batch. Hunter froze for a second when he sensed his whip disappear from his holster.

Sweet girl. Come back to me and I won’t hurt your clones

They aren’t my clones. I don’t own them

They’re willing to die for you. Are you sure?

And I’m willing to die for them. They’re my family Odious

Odious frowns forcing Hunter into Cross and using Wrecker to wrecking ball the smallest revealing Y/N not to be behind them.

“ODIOUS”

He quickly turns to his fellow yelling seeing two dual yellow ignited sabers shine as the apprentice stabbed Odious in the shoulders causing a scream to come out of him. He grabs her by the neck causing the sabers to fall once pulled out with the other.

“Surprised you tried. Saving a family that has indifference with you. Can you blame them?” Odious snaps not giving a damn at the blood pouring out of him as there smirk grew on his face when the wounds healed in on themselves. “I love draining what’s left out of you. Giving me the husk I needed”

Y/N grabbed at his wrist with her hands taking in the final forced thought and before he knew it. His arm was cut off by one of her dual sabers by Crosshair who received the force thought immediately. She drops right into Echo’s arms and before Odious could even think about hurting any of them, the whip from before now in the hands of a BD unit grabs Odious by the neck pulling the hilt toward Wrecker who took it and with all of his strength flung the dathomirian into his own droids and away from them.

Crosshair stares at the yellow ignition of the saber before retracting and picking up the other. Hunter grabs his shoulder knowing that was a difficult thing to do but for once Cross didn’t care.

Something about her.

Drives me insane

Tech watches as Maul quickly ran toward their direction to fight them off and give his fellow enough time to get pulled out of there. But before Tech even could react, Y/N brought themselves out of Echo’s embrace pulling back her sabers into hand and ignited them to block the strike toward the clone by Maul.

“Skywalker will be ours”

“Not on Kenobi’s watch”

“Oh?”

“It’s my duty to protect those I care about and with the intel given to Kenobi. Skywalker will be unstoppable and will never fail” Y/N forces Darth Maul off of her and back enough to get prepared. “You should care more about your upcoming betrayal”

Darth Maul stares at the Grey Jedi in front of him, understanding what she meant. Odious was betrayed by what he thought was the husk holding his revelation, if he’s there to retrieve her, he will most likely betray him for his benefit. But before he could take her to force the answers—-the battalions grew closer and stronger. It was time for his leave.

As he left without anymore fight in any of them. Crosshair immediately lunges catching Y/N when she collapses.

“Is she still breathing?”

“I-I—“

“She is” Tech answers Hunt by checking her vitals on his datapad knowing the limp Y/N brought an unknown feeling to pierce through them all, especially Cross in the moment.

“Echo!”

Echo frowns turning to his brothers in blue, immediately getting pulled into Fives’ embrace feeling him shake around him.

“I can’t lose you again Echo. Be reckless. Fine. But with some caution...please”

“I promise” Echo frowns gripping the back of his armor with his hand. “Fuck. I do. I’m sorry Fives. Fuck I’m sorry”

“KIX” Rex yells when he caught up with the batch seeing Cross hold Y/N protectively until the medic arrived.

“Let go of me”

“General you need to rest”

“Let go of me Commander. Follow the order” Kenobi snaps at Cody in the medbay as he was angered that he disobeyed him from before. Y/N didn’t have to fight that fight.

She didn’t have to suffer.

[desyeuxdeluna]

𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 → ��𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐰𝐨𝐧

anonymous asked: hi!! can i request 1 and 5 from the prompt list with enhypen jungwon? i have kind of like an obsession with royalty aus and stuff like that just to give you an idea but you can still write whatever you want! thank you and i hope you have a great week <3

Requested.

Prompts:

1. “If the full moon loves you, why worry about the stars?”

5. “You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: None.

Genre: Royal!AU, Fluff.

Summary: “Thanks to a secret passage you were able to live your life normally without the constant reminder of being a princess. But what you didn’t know that you would meet someone you never though you’d fall in love with.”

A/N: Hi! Thank you so much for requesting I had so much fun writing it and I hope you like and enjoy it as well🥺❤

Being a princess wasn’t easy or as fun as it was described in novels and movies. No, you were trained since you were young to be the queen someday in the future, and was kept at the palace all the times, you couldn’t go walk around freely or experience situations like normal people who are your age.

But you weren’t a normal princess, you sometimes disobeyed orders, and rebelled against your parents, which resulted in you being locked up in your room. You also went out of the castle at times, with the help of your maid and best friend, Yuna.

And today was one of those days where you decided to leave the castle for a couple of hours to go to the village. You changed into some of Yuna’s clothes, while Yuna wore your clothes.

“Princess, please, be back before dusk.” Yuna begged and you nodded at her.

“Don’t worry Yuna, I won’t be too late.” you assured her, and she nodded while you escape from the secret door behind the portrait.

You brought your torch up and walked in the long passage, with quick and light steps. You wanted to be in the village as fast as you can. You saw the familiar door and ran towards it, you opened it and saw yourself in the familiar cafe.

You smiled when you saw the owner, who became a good friend of yours. You took off your hat and jacket and hung them on the hanger.

“Good afternoon, Sunoo.” you greeted and he bowed to you smiling as well.

“Good afternoon, princess. Are you staying for a while?” he asked and you nodded smiling. “Very well, I will bring you some cookies! They were just freshly made!” Sunoo said brightly as he left to the kitchen.

You sat by one of the tables, watching as people started coming in and filling the cafe.

Meeting Sunoo for the first time was a bit awkward, it was late at night when you found the secret passage and it led you to him. When he saw you he was stunned but knew that you were the princess because no one except for the royal family, could come through this door. And he became your friend.

The people didn’t know what the princess looked like, except the paintings, no one truly knew what you looked like exactly, and you were thankful for that because you felt like you could be yourself without worrying too much.

Sunoo came back with the freshly baked cookies and a cup of coffee and placed them in front of you.

“There you go, princess,” he said and you sighed looking at him annoyed.

“Sunoo, what did I say about calling me princess? You’re my friend, you’re allowed to call me by my name.” you said smiling kindly and Sunoo blushed in embarrassment and nodded.

“Whatever pleases you Y/N.” he replied and you smiled and ate your cookie.

You were sitting in your own little world, just enjoying your coffee, the door opened and you looked up and saw a boy your age, looking around as if he was looking for someone. When his eyes fell on Sunoo as he smiled widely and ran engulfing him in a hug.

You heard mumbles of, ‘Welcome back.’ and ‘Nice to see you again.’.

You observed the boy in front of you, he certainly didn’t look like a villager, he looked like a gentleman, maybe he was a knight from the west kingdom because if he was from your kingdom you would’ve known him.

The boy noticed you staring at him, and be turned his head to meet your eyes, you blushed and turned away quickly causing him to smile.

It was almost dusk, and you needed to go back to the palace, you looked at Sunoo and motioned for him to clear a way to you, so you can reach the door of the secret passage.

He distracted the people around you, and quickly you grabbed your jack and hat and ran to the door and left through it.

Your departure didn’t go unnoticed by the gentleman who was sitting at the table and watched as you left the cafe through the door.

You spent the last week in your room, thinking about the handsome boy from the cafe, you went back the next day hoping to see him, but he never came. You repeated the same action for three days, but you got the same results, he never came back.

“So she’s really the princess.”

The sound of the door knocked, and it opened revealing Yuna, she bowed and said.

“Princess, his majesty wishes to see you downstairs.”

You furrowed your eyebrows scared that your father found out about your little trips to the village.

“He didn’t mention anything about why he wants to see me?” you asked quietly and Yuna shook her head.

“Unfortunately no, but I don’t think it’s about you leaving.” Yuna tried to assure you, nodding solemnly, you left your room with Yuna following you.

When you got downstairs, you saw your parents, and your brother, Heeseung, waiting for you. You swallowed and bowed, smiling lightly.

“Yuna said that you wished to see me father.” you started and he nodded and then he walked outside the palace with you all following him.

You spared Heeseung a glance but he shrugged his shoulders confused too. You found yourself in front of the gate and then carriages appeared in your sight.

You then remembered that two weeks ago, your father told you that the King of the Westside was coming to visit you. You looked at Heeseung who was grinning from ear to ear because he was finally going to see princess Suah.

You rolled your eyes as two carriages stopped in front of you, the first carriage the King and the Queen stepped out from it. Your father smiled upon seeing his best friend.

“My old friend! Good to have you back!” your father said hugging the King who smiled hugging him back.

“It’s good to see you again.” the King replied and pulled away greeting you and Heeseung.

The second carriage, you saw princess Suah step out with her maid, then the prince stepped out last.

You have never seen the prince before, all you knew that his name was Jungwon and he always travelled. You envied him to say the least, being able to travel without any barrier was great. From the first glimpse of him, you let out an inaudible gasp.

He was the same gentleman from Sunoo’s cafe.

He caught your eyes and smiled, his dimples adorn his flawless face. You broke the eye contact looking away, as you greeted Suah happily, you weren’t close to her, but she was an amazing girl, she wasn’t mean or anything at all. Prince Jungwon stopped in front of you, and bowed his head, smiling at you.

“It’s finally good to see you, princess Y/N.” he said kissing your hand, you smiled bowing back to him.

For the next two weeks, you and Jungwon spoke regularly to each other, and even went to Sunoo’s cafe together, you found out that you and he had so much in common. He also told you that he was interested in poetry, and showed you some of the things that he wrote.

“Likewise, prince Jungwon.”

So there you were, sitting in the garden observing the stars with the telescope, you smiled upon seeing the full moon admiring how beautiful it looked, and didn’t feel Jungwon’s presence next to you.

“If the full moon loves you, why worry about the stars?”

You turned around startled when you heard Jungwon’s voice, he chuckled lightly.

“What was that?” you asked and he smiled sitting next to you on the bench.

“New poem that I’m working on, what do you think?” he asked and you nodded smiling at him.

“It’s amazing, whoever this poem is written for must be lucky.” you commented, wishing to have someone write you a poem.

Jungwon noticed how your mood changed, and immediately started feeling bad thinking of ways to lighten up your mood once again. From the first time Jungwon saw you at Sunoo’s cafe, he thought you were enchanting and had a calming aura surrounding you.

The next few weeks were the same, you and Jungwon going to Sunoo’s cafe and spending some time as a trio, and you couldn’t help but catch feelings for Jungwon. You were amazed by him, and how strong he was, he was also a good prince that interacted with the people and helped them. You fell hard for him.

Jungwon didn’t realise it, but he was starting to like you romantically, it was impossible for him not to do so. You were beautiful, intelligent, wise, and brave. How could he not fancy you?

And he also his feelings started to grow for you even more, and he couldn’t keep the secret for too long, he had to get it off his chest, so he told Sunoo who was very happy for him assuring his friend that the princess also seemed like she was catching feelings for him.

You wanted to tell Jungwon how you felt about him, but couldn’t think of a way to do that, and he was facing the same problem. And it leads to things being awkward between the two of you.

Sunoo could only watch in annoyance as the two of you continued to ignore your feelings towards each other, he wanted to interfere but he knows that he couldn’t do so because it was going to be against both your wishes.

Jungwon not handling the secret he needed to get it off his chest, he went and told Sunoo his feelings towards you. He asked him for advice and Sunoo was more than happy to help. The two boys came up with a plan so Jungwon can confess his feelings towards you.

***

The following day you were sitting in the cafe with a lot on your mind, you were thinking about Jungwon and how your feelings for him started changing, you couldn’t believe that you were falling in love that easily, but you knew that feelings cannot be controlled.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” Sunoo asked and you looked up at him smiling slightly nodding your head.

“Yeah, don’t worry about me, Sunoo.” you assured him, he was unconvinced but decided not to say anything.

Instead, he grabbed his coat and hat putting them on, he flipped the signpost changing it from ‘OPEN’ to ‘CLOSED’. You furrowed your eyebrows as you stood up.

“Are you closing the cafe? Should I leave?” you asked and stood up grabbing your coat but Sunoo stopped you.

“No, no, you stay here, I will be back before you know it.” he said and left the cafe immediately.

You shivered at how empty the place looked and decided just to continue reading your book. You felt someone creeping behind you and you stood up quickly only to see Jungwon standing there.

“Jungwon? What are you doing here?” you asked and he smiled at you giving you a beautiful flower, “This is for me?” you grinned and he nodded excitedly.

“Yes, I noticed you liked these kinds of flowers,” Jungwon replied and you smiled at him.

“You came here for Sunoo? He left and I don’t know where he went it when he’s going to be back,” you said and he shook his head.

He took your hand and sat on the table with you, he took a deep breath and stared at you.

“I was the one that asked Sunoo to leave so he could give us some time together, I need to get this off my chest,” Jungwon said causing your heart to skip a beat as you looked at him your eyes wide.

He took a deep breath and said, “Y/N, ever since the moment I saw you for the first time here, you took my breath away, and when I found that you were princess Y/N that everyone was talking so greatly about, I was happy. Not that we are both alike because we’re royals, but we also share the same interests, you understand me like nobody does, and I couldn’t help falling in love with you, you were the most perfect person I have ever met...” Jugwon trailed as he looked at you deeply in the eyes.

Your heart was beating so fast you could hear it pumping in your ears, you kept your mouth shut until Jungwon said the eight letters that had your heart stopping.

“What I am trying to say that... Y/N, I love you.”

You were smiling so hard and you looked down giggling happily, Jungwon’s heart felt at ease when he saw you smiling and then you said.

“I love you too, so much, you don’t know how much I was dying to say these words but I just kept denying my feelings and told myself that you were only acting that way because that’s what friends do.”

Jungwon smiled at your cuteness as he stood up and sat on his knees in front of you.

“But friends don’t kiss each other,” he said as he closed the distance between you two placing his lips to yours.

The kiss was like what you read in the books, it felt magical and you could feel butterflies flying through your stomach. You put your hand against his cheek, and he placed his on your neck.

After a moment you pulled away from each other and Jungwon was smiling at you, he brought your hands up to his lips kissing it.

“You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

You smiled and was about to kiss him again but a loud clapping, you both turned towards the sound and saw Sunoo smiling and clapping his hands.

“Oh don’t mind me continue,” Sunoo said and you laughed.

“So you participated in this, you made me feel scared!” you said and Sunoo shrugged smirking.

“You had to acknowledge your feelings, I was getting tired of you two sulking around and whining about how much you both liked each other.” he replied and you three a toothpick at him which didn’t even reach him.

“I wasn’t even whining!” you said and he laughed he then drifted his eyes to Jungwon who smiled at him saying.

“Well, you don’t have to worry about us sulking around or whining anymore, because I’m not going to let go of her any time soon.”