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baileypie-writes · 10 months ago

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~Not Human~

Kurumi Mimino/Milky Rose x GN!Reader

Part 2 here!

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Fandoms: Otona Precure, Yes! Precure 5 GoGo!

Fanfic Type: Oneshot

Reader: Gender neutral

Relationship: Platonic to Romantic

Genre: Fluff?

Word Count: 980

Synopsis: You finally confessed to your crush Kurumi. But then, she tells you about being a Pretty Cure, and how she’s not exactly human.

Warnings: Drinking(Reader stays sober)

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~Yes! Precure 5 GoGo! Masterlist~

A/N ~ This fic became longer than expected, so there’s gonna be a part 2.

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It was your weekly hangout with your friends, something you looked forward to every week. Every Friday night, you’d meet with them at Cafe and Bar Time, and have a few drinks. Well, a few drinks usually turns into half of you being completely drunk.

But this time, you were determined to keep one of them sober. To be specific, your best friend, Kurumi Mimino. She’s the prime minister of some faraway kingdom, apparently, though you don’t know much about it. What you do know, is that you’ve had a crush on her for a while. She’s so confident and straightforward, and she doesn’t have any trouble saying what’s on her mind. You wanted to keep her and yourself sober, because you planned on confessing to her that night.

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The cafe was filled with the sound of laughter and the smell of alcohol. As expected, Rin was already drunk as a skunk, and Nozomi had to practically hold her to keep her from falling face first on the table. Kurumi had already had a few drinks, and was getting a bit tipsy. You decided that it was a good place to stop her from drinking any more.

“Hey, Kenta!” Kurumi shouted over to the man behind the counter. “Refill please!”

“Ah, hey, I don’t think you should drink anymore.” You nervously stopped her.

“Eh, why not?” She asked, a bit annoyed.

“Um..” You tried to quickly come up with an excuse. “You still have work tomorrow, don’t you? You don’t wanna have to deal with a really bad hangover.”

Kurumi sighed, and folded her arms. “Guess you’re right…”

You let out a sigh of relief, and turned your attention to Rin, who was crying over nothing.

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The hangout was over, and you and your friends all said your goodbyes. Karen headed back to the hospital for work, and everyone else began going home. Nozomi was taking Rin home first, as she was on the brink of passing out from being so drunk.

Before Kurumi could part ways with you though, you called out to her. “Wait!”

“What? What is it?” Kurumi asked, turning around to face you.

You took a deep breath. “Can you come with me for a minute? I want to talk to you.”

“Oh. Okay.” She said, and walked over to you. She playfully linked arms with you, making you laugh.

You led her to a bridge overlooking a road. There weren’t too many cars out, as it was pretty late.

“So what is it? Don’t keep me waiting!” Kurumi said.

You sighed, preparing yourself. “I like you. I have for a while. I understand if you don’t feel the same, but I just needed to get this off my chest.” You looked at her, awaiting her response.

After a moment, Kurumi laughed a little. “Yeah, I know.”

“What? Really?” You asked, surprised.

“Yeah. The whole group knows, actually. I mean, it was kind of obvious.”

“Oh.” You turned away, embarrassed. It was really that easy to tell?

Kurumi smirked, and placed your hand on yours. “Aww, don’t be so flustered. It’s cute that you’re that into me.” She teased. “And just so you know, I feel the same.”

You quickly turned your head to look at her. She was looking at you with full confidence, but a slight blush was on her cheeks. Or was that just from the alcohol? You couldn’t tell.

You smiled at her. But after a moment, Kurumi’s faded, and she turned away.

“What’s wrong?” You asked her.

“There’s something I’ve been needing to tell you too. I should’ve told you this a long time ago.” She said.

“Oh. What is it?” You asked.

Kurumi sighed, and looked up to the night sky. Thousands of stars were visible, and the clock tower was also in sight. It was the perfect view.

“So you know the whole Pretty Cure thing?” She asked.

“Yes, of course. How could I forget? The town was almost destroyed.” You laughed. She did a little as well.

To be fair, you didn’t know a whole bunch about the event. You just knew that these young girl superheros saved the town from shadow monsters.

“Well… I was one of them. In fact, all of our friends were too.”

You were silent in shock. That was the last thing you expected her to say. Also, the fact that you’ve been friends with superheros and had no idea was something you needed time to think about. But you didn’t exactly have that time. You needed answers.

“What? How? Everyone? But those girls were so young! And how did you even-?” Kurumi stopped your rambling with a hand to your shoulder.

“I’ll explain everything to you.”

And she did. You learned of the first time they transformed when they were all in middle school. You learned of Bell and the shadow monsters. You learned about the Palmier Kingdom, where Kurumi’s from. And the Time Flowers, and how they gave her and the others the ability to transform back into Pretty Cure.

But the end of it, you had no words. It was just so much.

“You gonna say anything? Or are you just going to stand there?” Kurumi asked, a bit annoyed at your lack of response.

“Yeah I just… wow. I’ve been friends with the Pretty Cure the whole time and had no idea. Not to mention, you’re from a kingdom that’s not even on Earth.” You said, still blown away.

Kurumi laughed. “Yeah. But there’s still one more thing.”

You turned to her. “What? There’s more?” You were a bit scared. What now?

She led you into an alleyway. After checking to see if the coast was clear, a puff of smoke enveloped her. When it cleared, she was no longer there. Until you looked down. Where Kurumi was standing, was a small, pink bunny-like creature.

“What?”

(To be Continued…)

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fukuokanodivision · 9 months ago

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OverDrive Drama Track 1 - Lightning Never Strikes The Same Place Twice

Pt. 2 -Seishin Residence- [Eko, Mai and Yuno all headed into Eko’s house and were standing in the hallway. Before they could move, they saw a blur run straight into Eko and give him a hug.] Kairi: Onii-chan, you’re back! It’s great to see you too, Mai-san, Yuno-kun! [The small girl waved, beaming as Mai and Yuno smiled. She had similar jet black hair to her brother, but sparkly brown eyes instead. Unlike Eko, Kairi had a bouncy personality.] Kairi: Sooo~ How was the concert, Onii-chan? Eko: A ton of people showed up, so I’d say amazing. We’ve got something to talk about so… [Kairi nodded, walking away giggling. As she left, The 3 made their way to Eko’s room, sitting on his bed as they waited for the news from him, eagerly.] Mai: So, what’s the thing you needed to tell us about again? Yuno: I’m interested as well, what’s going on, Eko? Eko: -Sigh- Right… [Slowly, Eko brought out the letter from his pocket. Crinkling the sides, he turned it over, revealing the Party of Words seal gleaming at them.] Mai & Yuno: C-Chuohku…? [All 3 of them were silent. Nobody moved or said anything. Instead, they all kept their eyes on Chuohku’s logo, still gleaming eviliy at them.] Eko: I reacted the same way. I don’t know what those ‘lovely’ ladies want, but I don’t think it’ll be pretty. So, why not open it together? Mai: I a-agree [As Mai tore off the sticker and tape, Eko ripped the paper open as Yuno grabbed the letter, holding it close.] Yuno: Eko, Mai-san. You might want to see this… Mai: Yuno-chin? Eko: I think he’s right. Look… [Dear OverDrive, You have been chosen among many Fukuoka teams to participate in the Division Rap Battle. Along with this letter is a preliminary bracket, which you will have to pass to proceed to the final tournament. We hope you’ll represent Fukuoka with pride and put on a good show for us here in Chuohku. I cannot wait to meet you all again very soon. Sincerly, Prime Minister Totohen Otome of The Party of Words.] Mai: S-so, We might join the DRB..? Yuno & Eko: Sounds about right Eko: -Sigh of relief- Well, If we’re gonna make it there, we can’t just sit here and do nothing about it! Anyone up for practice at say…1PM tomorrow? Mai: I’m in, I don’t have much else to do. Yuno: I’ll have to check, but I’ll try to be there once I find out. Eko: That’s what I like to hear! Let’s get this thing rolling, I’m just excited thinking about it… Mai: Settle down, We’ll show those ladies what true power is. Yuno: Mai-san’s right. If there’s anyone out there who knows what power is, It’ll be us, together… To be continued… Extras: Kairi Seishin - Eko’s younger sister.

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msviolacea · 3 years ago

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reading when the wicked play again after years and oh god it's as good as I remember. not sure if it'll ever get updated but are there any sneak peaks/story points you can share? I'm craving knowing what happens next

Lovely anon, I have bad news and good news for you. The bad news is, I've finally given myself permission to consider this story permanently abandoned, so I can hopefully rid myself of the occasional crushing guilt over not finishing it. The good news? Twofold!

One: I'm gonna make a post later with a bunch of random stuff I never got to write.

Two: I got partly through the garden party before my brain refused to work anymore, so here, have approximately 2300 words of the next chapter that never made it to AO3!

(And if you're newer to Critical Role/Vox Machina and have some vague interest in nearly 25k words of a permanently unfinished modern AU in which event planner Vex and prime minister's son Percy meet while playing an MMO, well ... here you go.)

By the time 10:00am rolls around on Sunday, Vex has discovered all new levels of stress and anxiety. She’s been at the park since 6:00am - she was actually contemplating sleeping in her office overnight Saturday, but Keyleth caught her and marched her out to her car before midnight. “Sleep. Shower. Dress. It will all be fine.” Which is easy for Keyleth to say, since her part in the festivities is technically over now. (And she’s done a wonderful job, Vex tells her readily - the gardens have never looked brighter or more eye-catching.) “I’ll be here tomorrow,” Keyleth tells her. “Vax and I will keep an eye on the hired staff while you problem solve. We’ve got it covered. I promise.”

And boy, are there problems to solve. Vesper emails her with changes to the seating arrangements four times in the last 24 hours, moving various people to avoid any diplomatic incidents. After the fourth time, Vex sends a newly arrived Kynan to track down an extra table while she redraws the diagram to fit another one onto the porch, because it’s impossible to take care of all of Vesper’s requests without a new table. Adding a new table means one of the smaller bars needs to be relocated, which then triggers a cascade of minor changes that ends with Vex throwing her hands up in the air at the idea of having to reconfigure the TV camera positions. “They’ll kill me, the techs spent all day yesterday rigging this stuff. Everyone will just have to deal with stepping over some wires to get to the dessert table.”

As soon as she starts walking back towards her office, Kynan catches her. “Um. The caterers need to talk to you.”

That conversation makes Vex see red; she’s raging enough that she doesn’t see Percy walking toward her on the garden path until she’s walked directly into him. “What the - oh!” She blinks up at him. “Hello …”

“Everything okay?” he asks, his fingers circling her wrists. Her traitorous brain flashes back to the way those same fingers looked wrapped around his cock, and she feels heat rise into her cheeks. “I was looking for you, your assistant told me you were over here …”

Then her brain catches up to her. “Fuck! Your family is here already? I’m not even dressed, I was going to go back to my office and change but then the fucking caterers decided to throw a diva fit.” When he releases her, she rubs her eyes. “Oh god, is this over yet?”

“Calm down,” he says. “Vesper and I came early. She’s doing a walk-through of the seating arrangements with your assistant. Mom won’t be here for another hour or so.” Percy gives her a small, comforting smile. “Everything looks good over there. Trust me.”

Vex relaxes, just a bit. “Oh good. I’m so not ready to meet your mom yet.”

“You’re going to be fine, I promise.” He smiles, and Vex finally takes him in - he’s dressed in an impeccably fit blue suit, his white hair slicked back from his face, a gold pocket square decorating his chest, the color matching the subtle stripes in his tie. He looks amazing … and yet, her mind overlays his image with that of him sitting naked in his office chair, sweaty and wrecked. Which is absolutely not the image she needs in her head right now. “Is there anything I can help with?” he asks.

“No, no, you’re a guest today, and we’re doing fine.” She takes a deep breath. “We’re doing fine,” she repeats. “The caterers will do their job, because they want to impress the prime minister. And if they try to shake me down for more money again afterwards, I will make sure no one in local event planning ever hires them again. It’ll be okay.”

“Yes, it will.” They stand there staring at each other for a long moment - gods, she can’t think about him right now, she’ll go mad. But she can’t stop staring, not until he scratches his head and laughs. “Okay, you have things to do, I won’t keep you any longer.”

On a whim, Vex goes up on her toes and kisses him on the cheek. The contact feels like an electric jolt. “Thank you, Percy,” she says. Then she flees, before she’s tempted to do something stupid, like make out with him in the garden while she has a million things to do.

She heads through the back hallways to get to her office - no matter how many assurances Percy might give her, she doesn’t want to see Vesper today until she’s fully presentable. Her dress is hanging on her office door; a simple blue dress, comfortable and unobtrusive, one that will help her blend in with the crowd without being mistaken for one of the very rich attendees. Her low heels are the kind she can run in without twisting her ankle, and she’s able to put her hair up in a decent braided style even without her brother’s help, thank you very much. A bit of makeup, a spritz of fragrance to try to counteract the sweating she’s likely going to be doing very soon, and voila, she’s ready for the day.

With a deep breath and a couple of silent affirmations, Vex heads out to the garden to face the party.

Percy has a problem, and her name is Vex. This is nothing new, of course, but if Vesper notices how much he’s watching Vex make her way back and forth across the garden - instead of giving his full attention to the random rich people she made him sit with for the day - it will be an even bigger problem than usual. Luckily, he’s got some practice making inane small talk without really paying attention. (It’s a necessary skill when your mother is a politician.) So he lets his eyes continue to follow Vex whenever he can. She’s wearing a knee-length dark blue dress that shouldn’t be anything special, but Percy can’t help but notice the way the fabric clings to her hips as she walks. But aside from that, he sees a side of her he hasn’t yet been privileged enough to see - the professional, the incredibly competent woman who gets the sound system working again with one ten-second phone call, who jumps in to serve mimosas to a table when one of the wait staff is stuck helping another guest figure out the drink menu, whose expression doesn’t change from the pleasant smile she’s been wearing for the whole party even when she’s obviously listening to Minister Ryndarian complain about something. He can see why Vesper likes her so much - they’re cut from the same cloth, clearly.

Eventually, he tries to pay attention to the people at his table - at the wrong time, apparently, because when he glances back over Vex is striding towards the path to one of the smaller gardens, followed by a party guest who Percy knows he should recognize, but can’t quite place. The carefully blank look on Vex’s face makes Percy’s stomach clench; something’s gone wrong. He’s out of his seat, making excuses to his table mates before he can even think about it. “She’s a professional, she can handle it,” he mutters under his breath, even as he casually makes his way toward the same path. But the look on her face hadn’t struck him as a professional problem. “And maybe you’re just imagining things,” he tells himself.

None of his muttered words stop him from heading deeper into the park, in the direction Vex went.

He treads carefully, and nearly turns back when he doesn’t hear anything as he approaches the next small garden. But then he hears Vex’s voice, coming from behind a patch of trees. “... my job,” she’s saying. “I’ve been working on this party for months.”

“It’s more than a bit embarrassing, Vex’ahlia, to look up and realize that my children are waiting tables at a party for the prime minister.” Oh. Her father. The asshole. Percy’s hand clenches into a fist without thought.

“I’m in charge of the whole damned party, Father. I was serving drinks because some woman at your table was holding up my waiter with questions about the brand of orange juice in the mimosas. Vax is waiting tables because he wanted to help. And quite frankly, it doesn’t matter what we’re doing, it doesn’t concern you at all.”

“It very much concerns me. It’s my reputation on the line, if someone recognizes you and asks me why my children are the help at this event.”

“You have no idea how little I care for your reputation,” Vex says, practically spitting the last word. “But if you’re that worried, tell them we’re not your children. It’s practically the truth anyway.”

“It doesn’t work like that.”

“Oh no? It’s worked like that for the last ten or fifteen years, why can’t it continue? We’re all happier that way.”

“I don’t want - I just wish,” he says, sighing, “that you’d become something better.”

Percy can’t stay silent any longer. He’s not sure if Vex will appreciate the intrusion, but a cold, terrible anger settles into his chest, and he walks around the trees that have kept him hidden. “If you’re looking for someone better than Vex’ahlia,” he says, channeling all the haughty asshole attitude his family name entitles him to, “then I seriously question your judgement, Ambassador.”

Both Vex and her father turn sharply - there’s panic in both their expressions, but after a split second, something slightly warmer comes into Vex’s eyes, and Percy feels his breath even out. “Ah,” Ambassador Vessar says, recovering quickly, “Mr. de Rolo - Percival - my daughter and I -”

“Mr. de Rolo will work,” Percy says coldly. “And I believe you’ll want to return to your seat, my mother’s speech will begin shortly.”

The ambassador looks at him for a long moment, then gives only the slightly glance back to Vex before walking back down the path. Percy and Vex look at each other silently for a long moment, until they can no longer hear his footsteps. Then they both speak at once. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know if -”

“Oh my god, thank you -”

They both stop in mid-sentence. Percy feels himself flush red, Vex lets out a little laugh. “Seriously,” she says. “That was - well, maybe the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me about my father, aside from Vax.”

“He’s an asshole.” The rage is still simmering inside of Percy, but it’s slowly changing to another sort of liquid warmth at Vex’s expression. “I’ve never - I mean, I have my issues with my parents sometimes, but gods, I can’t imagine either of them ever saying anything half as terrible to any of us. I’m sorry you had to hear that.”

“It’s nothing new,” she says, shrugging.

“That just makes it worse.”

“Let’s not talk about it.” She walks over to him, comes up on her toes, and kisses him on the cheek. It’s the second time she’s kissed him today, and each time, the contact has raced straight to parts of his body that really shouldn’t be engaged at his mother’s birthday party. “If your mother’s getting ready to give her speech, it’s later than I thought it was.”

“I may have exaggerated the time a little.” Percy grins down at her. “There’s probably a good half hour until that happens.”

Her laugh is bright and clear and everything it feels like he’s ever wanted to hear. “You’re an asshole, and also my favorite.” Then she takes a deep breath, squaring her shoulders. “But I should still get back to the party. Oh! Wait, were you looking for me for something in particular?”

“No,” he has to admit. “I just … well, I saw you walking back here, and you didn’t look very happy. It may have been none of my business - it probably was none of my business - but I couldn’t … I mean …” He stumbles over his words, knowing how stupid they sound, given how little time they’ve known each other in real life.

Vex’s smile softens; it makes Percy’s heart do a little flip in his chest. “Thank you,” she says. “Really. That means a lot.”

They stare at each other for a moment, before Percy rubs the back of his neck. “Ah. We should probably get back, anyway. Vesper will kill me if she notices I’m gone.”

“And I need to make sure nothing is on fire anywhere.” Vex brushes unseen debris off her dress. “This is almost over. I just need to get through the speech and dessert,and everything will be fine.”

“Everything is fine. Trust me.” Percy pauses, then smiles. “You look fantastic today, by the way.”

She visibly brightens at the compliment. “Oh! Thank you, darling!”

Percy blushes. She’s used the endearment online many times, but there’s something about hearing it when she’s right here - gods, he’s in bad shape where she’s concerned. He tries to cover his reaction by gesturing to the path. “After you.”

They go their separate ways when they rejoin the party; Percy sits back down at his table and starts a superficial conversation with a woman he knows came from Emon just for his mother’s event. He loses track of Vex as the meal winds down. When his mother gets up and starts speaking at the small podium built on the east side of the garden, he gives her his full attention. She’s a good speaker - she has to be, to keep her position for so many years. And she sounds genuinely touched to see so many people here - she probably is, because despite the fact that she knows a lot of this is for politics, his mother is the kind of person who recognizes and appreciates those who show up for more than political gain. And the others, well, they won’t recognize that the prime minister’s smiles for them are a bit sharper than they are for others.

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danger-xylophones · 4 years ago

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The Mand’alor’s Gambit (Maul x reader)

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Warnings: she/her, references to the reader being shorter than Maul, arranged marriage, I gave the reader a last name, Maul being an asshole, first meeting awkwardness, a lot of misunderstandings going on because Maul does not know how to be nice, me fucking with Manda-lore, Almec being a shitty dad,

Summary: Although the transition of power from Kryze to Vizsla to Maul was nearly seamless, dissenters in the Prime Ministers court have begun to call into the question the validity of Maul’s reign. In a desperate bid to save himself from Maul’s wrath, Almec encourages Maul to marry his daughter, the Governor of Concordia and the head of clan Dion, so the sith would be a part of a clan and thus have a valid claim to the throne. However, Maul underestimated the ferocity of a Mandalorian scorned.

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“The new mand’alor is a sith.” You choked, the piece of nuna you had been pensively chewing whilst reading over a long list of what had to be done tomorrow shot into the back of your throat which caused you to hack and cough. Your advisor, the one who had delivered the news in such a tactful way, looked on in amusement from a chair to your right as you smacked your chest as if it would help. Finally, you reached for the cup of water you’d barely touched throughout dinner and took a hearty sip. As you regained your senses, Chara continued to pour over the datapad you had handed to her, head resting on one hand she had propped on the long table.

“What?” You finally croaked out.

“The new mand’alor is a-”

“I heard that part. What do you mean? Wasn’t it just taken over by Vizsla?”

“Yeah.”

“And now there’s a sith on the throne?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh, kriff off, Mandalore.” You groaned.

“That’s what I thought too!” Chara sighed back, equally fed up with the rapidly changing policies that had come out of the main planet within the past few months. Between corruption and the presence of Jedi and Republic senators, you should’ve seen a sudden shift in leadership coming. But this was just annoying. “Oh, and your father messaged you,” she paused long enough to wave the datapad towards you, “wants you to visit.”

That caught your attention. “He’s out of jail then? How soon?”

“Says tomorrow preferably. He’s apparently the Prime Minister again and he wants you to keep Concordia.” Chara began to explain in a droning voice.

“So he wants me to meet the new mand’alor face to face.” You concluded. “What’s their name?”

“His name’s Maul.” Chara tossed the datapad to you before getting to her feet and moving to clear your plates away. “You going?”

“Do I have a choice?” You shot back as your eyes skimmed over the message from your father. “I’ll leave tomorrow, after my meeting.”

“I’ll make sure your ship’s fueled and your beskar’s shining.” The brunette hummed as she leaned over your shoulder to grab your plate and cup before moving towards to sink. “Want me to come with?”

“Of course, I’m gonna need all the support I can get when dealing with a sith.”

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For having switched rulers three times in the past two weeks, Sundari Palace hadn’t changed much from the last time you visited. Except, of course, for the burn marks and broken glass littering the main entrance. But, the cleaning staff was already putting in one of the many windows needing to be replaced when you arrived.

Upon approaching the main door you were stopped by fully armored Mandalorians - the ones that had acknowledged Maul’s right to rule instead of defecting like Lady Bo-Katan and the Night Owls - who took one look at the green and gold beskar protecting yourself and your comrade before giving a slight bow. “Governor Dion, Advisor Perse,” one of the taller ones greeted you, “Prime Minister Almec is inside.”

“Is Lord Maul here?” Chara asked from behind you.

“He is.” Without the need for further discussion, the Death Watch member stepped aside, signaling for their fellow clan members to do the same, and the doors opened.

True to their word, your father was indeed inside. And so was the new mand’alor. You did not expect him to be alien. Seated on the throne was a red and black zabrak who sat with one leg propped up on the seat and the other planted firmly on the last step beneath him. His arm was draped over his knee and in his hand dangled the hilt of the dark saber in a taunting display of power, as if daring one of you to come take it. His head was turned towards Almec at his left who stood tall and proud with his hands clasped behind his back. It seemed you had entered at an inopportune time because, even from so far away, you could see that Maul’s mouth was open as if mid-word. Slowly, he shut his mouth and turned his head towards you. You froze, a chill shot up your spine. Because even through the dark tint of your visor that obscured the configuration of your face Maul’s eyes still met yours.

“Ah, Y/n!” Almec’s voice cut through the strange tension that had settled between yourself and Maul. With a subtle shake of your head, you approached the throne. When you were about seven feet from the throne you reached up and removed the green and gold helmet and kept it at your hip as you spoke.

“Greetings, I received your summons, Prime Minister.” You nodded to your father although your eyes kept darting to the sith lord on the throne. Now that you were closer to him you could make out more of his profile. His face was triangular, sporting a small but sharp jawline, prominent but not striking cheekbones, and a stern furrow to his brow. His skin was decorated in a series of interconnecting lines and diamonds and he had a crown of horns as all zabraks do. “I hope I did not come at an inopportune time.”

“Not at all.” Maul’s voice was...not what you were expecting either. Low and seductive, it pulled your focus to him entirely like a hand on your chin being used to turn your head. It commanded your attention without demanding it.

Again, you were struck silent as Maul peered down at you. “My lord,” Again, your father’s voice was the only thing to make it stop. Maul’s attention was immediately diverted back to him as the blond man carefully made his way towards you. “May I introduce Governor Y/n Dion of Concordia, head of clan Dion and my daughter.” Almec finished his introduction by clapping his hand on your shoulder.

Somehow you managed to find your tongue again. “I am honored to meet you, ner mand’alor.” You bowed at the waist, one hand crossing over your abdomen as you did so while the other kept your helmet secured. Maul hummed in acknowledgment. Upon rising again, you gestured behind you to Chara. “And may I introduce my Advisor, Chara Perse, also of clan Dion.” Chara stepped forward to be more visible before bowing as you had. “We are at your service, my lord.”

“I am pleased to see you recognize the position you are in, Governor.” Maul began again in that smooth, alluring voice. It made your skin prickle. “Prime Minister Almec speaks highly of your capabilities as a leader. I trust,” he lingered on the word as if testing each letter out while his eyes returned to you scanning, searching for something on your person, “that you will not disappoint me.”

His words sent a sort of primal fear you as a Mandalorian were unfamiliar with coursing through you. For a moment you did not doubt that disappointing him would lead to a fate worse than death. “I understand, Lord Maul.” You met his gaze, keeping yours even and calm to hide the sudden urge to escape.

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“Well, he’s certainly something.” Chara huffed as she tossed her helmet on the bed. Her short brown hair was tousled from the helmet and it only worsened when she carded her hand through it.

“Agreed.” You hummed back as you peeled out of your armor. Your father had requested you remain in the Sundari Palace for a few days to, as he had said, familiarize yourself with the temperament of the new ruler. In truth, you knew he wanted you to ingratiate yourself to him and his brother who you were yet to meet. Regardless, your father had offered to give you a tour of Sundari Palace today and you were happy to stay if only for the chance to run around your home planet again. You were tempted to leave your beskar on but Chara raised a good point that it might come across as a threat to Lord Maul or Lord Savage.

So, instead, you donned a gold and green tunic, symbolic of your clan and in no way able to be misconstrued as a threat. Chara would stay in her armor though. “I think he likes you.” The brunette chirped once you’d pulled the tunic over your head. You scoffed. “I’m serious, vodu, cuun mand’alor couldn’t take his eyes off of you.”

“He might not have been able to take his eyes off of me but he still threatened us.” You explained as you pulled your boots on.

“I’m sure he threatens everyone-”

“And he probably has to stare at them to intimidate them too.” You brushed past your advisor and left the room to meet your father in the courtyard. Chara stayed hot on your heels. She was trying to make more arguments as to why Maul liked you but you had been tuning her out as you led the way towards the courtyard, hopeful you had accurately recalled the way from your days in the palace as a little girl.

“Who is that?” The first question in a sea of statements brought your attention back to her. You paused and followed her gaze. Out through a window you had just passed that overlooked the courtyard you were heading to was your father and a monstrously tall yellow zabrak. Your jaw dropped ever so slightly because Almec had to crane his neck up to look at him.

“That would be my brother.” You did not have time to think about the owner of that voice. Your instincts had already taken over. On a dime, you spun around, pulled your arm back and sent your fist flying forward.

Right into Maul’s face.

He fell backward, hand coming up to cup the left side of his face, and looked up at you with the most bewildered look you’d ever seen on a person.

And you panicked. “Ner mand’alor!” You took a knee next to him and offered a hand to help him to his feet. “Apologies, you startled me. I swear I didn’t mean to...” You could feel your throat beginning to close up as the full weight of your gut reaction settled over you. “punch...you.”

“As I assumed, Governor.” He began in that low smooth voice. The sith ignored your offered hand and instead staggered to his feet on his own, prompting you to rise in time with him. On the one hand, you felt bad for having punched your leader in the face but on the other hand, he should have known better than to sneak up on a Mandalorian. “You did not strike me as stupid enough to attack your rightful ruler.” He lingered on each word as he had in your first meeting as if weighing each one individually. But Maul did not look you in the eye as he spoke this time. His gaze was focused off to the side as he gave his jaw an experimental wiggle.

And you didn’t seem dumb enough to approach a Mandalorian while their back is turned. You kept that bit to yourself though, settling to allow only a minute twitch of your mouth to show your annoyance. “You said that the zabrak in the courtyard is Lord Savage, yes?” Instead of lingering on the, frankly, awful situation, you moved right along. “I think that my advisor and I will introduce ourselves to him.” With a final nod to the mand’alor, you grabbed Chara’s wrist (who surprisingly had stayed silent this whole time) and tore out of the area.

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You hated Maul. Simple as that. He was infuriating.

In the three days you’d been at Sundari you’d managed to get in two fights with him (verbal sparring matches, yes, but fights nonetheless), he’d insulted you and Concordia no more than three times, you’d punched him again after he snuck up on you again, and, to top it all off, he’d accused you of being sympathetic somehow to both Satine Kryze and Pre Vizsla.

To say you wished he would trip down the steps of the throne and die on his own saber would be a bit of an understatement.

Lord Savage, however, wasn’t nearly as bad. In fact, you actually rather liked the interactions you had with him. They were mostly formal and stiff but occasionally one of you would crack a joke that led to hours-long conversations about whatever came to mind. Savage was a breath of fresh air. Unwise in the way of politics, Savage’s questions often surrounded Mandalore itself - questions about holidays, traditions, customs. It was comforting to know that you could at least get along with 2/3 of the people in charge of Mandalore.

Today was your final day on Mandalore and you couldn’t have been happier to be returning to Concordia, well out of reach of Maul’s detestable presence. There was one good thing that had come out of this visit though; Maul had agreed that it was best for you to keep Concordia. Whether it was out of the nearest thing to good will he could muster or sheer laziness and a general disregard for the forest moon, you didn’t care. Regardless, that meant that you got to attend council meetings as a representative. Like the meeting you were sitting in on today.

You were seated next to the woman in charge of Mandalore’s banks, and you’d long forgotten her name, while the other Mandalorians idly chit-chatted amongst themselves about the rapid changes the planet had seen. You gathered that they were all instated under your father’s new reign as prime minister with you being the only holdover from Satine’s rule. It was odd. And it meant that you were left out of their conversation.

At the moment you were picking at a rogue thread in your coat, listening with one ear to how the new radio silence with the rest of the galaxy had been affecting trade. Maul was running late to his own meeting. Your father was standing on the left side of the throne again with his hands behind his back looking a special mix of bored and on edge.

“-don’t understand why we must bow to him.” The man, you should really learn their names, farthest from you who had been talking about trade suddenly caught your interest.

“Because he has the dark saber.” The woman you were seated next to explained in a voice that conveyed that this was an obvious thing.

“But he isn’t Mandalorian.” The man shot back. Your head raised as the string was abandoned.

“One need not be from Mandalore to be Mandalorian.” Someone else piped up.

“But they do need to be a part of a clan.” A different woman sneered across the room at the much older, bearded man that had spoken up. “As far as I’m concerned, Maul’s reign should be void because of that.”

Then wouldn’t Satine’s reign also be void? She certainly didn’t carry the dark saber. Vizsla did though. Speaking of - whatever happened to the duchess? Quickly to not be noticed, you glanced at the large portrait of the former ruler. Why was Maul leaving it up?

Your thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of none other than the lords themselves and a hush fell over the councilors. The woman in particular who had spoken so boldly about Maul’s rule shifted in her seat uncomfortably but she still held her head high in defiance.

Interesting. You thought to yourself as you couldn’t help but peer at the two dissenters. At the clearing of Maul’s throat, your attention shifted to the zabrak who lounged on the throne. He was looking right at you.

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“Leaving so soon, ad?” You paused in packing up the meager belongings you had brought with you when your father appeared in the doorway to your borrowed room.

“I’m afraid so, buir. Concordia’s not going to govern itself.” With a sigh and a shrug you turned to face him.

“No, I suppose it won’t.” He conceded with a bow of his head. “I presume that Chara already left?”

“Yep, this morning while I was in the meeting.”

“A pity. She didn’t even say goodbye.”

“You know she’s just like that. Plus, she was eager to get away from Lord Maul.” You explained in a careful voice, mindful that there was always the chance of being overheard.

Your father raised an eyebrow at that. “I’ll admit that he is an...adjustment but I thought my niece would be a bit more patient with him.”

“Chara has never been patient, father, you know that.” He smiled at the inside joke for a moment and you were struck by the sudden thought that aside from when you first walked into the throne room, your father hadn’t smiled the entire time you were here. “Buir,” you began hesitantly, “Are you alright?”

He didn’t meet your eye when he began to speak. “If,” he sighed, “if I may be blunt with you, ad’ika, no.” Without elaborating just yet, he strode into the room and took a seat on the edge of the bed so he could be close to eye level with you. He held his hands out towards you in a gesture reminiscent of when you were a child and he would open his arms to invite you in for a hug upon returning home from the palace. You stepped forward and gently placed your hands in his. “I’m afraid that the discussion you heard before the meeting is not a new one.”

“Which discussion?”

“The one regarding the...” he paused for a moment and looked to the floor as if searching for the right word, “validity of Maul’s reign.”

“I don’t understand why. He won the darksaber from Vizsla, correct? Why would it matter whether or not he belonged to a clan?” You tilted your head at your father as you spoke.

He sighed again, a noise that sounded like it came from deep within his bones, as he got to his feet. “Walk with me, ad.” He released your hands as he made his way towards the door, trusting that your curiosity would take over. He began to lead you towards the courtyard again (you were quickly discovering that it was still his favorite place to be) in silence. It was a silence he would use when you were younger, when he was thinking carefully about what he had to say after you’d done something he or your mother had disliked. It made you weirdly tense. “For so long,” you nearly jumped out of your skin when he began speaking, “the mand’alor belonged to a clan of some sort.” He paused as two Mandalorians with red painted armor strolled past. “Or if they weren’t, they were native to the system in some way. So, it never came up.” The two of you rounded a corner and found yourselves leaving the palace into a section of the courtyard you’d discovered on your tour the first day you’d arrived. A garden. “Now that our ruler isn’t human, the people are looking for any way to undermine him without directly challenging him.”

“Dangerous nonetheless.” You interjected just to assure him you were still listening.

“Extremely. But not just for them.” Almec finally stopped walking and took a seat on an old bench. You remained standing a few feet in front of him.

“What do you mean?” You couldn’t help but furrow your brow and cross your arms as you peered down at the aging man.

“When Maul instated me as Prime Minister, I promised I would begin curating my administration immediately.” Almec began to explain. “I put all of those councilors there including yourself. And Maul said that he would...,” he paused for a minute as if the words he was about to say were damning in themselves, “hold me responsible for their failures.”

A spike of unease shot through you on behalf of your kin. “I see.”

He nodded. “I’m sure you can imagine why whispers of dissent can pose a threat.”

“Is...” you paused. There was sense of dread threatening to over take you that you couldn’t explain. “Is there anything I could do to help?” Despite your unease though you still asked.

Almec’s face fell at the question as if he had expected it but still dreaded it nonetheless. He looked pained. “That...well, that brings us to the very reason I invited you here.” You pulled a face, head tilting in interest. “I...I promised Lord Maul I would find a way to silence the dissenters...They sighted that because he is not native to our system and not part of any clan that he should not be allowed to rule. While there is nothing I can do about the first, I can do something about the second if you are willing.”

If I’m- “What do you mean?” You asked tentatively, already having a vague idea.

“You are the head of a rather notable clan and you are single-”

You could feel the blood draining away from your face at the sudden realization. “Buir, you aren’t serious?” He didn’t meet your eye. “You can’t be!” You took a step closer, the urgency in your voice growing in time with your desperation to be assured this was a poor attempt at a joke. “You know how important marriage is to not just me but our people. And you would ask me to betray everything I know - to marry someone I do not want to be with - for the sake of politics!?” You didn’t care that your voice had raised quite significantly or that you were getting in his face at this point - all respect you had had for the prime minister was draining away by the second.

“Y/n, please ner ad’ika, please just hear me out.” Almec shrunk down to escape the steadily rising anger you knew was apparent on your face.

“No.” You huffed, arms crossing over your chest as you began to fume. “I can’t believe you. I thought - I knew that-!” Suddenly, a frustrated scream tore its way out of your throat as you started to pace, your frustration at the situation you were suddenly being forced into bubbled over like lava out of a caldera.

“Y/n,” Almec tried again, “Please, listen. Maul offered, in return, to name you the queen of Mandalore and-and,” he stuttered when you turned on your heel to glare at him, “he promised to send more sufficient funding to the forest restoration project on Concordia.”

“And?” You probed whilst taking a threatening step forward.

“He promised to restore our family name.”

You stilled. That last one did sound the most enticing. Almec had been many things over his life and many more whilst being your father and a member of clan Dion. And in that time, he’d done as much to enrich the clan as he had to sully its name. Namely, during his stint as the Prime Minister under Satine Kryze and his ventures with the black market. Ever since then, clan Dion had never been viewed the same. It was a miracle you had even been allowed to keep your position as Governor of Concordia following the whole damn thing. Left and right you were accused of being as corrupt as your father. You’d spent weeks slaving away in the council, swearing fealty to the duchess, proving you were Mandalorian at heart, and that you would only ever act in the interest of your people. But that had only ever cleared your name - not your clan’s. But still, if word got out that you had married the mand’alor in a bid to clear your name and secure his right to rule, wouldn’t that just make you look more corrupt?

“Ad?”

You left without another word to Almec.

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Back in your room, you had long since given up neatly packing away all of your things. Now, you were just throwing them into your suitcase and pretending you weren’t angry at yourself for even showing up at the Palace - no, for even defending Almec’s place in the clan. Chara was right. You should’ve disowned him when you had the cha-

“Am I...interrupting anything?” You startled, the coat you had wadded up went flying out of your hands. For a moment all you could do was sigh before slowly turning around and hide your annoyance at the appearance of the last person you wanted to see.

“No, Lord Maul,” you tried to keep your voice even as you spoke, “you aren’t.” The new mand’alor was standing tall in the doorway, hands behind his back, and face set in his normal scowl. But his head was tilted just slightly to the side in curiosity. You remembered yourself and moved to bow at the waist again but he stopped you.

“There is no need for that, Governor.” His voice was calm for once. Normally whenever Maul spoke you would get the sense that you were in danger in some way. Now, he seemed almost kind. “Prime Minister Almec informed me that he spoke to you regarding my...proposal.”

Some proposal. You kept the thought to yourself.

“Your thoughts are louder than you know, Governor.” Maul continued and for a brief second you thought he smiled at the shocked look that tugged at your face. “I am aware that this is not traditional but I am not a traditional ruler.” The facade of diplomacy melted away in an instant. His scowl somehow grew sterner, darker as he spit out the words.

You could only stare, trying to discern if he was threatening you once again and what your chances were of annoying him enough to just let you leave. Slim, but worth it if it worked. “Why me?” His face changed to a more confused glower. “There are plenty of unmarried heads of more prominent clans,” you took a few steps toward him, eyes probing for any reaction besides the growing intrigue in his yellow - gold - eyes, “why me?”

You were close to him now, only a foot or so between you. Close enough now to see the somber glow in his odd colored eyes. He gave nothing away. “You intrigue me.”

“How? We’ve barely spoken.” And the few times we did, I was normally apologizing for punching you in the face.

Maul tilted his head at you again. “I read the reports on all of the work you’ve done. Plus, Almec speaks of you quite often.” He paused and you wondered if he was waiting for a response. “I find you to be a completely competent leader. One that has proven herself over and over again to be shrewd and firm but with enough diplomacy in her to balance out or even silence those who would try to undermine her rule.” He stepped forward, dramatically decreasing the polite space you’d been trying to maintain. Your gaze did not leave his despite the instinct to look away from him. “You would be a perfect fit for the queen of Mandalore.” He held his hand out. “And I would demand nothing else from you other than your unwavering loyalty.”

For a moment, you looked away from his face to his outstretched hand. He was wearing gloves, black gloves to match the rest of his attire, that obscured his skin. It made you wonder, briefly, if his hands were tattooed or if they had callouses from years of wielding the red saber permanently clipped to his hip. Those hands that had single-handedly ended years of Mandalorian tradition, uprooted the way the planet was run, and strangled any hope of a peaceful existence outside of the Jedi’s influence. Once they knew a sith lord sat on the throne of Mandalore, there would no doubt be retaliation and subsequent ruin. You had the potential to be a shield. If you were named the ruler of Mandalore, at least by virtue of being married to the mand’alor, you could protect your home system from further Republic scrutiny at least for a time. There could be a new golden age for Mandalore. Your people could freely return to the traditions you had all forfeited when clan Kryze ruled. Or, the Republic could choose to violate thousand year-old treaties and you could find yourself on the wrong side of history. So, then it would be better to refuse him outright. You could go back to Concordia and continue to carve out a respected name for yourself and your clan. It would be difficult with Almec returned to public eye and the rumors that would undoubtedly spread after your visit to the Sundari Palace. But it would be doable. Should the Republic invade, your clan could choose to survive rather than be doomed to be annihilated. Or, Maul could decide that you were a loose end.

You looked at his face one more time, studying the intricate tattoos that decorated his deep red skin. But you were drawn to his eyes and their ominous gold glow and the bleeding ring around his iris. For a moment though, you did not feel threatened. You could see the scheming sith you associated him with but you could also see something else far more vulnerable. Someone else who was running from something yet hellbent on proving to the galaxy that there was nothing he feared. He wanted your loyalty for political reasons, yes. But something told you there was another layer to his demand. Finally, you loosed your tongue. “You mean to say, ‘in exchange for my name’.”

He faltered. “What?”

“You will name me queen in exchange for my name.” You pressed him, even taking a step forward to try and intimidate him.

He didn’t step back. “I fail to see-”

“You fail to see why I am making this distinction because you do not understand the weight of what you have asked of me.” You stepped forward again, coming almost nose to nose with the horned man. “You have asked to take my name, to join my clan, and became Lord Maul of Clan Dion. You have asked me to betray thousands of years of tradition to give you the highest honor I can give you all for the sake of your image.” Each word was carefully articulated, the consonants crisp as you tried to convey the severity of the situation to him. “My allegiance and loyalty are one thing, Maul. My name is different.” You began to walk forward and with each step you took, Maul took a step backward. “I pledged my loyalty to you on my first day here, mand’alor, so I will not make the same promise twice. And by extension you have the loyalty of my clan. That should be enough for you but since you are intent on having more I will say this:” you were in the doorway now with Maul standing in the middle of the hallway, “You have my loyalty, Lord Maul, but you will have to earn my name.”

You shut the door with a deafening slam.

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officalroyalsofpierreland · 3 years ago

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If You Could See Me Now

Chateau de Monet, San Simon, Pierreland | 9pm

TW: Racism, Guns, and death. Readers discretion is advised.

Katalina: Oh Mamma...I wish you were here...especially to meet mera betee...tumhaare naam par maan (my daughter....named after you mamma)

Years ago in the past...when Katalina was 10 years old

Katalina's childhood home, Windensen

Aisha Sepulveda: You are going to do great today in your play mera betee....hmmm? You look nervous mi hija[my daughter]? What's wrong?

Young Katalina: What if I mess up Mamma? And they laugh at me?

Aisha: Then you take a deep breath and keep going...everyone messes up sometimes...Even me-

Young Katalina: Really Mamma? But you're important! You're in Parliament!

Aisha: and plenty of people mess up there too. We're human, we make mistakes.

Young Katalina: Even Papi?

Aisha[chuckling]: Especially Papi

Marcos Sepulveda[from the kitchen]: I HEARD THAT!

[Young Katalina giggles]

Aisha: YOU WERE MEANT TO!

Young Katalina: Promise You'll make it this time Mamma?

Aisha: I promise, it's all blocked off on my calendar. Save me a good seat okay?

Young Katalina: Okay!

Aisha: Now let's make sure Papi's ready to go otherwise you're gonna be late to school!

Hours later

Aisha: Yes Marcos, I'm on my way...I just left something for Kat in my desk so I had to turn around....see...I'm not the only one who forgets something! Oh...and Katalina forgot her costume...Katalina Aisha I thought I told you to-

???: Member Sepulveda!

Aisha: I need to go you two....be quick so Katalina doesn't get in trouble!

Aisha: Ahh Mr. Hayes! I thought you finished your internship last week!

Hayes: yes but I watched todays session I saw your speech for calling for Oderian and Paradisian cultures to be classified as protected cultures.

Aisha: Why yes, and the Prime Minister has agreed to hold a vote tomorrow! Isn't it exciting Mr. Hayes to see change finally come to our great Empire?

Hayes: I believe that is where you and I disagree Member Sepulveda...I think that it's a terrible idea...what's next...erasing native Pierrelander culture?

Aisha: Not at all Mr. Hayes, if you recall my speech, it is to protect these two cultures from being wiped out and allowing native Pierrelanders to learn about the places they invaded and the cultures they nearly erased. By no means do I advocate for diminishing native Pierreland culture. I merely want to raise Oderian and Paradisian Culture to be on the same playing field as Native Pierreland Culture.

TW: Below the cut features images of guns, and loss of life, Readers discretion is advised.

Hayes[clicks the gun]: My friends and I disagree....you'll bring this empire down with that nonsense...we warned you Member...

Aisha[gasps]: It was you! You are apart of that group...Revolution! Mark my words Mr. Hayes...your little group will not obtain what you want, we will fight you and your bigotry till it is crushed at the highest levels.

Marcos: Now, let's be quick so we can plant Mamma's surprise in her office!

Young Katalina: Okay Papi!

[A loud BANG goes off]

Marcos: Stay back Katalina...

Young Katalina: But Papi-

Marcos [starts running]: Stay back Katalina Aisha!

Marcos[frantically applying pressure]: Aisha! AISHA! Hang on Meri Rani [my queen]....please.....stay with me Aisha! Oh dear Watcher above-

Young Katalina[running up behind Marcos]: PAPI! MAMMA!

Aisha[barely whispering]: Katalina? Mera betee [she gasps for air] I...love...you...both of you so- [gasping for air again]

Young Katalina: MAMMMA!

Marcos: Aisha? AISHA!

Present Day

David: Meri Rani? [pause for a minute]Katalina?

Katalina[jumps, snapping her out of her flash back]: David... you...you scared me!

David: You should sleep my love....

Katalina[tears welling up]:I can't....I-I-

David: C'mere Kat...

Katalina: Did...Did I do the right thing? Naming our daughter after her....

David: Absolutely Kat...you are strong...your mamma was strong...I want our baby girl to be strong like you both....it's a perfect name

Katalina: I wish she was here Davy....

David: I know...I know..

#officalroyalsofpierreland #story #sim: katalina #sim: david #sim: marcos sepulveda #sim: aisha sepulveda #tw: guns #tw: death #tw: racism

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doyumacy · 4 years ago

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FALLOUT |LH| ONE

*gif not mine

TWO

SUMMARY: You, at such young age made your way in business becoming a successful one. With that a lot of jealousy and rivalry came. Your mother finally convinces you to hire a team of security just in case someone tried to hurt you. And that’s when Donghyuck becomes your personal bodyguard, following you everywhere you go. You don’t mind at all since you find him very entertaining and nice. What you don’t know is that he’s the one that has been hired to keep you close and kill you.

PAIRING: reader x bodyguard!donghyuck

WARNINGS: mentions of jaemin and taeyong. swearing, blood (i’ll let you know when there are parts with blood mentions), smut, violence, angst

WORD COUNT: 2,8K

7 am. Wake up, take a shower, have breakfast and rush to the office. That was your daily routine and you were used to it. But no that morning. You were getting ready to go to your interview with the TIME Magazine. They were working on an article that would be called “Women Under 30 Are Leading the Pack in Entrepreneurship and Innovation.”

4 years ago, you’d wake up around 9, get ready to go to class and have lunch with your friends, but how does time change, right? Now you were a CEO of your own company with no time for your friends or even yourself. It’s not like you hated it, you liked being a CEO and being recognised by your hard work. It made you proud and wanted to show people that if you really want something and if you work hard for it, you’ll get it.

At the main entrance, you were greeted by the staff and one of them guided you to the room where they interviewed you and took some pictures of you.

That wasn’t your first interview, but you couldn’t feel nervous because you wanted to say the right words to encourage other people.

...

“Lia, I will be back in ten minutes. Can you sort this papers out on my desk?“

“Okay, Boss.”

It was a beautiful sunny day and the office was busy as usual. You were reading the contract at the table trying to get some order into them when the door opened. Nobody just walked into your office without knocking, so of course it had to be…

“Hi mom...” you greeted her.

“Hi sweetheart,” she smirked at you. “How are you?”

“I’m great,” you nodded and placed the papers on the table, “what brings you here, mom?”

“I can’t visit my beautiful daughter?” She put her right hand on her chest.

You giggled. “Of course you can, but I’d love you to call me first.”

You stood and walked towards her, hugging her. “You want some coffee? Water?”

“I’m fine, darling. I just had brunch with a friend,” she smiled and sat in one of the chairs in front of your desk. “Speaking of which, she told me something that got me really upset at you.”

“Why?” You frowned and sat in front of her.

“Why didn’t you tell me you’re getting death threats, (Y/N)?” She looked at you.

You sighed. “Because they don’t matter. You know I don’t pay attention to that. It’s pointless.”

“We’re not talking about hate comments, (Y/N). Someone is threatening you with killing you.”

“Mom, you don’t have to w-“

“Of course I can, and I will. That’s why I contacted an old friend who used to be the Prime Minister’s bodyguard. He’s gonna meet you tomorrow,” she informed you.

“Tomorrow I can’t, I have a meeting.”

“Then you better make some space or you’ll be seeing me here everyday,” your mom smiled. “This is serious. I don’t want anything bad to happen to you. You’re my baby.”

“I can take care of myself, mom. Please, I don’t want a full team of bodyguards,” you sighed.

“You will only have 2 and you won’t even notice they’re there,” she said and placed a hand on yours. “Please.”

You stared at her for a couple of seconds and then sighed, nodding. “Okay, fine. But it’s temporary.”

“We’ll see about that.”

Later that day, after going home you went to the supermarket to get some groceries and went home. You loved cooking, but you weren’t exactly the tidiest when it came to prepare your delicious meals.

After you ate, you checked your email and realised that your mom’s friend had sent you a file with the two people that would be working with you. Somehow you expected an army of people and that annoyed you, but you thought you could with two people. You didn’t even bother to check the profiles since you knew what their work would be.

You closed your laptop and went to your bedroom. Sometimes you thought your life was boring because you barely talked to someone else. Your last relationship didn’t end well and you were still a little bit hesitant to know someone else. Or scared.

And friends? You didn’t have many, but Lena, Taeyong and Jaemin were always there for you. And so were you.

You knew Lena since you were a toddler, your mother was good friends with her parents and you two got along very well. You met Taeyong in high school when you were trying to find the science room and since he was a senior, he helped you. Everyone used to think Taeyong and you dated, but in fact, you never loved Taeyong that way. You saw him as your older brother and he as his younger sister. And last but not least, you met Jaemin through Taeyong.

At first both of you didn’t get along well since he was all an extrovert and didn’t quite understand you were a little introverted, but he with time understood and stopped forcing you. Then you became the crackheads of the group, always laughing and going out and sometimes getting drunk.

You loved college days.

And love? You met Jaehyun during your first year of college, he was in your economics class and you couldn’t help yourself falling for him. He was charming, funny and so handsome.

Jaehyun was your first everything: your first love, your first boyfriend, your first kiss and the first guy that broke your heart.

You two dated for almost 2 years, but ended when he told you he didn’t love you anymore and didn’t want to hurt you and left.

Months after that, you took the opportunity to go as an exchange student to Japan where you met Yuta. You were never a thing, but both of you had feelings for each other but never went official since you would stay there only for 6 months.

You came back to Korea and graduated, and had no time for love since you were too busy starting your business. But Yuta would come on business trips to Korea sometimes and meet you.

But the last time you saw him was a year ago.

The next morning, a tall man showed up to your office holding a black folder. Everything about him was intimidating and you knew he was your mom’s friend.

“Good morning, Miss (Y/L/N). I’m Kim Hyunwoo,” he extended his hand.

“Hi,” you greeted and you shook hands with him. “Yeah, I’ve heard about you. Please sit.”

“Thanks,” he said and sat in one of the black chairs in front of your desk. “I sent you an email yesterday, did you read it?”

“I saw it, but didn’t read it. Sorry,” you apologised.

“It’s okay, that's why I brought this,” he placed the black folder on the desk and tossed it to you. “These are the files of the people that will be working with you.”

“Why is it important to check them out? I mean, they’ll be around me 24/7.”

“Because I want you to know their abilities and their tasks.”

You sighed and grabbed the folder opening it. You saw the first man around his 30’s, no emotions showed in his face. Kang Sungho. According to his file he was specialised in driving and trained in evasive driving techniques, such as executing short-radius turns to change the direction of the vehicle, high-speed cornering, and so on.

You passed the next page and saw a picture of a man with tanned golden skin, brown hair and dark eyes. He looked intimidating. He was trained in pretty much everything, from every type of knife to every type of gun.

Impressive.

Suddenly, the door from your office opened and the air left your lungs momentarily when his eyes met yours, dark and calculating. You expected him to offer you a polite smile as most people do, but his face remained in a stern mask. You somehow prayed he wouldn’t be your bodyguard because the less thing you needed was a distraction.

“Miss (Y/L/N),” the voice of your Hyunwoo forced you to switch your gaze to him and you shoot him a questioning look. “This is Lee Donghyuck” the boy nodded slightly in your direction at the mention of his name, “he’s your new personal bodyguard.”

You couldn't help but let your eyebrows raise comically. The world somehow hated you.

“You would not even know I’m here, Miss,” Donghyuck said.

You nodded.

Donghyuck awoke to the steady patter of rain upon his window, droplets yet to scatter the nascent rays of the rising sun. He realised he had awoken up ten minutes before his set alarm, which made him grumble.

He got out of bed and walked to the bathroom, took a cold shower and after that, Donghyuck put on a black pants and before putting the white shirt, he put on a bulletproof vest making him look thicker and then continued with a white interior t-shirt, a white shirt, put on his tie adjusting it and lastly, he slipped on the black jacket.

Donghyuck gave himself a quick look in the mirror and sighed. He placed his hands on the countertop and asked how did he end in that position?

Yes, he was an assassin.

No, he didn't kill women.

But the money he was offered to do so was such a big amount that was almost repulsive. And he needed the money.

Donghyuck had never pretended to be someone else before, he just showed up and took down his task and then left. Now he was stuck with some random woman and follow her until she was in love with him and kill her in the worst way.

What was with people these days? He didn't want to know.

Jeno was already awake and had made breakfast, “you gotta eat well today in case you die protecting your boss,“ he joked and sat down in front of him.

Donghyuck and Jeno had known each other for many years and were roommates. There was kindness in his smile, a good man. He knew what ‘Haechan’ did for a living, but decided to ignore it since he rather thought his friend was also a good man.

Donghyuck rolled his eyes. “I cant believe I'm doing this.”

“You can't still say no, you know?” Jeno looked at him.

“I know, but I need the money,” Donghyuck said and had a sip of coffee, “I will retire after this.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I don't wanna do this anymore,” Donghyuck shrugged.

“Well, then get the job done and get those millions,” Jeno said and then shook his head, “that sounded awful. Ignore it.”

Donghyuck laughed. “Are you sure you don't wanna work with me?”

“One hundred percent.”

…

A perfectly collected black-haired woman, dressed in a skirt under her white knee and a pale pink blouse appeared in the room. "Good morning, you must be Lee Donghyuck, right?" She asked kindly.

"Yes," Donghyuck replied, "Hello, you are....?"

"I'm Yun Somin, Kim Hyunwoo personal assistant," she smiled nicely. “You’re the new bodyguard we hired a few days ago.”

"Nice to meet you,” Donghyuck expressed.

“Please, come with me so I can give you your equipment,“ Somin said.

Donghyuck followed her to a room that was an office painted beige and champagne, and it had only one wall-sized window, which faced the buildings. On the dark brown desk sat a desktop computer, a notebook lying open, and a stack of papers sitting under a turtle-shaped paperweight and there was a swivel chair in the middle of the office. A bookshelf, bursting with books was behind the dark brown desk.

Somin opened a desk drawer and pulled out a black box that contained a small stainless steel knife, a Beretta Px4 Storm and finally a earphone for a walkie-talkie.

Donghyuck put the earphone on his ear and the walkie-talkie on the waist band. He put the gun away by placing it on the waist band as well and the knife inside the inner jacket pocket.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N)’s codename is Sunflower. Whenever you’re public, that’s the name you’ll use,“ Somin informed.

Donghyuck nodded, “Sunflower. Got it.“

Somin opened the door for him and let him in. You were if anything was better looking than Donghyuck expected. Your face told of a leaned body beneath your wintry garb and your expression was serious but not unkind.

You were hot.

Fuck. Donghyuck thought. He was so screwed.

“You would not even know I’m here, Miss,” Donghyuck said.

You nodded and cleared your throat. “Well, let's keep going. We have a long day coming,“You said, walking to the door.

Donghyuck walked behind you and raised his arm above his mouth and spoke into the mic, “Sunflower's going out.“

…

You were the smile, or at least that was what Donghyuck thought of you. Everything about you was a soft and understated joy as you greeted each person at every event. You really cared about the people and their interest and could see in your eyes your uprightness. People loved you and Donghyuck didn't quite understand why someone wanted you dead. Your kindness couldnt be the reason, could it?

“So, Donghyuck, what do you think?”

He turned back to Sungho. “She's different from every shark out there. Yeah, I’ll bet they’re lining up to off her.”

“Well, someone’s been sending some pretty disturbing emails. The NIS can’t pin the guy down.”

“They’ll find them.“ Donghyuck addressed.

The eventful day was over. You all spent the day going to different meetings with several people. You were exhausted but you were happy to see your friend Taeyong, after not seeing him for almost two months.

The black car stopped at a red light and you took the opportunity to take out your phone and reply to some text messages. You realised Donghyuck was looking at you and Donghyuck quickly looked straight ahead. “So, Donghyuck? You have been doing this for so long?”

“Not really, ma’am,“ he responded.

You considered him. He didn’t look like his concept of a bodyguard, big and beefy. He wasn't that tall. Slimy built, with a very attractive face, enigmatic yet intelligent dark eyes and dark hair. “And what did you do before?”

“I… used to train some people at a boxing gym,“ Donghycuk lied.

“Cool,” you smiled. “Maybe you could show me some movements.”

You quickly regretted saying that because of how red your cheeks got. Donghyuck smirked without looking at you.

Upon arriving at the restaurant, Donghyuck got out of the car and opened the door for you and you entered the restaurant with him following you.

"Sunflower's in," He spoke into the mic.

A young woman, with loose hair dressed all in black, took you to the restaurant's private lounge, where Taeyong was already waiting for you.

You hugged your friend and smiled, "The Bahamas suited you."

"Thank you, Woman-Under-30-Leading-the-Pack-in-Entrepreneurship-and-Innovation" Taeyong beamed and looked at Donghyuck, who stood with his back to you right at the glass door, "who is he?"

You looked at Donghyuck and spoke as you sat down, "It's my personal bodyguard."

“Why do you have a personal bodyguard? Did something happen? ” He asked worriedly.

"Don't worry, everything’s fine," you calmed him down and grabbed the menu, opening it.

He sat in front of you and still looked worried, “how do you want me to be calm? Something is going on and you don't want to tell me. "

You smirked a little and shook your head, "really, Taeyong, everything is under control. There’s nothing to be concerned about.“

Taeyong sighed and nodded, "Okay, I will believe in your words."

You smiled satisfied and began to read the menu. Taeyong did the same. Jaemin stood in front of the door of the restaurant's private lounge but Donghyuck prevented him from entering.

"Identify," Donghyuck demanded, looking at him.

"Na Jaemin, owner and chef of this restaurant," he replied, frowning, "who are you?"

Before Donghyuck responded, you opened the door and looked at Jaemin, “I'm sorry, he's my new bodyguard. Lee Donghyuck, all right, he will have dinner with us too. "

Donghyuck nodded, “understood. Enjoy your meal, guys. "

“Thank you,“ Taeyong responded as Donghyuck closed the door.

“I can't believe the two most influential people of Korea are here in my restaurant,“ Jaemin joked as he sat.

You chuckled, “let’s see if it’s as good as people say.“

…

Softly splashing water droplets hit the car windows as Sungho drove onwards. You watched the raindrops race down to the windows. You had been with Taeyong and Jaemin for almost three hours, and now you were on your way to your house.

"Sorry for staying there for a long time, you haven't even eaten," you apologised.

“It’s fine, ma’am. It's our job,“ Donghyuck replied.

“You can call me (Y/N). We’re almost the same age,“ You said

“Even so, you’re my boss. It’s not right,“ he responded.

You chuckled and looked at him in the rearview mirror, "Well, then as your boss, I order it to you."

Donghyuck smiled and you noticed it, “I'll try it.“

#haechan x reader #haechan imagines #haechan smut #donghyuck x reader #donghyuck imagine #nct x reader #nct imagine #nct smut #donghyuck smut

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sasuhinasno1fan · 3 years ago

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The way you had your hair reminds me- Zutara Week Day 1

My second Zutara Week though I hope I can actually finish it this time. I decided I really wanted to do something with Katara doing rhythmic gymnastics so I decided that since most of the prompts fit, I’ll do a sort of Weightlifting Fairy Kim Bok Joo AU. It’s a good kdrama if you’ve never heard of it. trying to fit 16 hour long episodes into 7 days is gonna be interesting. I’ll warn you now and let you know there will be onesided LuTara but for like a day maybe. I haven’t written that day yet so we’ll see. This will end in Zutara happieness, I promise. Anyway, enjoy. Hair

Zuko crawled carefully as he wiped down the windows. Most of his classmates didn’t want him anywhere near an open area, especially with his limited vision but he’d just gotten his bandaged taken off and he wasn’t about to let it hinder him.

Without them on, he didn’t see Mom flinch at the sight of them, though the massive burn wasn’t any better. The fights between his parents weren’t either and Azula’s teasing was starting to be hurtful more than playful. He wanted it all to stop. If he pretended that things were ok, maybe they would be eventually.

“Hey scarface!” Zuko looked over, 3 of his school bullies storming over. He tried not to flinch, already knowing what they were going to yell at him about. They’d been doing it all day. “We lost the race thanks to you!”

Zuko used to be more confident. But after the burns, a few harsh words and he’d start retreating back down into himself. These bullies took advantage of it. During their Sports Day yesterday, Zuko had dropped the baton in the relay race and ran in the opposite direction, away from the bullies yelling at him.

“Mr. Reversal, can’t believe you’re so stupid.”

“You need a walking stick, scarface? Huh?”

Zuko felt one of them shove him and he expected to hit the window frame. Instead, he went flying out the open window. Years later, Zuko would mostly remember him being caught by an older man with darker skin, most likely from one of the Water Tribes, with kind blue eyes, who held him as he burst into tears and two younger children. The boy patted his back, telling him not to worry because his sister would take care of it and the girl screaming up at the bullies from the ground floor. Her long braid swung back and forth as she shook her fists and threatened to do violent things to them. her eyes seemed bluer than her families, like the clearest ocean.

He didn’t know they’d slip back into his life years later. That the little girl who threatened bullies for a boy she didn’t know, would become so much more important to him.

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Zuko unlocked his bike, trying not to feel discouraged. It was hard not to when he’d been disqualified from another competition for having a panic attack. Every time he walked onto the mat, his hearing would go wonky and he’d start seeing double, not to mention his heart beating like it was trying to escape his chest. As a result, he’d always forget to sault his opponent and the referee.

Along with being propositioned to train an up-and-coming fencer to get onto the national Olympic team – which he refused because how was he supposed to help someone when he could even finish a match – all he wanted to do was collapse onto his bed. He could already tell that during training tomorrow, he’d have to deal with snide remarks from Jett. How that guy became captain, he’d never know. He knew if he just beat him in training like always, it would piss him off even more and with the school’s Sports Day coming up, he was not in the mood to do the worst event for the Fencing Department.

He climbed on his bike, adjusting his kit sitting on its place but stopping himself from peddling back to campus when his phone rang.

“What Sokka?”

“So, the results of the match went up. Jett wants to talk to you; says he’s got the prefect thing for you to do to make up for your loss. The rice lifting challenge.”

Zuko had to bite his lip to keep from screaming. The idea of the lifting challenge was to carry as many bags of rice and the industrial size, like the one the school cafeteria ordered and hold it for as long as possible. Usually, the Karate Department would be the one to win, fencing never even coming close.

“I’m not going.” Zuko said, making up his mind.

“What?”

“I’ll hang out at Lu Ten’s office or something, but I’m not going. Not to the crapshot of a meeting or to Sports Day. I don’t care what he threatens me with. I’m only coming back to drop my kit off.”

“Um, well I actually heard Mai was back. Didn’t make it past the preliminaries for the national team I hear.”

This day couldn’t get any worse.

“Screw it, I’m not coming back for the next few days. I’ll be with my uncle if you need me.”

“Wait! Ask Toph to do your event for you. it would put the Weightlifting Department in danger of losing but most of those guys don’t like her anyway. She’d love a chance to get back at them. come back to campus and ask her and then I’ll take you out for lunch. At my dad’s restaurant. You love his marinated salmon.” Sokka said, trying to entice his roommate.

Zuko sighed. “I want two orders. And you’re paying.”

“Done! Get here soon.”

Zuko didn’t bother answering, stowing his phone away and pushing off, heading towards Republic City Sports University.

______________________

Effortlessly, Katara grabbed her back leg and straightened it as she did her pivot. She kept her balance as she came out of it and continued to twirl her ribbon. Her coach nodded.

“Very good. You’ve been practising. Your balance is better. Now I want to see if your fouettés have improved as well. If you want a chance at placing first and getting noticed by our sponsor and qualifying for the national team preliminaries, your routine can’t have any mistakes. Ty Lee, pay attention. I’m testing your fouettés as well.”

Katara looked over at the girl dressed in pink, who was pouting down at her matching hoop, Suki patting her on the shoulder. While Katara and Ty Lee weren’t friends, it was hard to not bond over being singled out by their coach.

Katara stood at the ready, twirling her ribbon as she readied herself when the door burst open.

“Azula!” Ty Lee cried.

Azula Lung was the student with the most sway in the whole school. Her father was the Prime Minister of the Fire Nation and while he didn’t hold much power in Republic City, since all powers were equal, that didn’t mean much at the University. She got the best room, private transport to competitions and rules didn’t apply to her. She could boss around any coach, even though she was in the Karate Department. There’d been rumours that her place was bought, until her first competition where she creamed everyone. She was her department’s ace. In fact, she managed to take the Weightlifting Department’s old gym for the Karate Department, which started a massive feud between them. she was rude and arrogant and somehow, one of Ty Lee’s best friends.

Katara noticed a girl standing next to her. She was dressed in all black, the only colour being the red of her nails. She looked incredibly bored and only looked annoyed when Ty Lee launched herself at her.

“Mai, you’re back!”

“Mai has returned from her qualifying competition for the national team. We’ll be taking Ty Lee with us. Problem?” Azula announced.

“No of course not. Except, Ty Lee, you were supposed to show me your routine for Sports Day? Since you’re our department’s cheerleader.”

Azula scoffed. “Sports Day, waste of time. She won’t be attending. You, blue peasant.” Katara balked at that and narrowed her eyes. “You’ll be taking her place. Problem?”

Katara opened her mouth to say, yes big problem, but all the girls of the Rhythmic Gymnastics Department crowded around her, suffocating her with their hands.

“None at all.”

“Thanks Katara!” Ty Lee said, scooping up her bag and dashing off, Mai following and with a raised eyebrow that spoke of her superiority, Azula leaving as well.

“You can’t argue with her Katara.”

“She’d have you removed from the school. I heard she got a person’s whole family business shut down for pissing her off. Do you want that for your dad?”

“Her dad might be the Prime Minister, but he’s practically a mafia boss.”

Comments like this floated over her head, as well as ones telling her they’d help with making a routine for Sports Day, which was in a few days. All Katara could think about was how completely unfair this all was.

And she let it out too once training was concluded for the day.

“It’s completely insane how she can just lord over them like that!” she said, harshly untangling her hair from its bun.

“Easy, you’re gonna rip your hair out.” Suki said, stopping her from tugging at it more and helping to pull half of it into a bun like she usually wore it.

“She’s a student. A sophomore at that. Where does she get off acting like she’s the greatest thing in the world? Just cause her dad is a Prime Minister? So is mine!”

“I thought Water Tribe issues fell under Yue’s dad’s jurisdiction?” Toph, a member of the Weightlifting Department asked, her hand holding on tightly to her guide dog’s harness. She was just as well known as Azula, due to the fact that she was blind but was still one of the highest climbing Weightlifting competitors at the school. She beat all the senior’s bests within her first month.

“Yeah, only because the South is smaller. That’s not the point! The point is, she does whatever she wants and doesn’t get in trouble for it and it extends to her friends too. I have a competition coming up soon and instead of working on my routines for that, I’m going to be learning choreo for a routine for one of the dumbest traditions of Sports Day.”

“Oh,” Toph said, a massively mischievous smile on her face, “well you won’t think it’s stupid when you hear what I heard. Wanna take a guess as to who’s the Fencing Department’s cheerleader?”

Katara looked over at Toph, who’s smile was growing maniacal. Usually that meant someone was going to get embarrassed as hell. It usually tended to be Sokka.

“Wouldn’t it be one of the girls?”

“Nope.” Toph shook her head, popping her p.

“Is it-?”

“Katara, watch out!”

A guy on his bike and panicked look as he turned the corner, thankfully started the veer off course at the sight of her. She still stumbled over her feet and fell to the floor, her hands pricking in pain as they were scratched. Thankfully though, her jacket took most of the damage. The guy on the other hand, had to shove his bike off his feet, rubbing at his shin.

She took in the pale skin, paler than Toph’s and dark hair surrounding his face. It didn’t stop her from noticing the large burn surrounding his right eye. she noticed that his school jacket was the same one Sokka wore, meaning he was in the Fencing Department.

“You should be more careful.” She meant for it to come out a bit nicer, but the anger from dealing with Azula slipped in.

clearly the guy didn’t enjoy being yelled at as he snapped back. “I didn’t see you.” he seemed to rethink his anger and continued in a calmer voice. “Are you ok?”

ok, now she felt bad about snapping at him. “I’m fine.”

“Oh, what up Sparky?” Toph asked, seeming to brighten as she figured out who almost crashed into them. her guide dog Badger, lead his owner over and with surprising accuracy, Toph punch the guy on the arm.

It was a little scary how well she could do that.

“Stop calling me that.”

“Hey, tell me. Seen his skirt yet? I know he doesn’t shave his legs so please tell me he’s going all out for this.”

The guy sighed. “Thought Sokka told you not to tell anyone.”

“Sokka? He’s the Fencing cheerleader? That’s why he’s been borrowing my hair pins? Those things are expensive.” Katara interrupted.

Toph burst into laughter, clearly enjoying herself while Suki looked thoughtful.

“So that’s why he asked for makeup advice. Suddenly Sports Day is looking a lot more fun.”

“Speaking of which, I’m going back to my room before Jett finds me to let me know my event. Oh, Toph wanna annoying your department?”

“Always.”

“Take my spot for the Rice Lifting event. I’ve dealt with way too much to even put up with Jett today.”

Katara furrowed her brow, wanting to say something about the fact this guy wasn’t going to participate but then she noticed Toph’s smile dropped a little and her punch was definitely softer the second time she hit him.

“Done deal Sparky. Tell your old man I’ll see him later.”

“So who was that?” Suki asked as the guy finally took off.

“Zuko Lung, not related to the royal brat. I go to his old man’s tea house sometimes. He’s Sokka’s roommate apparently.”

“Oh yeah, he’s a pretty good fencer from what I hear. Weird though, I haven’t seen his name in the announcement of students placing.” Suki said.

She had a point. Katara never remembered seeing anything either. She also found it a bit strange Sokka never dragged his roommate to meet the rest of them. there was something about Zuko though that seemed familiar. It was on the tip of her tongue but nothing came to mind. Oh well, for another day then.

“Hey, let’s go find Sokka. Maybe if we catch him off guard, we can get him to agree to let us wax his legs.”

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“I hate you.” Sokka mumbled, hiking his cheerleading skirt up. Katara bit her lip to keep from laughing at the crop top he was in. apparently, he pissed off their department captain by telling him that Zuko wasn’t participating and Toph was taking his place, so his new uniform was worse than his last.

She tossed her braid behind her, trying not to think about how young she must have looked. She had her hair like this when she was younger since it was much easier to put it into a bun. Her own uniform was rather pink for her taste, but Ty Lee basically guilt tripped her into wearing it since it already been bought. She was still annoyed at this, even more so when she found out her new roommate was Mai. The dark and depressing girl was apparently in the Archery Department and Sokka, who’d been in that Department before transferring to fencing, said she was undefeated. Yet she didn’t get past the first round of preliminaries to get onto the national team.

“Hey Sokka!” Aang, a member of the Track and Field Department came bounding over, his own skirt floating around his legs. “Katara, you never told me how much fun a skirt can be. Took me a while to find boxers that weren’t too long but still.”

“I’m glad your having fun Aang. At least someone is.” She said, smirking at Sokka.

“You deal with 3 hours of having your hair ripped out and then come talk to me.” Sokka snapped. “Ugg, I’m gonna kill Zuko. This is all his fault.”

“Wow.” A familiar voice said. Zuko was in casual clothes, carrying a cooler. Next to him was a man, with a squarish face, the same gold eyes and dark hair as Zuko, though his hair was pulled back into a top knot. “See if I bring you anything ever again.”

“You know Jett will kill you if he sees you.”

“He can’t do anything. My uncle called to pull me out for the afternoon. This is work, we’re delivering ice tea for the Fencing and Track and Field Departments. Aang, next time, don’t put your order late at night.”

Aang looked embarrassed. “Sorry. You were already gone when I got back from training. I was going to order for the Rhythmic Gymnastics department, but I know how conscious your coach is about sugars and such.” He said, looking at Katara.

“It’s ok. I’m stealing one though, I deserve the extra sugar for being in this outfit.” She said, walking over to Zuko and opening the lid on the cooler. She noticed he was staring intently at her face.

“What elementary school did you go to?” he asked suddenly.

“Huh?”

“Did you go to Ba Sing Se Preparatory?” he asked.

“Yes?”

“You screamed at those bullies.”

Bullies? Wait. It hit her like a thunderbolt, why he looked so familiar. His burn was a bit more faded but she couldn’t believe he forgot him. He’d been pushed out the window by bullies and her dad, would come to drop off lunch for her and Sokka, managed to catch him before he hurt himself and she’d screamed at the bullies from the floor.

“Holy crap. That was you!” Sokka said, “you had like no hair then!”

“Sokka!” he’d disappeared from class for a few weeks and when he came back his hair was cut so far back that it made his bandages stick out more.

“Yours was in a braid then.”

She was confused for a moment when she realised, he was talking to her. Yesterday her hair had been out but now it was in the same style she had it in as a child.

She’d always wondered what happened to him when Zuko suddenly disappeared for good one day. She’d didn’t think she’d find out now.

#zutara week #zutara week 2021 #weightlifting fairy kim bok joo #AU #rhythmic gymnasit katara #fencer zuko #fencer sokka #weightlifter toph #runner aang

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ririkutai · 4 years ago

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Saeran AE Good Ending Choice Walkthrough

Hello everyone! I’ve decided to share the walkthrough on Tumblr as well, because I received a message about reddit being blocked in some countries! I wasn’t aware! So here! Cheers!

I've since edited the guide to include some the Sad Endings, Bad Endings, Normal Ending, as well as the good ending. Currently this guide sits at 9/10 total endings for Saeran's AE. I've included chat times, save locations, as well as choices. If anyone complies the guide and shares it elsewhere, I'd appreciate a shoutout as this took some time! Feel free to @me anywhere as Ririkutai <3

The way to get Bad Ending 1 is by taking Rika's side and not wanting to leave Saeran's side. The trigger lies somewhere between day 2-3, but I'm uncertain of the specifics.

Cheers!

Day 1:

There are two sad endings on this day!

SAVE HERE! DON'T DO ANYTHING YET!

Time: 00:00 x2

Strange Meeting

· I’ll bring Saeran with me for the meeting

· Let’s save that part until Saeyoung returns

· Saeyoung owns all the rights

· Please be safe, Saeyoung

· I have a bad feeling about this

· Do you think the leader of Mint Eye is related to this?

· Did we, Saeran?

· Saeran, my sweet

· But first, we should discuss how to save…

· Is V still gone?

· Something’s fishy

· Make sure you check V’s luggage!

· Be careful on your way!

· We should keep our eye on V

· Let’s stay alert, Jaehee

· For some reason, I’m kind of uneasy

· What are you doing right now?

· I’m nervous, too

· I hope we can take plenty of pictures in the future

· I love you, too

Story Mode:

· Where is V?

· We never fight. I trust Saeran (Saeran Heart)

· Well, I did talk a lot

· Maybe it is her…

· I know it feels weird, but you must free yourself from your past

· Saeran, don’t you think we should tell them?

· What are you thinking?

· Is there anything you know about Saeyoung’s whereabouts?

· Try holding breath just a bit longer

· V… Why are you doing this?

Please Wake Up

No choices

Story Mode:

· Wake up

· Try to wake up

· Saeran

· I held my breath, like you told me

· I’ll help you

NOTE RELOAD THE PREVIOUS SAVE AND Select all options that aren't doubtful, don't hold your breath like Saeran suggests, fall like everyone else, and be sure not to move in the hospital. This triggers Sad Ending 1

Time: 9:45

Can We Trust Him?

· I don’t think I can rest, when I…

· I’m kind of tired…

· By the way, is there something wrong with the…

· Was it a hacker!?

· Could it be the secret agency...?

· Does that mean we need to be careful…?

· Traitor (Saeran heart)

· So you handed over the information of this…

· What did you expect? You tricked us.

· Prove to us that Saeyoung…

· And you are trying to pull Saeran into danger (Saeran heart)

· Are you talking about Rika?

· No! He will never do that! (Saeran heart)

· He’s gone again | (Selecting, "Maybe he really wants to help you." Gives a V heart, but I'm uncertain how it affects the rest of the route)

· But you can’t let yourself get into this (Saeran heart)

· I’ll be waiting, my love (Saeran heart)

Time: 11:23

Did She Change?

· Come on out, hacker! Fight me! | (Selecting "Go away, V!" Gives you a Saeran heart, but I'm uncertain how it affects the route)

· Oh, a bad guy! Time to say hi

· He knew we won’t ever trust him again

· Are you still obsessed with Saeran?

· And you’ve done horrible things to Saeran

· And you expect me to believe that?

· Sounds like you are inviting him into a trap | (Selecting "I must admit, you are persistent." Gives you a V heart, but I'm uncertain how it affects the route)

· You really don’t give up do you?

· Fact remains that you are far from normal (Saeran heart)

· No! Stay away! (Saeran heart)

Story Mode:

· The question is whether you should make... (Saeran heart)

· So, are you going to save Saeyoung?

Time: 16:05

Rika and V’s Reunion

· Rika! You can’t stop our love!

· Are you here to tell Saeran to leave again?

· Do you have any idea how bad she hurt Saeran? (Saeran heart)

· You should first explain about Rika | (Selecting "How is Saeyoung?" gives you a Saeyoung heart, uncertain how it affects the route.)

· Do you know Saeran does not have a family picture…

· But Rika's standing is very different from... (Saeran heart)

· But what about you? What about your life? (V heart)

· You do need balance for a relationship as well

· Are we witnessing the birth of a new savior...? (Saeran heart)

· It’s the prime minister isn’t it? | (Selecting "Could it be the agency?" gives you a V heart.)

· We will save everyone!

· There’s no doubt V, Rika, and the prime…

· Yay! Let’s talks! Just the two of us!

Time: 17:57

Rika’s Selfish Happiness

· What are you plotting with…

· I will go with whatever Saeran chooses (Saeran heart)

· He might leave by the time the rest of RFA…

· But we are always together (Saeran heart)

· Are you sure you have reunited with V?

· So nobody ever saved V (V heart)

· Maybe you wanted people to recognize you and tell you...

· That's good, but... V looked desolate

· What do you really want to become?

· Cough, cough calories

Time: 19:11

Secure Chat Just for Us

· Hey, we’re back

· Good job. Now lets use this room…

· What? Doesn’t that mean our enemies are huge?

· Of course you are… We have four bad guys…

· That's right! Let's go save Saeyoung! (Saeran heart)

· Then let’s get going! (Saeran heart)

SAVE AFTER THIS CHATROOM

Story Mode

· What if your trauma returns? (Saeran heart) | (Both options give a heart though!)

· I remember both of them (Saeran heart) | (Both options give a heart still!)

· I love you, Saeran

· This might turn out to be reckless (Saeran heart) | (Both options give a heart. This boi is full of love)

NOTE RELOAD YOUR PREVIOUS SAVE AFTER SECURE CHAT JUST FOR US And select "Then let's leave. Let's leave everything, instead of saving Saeyoung.", "Yes.", "I'll be fine. I want to be happy with you. That's all I'm asking for." To receive Sad Ending 2

Time: 20:44

Different Perspective on the Past

· Rika… You’re back

· I’m not sure if this is the best time…

· Do you remember what it was like back then?

· Were you happy even without Saeyoung?

· I guess you did miss her. You didn’t separate willingly… (Saeran heart)

· Family is not something you can replace like objects...

· Now I’ll be your family (Saeran heart)

· You’ll be a great parent (Saeran heart)

· Alike? How?

· You are still obsessed with him?

· Saeran is not like you (Saeran heart)

· It feels like you’re inviting us into a trap

· She might make you her prisoner…

· Can’t we stay a bit longer?

· Okay

Story Mode

· Don’t you think we should head straight to this…

· V provided his apartment to them?

· V would’ve thought everything by himself…

· It’s the agency!

Time: 21:56

Unbelievable Peaceful Chit-Chat

· V? What brings you back here?

· How come you own that place?

· Did you get scammed by any chance?

· I’d thought you plotted it

· I think it’s fake news

· But the prime minister and the agency are attacking..

· Jumin will be beyond shocked (Jumin heart)

· That’s where the root of all evil…

· You brought someone else to that apartment?

· I’m so glad Jumin did not turn out like…

· A dark magician!

· Do you think this news will be highly detrimental…?

· It’s not a good thing to play deaf to what you…

· Can’t you give me one last clue…

· If only Jumin…

· One day you will pay

Story Mode

· What is this place?

Time: 23:05

The Most Important Thing

· Saeran? You’re gone

· I’m fine. When I’m with you, my joy… (Saeran heart)

· Why not break through the windows?

· What do you think will happen to us… (Saeran heart)

· I hope by tomorrow at least one…

· Regardless of the truth…

· Do you think the other members of RFA…

· They’d be shocked mostly by the fact…

· But I chose to come with you (Saeran heart)

· Yes. Because we will never stop loving… (Saeran heart)

· You are also important to me, Saeran (Saeran)

· Please be safe, my darling (Saeran)

Story Mode

No Choices

Day 2:

There are two Sad Endings on this day

Time: 00:23

Unexpected Guest

· Saeyoung?!

· How did you get in here?

· Saeran! We have an intruder!

· Let’s find out what we can from him!

· Are you here to hack this room…

· Do you know Saeyoung?

· Charlie the 3rd?

· Is Saeyoung safe?

· Is Saeyoung in mortal danger?

· Are you going to tell the agency…

· Tell us something! Anything is fine!

· I think you were

· No! Please, help us! (Saeran heart)

· My heart breaks whenever I think (Saeran Heart)

· And you will make that promise (Saeran heart)

· Are you telling him to instead save himself?

· But we don’t want to spend the rest of our lives…

· Are you going to report everything from this…

· But let’s not give up (Saeran heart)

· No, I’m gonna wait for you! (Saeran heart)

Story Mode

No Choices

SAVE AFTER THIS STORY MODE

Time: 2:22

How to Use Vanderwood

· Is that why you wanted us to log in…

· I don’t think that guy is very thorough…

· Vanderwood betrayed the agency! Like this? (Saeran heart)

· What if he’s stupid? What if he…

· I know you said that because you care… (Saeran heart)

· That’s right. He might help us once he… (Saeran heart)

· And it was all because Rika brainwashed…

· I’m sure Saeyoung was also manipulated by false information (Saeyoung heart)

· It must have been awful after you… (Saeran heart)

· Back then you were not ready to…

· I’m also getting this strong feeling.. (Saeran heart)

· I also had a feeling they…

· Please help us once, Vanderwood! I know… (Saeran heart)

· And a good expectation will manifest… (Saeran heart)

· Please!!! (Saeran heart)

· Nah, you’re the only one who thinks…

· Yeah, and now let’s get busy with our…

Time: 8:00

Zen is Awake!

· Zen!! Are you awake??

· I’m just grateful you are awake

· Maybe Saeran and I shouldn’t have left (Saeran heart)

· Could you please report it to the media?

· That’s right! Bring it on… (Zen heart)

· Not yet… It might be a trap

· It turned out the agency is…

· Don’t be disappointed with yourself

· Thanks for trying to look

· Okay. Now we are going to save…

SAVE AFTER THIS CHATROOM

Story Mode

· Yeah. Are you?

· Yes. I am not letting you go by yourself

· Are you the boss…

· We were told you will be in mortal danger…

· What kind of deal did you…

· You mean you’ll send them to…

· You want them to live caged lives…

· Saeyoung… You’re sacrificing yourself… (Saeyoung heart)

· But we cannot leave you here, Saeyoung

· We don’t have a choice. There’s nothing we can do…

NOTE RELOAD YOUR SAVE AFTER ZEN IS AWAKE And select: "This seems familiar...", "You can go ahead...", and "Okay." To receive Sad Ending 3.

Time: 9:45

Vanderwood’s Suggestion

· Vanderwood?

· Are you here to help us?

· How do we know this isn’t a trap?

· Your agency is a nightmare

· But won’t you get in trouble…

Story Mode

· What do we do now?

· But he just won’t care for himself

· Do you think we can trust Vanderwood?

· Let’s do that. For some reason I have…

· Let's put our faith in him. We're not leaving...

Time: 11:37

Saeyoung is with Rika

· Why are you here?

· Is it because you were scared…

· He wanted to save his brother

· You kidnapped Saeyoung!?

· Poor Saeyoung… He was manipulated (Saeyoung heart)

· I will never forgive the agency

· But the prime minister might…

· What drug?

Story Mode

· Saeyoung told the agency about the top secret…

· Are you sure we can trust you?

· Is it to put him to sleep?

· I have to be away from Saeran? I…

· Why would you do that? That’s exactly what happens in…

· I’m scared…

· Why don’t’ we go back to the hospital and… (Saeran heart)

· Why don’t we go back to C&R and…

· …No. We’re in this together (Saeran heart)

· I'm going to keep you safe, Saeran

Time: 13:15

Jumin Han is Here

· Rika has Saeyoung.

· Sorry. I can’t tell you (Jumin heart)

· Wow! I knew you’d be fit! (Zen heart)

· I bet you felt betrayed

· On a scale of 0 to 10

· Is your father really related to

· You mean you might lose..

· He didn’t betray us. He’s become his father’s… (Saeyoung heart)

· Did you hear anything from Saeran?

· What’s your secret?

· But you must have an emergency plan..

· I understand… You have lost…

· But if you put yourself in his shoes

· Let me know once you hear something

NOTE RELOAD AFTER THE STORY MODE FOLLOWING UNEXPECTED GUEST, AND SELECT ALL OPTIONS THAT INSULT/DOUBT VANDERWOOD. Do not agree to let Vanderwood help you. Do this to receive Sad Ending 4

Story Mode

· Where is Saeran right now?

· What do you mean, you lost the other…

· Why did you bring me here?

· You tricked me! (Saeran heart)

Time: 15:33

Vanderwood in Trouble

· You tricked me! (Saeran heart)

· Whose side are you on?

· Couldn’t you let both of us go?

· What do you mean?

· What happens if you get…

· Admit it – You’re a nice person

· But it’s adorable… I really want to see (Saeyoung heart)

· You’re returning the phone?

· Run and survive!

Story Mode

· I hope Vanderwood will be alright

· Saeran will never give up

· You are simply trying to make your dream… (Saeran heart)

· RFA might expose everything about

Time: 18:00

Rika’s Request

· Jumin, cheer up…

· They’re not coming

· Don’t you feel guilty?

· Yeah, unlike you. (Saeran heart)

· You were a great actress (Saeran heart)

· But do you really need those twins..

· But you cannot decide how they will (Saeran heart)

· I believe Saran will save… (Saeran heart)

· Saeran, if you read this… Don’t ever give up (Saeran heart)

· Just who led Saeyoung to the agency….

· Do you feel anything about RFA…

· Jumin will feel so betrayed (Jumin heart)

· Just because you say sorry… (Saeran heart)

· Saeran… I’m okay. (Saeran heart)

· V… Does that mean I cannot…

· Thank you, V (V heart)

· V… Are you really okay with everything..

Time 19:00

RFA in the Corner

· I’m waiting for Saeran

· You took in that gas again?!

· Maybe it’s a bluff

· Well, it’s not a perfect time for him to chat..

· I feel so bad for the twins…

· The agency is no easy opponent

· And we have no way to prove that we’re the good guys :’(

· That was a very brave…

· No talking on the messenger!

· How is Elizabeth 3rd? (Jumin heart)

· Maybe we should do that…

· We should stay away from…

· Calm down, Zen

· As soon as you do that he’ll be knocked…

· It’s okay. Don’t worry

· Vanderwood?

Story Mode

· Do you think Saeran will be here?

· Look behind

· Okay, okay…

· But you won’t be happy if someone tries to control

· Saeyoung? Are you awake?

· But he needs you

· Tell me.

· But how? You don’t have the right…

· I’m scared. That phone is the only tool you have…

· V, please… You have to help us

· V, you know this isn’t the answer

Time: 21:02

Why We Need Saeran

· You are so cold-blooded!

· Until when will the agency…

· Do you think he’s watching the messenger?

· Are you going to tell him to be silent and come find you?

· He will never give up… Not while he’s alive

· The problem lies with the life in a box (Saeran heart)

· But I don’t want to leave Saeran! (Saeran heart)

· This is too cruel… Finding this place…

· What are you gonna do now?

Story Mode

No choices

Time: 23:13

Did RFA Give Up?

· Did you hear anything from Saeran? (Saeran heart)

· You’ve made an excellent choice (Saeran heart)

· I feel bad for you, Zen (Zen heart)

· Is there really nothing else we can do?

· Please stay healthy, Zen (Zen heart)

· But we need Saeran here first

· :’(

Story Mode

No choices

Day 3:

Time: 1:02

Rika Wants Saeran

· The RFA won’t be using…

· They suffered a lot regarding…

· The agency is the biggest problem,

· You might think it’s protection, but..

· I wonder where Saeran is.. (Saeran heart)

· Maybe later

· No thanks lol

Story Mode

No choices

Time: 6:04

A Ticket Unused

· Saeran!!

· Are you safe?

· Are you really coming here?

· I love you too! (Saeran heart)

· You should be happy with me

· Why would you say that? I’m scared (Saeran heart)

· You’re gonna be here?

· But right now, we have to focus on surviving (Saeran heart)

· Okay… I’ll remember that

· Great! But...

· Okay… I’ll stay awake and wait

Story Mode

· I’ve missed you

· [Munch munch]

· If you keep making fun of me, you’ll pay for it

· No, we deserve to be happy

Time: 8:51

Saeran is Here

· Saeran! But this channel…

· Rika… Please let Saeran in…

· What took you so long?

· I think they’re putting him…

· We should be true to ourselves… (Saeran heart)

· But now RFA has nothing…

· I bet Rika doesn’t want to…

· She’s the seed of all pain!

· Are you avoiding the subject?

· One we reunite, I never want to…

· What freedom?

· You don’t want to repeat your past

· But Rika wouldn’t like that (Saeran heart)

· You hate Rika and V, don’t you? (Saeran heart)

· Okay, if that is what you choose… (Saeran heart)

· I’ll be waiting

Story Mode

· You should trust Saeran

· I’ve missed you

· Can’t you let me stay…

Time: 11:11

Rika’s Return

· Rika, where are you?

· You didn’t torture him, did you?

· Maybe he’s going to hurt them!

· Saeran will cause no harm (Saeran heart)

· I’m going to run with Saeran

· Ugh! I hate what’s happening!

Story Mode

· Do you have to do this?

· Saeran… wake up

· It must have been shocking and sad (Saeran heart)

· Saeran… one day you’ll be free and we’ll be… (Saeran heart)

· Only me and Saeyoung? (Saeran heart)

· What do you mean you’ll

· Why?

· RFA didn’t give up on you

· So did you make it?

· It’s too dangerous (Saeran heart)

· No, let me distract them!

· If Saeyoung brings down the agency..

· ….

· This so sad

Time: 12:48

Weight of the Past

· I’m so sad…

· And you left Saeran like this..?

· Hi, Saeran...

· Can I have your voice instead?

· Did you have to go this far?

· Saeran decide to leave past in the past (Saeran heart)

· It’s a good thing you left Magenta..

· Saeran changed himself. (Saeran heart)

· Trying to repeat a happy past can sometimes serve as greed

· She's not mad is she?

· You should reconsider (Saeran heart)

Story Mode

No choices

Time: 14:07

It Will Hurt, But We Will Be Happy

· Saeran! This is our love channel!

· Do we have to do this? (Saeran heart)

· I have a feeling we will fail (Saeran heart)

· Do you think they’ll get…

· But I don’t think I can live without you (Saeran heart)

· Please don’t leave me

· …

Story Mode

· Sniffle

· She might turn violent

· You can’t decide what Saeran will be like

· You are right… But please don’t die

Time: 16:25

I’ll Have None of This

· It’s a sad night

· Saeran’s will reached my heart (Saeran heart)

· To be honest, you’re…

Story Mode

· Feel what?

· But I want to spend as much time as I can

· I’ll be right back

Time: 17:55

I Promise You Will Be Happy

· Did you guys have an argument?

· I want you, Saeran (Saeran heart)

· Get one for Saeyoung (Seven heart)

· Do you have 2 tickers that will get us out?

· About what?

· No! Saeran is mine! (Saeran heart)

· Do you think you can make it someday?

· I’ll be having fun with Saeran

· What should we do now?

· Are we the only ones that know about this room?

· You mean including Jumin and Zen?

· I’m sad, too… Is there really no other way? (Saeran heart)

· Clouds? Why clouds?

· So your freedom was...

· Can’t you let me stay here? (Saeran heart)

· This is so sad. I don’t want to leave

· I was so happy I could meet them (Saeran heart)

· If you love me, why are you making me sad? (Saeran heart)

· Let’s think about a way to keep you safe?

· Yeah!

Story Mode

No choices

Time: 19:09

Rika is Changing

· I’m glad you released Saeran

· I think you mean tonight (Saeran heart)

· I want to live with just Saeran

· Do you think you can take another betrayal?

· I’m glad things loosened up

· Saeran is my love (Saeran heart)

· Please don’t stab Saeran… (V heart)

· Whatever happens, I hope you’d be happy, Rika

· I think I need someone to cleanse my head…

· Unlike his father

· If that’s what you want, you must one day…

· I’m glad I got to meet all of you

· Rika hurt your eyes…

· How long do you think this happiness will last? (Saeran heart)

· Do you think her hope is real?

· Is it related to Saeran?

· It’s okay. Saeran is strong (Saeran heart)

Story Mode

· Can’t I come with you?

Time: 21:39

The Weight of Truth

· V talked about this secret

· I don’t want to leave him

· Is Saeran okay

· What did you guys talk about?

· The death of their mother?

· Can’t you just stop

· You are pretending to be nice

· You can’t do this to him

· We must find Saeran! (Saeran heart)

· At least you didn’t wait any longer…

· You would still feel painful

· But that does not justify murder

· He didn’t talk to me

· You have until 11

· I’m so disappointed in both of you

· Saeran, are you okay?

Story Mode

· I don’t want to go

· Please don’t do this

· Please tell me you will survive

Time: 23:00

Rescue Plan

· Are we getting started?

· Is it okay to leave Saeran?

· Saeran

· I can't believe I must leave him... (Saeran heart)

· We’ll be back for Saeran, right?

· Saeyoung and Saeran didn’t even get to talk

· The prime minister won’t get to..

· What press conference?

· Thank you everyone

Story Mode

No choices

Day 4:

There are 3 bad endings, and one bad relationship ending on this day. The Normal end and Good end are also on this day.

Time: 2:16

Escape – Success!

· Saeran, I’m okay! (Saeran heart)

· I miss you Saeran

· I’ll be waiting

· I think I’m going to wait for Saeran

SAVE AFTER THIS CHATROOM

If you see "Story Mode: Savior" here then you haven't received enough hearts with Saeran and will trigger his Bad Relationship Ending (I feel this is the ending that brought most of us here, lolol... Help my heart.)

Story Mode

· I’ll go by myself if I have to!

· I’m coming with you!

· I will find Saeran

NOTE RELOAD YOUR SAVE AFTER ESCAPE - SUCCESS! And select: "Looks like there's nothing we can do...", "I think I'll stay here..." To receive Bad Ending 2

Time: 5:55

Vanderwood and Zen’s Argument

· Vanderwood, does this mean...

· You guys have such cute…

· You mean Yoosung?

· Looks like you have a lot of history..

· Come on, let’s be friendly

· Do you think Rika and V are not aware of this?

· I really hope Saeran is safe

· That’s what I heard

· I’m fine with anything as long as..

· I really hope that’d be the case

· Is there really no master key to get us

· I hope Saeran is okay…

· You kicked him out…

· I hope he can find a miracle for us

· Okay…

Story Mode

No choices

Time: 8:24

Saeyoung is Back

· Any news about Saeran?

· Are you gonna sign...

· It was so beautiful (Seven heart)

· I hope Saeran is safe

· Could you tell him I love him? (Two Saeran hearts)

· I’ll do that

· Good luck!

SAVE AFTER THIS CHATROOM

Story Mode

· The security’s changed…

· V, where is Saeran?

· Follow V

NOTE RELOAD YOUR SAVE AFTER SAEYOUNG IS BACK And select "Don't follow V" To receive Bad Ending 3

Time: 10:00

The Last Discussion

· Yoosung, are you okay?

· If you get to see her again…

· Like me and Saeran?

· Welcome Jumin

· We can beat them

· Do you think sweet and sour

· Please, go ahead

· But some people become stars without

· Yeah, but it won’t be easy

· So, Ray…

· Life

· From imprisonment to…

· That we are all responsible

· It’s so good to…

· Thank you for your sermon

· Let’s not lose ourselves

· Whatever it’s about good luck!

· We won’t be lonely if we’re together

· Hopefully I’ll get to…

· He is… He’ll be okay

SAVE AFTER THIS CHATROOM

Story Mode

· Where is Saeran?

· Embrace Rika

· But now you will change

· Go save Saeran

NOTE RELOAD YOUR SAVE AFTER THE LAST DISCUSSION And select "(Don't go save Saeran)" To receive the Normal Ending.

The Final Episode

· Saeran!

· Please stay alive

· He’s gotta be somewhere around here! I can feel it!

· He’s around here. I know

· I must go

· Leave the rest and run

· Saeran, please don’t go

· I love you

· Now you should be happy with me

· Wake up!

· Pity

· Saeran and Saeyoung simply wanted

· Your lonely heart…

· Saeran will forgive you…but

· You will pay

· I’m sure you had something…

· But can’t you see?

· Does survival matter that much?

· You must be so lonely

· We must get him to a hospital!

· Saeran, hang in there!

· Saeyoung, please

· Hopefully Saeran…

· But Saeran forgave him

· Okay. I’ll let you know once he wakes..

· Saeran?

· What is it?

· Are you saying…

· Saejoong Choi!

· Why did you find…

· Did you have a change of...

You’ve made it! Select whatever you like!

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obwjam · 4 years ago

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Ooo how about - 2. “It’s like you’re trying to get hurt at this point.” - maybe with obi wan? xx

“It’s like you’re trying to get hurt at this point.”

oh yes anon this is the STUFF. local sassy man is exhausted, sources say

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“It’s like you’re trying to get hurt at this point.”

“Obi-Wan...” you sighed, looking down at your legs dangling in the air. You weren’t too fond of being grabbed, so Obi-Wan’s solution was to use the Force when you fell — and you fell often. “Do you have to do this every time?”

Obi-Wan didn’t even look up from the book he was reading. “Yes.”

“Please,” you rolled your eyes. “I was totally gonna make that jump!”

“It certainly didn’t look like it.”

“You always say that!” you protested, now crossing your arms as you jerked your body to face your Jedi friend. The light of the Coruscant sunset was bathing you in a pink and orange glow. “And you weren’t even looking this time!”

“Even you’d have to admit your track record is less than stellar,” Obi-Wan ignored your comment and smirked, hand barely outstretched as he kept you hovering a few feet from the ground. “Wasn’t it just last week that you tried to swing from the bookcase to the table and ended up on the ground instead?”

You huffed a breath. “That was a miscalculation.”

“And how many more miscalculations until you seriously injure yourself?”

“Come on, you know as well as I do that borrowers don’t get hurt as easily as humans.”

Obi-Wan finally looked up from his book. His expression wasn’t irked like you thought it might be — it was concerned. “(Y/n). That isn’t an excuse to do dangerous things.”

You shut your eyes as Obi-Wan stood up from his chair and kneeled down in front of you, pulling you from midair into his open palm. In all the time you had known Obi-Wan, you still could barely look up at him. The sheer size difference was something you figured you’d never get used to.

You refused to look up at Obi-Wan as he took a seat.

“Your stunts get more and more wild by the day,” he said quietly. “Is something the matter?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” you grumbled. “Why would something be wrong?”

“You know I can tell when you’re lying,” Obi-Wan chuckled. “You’re not the first one to try getting one’s attention by acting out.”

You grimaced as you wrung your hands together.

“It’s not easy, you know. Being around you all the time.”

Obi-Wan tilted his head, trying to get a read on your expression. “(Y/n), what are you talking about?”

“You know! You’re—you’re this great, powerful Jedi master, who—who can move things with his mind and do incredible things. You think just because I’m small that I’m helpless and can’t do anything!”

“Missions are far too dangerous for you, and you know that!” Obi-Wan said sternly, rolling his eyes. It was another one of these conversations. He didn’t even notice your flinch when he raised his voice.

“But I could help!” you cried, standing up and balling your fists at your side. “I could—I could be a spy, or—or I could crawl into places you normally wouldn’t be able to reach!”

“(Y/n), people die on these missions! All the time! The clones who are bred for battle don’t often make it back. I can’t let you take that risk!”

“You don’t let me do anything! Sure, I’ve gotten hurt before, but you get hurt too! Everybody does!”

Obi-Wan groaned. This had to have been the fifth time this week you begged him to take you on a mission. He wasn’t in the mood to keep rehashing his decision, and guilt-tripping wasn’t going to work. “It’s different for you and you know it.”

“Oh really? How come? Because I’m so small, I can’t be trusted? Because I’m just a pathetic little thing you took pity on?!”

It was like all the air disappeared from the room in an instant. Obi-Wan gasped softly while you covered your mouth, utterly horrified that you has let that slip. In an instant, he had gone from annoyed to embarrassed. In the months that had passed since Obi-Wan found you, he had mostly kept you confined to his quarters. He had left you alone when he went on missions, but he figured that was for the best — the fewer giants you had to encounter, the better. He failed to consider the possibility that sheltering you would just make you more afraid.

“(Y/n),” he started, lifting his hands up to his eye level. He could barely see the makings of a tear track on your cheek. “Is that really how you feel?”

You crossed your arms and turned your head down, giving it a small shake.

“No? Then why would you say that?”

Your stomach felt like there was a lead weight resting inside. “People say things.”

“What people? Other Jedi?” Obi-Wan had to suppress the rage that was bubbling up.

“I dunno!” your quavering voice shouted in defense. It was times like these that you hated being confined to his hand. “I just... I hear it sometimes, okay? When you’re not around.”

“It’s not Anakin, is it?”

“No, not him,” you scoffed. “Though he does seem to look at me like some sort of helpless pet.”

Obi-Wan shook his head. “He needs to learn some manners.”

There was a beat of silence.

“Sometimes it just feels like you’d be better off without me here.”

Obi-Wan almost screamed. If he ever found out who was saying those things to you...

“(Y/n), what are you trying to say?”

You finally looked up at Obi-Wan and felt a pang of guilt at his hurt expression. You didn’t think he would be so... offended by your words.

“I’m just... I don’t understand why you keep me around. I just get in your way, don’t I? You’re always worrying about me, even when I don’t need to be worried about. I’ve fallen from treetops to the forest floor. This is the safest place I’ve ever been — you —you won’t even show me around the temple! — but you still feel the need to—”

“—to protect you?” Obi-Wan finished. Embarrassed, you nodded.

“Yeah. To protect me. When I never even leave this room. I can’t be the only person you ever saved from danger. You... you have far more important things to do than save me when I fall.”

Obi-Wan closed his eyes for a moment as he steadied his breathing. It was never lost on him how small and vulnerable you were compared to the environment around you. Even in the safety of his hands, his curled fingers loomed overhead. How could he not worry when even he was an inherent danger to you? You were his responsibility now — just as Anakin and Ahsoka are. When he rescued you from your old planet, you were injured and afraid. The temporary shelter he promised had turned into a permanent solution because he enjoyed having you around. You were a friend.

“It seems I have failed to properly convey my feelings,” Obi-Wan said softly, almost sounding disappointed in himself. You looked at him, confused.

“You matter to me a great deal. I wouldn’t have let you stay if you didn’t. You’re a wonderful companion and an even greater friend. You’re right, you’re not the first person I’ve saved from this horrible war. It’s... not often that Jedi get the opportunity to let themselves care so deeply for someone. I want to protect you because I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I let you get hurt.”

You gawked up at him, almost not believing what you were hearing.

“It’s not that I don’t trust you, or think any lesser of you.” You could have sworn Obi-Wan’a cheeks flushed red for a moment. “Quite the opposite, actually.”

“You... you really mean that?” you blushed, gently resting your hands on his thumb. His hand didn’t seem so imposing anymore.

Obi-Wan didn’t even hesitate. “Yes, I do.”

“It’s just... I dunno,” you frowned. “You travel all across the galaxy. You meet so many amazing and powerful people. Why me? Why do you care about me so much?”

Obi-Wan stroked his beard for a moment. He had never thought about it concretely, but it didn’t take long for the words to come to him.

“Well, for starters, you’re far more observant than I am. And quite good at understanding people and their feelings.” He smiled to himself. “And I must admit, you are very agile. If you were my height, you certainly would have no problem holding your own.”

You rubbed your eyes, foolishly hoping you could conceal how red your face was. No such luck.

“Look, I know I can’t do everything I wish I can. Or act like I can. But I spent my entire life living by myself in a forest. I got by just fine until the war came. I’m—I’m not used to just sitting around all day doing nothing. I... I can help. I want to help! I owe it to you. You saved me, and I should be doing more to show my thanks. Nothing crazy, or-or anything, but maybe I could—”

“Tenacious.”

“What?”

“You’re tenacious, too. I like that about you. It reminds me of...” he trailed off. He didn’t need to say for you to know. “You don’t like to accept the circumstances given to you. You’d rather be the one setting the terms.”

You shrugged. “I guess so.”

“Perhaps I am a bit overbearing at times. But it’s because I care, not because I don’t think you’re capable. But even I can admit when I’m in the wrong.”

You sniffed a laugh. “Can’t imagine that happens all too often.”

Obi-Wan smiled. “No, not really.”

There was a comfortable silence as Obi-Wan thought over what he was about to say. He could only imagine how you felt — ripped away from your home, forced to sit inside all day as you recover from everything you saw and went through. Nobody in their right mind would want to return to the war after being rescued from it, but Obi-Wan supposed he underestimated how you were just his kind of crazy.

“How did you like being in space when I brought you to Coruscant?”

You cocked your head. “Um, I liked it just fine. I was kinda scared, but I thought it went well for my first time on a ship. Why?”

“Well, as you know I’m due to leave for a relief mission to Corvo tomorrow. I don’t suppose you’d like to join me?”

Your eyes lit up. “Really? Yes! I mean—yeah, if—if you’re offering, I’d really — I’d love to.”

Obi-Wan laughed. “Good. The people of Corvo are allies of the Republic, and very kind. If you’re to make Coruscant your new home, it might be nice for you to meet the Corvoian Prime Minister.”

It took a great deal of discipline to contain your excitement, and Obi-Wan knew it. You leaned into his thumb in sort of a makeshift hug, and he flexed his fingers to reciprocate the action as best he could. For a few minutes, neither of you said anything. The moment didn’t need any words.

“Obi-Wan?” you said finally.

“Hmm?”

“How come you changed your mind so quickly?”

He shrugged. “I know when I make a mistake. And I like to fix it as soon as possible so people don’t realize it happened.”

You laughed. “How very humble of you.”

“Oh, you know me.”

“Yeah,” you said, resting your head on his thumb as Obi-Wan leaned back. The sun had just about set and the hundreds of brilliant lights were beginning to pop up along the horizon. You would never get tired of its beauty.

“I do.”

#wow this got REALLY sappy #fiercely protective obi-wan >>>>#he thinks he knows best but sometimes he’s wrong!#only sometimes tho #me just projecting my desire to be obi-wan’s friend #his funky little friend #obwrites #star wars g/t

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warwickroyals · 3 years ago

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CHESTER PALACE - EARLY JANUARY - 12:12

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(“James”) Oh, God, today's gonna suck. I have a family meeting

(Coraline) A family meeting? Like with your grandpa and stuff?

(“James”) Yea . . . kind of

(Tatiana) Nicholas, your phone

(Nicholas) Oh, I'll silence it. Sorry about that

(Fellows) If His Royal Highness has prior commitments, he's free to leave

(Nicholas) That's not necessary. Now, you were saying

(Fellows) As I was saying, the youth empowerment speech to be delivered at the Jubilee Commemoration Concert—

(Nicholas) Right, my speech, although I haven't been briefed on it yet

(Tatiana) Nick . . .

(Fellows) We saw no reason for that. If you cared to read the itinerary we emailed to your mother's own private secretary, you would be aware that Prince Alexander has been selected to deliver the speech

(Nicholas) What? That's . . . but I did the speech for the Ruby Jubilee

(Fellows) Which is exactly why Prince Alexander has been selected for the Gold Jubilee. At seventeen, he is long overdue for his first public speech

(Nicholas) Yeah, because Alex isn't . . . he's not . . .equipped to do that sort of thing

(Tatiana) Nick, there's no need for that, Alex's therapist already said she'd help

(Nicholas) Alex isn't heir to the throne. I am, me! I'm not just going to let myself be upstaged by my own brother

(Alex) I don't even want to do it, please let Nick do it. He's right, I'm not good at that type of thing

(Nicholas) Yeah, see, there you go, even he knows it

(Tatiana) Honestly, Stephan, I think it would be best if Alex started small. I don't see how throwing him on a stage in front of thousands of people will help him adjust. If anything it might just worsen things

(Fellows) With all due respect, none of this is up for debate. We have been planning this Jubilee for years, we cannot just go back on our plans. Alexander is a prince of Sunderland, the grandson of a king, the brother of a future king, and it is high time he started undertaking duties in order to prepare him for his adult role of supporting the monarch

(Nicholas) This is stupid, where is my grandfather?

(Fellows) His Majesty the King is preparing for a lunch with his current and former prime ministers, tomorrow he has a slew of engagements in preparation for his nation-wide Jubilee tour. He is extremely busy, but if you'd like to schedule a meeting, I can—

(Nicholas) Whatever, I'll find him myself

(Coraline) You should stand up to your grandpa. He seems a bit neglectful tbh

(“James”) Yeah, he has a really important job lol

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sims4royalsandimperials · 2 years ago

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1456 Garland Drive, Northern Brindlen Lakes, Newcrest, 7:14pm -

TW: Kidnapping, Use of a firearm, and blood

*Prime Minister Anderssen is planning another monthly meeting at the palace with one of the Emperor’s spokespeople through video chat*

PM Anderssen: Yes. We’ll discuss the trip and perhaps any leads to Princess Susanna possibly residing in the provinces. I understand the visit is going well so far? Spokesperson: Yes, sir. His Majesty gave a speech at Camp Hauoli and he and the Empress will be heading to Norvan, D.E. tomorrow to finish off the visit. PM Anderssen: Very good. Ingeborg and I will greet him at the airport on Friday then, and then we’ll head back to the...

*A loud scream is heard throughout the house*

Spokesperson: Mr. Prime Minister, is everything okay? PM Anderssen: I’ll get back to you later. *Hangs up call* PM Anderssen: Astrid? Everything okay?! *No response* PM Anderssen: Triddy? Honey, what’s going on?!

*PM Anderssen walks downstairs to find that Astrid, his 18-year-old daughter, is being held hostage by an intruder*

???: Hands up, Anderssen... or your daughter gets it! PM Anderssen: Kelley! Please, put the gun down, and let my daughter go.

Agent Jacob Kelley: Ay, fuck you! You and the Imperial Family put a lot of pressure on me to reveal Giacono’s deception! You’re the cause of it, so, you’re going to die! Astrid: Please, don’t shoot my dad! He didn’t do anything to you! Agent Kelley: Shut up! Here’s what’s gonna happen, Anderssen. I’m taking your daughter... and you’ll never hear from her again.

PM Anderssen: Look, Agent Kelley. Just put the gun down, let go of my daughter, and we can discuss this. Please.

Agent Kelley: There’s nothing more to talk about. You asked too many questions, Anderssen. Now, it’s time to repay your meddling with bullets. Astrid: Daddy, run!

Agent Kelley: Hejdå, Anderssen! Astrid: DAD!! *BANG* ________________________________________________________________

Fifteen Minutes Later

*PM Anderssen’s wife, Ingeborg, and their three other children, have just come home from the amusement park, but little do they know of the nightmare they are about to walk into*

Ingeborg: Did you guys have fun, today? Desiree: Carousel fun! Ingeborg: Yes, it was fun. Hubertus: Thanks for taking us, Mom. Ingeborg: Thank your father. He’s the one who bought the tickets. *The family walks in to find a horrifying scene, Lars on the ground, having been shot*

Ingeborg: *gasps* LARS!! Hubertus: Mom, what happened to Dad?! Ingeborg: *voice trembling* Hubie, why don’t you take your sisters and go upstairs, okay? Hubertus: O-okay, Mom. Come on. Ingeborg: Oh my watcher. Lars, hang on, I’m gonna call for an ambulance.

*Ingeborg pulls her phone out and dials the emergency number* Dispatcher: Newcrest Emergency Services, may I get your address, please? Ingeborg: Hello? We need an ambulance to 1456 Garland Drive. Dispatcher: What is the nature of your emergency, Ma’am? Ingeborg: My husband’s been shot! Please for the love of the Watcher, we need an ambulance now, he’s bleeding out fast! Dispatcher: Okay...okay! What’s your husband’s name, ma’am? Ingeborg: Lars Anderssen... he’s the Prime Minister, for Watcher’s sake! Dispatcher: Okay, Mrs. Anderssen. Stay on the line with me until the ambulance arrives at your house. One is on their way now. Ingeborg: Okay... okay.

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emospritelet · 3 years ago

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Manifesto - chapter 11

Last time, Sutherland offered Belle a drink in his office. Here's what happened next

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Belle rolled her shoulders tiredly as she made her way back to her apartment. Her body was aching, as though she had been running for miles, and she wanted nothing more than to take a shower, put on her PJs and chill out. She stopped off for a bottle of wine, a bar of chocolate and a punnet of summer berries in the shop next to her apartment block, and ate a piece of chocolate as she rode the elevator upwards. It looked as though she would be dialling out for dinner. Perhaps a pizza.

Her phone buzzed as she entered the apartment, and she smiled as she saw Merida’s name flash up.

“Hey,” she said, tucking the phone between neck and shoulder as she put down the wine and searched for a glass.

“How’s it going?” Merida was almost shouting into the phone. There was background chatter and laughter and the clinking of glasses. “Did you hand Sutherland his arse yet?”

“We had a bit of a spat,” said Belle, twisting off the top of the wine bottle. “Just a minor one, though. Are you in the pub?”

“Yeah, me and Leroy came out for a sneaky pint or two.”

“Is everything okay at the library? I just got back to the apartment and I’m gasping for a drink, but I should really call Ariel.”

“She said to tell you everything’s fine,” said Merida. “Building still in one piece. Books safe and well.”

“Good.”

“Anyway, don’t change the subject! Tell me how the meeting went!”

“Oh, it was - well, it was exhausting, actually,” sighed Belle, pouring wine. “I’m not sure how much we actually achieved. Maybe I’ll know more tomorrow.”

“Did you give your presentation?”

“Yeah, that part went okay.” She took a sip of wine. “Some of the people there seemed convinced. Not the guy from the Treasury, but Sutherland says if it was up to him they’d never spend anything, so I’m not sure what I could have done to convince the man anyway.”

“And you left Sutherland in one piece?”

“Just about,” said Belle dryly, and hesitated. “I had a drink with him.”

There was a spluttering noise at the end of the phone, and Belle had a vision of Merida spraying Leroy with beer.

“What?” choked Merida. “You went for a drink with him?”

“It’s not like we went to the pub for pints and whisky chasers,” said Belle. “He had booze in his office. He offered me some. Brandy. Just a small one.”

“And - and what were you doing in his office?”

“Oh.” Belle chewed her lip. “I - uh - we were talking about the library. He’s released some grant money to local authorities. Should mean I can get some funding for the next year or two.”

“Well.” Merida sounded satisfied. “That was all his doing? What you said must have made an impression on him, then.”

“He says he just changed the eligibility, that’s all.”

“Was this before or after the drink?”

“Before, of course!”

“Even so,” said Merida. “Try shagging him, you might even get enough for a pay rise.”

“Oh my God…” Belle shook her head as Merida cackled. “On that note, I’m gonna finish this wine and take a shower.”

“Okay, but we want an update when you get back,” said Merida. “And hang in there, you’re doing brilliantly!”

“Thanks. Miss you guys.”

“You too.”

Belle hung up, taking another drink of wine and sighing loudly. She carried her glass over the couch, flopping onto it and letting her head roll back against the cushions. Merida’s teasing had had the unfortunate effect of firing up her imagination, and she wondered how many glasses of wine she would have to sink before she stopped having visions of the Prime Minister shoving her against the wall of his office and kissing her hard.

Sutherland had managed to get through the papers that Anna had left with him, and had scrawled notes in the margins indicating his preferred course of action from the suggestions given. He had a meeting scheduled with the US President at nine p.m., and a briefing paper had been set on his desk along with a cup of coffee, which was now cold. The door opening made him look up, and Anna breezed in, looking refreshed. He wished he felt the same.

“Oh, you’ve been through the papers,” she said, checking the folder on his desk. “Anything you wanted to talk through?”

“I don’t think so. Graham seems to have everything well in hand.”

“In that case I can give you these.” She slipped another folder out of her bag and dropped it on the desk. “Revised figures for the meeting tomorrow, along with a statement from Sir George about how we’re going to bankrupt the country if we agree to anything other than the status quo.”

Sutherland chuckled as he picked up the folder.

“I assume you’re exaggerating only slightly.”

“A tiny amount,” she allowed. “Today went well, I thought. Considering the competing interests.”

“And strong personalities,” he remarked.

“You always said a robust exchange of views makes for stronger policy.”

“As long as it doesn’t come to blows, yes,” he said, and it was her turn to chuckle.

“The lovely Miss French left you in one piece, then,” she observed, and he snorted.

“Just about.”

“I told her about the grant programme.”

“Yes, so she said.”

He thumbed through the papers once before realising he hadn’t taken in a single word, and hesitated before he spoke, feeling the smooth paper between thumb and forefinger.

“I had a drink with her,” he said, and Anna let out a tiny squeak of surprise.

“What, here?”

“No, we went to the bloody pub, what do you think?” he said impatiently. “Yes, here. She apologised, and - and I offered her a drink. Brandy. Just a small one.”

“Well.” Anna pursed her lips, a tiny smile lighting up her eyes. “Nice to see you two getting along.”

Sutherland grunted something.

“You did get along, I take it?” she pressed, and he sighed.

“We were very civil.”

“Civil is - something, I suppose.”

He made a non-committal noise at the back of his throat, pretending an interest in the papers, but he could feel Anna’s eyes on him, as though she knew he had more to say on the subject. Eventually he looked up.

“I told her about the divorce,” he said. “And - and about not wanting Ellie to work in Westminster, and why I got into politics in the first place. I was even honest about it. God knows why.”

“Hmm.” Anna pursed her lips. “Not like you to get personal with strangers.”

“I know.” He shook his head, turning back to the papers again. “She’s unsettling.”

“In what way?”

“In – I don’t know…” He waved a hand. “I’m not sure I understand it myself.”

“Did you decide this before or after the drink?”

“Oh, long before,” he said immediately. “Having a drink with her just made me – acutely aware of it.”

“Well, she’s only here tomorrow,” said Anna. “Are you going to the meeting? I managed to carve out two hours in your diary, but you don’t have to.”

He hesitated. No, he didn’t have to. No one would expect him to. He had more than enough things clamouring for his attention, after all.

“Perhaps it’s best that I don’t,” he said. “Ella can give the group a good enough steer, can’t she?”

“I’ll give her a call, let her know,” said Anna. “You sure this isn’t just because you’re scared of Miss French?”

“I am not scared of her,” he snapped, making her grin. “I just - I just have more pressing business than scoring points in a shouting match.”

“Speaking of, we have PMQs to prep for,” she said, and he groaned, slumping in his seat. “No rest for the wicked,” she added.

“Indeed,” he said wearily, running a hand over his face. “Alright. Let’s go through these papers, then talk PMQs, then I have to speak to Washington. And at some point I suppose I’d better get some sleep.”

“Optimism. I like it.”

He grinned, swatting her with the papers, and waited for her to pull her chair around to his side of the desk. It was best that he left the meeting to Ella, and concentrated on running the bloody country. There was certainly no reason for him to want to sit in a room with a bunch of people who couldn’t agree. He got enough of that in the Commons. A vision came to him: a pair of clear blue eyes flashing, the allure of a challenge, and he pushed the image away. Miss French was far too distracting.

Belle spent a restless night, disturbed by several unexpectedly erotic dreams that left her flustered and aching. She took a long shower to revive herself, and then went for a brisk walk to pick up coffee and a croissant, which she ate sitting on a bench overlooking a nearby park. It was still early, not quite seven-thirty, and she didn’t have to be at Downing Street until nine. One more day of fighting her corner and standing her ground, and she could return to Avonleigh with some small sense of achievement. The coffee was hot, and she removed the lid to help it cool enough to drink, hissing in vexation as she saw she had forgotten to add milk. The aroma was delicious, the coffee darkest brown, and she was reminded of Sutherland’s eyes watching her over his brandy glass, the tip of his tongue wetting his lips.

Shivering, she took a sip of the coffee, wincing as it scalded her tongue. A good thing the discussions would be ending that day. They would have further meetings, of course, but she had been assured that most of those would be held virtually. Time and distance would deal with her crush, and she could go back to running the library and having the odd disastrous date to remind herself why she was single. She just had to get through one more day.

Belle hadn’t expected to feel disappointed by Sutherland’s absence. She had told herself it was likely he wouldn’t be there; as Prime Minister he must have a hundred demands on his time that were more important than one policy. Anna was also absent, no doubt organising his day with her usual aplomb, and so it was left to Ella Deville-Waters to chair the meeting. There were more arguments about the scope of the policy, with Archie playing the role of peacemaker as Belle exchanged increasingly waspish comments with Sir George King.

By the time four o’clock arrived, she was ready to drop, and almost sighed in relief as Ella announced that they were done. She felt as though she had been wrestling live alligators all day, and rolled her shoulders as she shrugged on her jacket.

“It’s been a pleasure working with you, Belle,” said Archie, holding out his hand. “I suppose the next time we meet it’ll be online.”

“I guess so.” She shook Archie’s hand, ignoring Sir George’s baleful glare. “Thanks for the links to those papers you mentioned, I’ll be sure to read them.”

“Of course. Happy to talk through any questions you might have. You have my email.”

“I do.” Belle smiled at him. “Safe journey home.”

“You too.”

He smiled back, picking up his briefcase and heading for the door, and Belle shoved her papers in her bag, nodding to Ella. The sooner she got out of there, the sooner she could be home.

The air in the room had been dry, and consequently Belle was parched. She rummaged in her bag as she hurried along the corridor, fishing out a bottle of water that slipped from her fingers just as she reached the corner and bounced out of sight. She darted after it around the corner and squeaked as she collided with something warm and solid and smelling of expensive wood and warm cloves.

Sutherland had managed to keep himself busy enough that he hadn’t thought about Miss French more than perhaps half a dozen times. He had been pleased with himself, convinced that he would be able to put her from his mind completely once the day was over. That all changed at just after four p.m. as he walked from his office to the Cabinet Room. One moment he was talking over his shoulder to Anna, the next he found himself with his arms full of Belle French, her wide blue eyes staring at him and her lips parted in shock. She was pleasantly soft against his chest, her perfume drifting into his nose, but he barely had time to react before one of the Special Branch officers was there to peel her off him.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry!” she said breathlessly, upper arms held firmly from behind by the officer. “I’m so sorry, I wasn’t paying attention!”

“That’s - that’s quite alright.” Sutherland nodded to the officer, who released Belle immediately. “I take it you’re on your way back to Avonleigh?”

“Yes,” she said automatically.

Her cheeks had begun to redden, agitation plain in the rapid rise and fall of her chest. It was painfully arousing. He kept his eyes on hers, his own heart thumping hard, and Belle licked her lips in a nervous gesture. Sutherland blinked rapidly.

“Well,” he said. “Encounters with you continue to be - bracing - Miss French. I wish you a pleasant journey. No doubt we’ll meet again.”

“I - yes. Thank you.”

She squeezed her eyes shut with a pained expression, then shook her head and stalked past him, shoulders stiff. Sutherland watched her go, short skirt wafting around her perfect legs.

“The Cabinet?” prompted Anna, and he shook his head, turning back to her.

“Yes,” he said. “Right. Yes.”

He fell into step beside her, his skin tingling from the unexpected pleasure of having Miss French in his arms. She had felt as though she belonged there and that – well, that was a dangerous path for his mind to take.

#fic: manifesto #sutherelle fic #my fic #sutherelle #rumbelle fic

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odinsblog · 5 years ago

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1. “I stopped in Singapore to meet with a guy named Lee Kuan Yew who most foreign policy experts around the world say is the wisest man in the Orient.”

2. “From Phoenix to Flagstaff, from Mesa to Yuma, to the red rocks of Sedona, this great state was settled by some of the toughest men and toughest — and most beautiful — women ever to walk the face of the earth.”

3. “I think I probably have a much higher IQ than you do, I suspect … I’d be delighted to sit down and compare my IQ to yours, if you’d like, Frank.”

4. “I’m not sorry for anything that I have ever done. I have never been disrespectful intentionally to a man or a woman.”

5. “I punched my music teacher because I didn’t think he knew anything about music and I almost got expelled. I’m not proud of that but it’s clear evidence that even early on I had a tendency to stand up and make my opinions known in a very forceful way.”

6. “I cannot believe that a Frenchman visiting Kiev went back home ... and didn’t say he discovered the most beautiful women in the world. That’s my observation … It’s certain you have so many beautiful women.”

7. “The press always asks me, ‘Don’t I wish I were debating him?’ No, I wish we were in high school — I could take him behind the gym. That’s what I wish.”

8. “I guess we’ll have to compare IQ tests. And I can tell you who is going to win.”

9. “Nobody has more respect for women than I do. Nobody. Nobody has more respect.”

10. “What I’m trying to do is go around from town to town. And I’m drawing as big of crowds — bigger than anybody. Have you seen anybody draw bigger crowds than me here in this state?”

11. “It’s packed outside, as you’ll be able to see. But it’s — they’ve never seen crowds like this over here.”

12. “You cannot go to a 7-Eleven or a Dunkin’ Donuts unless you have a slight Indian accent. I’m not joking.”

13. “When these people walk into the room, they don’t say, ‘Oh hello, how’s the weather? It’s so beautiful outside. How are the Yankees doing? They’re doing wonderful, that’s great. They say, ‘We want deal!’”

14. “I promise you ... you’re going to see the single most important thing that changes America. We’re gonna cure cancer.”

15. “We will come up with the cures to many, many problems, to many, many diseases — including cancer.”

16. “If you are feeling healthy, not showing symptoms, and not at risk of being exposed to COVID-19: please vote on Tuesday.”

Answers under the “keep reading” cut

1. Biden used the outdated term for Asia when referring to the former prime minister of Singapore during a get-out-the-vote rally in Iowa in 2014. Just hours earlier, he had apologized for using the term “Shylocks” to describe unscrupulous lenders in a previous speech.

2. Trump made the remarks during a visit to Arizona in 2018. “Now,” Trump added, pointing to reporters, “they’re going to say tomorrow, ‘He called women beautiful. Isn’t that terrible?’ It will be ‘Trump calls women beautiful.’ You’re beautiful. You are beautiful, beautiful. You always were and you always will be.”

3. Biden made the remarks responding to a question about his academic record during a campaign stop in New Hampshire during his 1987 presidential campaign. In his response, he also misstated his record, saying that he had received a full academic scholarship to law school, although his campaign later said it was a partial scholarship based on need.

4. Biden made the comment after a speech in Washington in April in his first remarks after several women came forward to say that he had touched them inappropriately or made them uncomfortable. During the speech, he also joked twice that he had permission to hug a union leader and put his arm around a young boy.

5. Trump recounted an anecdote about a time in the second grade in which he said he gave his teacher a black eye in his 1987 book, “The Art of the Deal,” saying that he was “a very assertive, aggressive kid.” In a 2016 interview with the Washington Post, he downplayed the incident, saying, “when you’re that age, nobody punches very hard.”

6. Biden made the remarks while speaking with Ukrainian President Viktor Yushchenko during a 2009 visit. The two were overheard by a pool reporter while drinking Cokes in the back of a pub in Kiev with other local officials. It’s unclear who the French person was.

7. Biden made the remarks while campaigning for Hillary Clinton in Pennsylvania in 2016. He was responding to the leaked “Access Hollywood” video in which Trump had boasted that he could “grab” women by the genitals because of his celebrity status.

8. Trump made the remarks during an interview with Forbes magazine in 2017. He was responding to reports — which he called “fake news” — that Secretary of State Rex Tillerson had called him a “moron” after a meeting with his national security team.

9. Trump made the remarks during his third debate against Clinton in 2016. He was responding to her criticism of his treatment of women. “Donald thinks belittling women makes him bigger,” she said. Trump’s response sparked snickers, leading moderator Chris Wallace to warn the audience to stay quiet.

10. Biden made the remarks while campaigning in Iowa in August. Fox News reporter Steve Doocy then responded that he had seen bigger crowds in Des Moines, prompting Biden to respond. “I know you’re going to go after me no matter what. … I’m a big boy. I can handle it. But … I notice that you didn’t ask me why I’m ahead in the polls still.”

11. Trump made the remarks after arriving in Indiana shortly before the 2018 midterm elections. “I think we’re doing very well in the Senate,” he told reporters. “There is something going on, okay? I’m just telling you, we all left Ohio together — you never saw crowds like this. Thousands and thousands of people outside.”

12. Biden made the remarks while talking with an Indian-American supporter in 2006. “The point Senator Biden was making is that there has been a vibrant Indian-American community in Delaware for decades,” a spokeswoman later said.

13. Trump made the remarks while campaigning in Iowa in 2015. He also used broken English to imitate the accents of the leaders of South Korea and Japan while at a fundraiser in the Hamptons in August, and the Washington Post reported that he “has been known to affect an Indian accent and imitate Indian Prime Minister Narendra Modi.”

14. Biden made the remarks at a campaign event in Iowa in June. His oldest son, Beau, died from brain cancer in 2015, leading the then-vice president to launch a “Cancer Moonshot” campaign to fight the diseases.

15. Trump made the remarks at a rally in Florida in June, adding several other bold second-term goals. “We will eradicate AIDS in America once and for all and we’re very close,” he said. “We will lay the foundation for landing American astronauts on the surface of Mars.”

16. Biden claimed it was safe to vote during the COVID-19 pandemic and urged voters to cast ballots in the Democratic primaries even as coronavirus concerns were mounting.

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FALLOUT |LH| THREE

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PAIRING: donghyuck x reader bodyguard!donghyuck

WARNINGS: mentions of taeyong. swearing, blood (i’ll let you know when there are parts with blood mentions), smut (let you know), violence, angst

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“Thank you for meeting me at a late hour,” said the man in front of Donghyuck.

“Sure, no problem,” Donghyuck nodded. “What can I do for you, sir?”

“I saw you’re getting along with my daughter, and before you say something I saw you two getting along pretty girl this morning,” he looked at him.” And to be honest, I don't care how you do your work, but I needed to remind you why I hired you,” your father stared at him.

“I haven’t forgotten it, sir. I’m going at my own pace, besides it would be very suspicious to kill her right after I spend 12 hours with her a day,” Donghyuck let him know. “I’ll get the job done. You don't have to worry.”

“I do worry though,” your father placed a hand on his chin. “She’s supposed to meet with the Prime Minister in 2 months. I’m sure he’ll work with her, I mean, the UN is doing so, why wouldn't he as well?

“I don’t care what you have to do. I want her dead. She’s getting bigger and bigger and stealing my best clients,” he groaned. “This is my business and she suddenly thinks she can come over and take what’s mine? No. Get fucking rid of her.”

Donghyuck nodded. “I will.”

…

After another long week, you decided to meet with Taeyong and Lena and have dinner with them since it had been so long since you saw them.

When you arrived at the restaurant, you turned to Donghyuck and smiled kindly to him, “you can go now. Take the night off. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“I don’t think I should leave you here alone,” Donghyuck said to you.

“I’m not alone, Taeyong’s bodyguards are here and Lena’s security team will stay as well,” You informed him. “I’m well secured.”

“I still don’t feel comfortable by leaving you,” he confessed.

You grinned and put a hand on Donghyuck’s shoulder, “I’ll be fine, Donghyuck. Really.”

Donghyuck looked at you directly in the eye for a couple of seconds and wished he could kiss you. He nodded, “fine, I’ll have my phone with me all night in case you need something.”

“Noted,” you smirked, “goodnight, Hyuck.”

“Hyuck?” Donghyuck beamed.

“Well, since you won't stop calling me ‘ma’am’ I decided to give you a nickname as well,” you shrugged.

“But ma’am is not a nickname…” Donghyuck looked at you.

“You don't want me to call you Hyuck?” you pouted.

“You can call me whatever you want, (Y/N)” He winked at you.

You bit your lip and smiled at him. “Maybe I will.”

Donghyuck smirked and turned, but before he started to walk, he turned again to you, “let me stay. I don't feel good leaving you here all alone.”

You pressed your lips for a moment and then nodded. “But you’re staying as my friend, not my bodyguard.”

“Deal.”

You didn't remember when was the last time you had fun and even got tipsy. A year ago maybe? You were not a bad drinker and you could take some shots with Lena, but not with Taeyong. His alcohol tolerance was so low.

By almost 1 am, you hugged your friends goodbye and Donghyuck had one arm around you as he half-carried, half-guided you to the car. Maybe you had more shots than the ones you could take.

"I signed up to be your bodyguard, not your designated driver." Donghyuck joked as he looked for the car keys inside his suit jacket.

"You could be both," You said slowly, having to put more effort into your words than usual since you were sloshed.

Donghyuck laughed. "Maybe so, but I preferred just doing one."

"Heeeey, you could do the partner thing soon."

"I don't remember mentioning a partner thing."

You licked your lips as you tried to remember what the phrase he'd first used was. "Designated driver. Only, instead of just dragging me to a car, we'd be getting sloshed together."

"That does sound more fun,” he said as he helped you to get in the car and fasten the seat belt.

You smiled dumbly and looked at him. “Have I told you you’re gorgeous? God, I love your skin and oh! Your moles in your cheeks are beautiful, I wanna plant some kisses on them.”

"Thanks," he said, trying to hide his smile. "It's nice to be appreciated."

"In all my life, I've never met someone that made me feel like you do," You said, speaking a foreing language.

"I don't know what you just said, but I'm going to assume it was complimentary."

You nodded. You kissed Donghyuck's left cheek because it was there. "The prettiest thing I've ever seen."

Donghyuck swallowed thickly. He didn't need to understand the language to know that whatever you said was something he would appreciate. The kiss sent tingles down his spine, and your mouth was still resting close enough to him that you could feel his breath hot against your skin. "As much as we would enjoy that, we need to stop. It’s not correct.”

"You're right. But you're just so pretty," you whined. "It's really not fair. You should try to be less pretty; it would make my life easier."

"You can live with it," Donghyuck said.

The ride to your place wasn't long. He finally found the keycard and put it in the door for him. He unlocked it and pushed the door open. You looked pretty comfy where you were, and it made shuffling him inside your big modern flat roof house. "C'mon baby, you've got to get in bed."

"But you're not there," You said, sounding awfully petulant about it.

Donghyuck chuckled. "No, but you'll get to sleep just fine without it."

"That's what you think."

"Love, you're drunk enough that you'll definitely pass out before the night's through."

"Aww, you called me 'love'. No ma'am."

Donghyuck was still right next to you though, so he was able to keep you from falling over. "My last boyfriend, well, Yuta was never my boyfriend, but he called me 'doll' but I sort of hated it."

"You do seem like you'd prefer the sweeter pet names. Sweetheart, things like that."

"Feel free to call me sweetheart as much as you want. Sounds beautiful coming out of your mouth."

"I think I will. After I stop working on protecting you, that is."

"Boring." You yawned. "You sure I can't convince you to stay?"

"Not while I'm working for you, and definitely not while you're sloshed." Donghyuck brought you to your room and took off your shoes when you collapsed back on the bed. "If you want to get undressed more, you're going to have to do it yourself, sweetheart," he said, then kissed your forehead. "I'll see you tomorrow."

“I’m coming!” You groaned, walking to the front door where someone was ringing the doorbell. You opened it and you found a smiley Taeyong holding a kraft delivery bag. How did he look all shiny after leaving the restaurant in the same state as you?

“Good morning, sunshine,” he greeted you. “You look terrible this morning.”

“I was looking forward to hearing that, ass,” you grunted. “Come on in, the sunlight is killing me.”

“I’m not gonna find a naked Donghyuck, am I?” Taeyong looked at you.

You rolled your eyes and he entered your house. You shut the door behind him. “By the way, where is he? I didn’t see him in the entrance.”

“He has the day off,” you said, walking to the kitchen.

“So, you fucked with him?” Taeyong placed the food bag on the counter and he took off his jacket.

“No… but I did try to seduce him,” you grimaced.

“You did what?” His mouth gaped open.

“I told him he has the prettiest man I’ve ever seen and kissed his cheek,” you laughed a little. “Not that I lied. And then I invited him to stay over and he said it was not correct.”

Taeyong chuckled. “Oh my, God, this is so good. And then what happened?”

“Nothing, he left!” You sighed and then goggled. “What if he sues me? Did I harass him?”

“Woah, woah,” Taeyong shook his hands in the air, “he likes you, I can tell by the way he looked at you all night and he would’ve totally fucked you if he wasn't your bodyguard.”

“I don't even know how to look at him now,” you ran a hand through your hair. “He’s so hot that it makes me mad. All I want is him to pin me to a wall and fu-”

“I don't need the details, thanks,” Taeyong shut you down, “but what I can tell you is that you will end up pinned to a wall, any day now.”

You giggled. “Hopefully.”

Monday. Long day at the office. You barely had seen Donghyuck since you spent all day inside your office and he stayed right outside the door. You felt… sad? You missed his voice that day and his gorgeous face. You suddenly hated Mondays.

Lia knocked at your door right before the lunch break and left some papers for you to read and sign and some correspondence as well. When you finished reading and signing the papers, you opened a few envelopes where some people and companies were inviting you to some events. The last envelope was different from the rest since it was red and had a black stamp on it. You frowned and pursued to open it.

Inside the envelope there was a note written with letters clippings from a magazine and said:

IF I WERE YOU, I WOULD SLEEP WITH ONE EYE OPEN AT NIGHT.

YOU’RE DEAD.

You put the letter on the desk and swallowed. You weren't usually scared of hate comments, but this wasn't a hate comment. It was a letter. Threatening you.

You felt dizzy and your entire body started shaking. Who had sent you that? And why? You took a deep breath and stood up trying to walk to your bathroom in your office but failed. You tripped on your heels and hit the ground.

Then it hit you. They were inside the building. You weren't even safe in your own office. You wanted to throw up. You wanted to cry.

You tried to stand up but couldn't. Your legs weren’t responding and seconds later, you bursted into tears. You were scared. So scared.

Donghyuck had been replaying Friday’s night in his head during the whole weekend. He couldn't stop thinking about you and how good your lips felt against his skin. He hated himself so much for not being able to forget it.

On Monday he barely saw you and he hated it. He got you were busy but Donghyuck needed, at least, to talk to you and hear your voice and he didn't get that.

After he ate lunch, he returned and stood in the same place he had been standing all morning, hoping you’d get out of your office and going somewhere where you two could talk but didn't happen.

Donghyuck checked his watch on his left wrist and frowned. It was almost 2 pm and you hadn't had lunch yet. He turned and knocked at the door twice and he didn't get any response. He knocked one more time and decided to open it when you didn't respond again.

And that's when he saw you on the floor, crying and shaking. Donghyuck almost ran to you and kneeled in front of you cupping your face. “(Y/N)? What happened? Are you hurt?”

You choked on your words and got closer to him, holding him tight. He held you instantly and placed a hand on your head. “Talk to me, what happened, baby?” Donghyuck whispered in your ear.

The letter still sat on your desk.

Sungho was on the phone to the police while you sat with your arms wrapped around Donghyuck who was simply staring at the offensive stationary. Less than twenty minutes later the entire apartment was invaded by police, looking for clues to who had left it for you.

“Miss (Y/LN)” the Captain took the seat across from you, “Are you okay?”

You lifted your chin slightly, “I’m better, Captain. Just angry and scared at whoever sent this.”

He didn’t miss the way you kept your eyes averted from the piece of paper.

“They didn’t send it, (Y/L/N),” he stated, “It was an inside job"

You took in a sharp breath and Donghyuck held you tighter.

“I suggest you hire more security. My men will be here as well,” he told you, “But I can’t leave them here indefinitely.”

You nodded. "Thanks, captain."

When the police left, Donghyuck and Sungho decided it was the best to leave the office and you obeyed them. When you got home, Donghyuck told you to change the passcodes of every door in your house and he’d stay there until they knew who had sent the letter. You agreed since you didn't want to be alone in your house.

When you got home you did what Donghyuck told you and changed every passcode. You sighed and hugged yourself. You felt exhausted.

Donghyuck approached you and looked at you. “You feel better?”

“Kinda,” you admitted. “My head is killing me.”

“Why don’t you go and take a bath while I make something for you to eat?” He caressed your cheek with his right thumb. “You need to eat something.”

You nodded. “Thank you. I’ll be right back.”

“Take your time,” he placed a kiss on your forehead and you wrapped your arms around his waist.

“Is there a chance you could come with me?”

“Not even the slightest,” he now kissed your cheek.

You sighed. “Fine. I’ll be right back.”

You looked at yourself in the mirror and furrowed. Did you deserve this? Maybe. Was he maybe behind the letter? You didn't think so.

When you sold Kim Doyoung that powerful software one year back he was clear he wouldn't even bother you. Did he maybe hear about your meeting with the Prime Minister? Did he know you were about to sell him off so you could do business with the government?

Donghyuck was chopping some vegetables and couldn't stop thinking who could be behind the letter. It was not certainly your father since he had hired him to kill you, but who was it?

You were clean. Way too clean.

Unless… you werent.

You came back downstairs and smiled when you found Doyoung in your kitchen. You could get used to that.

"What am I protecting you from (Y/N)?" he asked softly after you two finished eating, trying to meet your gaze as you looked at him over the brim of your glass. "What is it that you're not telling me?"

You blinked a few times. "What do you mean?"

Donghycuk sighed and repeated his question.

You didn't reply. You just stood up, placing your glass down silently before you walked towards the kitchen.

Donghyuck followed you without second thought, cornering you again in the hallway leading towards the kitchen. "What are you hiding from me?" he demanded, his hand pushing against your chest and pressing you against the wall. "I want the truth."

"It's... nothing," you came in the response and it only served to infuriate him more.

Donghyuck wanted to scream at you until you told him the truth, but as you stood there, staring into his eyes and standing close enough to feel your breath on his face... Instead, he did something that surprised both of you.

Lee Donghyuck kissed you.

It was impulsive and it was reckless. It took you a second to come to terms with what was happening but your lips were moving against Donghyuck in perfect synchronisation, your lips slotting together like they’ve always meant to be like that.

Donghyuck felt like his entire body was doused in gasoline and you had the match, every inch of him ready to combust. His heart raced as the adrenaline ran through his veins and he couldn't help but note that this feeling was so addictive he didn't think he would ever be able to stop if he didn't right now.

Donghyuck loved how heavenly his lips felt against yours, how warm your touch was and how it sent electricity coursing through his vein each time your soft fingers explored a new part of his body.

You were the one to pull apart and as much as Donghyuck hated it, he felt a pang of disappointment. "Trust me."

Donghyuck swallowed and looked at your swollen red lips. "I would never forgive myself if something happens to you."

"I'm gonna be fine. You're with me." You looked at him.

#donghyuck x reader #donghyuck imagine #donghyuck smut #haechan imagines #haechan x reader #haechan smut #NCT #nct imagines #nct x reader

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