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rndavus · 4 years ago

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The Collector

TW/CW: mentions of We*pons, bl*od, d***h, vi*lence

I purchased a painting from the merchant's stall at the back of an abandoned alleyway, it looked wonderful. It really did. The gorgeous face of a middle-aged woman played with my lonely heart with a devilish smile, making my breathing uncontrollable.

I was in the habit of collecting paintings, mostly portraits of beautiful young women. One might have called me a connoisseur of the beauties of the visual arts. As I walked with the bag I was keeping the canvas in, it seemed to become heavier with every step. I tried to protect it from all the Victorian dangers that could've damaged the painting. By the time I had reached the doorstep of my house, my arms ached as the weight of the bag began to make me understand how Atlas must've felt holding Earth in his arms.

I entered my house, a familiar smell coming to me as I walked past the threshold. Everything I had grown accustomed to and took a chair on which I placed the bagged painting. After I removed the cloth, exposing the naked, revealed canvas for my delighted gaze. Oh, how beautiful she still was, although her smile had gone astray. I could see no more glee on her face. Instead, she looked at me with widened eyes. Her lips slightly parted, exposing her front teeth in the candle light that lit up the room. She slumped to the side a little.

"How could it have changed?"

The painting also looked worn to me, as if decay had somehow gotten to it in that small amount of time. As I bought it before, the canvas looked new. That is what attracted me to it so much, what urged me to buy this work of magnificent art. The painting appeared as if it had just been created. As I looked at the painting then, it was scratched up, old, and almost ready to be thrown away. There were cuts in canvas everywhere and the paint had scratches, deep enough to have taken parts of the paint away. I analyzed it for hours, my mind was unable to process the strange sight that I observed.

I got up and walked away from the painting to get a whiskey. Perhaps that would straighten out the confusion so heavily set on me. I took a few sips from the bottle of whiskey that had stood on the counter since the last couple of days and turned around to take another glance at the portrait.

"By God!"

I gazed at it as I noticed it seemed like the frame had been broken. When I bought it, there had been no damage to it, nor as I brought it in. It was in pristine condition. To see damage to my new canvas saddened me. It used to be such a beautiful painting, and presently, the painting appeared more decrepit with my every glance .

To prevent any further damage, I decided to watch it more closely. I grabbed a chair from the table in the small dinner area, shoved it to the opposite side of the painting, and stared at the painting, refusing to take my eyes from it. For hours, I kept a close watch on it, not allowing this mystery to unfold any more and my painting to become more damaged than it already was. But staring can be more tiresome than one would think. After a long passage of time, in which I denied my eyes the rest they needed; that they demanded, they forced themselves to close.

Hours went by with me sleeping in that chair, guarded by the painting across me. As I awoke, my shock was immense. The painting had lost all its color. There stood a gray painting in front of me. No more were the colors vibrant. But the colors were not the worst of it. Those eyes - the eyes that were vibrant when I observed the painting before, were dull. The color had disappeared from them. They looked horrifying. What beauty had once lied in them was a long-gone fantasy. It broke my heart to see the eyes staring back at me with such a vacancy.

Why the painting was acting in such a manner, I don't know. Perhaps it was the paint that was of an inferior quality, perhaps it was bad luck, but the radiant image was fading with such speed that I couldn't keep up with it. I thought about staring at it again , but my mind quickly told me that in the long run, this would be futile, as I would grow tired yet again, and my consciousness would eventually extinguish. I stood up, walked back to the bottle, and then heard it. A short groan, as of someone waking up and gasping for air. It was impossible though, since I was alone in the house.

I tell you, I am not insane, nor do I have the tendency to hear things that weren't there. But as I stood by the counter and reached for another bottle of whiskey after having finished the last one, I heard another groan come from behind me, close to the painting, but not from it.

My heart raced within my chest as I jolted around and freaked out. The bottle of whiskey dropped as I turned, my hand shoving it off the counter and hit the ground. For a moment, I stayed still, expecting to hear the sound again. But alas, my silence was answered by more silence. My eyes darted to each corner of the room, scanning whether I could, before hearing the sound again, see the origin of the sound that was chilling me. Yet again, I was met with failure.

With my heart still racing, I bent over to pick up the bottle off the floor. My ears kept listening to my surroundings as I cleaned the floor, expecting to hear that dreadful sound again. The more I listened, the more it seemed like all sound was starting to be sucked from the room. I walked to the window and opened it. I hoped to hear horseshoes prancing and the wheels of carriages rolling on the stone roads, birds chirping, people talking, or even the leaves from the trees being rustled by the summer wind. Instead, I heard the groan again, now coming from right behind me, almost at the place where I stood.

My head turned to the source of the sound. It was now close enough for me to locate where the sound came from. It came from the floorboards. It was in the room, there was no doubt. I was sure that it came from under the floor now. I know I am not insane, and I know that I heard it from there. You might say that a groan could never come from the floor. Where else would it come from? My eyes glanced over at the painting once more, and the sight I beheld terrified me. The woman in the painting looked at me with those gray eyes. Perhaps even through my soul. Her lips curled into a small grin as she gazed at me.

A loud gasp escaped me with an impressive echo which overwhelmed the otherwise silent room. I observed the room, fear taking over my mind. My head felt dizzy, and my stomach felt as if it was about to spill all the contents of the day to the ground. My breathing became loud and heavy. What was going on? Why had this simple painting brought this insanity into my home?

"My God!" My lungs inflated in synchrony with the words, "Why have I deserved this? Why have you brought this misery to me? What sins have I committed to deserve such punishment upon my mortal soul?"

I received no response from the God that I had once adored. I still stood in the room, alone, pestered by the loud groan. I turned around and dropped to my knees. I began desperately looking through all the cracks of the floor, searching whether I could see through them and, perhaps, discover the source of the horrible sound.

Then I heard another groan. This one came from a different place. It sounded different and was more guttural. It was somewhat louder than the others.I quickly ran to the kitchen and took the first knife that I could find. I held it tightly in my hand as I walked around the room and scanned every inch of it, trying to determine from where the new torturous sound came.

As time went by, it started to seem as if the room filled with the vile groaning. It filled my ears until I could no longer hear anything else, nor think about anything else. I had to stop it before it would have cost me my entire sanity. Wherever I looked, it appeared to become the one source of the ear-shattering noise. In the insanity that was beginning to conquer my mind, I could suddenly distinctly hear the source of another groan. It was the closet - the damned closet. I marched towards it and opened it, the uncontrollable force of my anger pulling the closet door nearly out of its hinges.

There she was: another painting. The painting of a young girl which I had brought only a few days ago. How beautiful she looked! Yet, she had begun boring me all those days ago. That was an issue I had since my early years. I would get something new, and within a short amount of time, I'd become bored with it and needed to get rid of it, as it would become a bothersome thing for my eyes. For that reason, I had placed the painting within the closet so my eyes wouldn't have to look upon it. The gaze of the girl in the painting looked directly into mine. I saw the mouth move, and before a groan could come out, I smashed the knife into the canvas, ripping through it.

Suddenly, a loud knocking on my door disrupted the salvation I delivered myself. I jerked the knife back and forth while I watched the door. I looked at the knife, and saw that my hands were covered in a scarlet liquid, sticky substance. My mind could only grasp this to be paint. I looked at it with raised eyebrows and smirked at the prospect of having stopped at least part of that terrible sound. My enjoyment was short-lived as the knocking at my door became louder. almost louder than the groans were. I began walking to the door, marching over the floorboards and through the deafening noise. I pulled the door open, and in my anger I stabbed the knife into whoever stood outside, adding to the noise that was already enraging me.

My eyes grew wider as I saw a police officer standing before me. The large fellow looked at me in shock. As I looked over at my hand, I realised I had stabbed his colleague in the stomach. He sat on his knees, as life slowly left his body. His pained gaze darted at me as the sounds of his teeth grinding tightly together ground against my mind.

That brings us to today. I am now sitting in a cell. It is tiny, but I will soon be out of her and be guided to the gallows. They tell me that I murdered many women... That my house was filled with victims... That the stench of the dead women could be smelled everywhere in my house... Their words confuse me. I couldn't even hurt a fly. Yet they keep telling me that I'm a killer?! They said that I had abducted a woman that day, strangled her, and placed her dead body upon a chair in my house. They also said there were corpses of women in the closet and under the floorboards. I now sit in my cell confused, able to only conjure the sight of the many paintings that I had bought.

I am sure that no women, dead or alive, were in my house. I can swear to that, as God is my witness. I was alone in that house as the police arrested me. I merely collected paintings. That was all which was present in my house. Now they are calling me "insane", but as I have stated before: I am not insane. Of that fact I am sure. Never have I felt insane, nor have I felt any urge to put harm upon anyone. I merely enjoyed collecting my paintings. The only insanity that may have pierced through my sanity is how I became bored with the paintings after a while, and kept putting them away in various places around my house.

But it doesn't matter. I have already been declared insane, and thus, my words aren't believed by anyone. No matter how much I speak, the gallows shall be my final destination. That is a fact of which I am sure.

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thenakedgingerwrites · 5 years ago

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Trapped

Needless to say, I didn't expect what happened today. No one ever does I guess. I was working in my garage while the wife and kids were out running some errands. I cleaned out a bunch of things from the attic above the cars and piled the boxes near the front of the open garage. Having gone up and down my ladder with boxes (while not super heavy) all morning left me pretty fatigued and sweaty. It was still the middle of the afternoon and I was hoping to finish up, shower, and maybe jack off before the family got home. Three kids later, the wife wasn't as generous with sex anymore so I re-learned how to take care of myself. Not that I don't miss the passionate sex we used to have, I just gave up on getting a blowjob ever again, sad as it is. I went back up to get the last box but in my fatigue missed a step. I tried to grab a side plank but failed and instead went through the drywall floor. Well, not entirely. I had been wedged in-between two planks since I was pretty triangular of a build. I had a home gym and kept in shape as best I could. A bit of a belly but still strong as ever. So now here I was, stuck halfway through the roof of the garage. I tried to pull myself up but either couldn't get leverage, was too tired, or was stuck on something. Maybe all three. Either way, I wasn't going anywhere. Luckily the way I was stuck wasn't painful but I couldn't move. For whatever reason I yelled "HELLO!?" thinking someone would come to find me but instantly felt stupid for it. The family was gone and while the garage door was open, the boxes blocked most of the view to the street so it wouldn't have been obvious to anyone I'd be lucky enough to have pass by.

If I knew someone was walking by I'm sure I could yell to get their attention (if they didn't have headphones in) but I didn't want to yell for an hour hoping someone would find me. The family should be back within an hour or so. They'll laugh at finding daddy coming through the roof but my wife will get the ladder so I can climb out of here and then chastise me for not paying attention. Sigh. Fifteen minutes or so went by as I hung there. I tried to make a game out of it by counting the rafter beams, or swinging my legs for a light ab workout, but was getting bored. I tried to get out again but determined I must be stuck on something. I wiggled my hips to try and figure out what it was. Something was preventing me from pulling myself up and thought it must be something on the bottom of my shirt or my sweatpants. I thought that if I went down a little lower, whatever was stuck would unstick and then I could pull myself free. It took another couple minutes of trying to squeeze myself further into the hole but finally eureka! I felt something give. It was the undeniable rip of my sweatpants but fuck it, I can always get my wife to stitch them back up. Two things became very apparent to me very quickly though. One, my squeezing further into the hole sealed my fate of actually being stuck. Without the leverage of something beneath me I was staying put. Second, the rip to my pants must have been the waist, and the phone in my pocket weighed them down. And down. And down... "You've got to be fucking kidding me." So now, not only was I stuck in my garage ceiling and my pants ripped, I was naked from the waist down. "Great day to not wear underwear, asshole." Well my wife and kids finding me would be a little less fun this way, for everyone. Luckily my ass was hanging towards the driveway so they wouldn't see my exposed cock and nuts but seeing Dad's hairy ass probably wasn't on their to-do list. I decided to give myself one last attempt at freedom and used all my muscles in my arms I could muster. My legs ran in place attempting to help me but alas, nothing. "FUCK!" I cursed. Last fucking time I clean the attic. I catch my breath as I hear the unmistakable pitter patter of footsteps. "Hello?" a cautious voice calls out. Shit! Of course someone is passing by NOW. "I'm fine, go away!" I yell instinctively. I'm not sure why being rescued is less desirable than a stranger seeing me naked like this. I mean, I'm fit, my cocks a good size (6 hard and pretty thick), maybe a little hairier than most but overall a good looking guy. It's just the shame of the situation. "Ha, you don't look fine." The guy gives a light chuckle. I can tell he's behind me getting an eye full of my round ass. Sigh. "Yeah, I'm not. I fell through while moving some boxes and... fate is out to get me today I guess." "Well one man's trash is another's treasure." What the hell? Did he say this situation was treasure? "Um, yeah. Can you grab my ladder? If that's under me I think I can push up and out of this wedge." Silence. "Hey, guy?" I think I hear footsteps but it's hard to tell. He's probably wearing running shoes so I can't really hear him. Did he leave? *click* The unmistakable sound of a phone camera. "What the fuck man?! Did you just take a picture of me?!" "Yes, only your butt. To remember this laughable situation." "Well I'd fucking appreciate it if you didn't and get me the fuck out of here." I couldn't help my anger starting to boil. It's one thing to be found by a stranger but thinking photos of me could leak on the internet was a different story. "Oh my..." he says. *click* "Dude what the fuck?!" "Sorry, after seeing your dick I couldn't help myself." "You fucking fag!" "And those balls." I felt his finger tips graze my scrotum which set me into a fury. I kicked my legs out at him but there were still bound by my sweatpants. I only kicked air. "Ah, ah ah" the stranger said. "You wouldn't want me sending these photos to everyone in the neighborhood would you?" No, I wouldn't. I calmed my legs down and let them hang limply again. "No I know a way we can both help each other out." "And what's that?" I ask through gritted teeth. "You married?" "And three kids. Straight as an arrow." "Funny thing about arrows, they bend in flight. Anyway, when's the last time you got a good blowjob?" "What?!" "When's the last time your wife gave you a really great blowjob?" "That's none of your Goddamn business." "Ah, I see. When's the last time you had ANY blowjob?" I remained silent. I couldn't think of a good lie but the truth is it had been years. He continued to speak. "You see, I'm kind of addicted to cock. I've become a bit of an expert in my addiction, but it's been a couple weeks since I've blown anyone new." He was behind me now as he placed an open palm on my ass. "So, that's how we can help each other." "You want to give me a blowjob." "Correct." "You want to GIVE me a blowjob, and then help me out?" "Seems like a good deal to you, yes?" I mean, fuck yeah it did. I'm not gay, really I'm not. Unlike a lot of guys in high school I never messed around with any of my guy friends but still, it had been years. And I couldn't see him at all so in my mind I could just pretend it was Scarlet Johansen or Emma Stone or whoever the fuck I wanted it to be. "Is that a deal?" "I mean, what do you need me to do?" "Ideally, just not strangle me with your thighs and I'll do the rest." I did contemplate it, but then I'd be where I started and he may turn violent too. I'm the one in the compromising position. "Okay, deal." "Oh goody!" I felt both of his hands on my ass this time while he planted a big kiss on one cheek. Gross. The stranger pulled something over towards us. It sounded like maybe a one of our plastic storage bins but I'm not sure. I estimated that my cock was probably only 6 feet off the ground but figured he'd need to get a little higher. The first touch was tentative. His hands on my soft cock made me second guess my decision. This was a guy afterall. I couldn't will myself to forget that. This was wrong. And then he took me into his mouth. My abs convulsed by instinct. It was a feeling I'd missed for so long. He sucked and swirled his tongue around my hardening cock and I'm embarrassed to say how quickly I got hard. "Oh wow, you're a thick guy." "Ha, thanks." Wait, why the fuck am I thanking this pervert? Well, he is giving me head... *click* "Hey! No pictures!" "That wasn't part of the deal. And what do you care, your face isn't in them. They're just for me. Promise." "No, seriously. Delete those pic..." He took me back into his mouth and it shut me up. God he was good. This guy definitely had practice with a cock and probably with someone as thick as me because he managed to take almost all of me into him. And like a pro fag, he even popped my balls into his mouth to give my cock a break. While he pumped my wet shaft with his hands he sucked and licked on each nut separately. Taking my cock back into his mouth, his hands grabbed my firm ass from behind. I actually started to rock into him. It felt so fucking good. His fingers snaked their way back towards my ass hole but I stopped him and rocked away, cock popping out of his mouth. "No way. Don't touch my asshole. I'm not gay." "You don't trust me by now? I can make a little prostate stimulation feel really good." "I said no. Blowjob only." "Sigh, have it your way Mr. Boring Married Man." I resented that. Was I really boring because I didn't want to be finger fucked by a guy? A stranger even? He got back to work on my cock and really focused on the head. He was edging me and I knew I wouldn't be able to hold on for much longer. "I think I'm gonna cum soon man." He just continued to work. Nervous he didn't hear me, I said it again. Not sure why I cared to be polite about accidently cumming in his mouth. "Dude, you're about to make me cum. Get off unless you want my load down your throat." He popped off so I figured he finally heard me but unexpectedly he said "feed me, daddy" and engulfed me again. Fuck, this guy was gonna swallow too. I felt the pressure building and tried to hold it back. Once I got to the peak I felt his finger once again find my asshole but not timidly. This guy shoved his finger fully into me all at once and I kid you not, it was the best feeling of my life. His finger deep into my ass, cock in his mouth, balls in his other hand, I exploded. Rope after rope I shot into this guy's mouth. It'd had been a while since I jacked off too so the amount must have been immense. The waves of euphoria were unlike anything I'd ever felt sexually or otherwise. I actually moaned out loud like a pornstar. I always thought they were faking it until now. A long slurping sound later, he unsuctioned himself from my defeated dick. "I take it you liked it then?" "Fuck..." was all I could get out between breaths. "I hope you don't mind, but I'd like to finish too." "Umm, I'm not sure what that means." "Don't worry, nothing gay for you Mr. Straight Married Man. I'm just gonna jack off real quick looking at that cock of yours." "Ugh, fine." I was still spent and had no energy to argue. I just had the best blowjob of my life and was soon going to be free from my embarrassing prison. I heard the ladder, I think, being dragged over towards me. Did he finish already? I tentatively reached a foot out for it but found only air. "Um, guy?" "I'm not done yet, sheesh. Hold your horses." I soon heard the sound of a guy jacking off. He got handsy with me but I decided to just bite my tongue, wanting him to finish as fast as possible. It didn't take him that long until he warned me, "Okay, here it comes." I wasn't expecting him to cum onto me, and I definitely didn't expect him to come on my ass! "Dude!? What the fuck!?" "Ahhhh, that felt amazing." I'm pretty sure he slapped my ass a couple times with his still-hard cock. "Fucking gross man!" "Sorry, couldn't resist. That ass is to die for. Sure you don't want me to fuck you too?" "I'm FUCKING positive!" I yell. "Whoa, whoa, okay, okay. Thought I'd ask." "Well the answer is fucking no. Now bring that damn ladder over here so I can wipe this shit off me." "Okay, okay. One last photo though." *click* "Stop!" "I couldn't help it, I needed to get a picture of me marking you." Like a fucking dog? Marking me? Little did he know, when I got out of here I was gonna get him and break that fucking phone. I imagined he'd run when he gave me the ladder but I was fast. "Whatever man, just bring me the ladder." "I actually don't think that's a good idea." "What the hell!? We had a deal!!" I was furious. I started to flail my legs, my semi-soft cock slapping against my thighs. "I know, I know. But I don't think you're going to be too kind to me when you get free. And I'd much prefer your wife to find you like this. Another guy's cum on your ass." "YOU FUCKING MOTHER FUCKER!!" "Well, Daddy fucker maybe." "GET ME DOWN!!" *SLAP* He slapped me hard against my right cheek. "Until next time stud." "GET BACK HERE!!" I writhed and wiggled for a few minutes, fuming with anger. After a bit longer though, I determined he had gone. I again was trapped with no hope of rescue. And honestly, no desire for rescue now either. As I hang there, remnants of my spent cock dripping to the floor and the mysterious stranger's cum drying on the globes of my ass, I hear our minivan pull up into our driveway. How was I going to explain this...

#enm #humliation #trapped

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eusage · 4 years ago

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⟨ LEE TAEMIN. CIS MALE. HE/HIM. ⟩ though the mist might prevent some from seeing it, SAGE HWANG is actually a descendent of H E C A T E. it’s still a question of whether or not the TWENTY-SEVEN year old MIST MANIPULATION MAJOR from NEW YORK, USA has taken after their godly parent completely, but the demigod is still known to be quite EMPATHETIC & ERRATIC.

hi everyone!! my name is xun and i am so excited to be here! c: i present to you the emotional hurricane that is sage hwang! he is a son of hecate and i cannot wait to get this all started!

i actually have a profile page over here: x, a look into the history of sage over here x and you can read all about his personality and powers on the acceptance post over here x!

sage hwang was born in brooklyn, nyc and has lived there up until deciding to join eonia.

he has always lived alone with his stoner dad and mostly had to take care of himself. his childhood isn’t all bad, though. he’s got a lot of good memories with his father, and it wasn’t until sage was almost of age that the drug addiction really took a turn for the worst.

the addiction quickly got out of hand, and after his father refused to accept help and always being completely drugged out, sage eventually left him by himself.

he did put a protection spell on his father, though, and still secretly peeked into his life from time to time.

17-year-old sage barely had any money at the time and decided to take shelter in an abandoned building. he kept himself warm during the cold nights with his pyrokinesis powers and protected the building with various concealment spells. he lived alone like that for a while, but eventually found other demigods to keep him company.

he’s provided a safe shelter to various lone demigods he’s come across. while he provided them with safety and the warmth of a fire, he’d ask them to use their own powers to survive in any way they could as well. that way, they’d be able to live comfortably and help each other out. (plus he absolutely SUCKS at physical combat, so anyone with superhuman strength would a++)

he’s very empathetic and forgiving, so even to the (often) jaded demigods that would show up with bad attitudes, he tried his best to help them in any way he could. sometimes, to the point where it became ridiculous. the only thing he would throw a demigod out for was if they continuously endangered the safety of the others.

sage is very kind, but also highly emotional. kind of like a ticking time bomb. he can get very upset/angry whenever people close to him put himself in danger. it doesn’t help that he always feels like there is more that he can do to be better. hence why he eventually decided to attend eonia. he wants to ensure he really is doing the most he can to protect those around him, without feeling tense 24/7.

but he does pray to hecate every single day to make sure the people he left behind in new york are okay.

his powers work best at night so he usually naps a lot throughout the day and is awake all night to practice his skills.

okay so summarising all of that was kinda shitty BUT i do have some plot requests + thread ideas here ( i purposely made them very vague so we can discuss and adjust them more in private c: )

POSITIVE

BEST FRIENDS (0/2) (requirements: age 24+). sage is the type of person to always take care of anyone and everyone if he can, but you are one of the very few people that actually allow him to relax for a moment. might have met before in new york, or maybe you got close very fast during your time at eonia.

NEW YORK DEMIGODS (0/?) back in new york, you stayed with sage and his group of demigods for a while. might have taught each other a thing or two as well, perhaps have had to save each other, etc etc.

COFFEE PRINCE(SS) (0/1) the one person who truly understands what a night owl like sage needs to get through the day: coffee. it started with you randomly bringing him a cup while he was falling asleep again, but ended in a beautiful friendship.

RAY OF SUNSHINE (0/1) (preferably apollo’s children, i guess, but any muse who loves to make music is fine!) sage absolutely loves to dance and release his stress, you love making music: perfect combination. he always comes your way just to clear his head for a moment.

NEUTRAL

EX-LOVERS (0/2) (requirements: age 24+, gender not important.) you dated for a while (before eonia or during your time at eonia), but things didn’t work out the way you wanted to and so you broke it off. whether or not they are on good terms now is up for discussion, but in all likeliness sage DOES try to avoid you because of the emotional burden he does not want to carry. (sage has a tendency to walk off during fights as well, so that could also be part of the reason for the break up)

NEGATIVE

ENEMIES (0/?) while sage is not the type of person to straight up fight people, he still rubs people the wrong way sometimes. he might have been too sensitive in response to something your muse said or did. or maybe there was an incident while he was trying to practice his pyrokinesis skills and you’ve never really forgiven him for it.

ONE SIDED CRUSH (0/1) (requirements age 24+) for a while, sage has had a huge crush on you and actually seemed to be under the impression that his feelings were reciprocated. but, alas, they weren’t, and him being the absolute emotional wrecking ball that he is, took full offense to it. he now tries his best to avoid you. friends? you thought.

threads ideas:

heard you like to experiment with herbal cigarettes, can i join you please?

your dad is a tattoo artist, right? are you skilled too?? can you draw a tattoo on me too?? (bonus points for being drunk/high and regretting it later)

we are teamed up for our combat tactics class, but honestly, i have NEVER seen someone suck so hard at this. can i get a new teammate please? (no? ok.)

i don’t really like you much, but i need help in the witchcraft department and i really can’t ask anyone else

drunk threads! sage doesn’t drink a lot, but when he does, he gets wasted fairly quickly. which drunk sage are you gonna get today? happy? sad? clingy? find out after the break

idk please just plot with me ill think of something else!!

#( to be fair all of this is a whole ass mess and i SUCK at this but please do plot with me : (#( everyone has these beautiful edits of their muse and i honestly don't know shit about photoshop BUT ALAS here's my basic ass introduction #( welcome @ everyone though! c:#( ooc. )#( please do ignore my typos im too impatient to reread

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blackrose343 · 4 years ago

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Unforgettable Night - NSFW

This fanfic is for 18+

Warnings: Sex

Kuroshitsuji / Black Butler - Sebastian x Female Reader

Fanfic Summary: For a long time Arthur Wordsmith could never forget his time at the Phantomhive manor. As his friend you tried to comfort him yet he would never reveal what happened. Every time you would mention it, Arthur would automatically become frightened. A new professor arrives to the school you both teach at. Your acquaintance with the new professor makes Arthur uneasy. Yet you can’t help yourself from indulging in your desire.

4,129 words

Still binge watching Kuroshitsuji and decided to revisit this fanfic too.

It was just past nightfall. Drizzles of rain were starting to come down, becoming liquefied tears. Lightning was hitting the ground with a mighty fist. Thunder could be heard from all over. There were stacks of papers to grade, a medium sized candle, and a cup of Earl Grey on my desk. Professor Wordsmith, my colleague, was seated at the desk waiting for me to bring some snacks. He seemed to be more tense and worried than usual tonight. I admit, I knew him for quite some time, but I could not tell what was bothering him right now or any other time there was a thunderstorm.

He has been like this ever since he came back from a party held by Earl Phantomhive. I have asked him multiple times to tell me what had happened, but he always starts to shake with tremendous fear and becomes as pale as a ghost. I would advise him to go to a psychologist, but I - along with the majority of the people - am extremely skeptical about them.

I set the tray of food down on the table and looked into Wordsmith’s eyes through the candle’s flame. He gives me a small and innocent smile, trying to hide the fear radiating off of him. I wanted to put the poor man’s head in my bosom and rock him back and forth like a child, but refrained from doing so. “Arthur, you need to let this go. It has been years since that night has happened.”

“I wish I could, but that night is stuck in my memory. It is as if that entire time at the Phantomhive manor happened yesterday. I can never forget that night. Never.”

“Please, drink some tea. It will calm your nerves.” His hands shook as he took a sip of his tea. I took a bite of one of the cookies I set down. Its crumbs got on my dress, but I paid no heed to them. I wanted to calm Arthur down as much as possible before we went home for the night. “I wish you could forget about that night. Your wife is very worried about you. It may not be long till your daughter notices. You did say that she saw you burn a stack of papers, which I am assuming was about that night.”

“Let’s change the subject. Just saying ‘that night’ is starting to get me scared.”

“Do forgive me. I did not think it would. What a horrible thing I have done to you, my good friend.”

“Do not fret over it. You do not completely understand how it has affected me.’

“But, if it wasn't for that event, you would have never gotten an idea or inspiration for that story you wrote.”

“I know, but please.”

“Of course, I understand. Oh, did you hear of the new professor that is going to start working here tomorrow?”

“No, I did not. Have you?”

“Yes, some of the women said they were able to get a glimpse of him when he filled out an application to work here.” As I explained to Arthur what the other faculty members said about the new professor, his face paled. It was as if a vampire was sucking all of his blood from thin air. He quickly got out of his chair and ran through the door. “Arthur!”

I grabbed the candle and followed him. I did not think Arthur was the athletic type. He was running away from here as if a ghost was haunting him. He went around the corner towards the exit. As I turned the corner, I slipped. I had to claw my nails into the wall to prevent myself from getting caught on fire. Once I got my footing right, I stood up and saw that Arthur was gone. I quickly went back to my office and called his household. I told his wife what happened and to call me if he came home safe.

Today, I awoke to such a wonderful morning. Everything about it was perfect. Bright and warm sun, chirping birds, everything that Spring stood for in a nutshell. I thought it was a shame to waste, so I decided to have my class outside and have my students write about what they thought Spring meant to them.

I was on my way to my classroom when I caught Arthur from the corner of my eye. I went over to him and greeted him a good morning. He did the same and apologized for his actions from last night. I told him not to worry about it. He calmed down when I told him my plans for the day. Arthur thought it was a marvelous idea.

We started to talk about how his wife reacted to his actions and what he did to calm himself down when he returned home. He then told me how his daughter asked him to tell her a story to help her fall asleep. Arthur said that he made her pray to God before he told her a story. Honestly, I think it is stupid that people waste their time doing that, but I will not judge him for it. “Speaking of which, why are you wearing a pin of a cross? This is a public school.”

“To calm my nerves.” He gave a nervous laugh while he rubbed the back of his head. I wanted to tell him wearing a pin would not do anything, but I will accept anything that makes him feel safe. I also wanted to ask him why now of times he would wear it, but the bell rang. I was about to say goodbye to Arthur, but he beat me to it and sprinted away. I was bewildered, but turned around.

My face crashed into someone’s chest. Instinct made me take a quick step back. A strong, lean arm wrapped itself around my waist helping me regain my balance. I looked up to be met by a pair of crimson eyes behind a pair of glasses. Slightly messy raven black hair was framing the man’s pale face. It was the most handsome face I had ever seen. I can see why the women were awestruck when they saw him. “F-forgive me. I was not paying attention to my surroundings.”

“The fault is all mine madame. It was so rude of me to run into a beautiful woman such as yourself.” I had the feeling he was only saying that because he was trying to falter me, but I was faltered. I could feel a rosy blush run across my cheeks. Everything about this man was getting me hot. I felt like I was going to melt. This man was every woman's dream. He was handsome, intelligent, polite, and strong. I want to know what type of man he is in bed.

“Forgive me for I must get to my class.” I quickly left him like a school girl running away from her crush. I never knew I could feel like that again. The first time I felt like this was when I first met Arthur in high school.

Once I arrived to class, I apologized to my students for making them wait for me. We went through with my plans from earlier and they were successful. I also found out about the new student in my class, Ciel Phantomhive. I was shocked that his father would make him go to a school like this. It wasn't particularly bad per say, but usually the children of high social status would have private tutors come to their home.

The rest of the day was nice. Arthur seemed to have calmed down a bit and I got the majority of my papers graded. I finished most of what needed to be done, but alas, I could not get Professor Michaelis out of my head. Damn, that man is such a charmer.

As the next couple weeks passed by, I became more acquainted with Professor Michaelis. I noticed Arthur started to drift away from me and barely said a word when we had lunch together. It was making me become depressed. I want to be friends with Michaelis, but I do not want to lose Arthur in the process of it.

I was in my office grading timed essays from today when Arthur came in. He seemed a bit paranoid. He locked the door and came to my desk. His eyes went directly to mine, penetrating through the candle and locking my eyes with his. It had been a long time since I have seen Arthur like this. I had a feeling it was about my acquaintance with Sebastian. I was correct.

Arthur tried to convince me to stop trying to be friends with Sebastian, but I refused to do so. He did not explain to me why I should stay away from him. I gave him reasons to keep trying to convince me otherwise. I was so caught up with supporting my choice that I did not notice Arthur getting furious. He slammed his hands down on my desk, making everything shake momentarily. Shock took over, making me stop in the middle of my sentence. His hands were curled into fists. His teeth were clenched together.

He took a couple deep breaths and then put a stack of journals on my desk. I looked at him, bemused. I did not know what to do with these, but he would not answer. I gingerly picked up the book at the top of the stack. I quickly skimmed it and then read it meticulously. My eyes widened. These journals contained the story of that night at the Phantomhive’s party. I understood what was happening. Not only was Arthur finally allowing me to know what happened, but the books also had the reason why I should stay away from Sebastian.

Days passed as I read his story. I got so absorbed in it that Arthur offered to grade all of my papers until I finished reading them. Sebastian seemed to notice and only spoke to me for a few moments. Arthur really did remember everything as if it happened yesterday. Everything was so detailed: the dresses, rooms, even the food. I understood why Arthur did not want to see another body, but I did not understand why he was afraid of Sebastian.

I was in my office, finishing the last part of the book while organizing my office. This certain part was making chills go up my spine. I started to forget that this was what Arthur experienced. All of it was merging into a fantasy novel. I stopped reading it to give myself a break and to remind myself that this was real, not fantasy.

I started to boil some water and grade some papers Arthur left for me. I sat down at my desk and took a deep breath. I did not want to grade papers, but I knew I had to since I had to give them back and go over them tomorrow. Grading papers made me realize how much I missed over the past few days. I started to remember conversations I had with the other professors. Some of the women always talked about Sebastian and how they envied me. Some faculty members talked about how brilliant Ciel was. I was looking over Ciel’s essay when I remembered that conversation. “Damn, he is brilliant. The others weren’t lying. Well, his was the last essay to grade. Now I can finish that book.”

I took a sip of my tea as I reached across the desk to get the book. My middle finger pushed it off the desk, but did not hit the floor. I looked in the direction the book fell and saw someone getting up. The candlelight didn’t give off enough light to reveal the black silhouette in front of me. However, the candle’s light was able to reveal the silhouette was reading Arthur’s story. “Excuse me, but that is private. Please give it to me.”

“I’ve been wondering what you’ve been reading for the past few days, but I did not think it was this.” The silhouette turned towards me, letting the candle’s light reveal who it was. I knew it was Sebastian since I could never forget those eyes. He was looking down at me with the book in the air, a smirk on his face. I started to get a good idea of why Arthur wanted me to stay away from him even though I did not get to the real reason yet. “You are about to get to the greatest part. Though, I am shocked that Mr. Wordsmith would allow you to know this was all real.”

“As you probably know Mr. Michaelis, Arthur and I have been friends for a long time.” A thunderstorm started, making me feel how Arthur does every time one occurs. Fear started to creep up my body, but I was not going to allow Sebastian to see it. Sebastian smirked and started to read where I have left off. The room became eerie and cold. Goosebumps were appearing on my arms. Sebastian was taking his time walking to me. A dark aura (which Arthur described as an ill feeling) started to surround me. I looked all around me and saw that I had no escape.

“Do you want to know why Mr. Wordsmith fears me?” It was difficult to see yet I saw Sebastian change. Not his clothes but his appearance. His eyes glowed red with a slight pink hue. Claws formed. It was obvious Sebastian was not human. My instincts told me to try and run, but I knew it would be of no use. I also did not want to leave. I seemed to feel more at home around his aura for some peculiar reason. I wanted to reach over to him and pull him towards me. I wanted our lips to connect. I wanted his aura to engulf me. I wanted this man to drown me in pleasure. Sebastian’s smirk grew as he noticed what I was starting to crave.

He was in front of me. My heart was pounding so fast, so hard. I thought it was going to explode. My forehead was forming droplets of sweat. My lips were parted, waiting for either myself to say something or for Sebastian to claim them. He bent down to my level, letting one of his claws lightly caress my face. He was watching my every move, every expression, everything about me.

He had his thumb on my lower lip, slowly sliding and pressing it. His claw left a shallow cut on it. My saliva dripped on it, making it sting. It did not hurt, but made me give him a low moan. My breaths got shallower with each passing minute. He lightly blew on the cut, hearing me sigh in pleasure. He wrapped his arm around my waist again, just like the first time we met. He pressed my lip some more, forcing blood to come out of the cut. He was going to place his lips on mine, but changed his mind at the last second. He stuck his tongue out and started to lick the blood coming out of my lip. I took a sharp breath and moaned. I could feel my breasts hitting Sebastian’s chest.

He stopped licking my cut and brought his mouth to my ear. He softly whispered that he did not have to be as scary as Arthur described him. I knew that he was telling the truth. I knew that this was going to be a one time thing. I allowed him to do as he pleased. I knew this was his way of making me not tell anyone his secret. Right now, I did not care about anything except the pleasure Sebastian was going to give me. I wanted it and would do anything to have it.

Sebastian sucked on my wound and then claimed my mouth. I wished that he did not force my arms to stay at my sides. Oh, how much I wanted to wrap my arms around his neck and deepen our kiss! Our tongues fought for dominance, but he quickly took it. I could feel saliva going down my jaw and onto my neck. I could feel my breast coming out of my dress.

His grip loosened as his lips left mine. A pout formed on my face. He chuckled and licked away my line of saliva. His warm tongue traveled from the base of my neck to the corner of my mouth. I turned my head towards his tongue, wanting it to claim my mouth again. Sadly, Sebastian pulled his head away and offered me his hand. I looked at it questioningly. I did not understand why I would have to get up. “I think your tea would have been better if it has some ‘milk.’“

Sebastian was showing me the sexiest, most erotic smirk I had ever seen. Butterflies started to flutter in my stomach. The darkest blush was forming on my cheeks. I had never been talked to so inappropriately. I knew I should have been appalled, but I was one of the rare ones that liked that type of stuff. He seated himself in the chair with his legs spread apart. He was waiting for me to make my move. I gave him a sweet and innocent smile then got down on my knees. I placed one hand on his thigh and the other on his hardened member. I started to gently rub it, earning a slight grunt from him. I then undid his fly and let his member come out. My blush deepened, for it was huge. I had to admit, his cock was the greatest I had ever seen, for I did not see that many in my lifetime. Everything about it was perfect: its condition, size, thickness, the tip, everything. I started to do exactly as he did to my lips - I licked the tip of his member. I could sense that he was becoming annoyed with me, but I did not care.

I took the tip into my mouth and swirled my tongue around it. I closed my eyes as I started to bob my head back and forth. I varied my rhythm. I could feel him pulsing inside of my mouth, ready to come. He pushed his member into my mouth, partially going down my throat. His claws punctured my head, but I did not notice. He took his member out of my mouth. I was able to taste some of his seed as it sprayed my chest.

I leaned my head on his leg and gave out a sigh of satisfaction. I was looking up at him, waiting for his next command. He raised his hand and motioned for me to come to him by swinging his index finger back and forth. I quickly got up and Sebastian ripped my dress off. I was standing in front of him with my corset and panties. My breasts were completely exposed to him. I wrapped my arms around my waist and looked down. He pulled me towards him. One of his hands was swirling around my breast. He then pulled on it hard. I let out a scream mixed with pleasure and pain.

He set me down on his lap. My knees were right next to his buttocks. I lowered my hips so they were above his member. He started to play with both my breasts. He sucked on one and pinched the other. I couldn’t stop my loud moans from escaping. The pleasure from my breasts and precious spot were killing me. His member was rubbing against my “lips”. I wanted him to penetrate me and rip my underwear apart. I couldn’t hold myself back any longer and came. “Se-Sebastian!”

After I regained enough stamina, he made me squat above his lap. He told me not to move and tore my panties off. Slowly, I lowered myself onto him. I whimpered as I got closer to the base of his cock, but sighed when he was completely inside of me. I felt as if I was going to come again and it felt so good. I held onto his shoulders and started to move.

It was very clear to Sebastian that I had never had sex in this position. He held onto my waist and started to guide me. When I got the hang of it, he loosened his grip and resumed to playing with my breasts. My moans started to fill the room. I could hear some of Sebastian’s grunts in the background.

I had one hand on his shoulder; my other one was getting my hair out of my face. My head was leaning back. My breasts were jumping up and down while Sebastian played with my nipples. I could feel my climax coming again and picked up the pace. I was so close to coming again, but Sebastian stopped me. I looked at him with dismay on my face and pleading eyes. Again, he smirked at me while he laid me down on my desk.

I was flat on my back with my hands pinned behind my head and my legs spread apart. I quickly covered my opening and started to rub my insides together to reach my orgasm. I was panting, looking up at my tormentor. He brushed his fingers down my sides. It sent chills up my spine. I loved and hated the anticipation.

He continued this torture to the rest of my body until he sensed I was reaching my orgasm. He quickly put his hands between my legs and forced them apart. A little mewl escaped my lips. He stopped what he was doing and forced himself inside me. The top half of my body lifted itself up while my head was forced back. He was pounding into me so hard that I thought he was going to break me. I couldn’t stop mewling and moaning in pleasure. Something told me that he loved that sound. I wanted to do anything he liked so he could pleasure me.

My legs were wrapped around him. My feet were clinging to his pants. My wrists were fighting for freedom. My body was sliding up and down my desk. My mind became hazy. I could hear things falling off of my desk: papers, books, pens. I could feel our sweat mingling, the fire he sent through my mouth and body, and his claws that were cutting me. I could also feel my orgasm coming.

My moans became louder and sighs were escaping my lips. He actually let me come this time, but he was not done. He was still pounding into me. I could not stop my juices from flowing freely from me. Tears were forming in my eyes. I felt something playing with my clitoris for the first time. It felt wonderful and made me come again. Sebastian entered into me once more and released his warm seed inside.

Before his orgasm finished, he took his member out of me and let his seed cover me from head to toe. My body couldn’t stop shaking. My lungs were trying to gather as much air as possible. Sebastian unwrapped my legs from his and let them dangle off of the desk. I felt like a whore, but I guess I was one for tonight.

As Sebastian tidied himself up, I lifted myself on my elbows and watched him. There was neither a wrinkle nor a crease on him. He looked impeccable. It’s impressive how he can always look like this even when having sex. It was more impressive that his clothes were not dirty. Everything about this man was impressive.

After he left, I quickly ran to the school’s showers and cleaned myself. The next day we both acted as if nothing happened. Though I admit, I could not help but blush when he passed by me. Arthur is still worried about me hanging around Sebastian, no matter how many times I reassured him that he would not harm me.

When I got to class, I gave my students a free day. Some of their papers were covered in come or destroyed. It was a good thing I recorded the grades in my grade book. Sebastian came in and asked if he could speak with me. I gladly agreed to do so. Ciel looked at him, annoyed. I blushed, knowing that he knew what happened last night. Sebastian pulled me out of the room and told me to ignore him. He lowered his head and kissed me. I gave in immediately. I would do anything to have him again.

#kuroshitsuji #black butler #sebastian x reader #sebastian michaelis

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Seungwan should've known better than to wager against Sooyoung.

Considering the Slytherin girl's penchant for mischief and deception, it should've been enough incentive for Seungwan to know that something fishy was going on. But even her long history of pure bad luck and gullible tendencies didn't prevent her from taking the bait. Now she had to sneak around the halls of Hogwarts in the middle of the night concealed under the invisibility cloak to search of the fabled Room of Requirement.

She could've been lounging in the Ravenclaw common room right now writing her essay in Transfiguration and or sneaking into the kitchens to teach the art of Muggle baking to the house elves she befriended but no, she just had to lose a stupid bet.

And now, she had to pay for the price.

She descended from the winding steps of the Grand Staircase and followed the directions leading to the castle grounds. The rational part of her brain screamed at her to Turn back! You're breaking school rules! Retreat before you get expelled! But the other side of her, the small, miniscule and barely-there prideful side of her refused to be cowed. She will not back down from this. Seungwan didn't want to give Sooyoung the satisfaction of knowing that she was a coward all along.

By the end of the corridor, the young Ravenclaw stopped dead in her tracks when the Gray Lady fluttered pass the solid walls. Their gazes met and those lifeless eyes seemed to see past the magic veil of her invisibility cloak. Seungwan briefly wandered if ghosts were immune to its enchantments. Thankfully, the Gray Lady ignored her existence and continued haunting the halls of Hogwarts. Once the coast was clear, Seungwan resumed her task.

Any normal person could pretend and claim about finding the Room of Requirement but Seungwan was such a bad liar so there was no way she could've successfully pulled a deception of this magnitude from Sooyoung. The girl was an experienced bullshit detector and any attempts of manipulation from Seungwan would be for nought.

Besides, Kim Yerim, a young Gryffindor and Sooyoung's evil partner in crime, threatened to jinx Seungwan's flying broom and burn all the books she owned if she ever chickened out. In the end, the Ravenclaw decided that she couldn't risk it.

Lurking behind the statue of a grotesque gargoyle, Seungwan blew off whisps of her blonde hair that obscured her vision as she studied the intricate patterns carved on the walls in the hopes of revealing a concealed passageway. Hogwarts was full of hidden rooms and other enchantments. Many of its secrets remained undiscovered and it would take her centuries to uncover all of them.

There was an unmistakable sound of footsteps echoing along the halls and she hastened her pace. "Nox!" After extinguishing the light from her wand and ensuring that her entire body was hidden underneath the cloak, Seungwan waited with bated breath when she saw the hunched figure of Filch emerge from the Great Hall. His beady eyes scanned the empty corridor, searching for anything suspiciously out of the ordinary. He entirely missed the young Ravenclaw's silhouette standing beside a knight statue and decided to make a quick stop to his office. He found it pointless to patrol the school and catch rule-breaking students without the aid of his precious shackles.

Seungwan released a sign of relief. She was not getting caught today. No sir!

She poked her head out from the cloak, checking to see if he really left the vicinity and cheering internally when he did. Seungwan was really pushing it now. The number of school rules she was breaking must be horrendous and her best friend Joohyun would be so disappointed, especially when she finds out that the invisibility cloak she lent to Seungwan had been used for illegal purposes.

Seungwan knew that she was a bad friend, taking advantage of Joohyun's kindness and lying just to achieve her ends, but a lot was at stake here and she couldn't let the devil duo win. She couldn't let them taint Ravenclaw's immaculate reputation by allowing the spread of rumors regarding her cowardice. Seungwan would rather die than bring shame to her house.

The young Ravenclaw sucked in a deep breath and steadied her resolve. She needed to find this Room of Requirement as soon as possible so she could return to her common room and be done with it. She still needed to read Gilderoy Lockhart's Voyages with Vampires goddamnit!

"The light drives away the void that has long blinded my eyes upon your arrival." Seungwan nearly jumped in surprise when the portrait of a dark-haired woman, wearing a white Grecian dress and resting casually on a rustic bench then holding a cluster of grapes within the palm of her hands, called her attention. The title Embodiment of Love and Beauty: Aphrodite was carved on the base of the portrait's golden frame and it sparked a recent memory of the Greek Mythology book Seungwan was reading a few days ago. "Come yonder and whisper the melody into my ears-" Aphrodite leaned closer to get a better look at the blonde girl. "-the reason why a darling rose like you lurks in the darkness of the night."

Wow. The Ravenclaw was amazed. Who knew that Aphrodite could be so poetic? All the books she read never mentioned how the goddess had a way with words. She could give Apollo a run for his money.

"Uhmm.." Seungwan was bewildered because she thought she was doing a great job of hiding. Apparently not, because she was clearly caught by someone, even if it was just a mere painting. "I was hoping to find the Room of Requirement." The greek goddess ruefully shook her head, tendrils of raven black locks swaying with every movement, and made such a simple act look so elegant.

Aphrodite seemed refined and ethereal and for some reason, Seungwan noted an akin likeness between the goddess and Joohyun.

Huh.

"My lovely rose. Forget such trivialities and allow me to bask in your sweet presence." Aphrodite purred as she batted her eyelashes coquettishly at the innocent girl. The goddess seemed to have taken a liking towards the young Ravenclaw. "You wield the brilliance of the sun within you. Are you, perchance, an offspring of Apollo?" And when Seungwan shook her head no, the deity continued singing her praises. "No matter. I will not let such things hinder us. For I will pluck all stars in the sky and weave them into garments only befitting of your radiance."

The blonde girl didn't know what to do with the sudden attention. She was flattered, really, that the Goddess of Love and Beauty found her worthy of her affections but Aphrodite was a portrait and Seungwan was just not into her.

Seungwan thought of ways on how to gently turn the goddess' advances down without offending her. Sure, Aphrodite was a portrait and held no real power over her but all deities, even ones immortalized in paintings, had enormous pride and easily get injured at the smallest of things.

"I wish to fulfill your wishes O lovely Aphrodite! But my heart is torn and I simply cannot." Seungwan decided to lay it thick and flatter the goddess. The sooner she escapes this predicament, the sooner she can continue her task of finding the elusive room. "For I am a mere mortal unworthy of your affections. Our becoming is never destined and the Sisters of Fate would drive us apart." At times like these, her greasiness was put to good use. All those instances of playfully flirting at Joohyun was paying off.

"We simply cannot be." She whispered brokenly to elicit a dramatic effect and successfully rendered Aphrodite into tears. Who knew that Seungwan had a knack for theatrics?

A part of her was guilty for pulling this cunning move and manipulating someone, even if that someone was just a portrait, but she couldn't deny the rush of excitement it gave her. She was starting to know what it felt like being a Slytherin.

"Alas! You speak of the truth, my darling rose, and my heart has come to accept this. Forgive me for forcing my unwanted affections upon you." The goddess wiped away the last of her tears and gathered her resolve. "Allow me to amend my offenses and aid you in your endeavors." Aphrodite bestowed her godly blessings upon the blonde, which was completely unnecessary because the deity was a painting and she wielded no real power, and Seungwan just obeyed because she wasn't raised to be rude. "You seek of a place which is hard to find. A room that comes and goes."

That piqued the young Ravenclaw's interest and she leaned closer, eager to learn what the deity has to say. Aphrodite smiled fondly at Seungwan before stating a cryptic message. "It only ever appears in times of great need."

Their little chat was interrupted when familiar voices sounded down the corridor. "I think someone's down here!" One of them said and their footsteps quickened. The young Ravenclaw panicked and spurred into action by hiding behind a marble pillar and covering herself with the invisibility cloak. She waited with bated breath and clutched her wand tightly as she prepared herself for an unwanted confrontation.

Seungwan thought she heard the distinct sound of a cat purring and upon glancing down, she was caught paralyzed by the sight of Mrs. Norris glaring at her nastily. The feline's beady yellow eyes sent tendrils of fear to her spine. For a moment, she wondered how the animal could see her through the veil of the enchanted cloak. Did felines have a heightened sense of sight that they acquired the ability to detect invisible objects? "Shoo! Please go away." Seungwan tried her best to treat the cat with as much courtesy as possible because even though Mrs. Norris wasn't the most well-liked among the students, considering she was Filch's pet, but she was still a cat and Seungwan respected all animals, no matter how evil.

Mrs. Norris had other intentions because her hackles rised and lunged to attack the young Ravenclaw. Those razor-sharp claws sank deep into her leg, slightly drew some blood, and effectively tore her trousers. The blonde was unable to stop the groan that escaped from her lips when she felt the stinging sensation.

Crap!

The voices became louder and the young Ravenclaw barely had time to control her agonized breathing when two figures emerged from the dark hall. Upon getting a clearer look on their features, Seungwan stifled a groan and cursed the universe for playing a sick game on her.

It was her friends. Seulgi and Joohyun.

Both of which were Prefects.

Prefects who were patrolling the halls of Hogwarts late at night.

Prefects who, if they somehow caught wind of Seungwan's rule-breaking, had the authority to take away house points and report the said girl to the Head of the Ravenclaw House.

Just her luck.

"There's nothing down here Joohyun." Seulgi directed the tip of her wand to cast a beam of light upon the dark corridor. Joohyun told her earlier that she heard some noises in the vicinity and accompanied her friend to investigate. "It's just Mrs. Norris hissing at nothing in particular." Seulgi nodded at the said feline, who was busy glaring at an empty spot behind a marbled pillar, then turned to regard her friend skeptically.

"That's odd." A minute ago, she thought she heard someone whimpering as if they were in pain. Thinking that a person was injured, she hurried over to check it out, only to find nothing. Did I miss something? Joohyun thought as she squinted her eyes to thoroughly examine the dark hall. She found the cat's actions quite unusual, hissing at the wall and clawing at the empty space as if provoked by the air, but she chalked it up to weird animal behavior. She shook her head and acquiesced. "It must have been my imagination."

"Do you want to rest? I could finish patrolling if you want. We've already checked most of the castle anyway." Seulgi asked her friend in concern. Being a kind person that she was, it's quite expected of her to ensure her friend's well-being, even if it meant sacrificing her own. Maybe her good-nature just comes with being a Hufflepuff.

"No, I'm fine." Joohyun declined her offer and adjusted the green scarf wrapped around her neck. The cold air felt like freezing shards that bit her skin but she shrugged her uneasiness off and remained impassive because she didn't want to inconvenience Seulgi. "Let's finish this."

She gritted her teeth when another blast of the chilly night air hit her face. Joohyun longed for a personal heater, probably in the form of a blonde Ravenclaw Muggleborn whose bright smile put the sun to shame.

"Last stop, the Dungeons." Seulgi shivered anxiously when she uttered the word. She aimed the light down the spiralling staircase that led to their intended destination and huddled close to Joohyun partly for warmth and mostly for reassurance. The taller girl felt uncomfortable with dark and creepy places. She had gotten used to the warm and comfy atmosphere of the Hufflepuff common room and stifling areas like the Dungeons made her quite nervous. It was a good thing she had her Slytherin friend to accompany her.

Joohyun furrowed her brows, took one last look at the dark halls, before reluctantly following Seulgi to continue with their patrol.

As soon as the Prefects were out of sight, the blonde released the breath she'd been holding and quickly shrugged off her cloak to check the damage that evil cat had inflicted.

Sure enough, her trousers were torn and there was a trail of blood that stained the rainbow-colored socks she borrowed from Seulgi. Crap! The socks were ruined and no amount of Scourgify could remove those bloodstains. Seungwan used to stock her luggage with numerous bottles of bleach for cleaning purposes but her supplies dwindled after that one particular incident which involved diving under the black lake for some experimental research in Care of Magical Creatures and trying to befriend a Giant Squid for extra credit.

How was the blonde supposed to know that the Giant Squid’s way of showing its trust and getting its stamp of approval was to squirt stinky black ink all over her body?

How was she supposed to know that, by that simple and disgusting gesture alone, she was already adopted into the squid community?

Squid ink was difficult to remove, mind you, and it left Seungwan smelling like seafood the whole week.

And that was the story of how she used up all her bleach.

If only there was some magical equivalent of the 7/11 convenient store in the wizarding world so she could restock her supplies.

Oh well, can’t have everything, can we?

Mrs. Norris poised for another attack and that was enough incentive for Seungwan to run for her life. It was quite ridiculous that she was being terrorized by a cat but in her defense, Mrs. Norris was a demon incarnate. No amount of reasoning would work around that feline so with the influence of her self-preservation, the young Ravenclaw took off. If she were to die, she didn’t want it to be caused by something stupid like being clawed to death by a cat. That’s just ridiculous. She’d be rolling over her grave if that were to happen.

Seungwan dashed along the winding halls of Hogwarts and ignored the burning sensation on her wound. Adrenaline was the only thing keeping her sane now and she tried to remain composed while a murderous cat followed her wake. She took a series of twist and turns and ran until she could no longer hear the sound of screeching and purring.

The Ravenclaw stopped short to catch her breath and shrugged off her cloak to wipe the sweat off her face. She had never been more exhausted in her entire life and that was a great indicator that Seungwan needed to do more cardio. It made her wonder if this dare was worth risking her life for. She contemplated of backing out but the mocking laugh of Sooyoung and the sinister grin of Yeri, along with the images of broken brooms and burning books, flashed into her mind and her resolve was back full force.

She’d come this far. Might as well get this over with.

She will not live like a coward. Not today Satan!

But as soon as Seungwan regained some courage, it quickly dwindled when she realized that she was lost, like, really lost. It seemed like she stumbled upon an old abandoned classroom by chance.

Scrolls of spare parchment and splinters littered the floors, unused desks and chairs were stacked haphazardly behind the dust-covered blackboard and marbled statues were blasted into pieces. The windows were smashed and the walls were scorched. It’s as if someone lit the whole room on fire and left it burning for centuries. A few Dementor dummies were broken beyond repair and some of its parts fell to ashes.

Then something caught her attention.

Standing far back into the room and partially covered by a worn red tapestry, there was an ornate and fairly ancient-looking mirror. The base had a clawed foot that served as a support and the gold borders that framed its edges were inscribed with a foreign and probably dead language.

Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi

Due to the fact that she was a Ravenclaw and she had a natural tendency to be curious, Seungwan walked close to inspect the object. She tried to decipher the hidden meaning behind the carvings and moved until her silhouette was reflected in the mirror.

She looked like a hobo.

Due to all the running she had to do, her short blonde locks clung to her neck in sticky waves and sweat dampened her skin. Her robes were askew and trousers were torn. She looked like she took a jolly night stroll at the Forbidden Forest but got attacked by an Acromantula.

Her disheveled appearance reminded her of the time Ravenclaw had a Quidditch match against Gryffindor. It was a pitch-black stormy day and she strayed off the pitch trying to catch the Golden Snitch. She was struck by lightning and landed on the Whomping Willow really badly. Ravenclaw won the match but her broom was pretty wrecked and she was out of commission for nearly three months.

Seungwan tried to smooth out the unruly bangs that covered her eyes when the image shimmered and her appearance changed. Suddenly, she wasn't the only person reflected in the mirror anymore.

Standing before her were her friends and all sported cheery expressions on their faces. They looked older and more refined. Gone was the childlike naivety in their eyes and it was replaced with such wisdom that only comes after long years of being exposed to the world and meeting different people.

Each of them portrayed their dream job. Sooyoung was now a fierce Auror. There was a certain fire in her eyes as she casually draped an arm over a Yerim, who appeared to be the youngest Head of the Ministry of Magic. The Gryffindor girl sported the same mischievous smile and it seemed like she still retained her penchant for troublemaking. Seulgi clutched her latest edition Comet 2500 and posed elegantly like the famous Quidditch player that she is. Joohyun was staring at all of them fondly. A small contented smile graced her lips as she stood as the new Headmistress of Hogwarts. Meanwhile, Seungwan had the professional badge of a Mediwitch and cradled in her arms an award from St. Mungo's hospital for her tireless efforts in curing magical maladies.

There she was together with the people she held dearly to her heart, looking happy and contented, serving as pillars of support for each other and carrying with them an unbreakable bond formed by long years of friendship.

Everything she desired and all she had been dreaming about were right before her.

"What are you doing here?"

Seungwan jumped in surprise when she heard the familiar bone-chilling voice that could only belong to one person.

Joohyun.

Judging from the stern expression she was sporting, the Slytherin Prefect was in her no-nonsense mode and she didn't look quite happy catching Seungwan red handed. "Sneaking around the castle at night is forbidden." Her tone sounded accusatory and the Ravenclaw fought hard not to squirm under her intense gaze. If glares could kill, the blonde would be dead right now.

So much for not getting caught.

"Sorry." She offered a lame apology, suddenly finding her shoes very interesting. Oh look! There’s a drop of blood staining the laces! She really needed to get some bleach.

When Joohyun's left eye twitched in annoyance, it didn't take long for Seungwan to break like a dam and quickly spun a tale of how she got into this predicament. "I lost a bet to Sooyoung! I really didn't want to break the rules but Yerim threatened to jinx my broom and burn my books if I chickened out!"

Joohyun remained indifferent the whole time the blonde Ravenclaw pleaded her defense. Her gaze landed on the invisibility cloak that was discarded to the ground. The one she lent to Seungwan. “Is this why you borrowed my cloak? To use it for illicit purposes?”

“No! I mean- Yes!” Seungwan slapped her forehead. She was running out of excuses to tell. It seems like she can’t bullshit her way out of this situation. “I just wanted to find the Room of Requirement and Sooyoung said it can only be found at night.” The blonde sighed in defeat. Even she sounded crazy to herself.

“Didn’t anyone warn you not to play Sooyoung’s games? Anyone in their right minds wouldn’t fall for her tricks.” Joohyun furrowed her brows. How could anyone be that gullible?

“I know! I can be pretty stupid at times!” The Ravenclaw was ready to rip out her hair and throw herself out the window. There would be fewer stupid people in the world and she would be doing the universe a favor. She groaned and stared helplessly at her amused friend. It’s good to know that the Slytherin found entertainment in her misery. “Why do I always make bad life decisions?”

“Honestly? I also ask myself that question.” Then Joohyun noticed the blood gushing on Seungwan’s feet and rushed to her aid immediately. “What happened? Who did this to you?” She forced the blonde to sit down on the floor while she inspected the wounds. Thankfully, it wasn’t that deep and didn’t require a complicated healing spell for it to mend.

“It’s nothing really, just a scratch.” Seungwan tried to shrug it off but Joohyun remained persistent and vigilantly scanned her from head to toe to check if she’d been hurt anywhere else. Once the Prefect was certain that the blonde was relatively unharmed, except for her bloody feet, she proceeded to softly blow air upon the wound in an attempt to soothe the pain. Seungwan blinked twice. Her heart hammering against the cages of her ribs and she had difficulty swallowing the lump in her throat.

There was something about the way Joohyun tenderly cradled her injured leg and traced featherlight strokes on her skin. Her hands were gentle, reverent… cautious. It’s as if she was taking great care not to break Seungwan with her touch. Their gazes met and Seungwan somehow stopped breathing. Something shimmered in Joohyun’s eyes, a message held secret deep within her soul, and the young Ravenclaw couldn’t quite decipher it.

Without taking her stare off the injured girl, the Slytherin Prefect took out her wand and cast a healing spell. “Episkey.” Joohyun whispered under her breath, eyes transfixed on those soft lips, itching to get close…closer.

Seungwan could barely feel the wound closing nor the pain waning. Joohyun was looking at her intensely and she didn’t know how to handle it so she asked a rather dumb query. “Is there something on my face?”

That effectively broke Joohyun out of whatever trance she was in. The Slytherin girl cleared her throat and stood up. She helped the blonde girl to her feet but refused to meet her eyes so she looked everywhere until she gazed upon the ancient looking mirror. Her curiosity was piqued. "What's this?" Noticing the foreign language carved on its golden frame, Joohyun moved closer to examine it. She wondered aloud.

"Erised?"

"Okay, this might sound crazy but I have a theory. Hogwarts is a magical school whose mysteries are still left unsolved. This might be one of those mysteries. You do know that the school never runs out questionable objects." Seungwan voiced out her ideas and it didn't take long for her to start pacing. Her hands making wild gestures in the air as she tried to put into words the thousands of possibilities her brain concocted.

"I think this mirror shows the future." The Ravenclaw declared with such certainty and paused, eyes narrowing as millions of other thoughts swam into her head. "But how far into the future does it show? Maybe not too far." She shook her head and continued pacing.

The Slytherin Prefect stood back and watched the blonde mutter a thousand things per minute. It's like her mouth couldn't keep up with her brain so she compensates by rambling about nothing and everything at once. It was only during times like this that Joohyun would get a glimpse inside Seungwan's mind. The younger girl was usually insecure about being a chatterbox, always carefully watching her words and actions around people. If it were up to her, she'd listen to Seungwan all day. Her thoughts were like lyrics Joohyun would gladly spend her life composing into a song.

"What do you see?" Her internal musing was interrupted when the Ravenclaw stopped pacing and regarded her with an inquiry. Solving mysteries had always been Seungwan's obsession and the Prefect could tell that she was in her element. Joohyun could see it. The way the flames of curiosity burned in those brown orbs and the eagerness to discover the unknown transformed her, giving her an aura of confidence that rarely showed itself.

Seungwan was glowing and it took her breath away.

It took Joohyun a few moments to gather her thoughts. The effort to calm her pounding heart was futile for the blonde proved to be quite distracting so she focused all her attention to both their reflection in the mirror instead.

"I don't see anything." Joohyun furrowed her brows and regarded the blonde in confusion. What was so special about this mirror? It certainly didn’t look so magical to her. Maybe Seungwan was mistaken?

"Are you sure?" Seungwan was bewildered. If her theory was correct and this mirror showed the future then why couldn't Joohyun see anything? She gestured for Joohyun to try again since she was desperate to prove her point. “Can you please look again?”

Joohyun was unamused. It was pointless really. It was just a regular mirror. There was nothing magical about it. Why can’t the blonde Ravenclaw see that? She crossed her arms and glared hard at the reflections on the mirror, particularly at herself for always giving into Seungwan’s wishes. “Have you forgotten how mirrors work?” A minute has passed and she still found nothing in particular.

"I only see us."

The dejected look on Seungwan's features tugged at Joohyun’s heartstrings and the Slytherin Prefect volunteered to stare back into the useless mirror for an hour. Yes, Joohyun was a mess. She was a HUGE mess. She could barely make rational decisions when it came to Seungwan.

The blonde shook her head and declined the Prefect’s offer. "Maybe it's just my imagination."

Seungwan grabbed the abandoned invisibility cloak on the floor and dusted off the dirt before wrapping it snugly around Joohyun to keep her warm. Then she grabbed the raven-haired girl’s hand and guided her out of the room. Her mind running a thousand miles per minute, still trying to make sense of the mystery she witnessed.

Meanwhile, Slytherin girl kept glancing at their intertwined hands, wondering why their fingers fit so perfectly with each other and thinking about how she didn't want to let go.

Not now, not ever.

And deep down Joohyun knew, that she wouldn't mind being cold if it meant that Seungwan would always keep her warm.

***

Seungwan never did find the Room of Requirement and the following day, she had to face the music in the form of Sooyoung's offhanded Honestly? I'm even not surprised. I've heard rumors that the Room of Requirement only ever shows itself to people of worth and, no offense, you are not such person. What surprised me more was that you decided to go along with the dare. I was expecting you to back out since I knew that you could be a chicken at times.

Or Yerim’s cutting What the heck? You're the top of the class! The smartest witch of our age! Out of all the people, you had the best chances of finding it. But I guess we really do cannot have it all. Seungwan didn't know if she should be flattered by the fact that Gryffindor held her with such a high regard or be insulted at the insinuation that she was a failure.

Anyways, the blonde Ravenclaw retreated to the library to lick her wounds and pass the time by doing some light reading. She came across an interesting passage in the book that left her reeling with questions.

The Mirror of Erised

An ancient magical mirror made before the end of the nineteenth century by an unknown creator. It shows the deepest, most desperate desire of one's heart, a vision that has been known to drive men mad.

Below the paragraph was a portrait of a familiar ornate mirror. Seungwan squinted to examine it closer and gasped in shock. It was the exact same one she found last night; the same mirror that appeared in her dreams countless of times. There was no mistaking it. The foreign carvings along its golden frame were identical. She read the passage again and again and stared at the portrait until her vision blurred with images of the reflections she saw.

Joohyun being the Hogwarts Headmistress.

Seulgi became a Professional Quidditch player.

Her own self was a lauded Mediwitch.

Sooyoung training as an Auror.

And Yerim as the youngest Head of the Ministry of Magic.

It made sense now. The young Ravenclaw already putting together the pieces of the puzzle. Seungwan was close to solving everything but there was still one thing that remained a mystery to her.

How come Joohyun only saw them both?

#wenrene #the magic between us #irene #wendy #red velvet #seulgi #joy #yerim

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sushigal007 · 5 years ago

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Tri-Var Sorority

Let’s go play a Greek house now. Although I must say these Greek houses don’t resemble any houses I saw in Greece. There aren’t nearly enough statues of naked dudes with giant erections.

Thanks Heather. How very topical. Heather: Please don’t mock me, I’m dying here. Fine. We’ll deal with it. Go straight to your room, and keep two metres away from everybody-

FUCKS SAKE, HEATHER.

Well that’s sitting down and resting, so I allow it.

Meanwhile Tiffany keeps her distance and starts skilling.

Heather: So am I. Good, because as we keep being told, if you don’t come out of quarantine with at least six new skills, you suck. (Do not feel bad if you spend your entire time in quarantine doing nothing other than binge-watching the entire MCU from start to finish while eating Pringles. Stay at home, stay safe, stay alive.)

Brittany: Dear professor. I will not be in class for the next few days as I have the plague. Brittany: Oh wait shit I don’t know who my professor is.

Brittany: Also I really have to pee. So go pee! I specifically didn’t lock you in your rooms so you could!

Brittany: Yeah but Heather’s in there. There are three toilets in this house. Why not use a different one? Brittany: Because Heather’s in there.

And then she charges in so fast, she leaves a Brittany-shaped hole in the door. Brittany: GO AWAY! Heather: I’M DYING.

That was your own stupid fault. Brittany: Nobody saw me, you can’t prove a thing.

The parade of fail continues. Tiffany: Oops.

Alas, that wasn’t Grandma’s Comfort Soup. None of the girls have Family primaries or secondaries, so Brittany and Heather are just gonna have to tough it out.

Or nap it out. That works too.

Meanwhile, here’s Tiffany. Hi Tiffany! Tiffany: I’m trying to do my assignment, do you mind? Bye Tiffany!

Tiffany: So, recycling. Thoughts? Heather: I think... I need to use the bathroom again

Brittany: NOT THIS TIME, BITCH.

THERE ARE TWO OTHER TOILETS.

It turns out Heather had other reasons for wanting to use the bathroom. Heather: Glub glub glub.

Brittany: HACK HACK COUCH COUGH. Heather: Can’t you cover your mouth? Brittany: You know perfectly well that I cannot.

Emmy-Lou: Look, a distraction! Tiffany: Where!?

Tiffany: Wh- hey! You swapped the pieces! Emmy-Lou: I literally said ‘look, a distraction’. What did you think that meant?

Hooray! I celebrated by letting her go out with Tiffany, who’s been wanting to write her term paper and can’t because the computer’s in Brittany’s room.

And then I didn’t bother taking any photos of Heather’s first taste of freedom.

And when they get back, I’m greeted by this happy message.

Not the greatest grades, but as you can see, it’s literally the first time they went to class, so C’s are pretty good.

New term, new skills. Tiffany’s the only one who wants any though. Heather and Brittany: We were sick, we need to recover.

I see recovery does not prevent them from bringing home mountains of pizza.

Heather wanted a pet, so got her a puppy called Millie. Heather: *rubs puppy all over face*

Brittany: SKREEEEEEEEEEEEE

Tiffany’s OTH is Nature so I let her catch some fireflies that we will both instantly forget about.

One day I will learn how to fix the messed up slots on this pet bed. Today is not that day. Tomorrow will not be that day either.

Soooo I noticed all the girls had crushes on Castor Nova, so I invited him over, hoping for some ~drama~. Spoiler: There was no drama. Castor: So why are you single? Is there something wrong with you?

Heather: Aaaand my vagina just sealed itself shut.

Erik: Which one’s the Bishop again? Brittany: No idea.

Are you deliberately trying to get my blog banned? You have two baths upstairs!

Brittany earns the dubious honour of being the first sim to see protest signs when she looks at the protest signs, instead of flamingo lights. Brittany: Fight the power? I want to be the power.

Nice earrings, Kristen.

OK, that is officially Too Many Pizzas.

Heather: This is kinda fun actually lol.

Heather: Heyyyyyy! Fancy seeing you here! Martin: I know, right!?

Bold choice of clothing.

Brittany’s may be even bolder. Brittany: Psyche out your opponent with boobies. Tiffany: Not looking.

Do you want food poisoning? Because that’s how you get food poisoning.

Heather’s OTH is also Nature and she rolls constant wants to catch butterflies and fireflies. Heather: I am your Lord and Master. Tremble before me, lesser beings!

Brittany prefers to tease Millie.

Tiffany makes the Dean’s list again, and Heather and Brittany’s grades are going up.

Heather: I am Lord of the Flies. Fireflies. Have... have you ever read the book? Heather: Haha of course not.

I can always count on the trampolines to lure in Sims who need a body point but don’t want to skill.

Tiffany chats to DJ

Llama: Why is there a mouldy pizza blocking my way? Because I’m hoping somebody will TAKE A FUCKING HINT.

Brittany wanted to throw a toga party and somehow I totally failed to notice that Heather had a crush on Martin

A BIG one.

I also invited both the drama professors.

No regrets.

Hi Emily! Don’t you already have a boyfriend? Emily: I want a harem.

Llama: How dare you flirt with me again!? Drama Prof: Bwah?

Tiffany: So, Kevin, you wanna- Kevin: ‘Scuse me, there’s shenanigans going on.

And Kevin becomes the filling in a Drama sandwich. Kevin: Oh shit.

Tiffany: Heartbreak. I’m not sure you can really blame Kevin for this- Tiffany: Watch me do it anyway.

Llama: How very dare you.

Kevin: How very dare you indeed!

Tiffany: Maybe a relaxing backrub- Kevin: NOPE I have had ENOUGH of people touching me at this so-called party!

Speak for yourself, game, I had a blast.

Brittany: Put it there, pal. Tiffany: This is fine. :)

Heather: I’m not saying the milkshake thing and you can’t make me.

Finally discovered Brittany’s OTH is Sports, so she drags Tiffany outside to play football, which, as a Brit, kills me a little every time I have to type it for the wrong football.

Heather: -Yeah but skyscrapers are stupid, what’s the point when you can only have four playable households? Tiffany: Your dog pissed on the floor again. Heather: Can’t hear you, I’m on the phone.

Heather: Besties! Martin: Besties! Heather: Let’s see if we can’t improve on that.

Martin: Any thoughts on night mode?

Server: Oops, my bad.

Joshua: Hey bro, having fun? Martin: SLURP. Joshua: How’s Jane?

Brittany: Stop pissing on the carpet. It’s disgusting. Pee on a newspaper. Can puppies pee on newspapers? Brittany: Whatever, just do it outside. Millie: I can’t get down the stairs though. :(

And then she grew up and immediately rushed outside to harass passing townies into petting her.

Grades!

Mini Heather spam

Tank Grunt invited Heather on an outing after her date with Martin and I figured, why not? Much to my amusement, he invited his dad and his brother. Buck’s booty shorts HAVE to go though.

I guess my PC liked looking at his ass hanging out ‘caused it crashed while I was scrolling through shirts. BOOO. Turns out nothing was wrong with them, it just strained itself too hard generating thumbnails.

So I sent Heather back out, where she was promptly attacked by bees.

Heather: Please, I need to sleep and there’s nowhere here to nap.

The next day, I sent her out to do some skilling, and she rolled her very first academic want - to influence someone to write her term paper.

Marla: Eh, I’ve got nothing better to do.

Heather: As a stereotypical hot, blonde Sorority girl, I am the best at makeovers.

Heather: Tada.

Hey Brittany, it’s for you. It’s an obscene phone call. Brittany: Sigh. Hello, professor.

Tiffany: I too am good at makeovers. Townie: But you’re not hot and blonde. Tiffany: Neither are you, bitch.

Tiffany: A vast improvement.

Stop that, Millie.

Townie: So anyway, I was thinking, blah blah blah... Tiffany: I’m so hungry. Tiffany: Ooh, a sandwich. Tiffany: Ew, it’s rotten. Tiffany: I’m so hungry.

Townie: -And they were all bendy, can you believe it, blah blah blah... Tiffany: Ooh, a different sandwich! Tiffany: Ew, it’s rotten. Tiffany: I’m so hungry.

Tiffany: Ooh, a different sandwich! Tiffany: Ew, it’s rotten. Tiffany: I’m so hungry. Townie: You know that’s the first sandwich again, right? Tiffany: No. Can I try your sandwich?

Tiffany: Ew, it’s rotten. Tiffany: I’m so hungry.

Tiffany: Ooh, a different sandwich! Tiffany: Ew, it’s rotten. Tiffany: I’m so hungry. Townie: ...I’m gonna go now.

Oh thank fuck for that.

Brittany: If we get roaches, you’d better kill them, or I’ll kill you.

Heather: I can sex up your look, but you’re gonna have to deal with that horrible outfit yourself.

SNOW.

Tiffany: This vagina isn’t gonna fuck itself, Kevin. Kevin: But the wall’s in the way. I know I have an inaccessible beds hack. I may have to move it out of the subfolder and pop a z at the beginning of the name.

Whoops, forgot I’d invited them both. And that they hate each other.

Makoto: Please, the makeover chair’s right there... Heather: I’m BUSY.

I see Sam’s makeover is winning her fans.

Aldric: Help me, I’m dying.

Yeah, and I bet it would’ve been even better without the fucking plague.

And the round ends with some grade slippage from all the girls.

#sims 2 #premades #uberhood #Tri-Var Sorority

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loyalflutist · 5 years ago

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Scarlet Carnation - Prologue (F!Byleth x Edelgard)

Rating: Mature Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Major Character Death Words: 7,084 Collaboration with @datsexykiwi Summary: “Ignorance is bliss...when you know too much, you will only face worse dilemmas of your lifetime”

Byleth is thrust into a difficult position. After experiencing a strange dream, the professor eventually finds herself switching between the two worlds with two very different Edelgards. Though they contrast from each other, Byleth could not help but cherish them... as they do for her.

A/N: So this is the first series I’ve written for Edeleth, and this is a collaboration I’m grateful to have with the lovely Kate, also known as @datsexykiwi . As someone who I’ve known for years, she’s someone I place great faith in her writing and trust in the ideas we cook up together. Hope you all enjoy this series! I really enjoyed writing it! :)

Kate’s A/N: Enjoy the max of angst and fluff. Have fun along with us. ;)

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It was hot.

A young woman’s forehead gleam under the relentless sun, sweat dripping from her features. Her breaths were as fast as it could come and go. The dark, light armor that should have served as protection over her academic attire was in lieu of roasting her alive. She licked her cracked, bottom lip; a tinge of metal swept over her taste buds.

It was unbearably hot.

Loud, metallic screeches, horses neighing, and screams of all kinds filled the blurry background. There were a variety of sounds that would have driven out any ordinary person. This was something she was used to.

She looked down at her feet. A pool of blood stained the rocky pavement that belongs to the monastery; her metal combat boots were deep in the puddle. Evaporation in this humid and sweltering heat should have occurred in less than a few minutes. However, the ground remained moist as its source oozed plenty of crimson from his injuries. The Sword of Creator was lodged deep into the nameless soldier’s ribcage, its jagged edges slicing through all three germ layers. His facial expressions were, thankfully, overshadowed by his large steel helmet.

“...”

Byleth blinked. It had dawned upon her that she was still gripping ahold of the terrifying relic. Then, with a grunt, the older woman heard a sickening slick while removing her sword. The blade was coated in a deep shade of red. Unfortunately, it didn’t only derive from the deceased warrior. She slowed her respiration rate, her hues shifted upward at the battlefield.

Shadows shaped like fighters of all sizes and shapes ran at each other. When they collided, a black mist would swirl around as if they were dancing to the tune of death. Sparks and elemental spells would erupt from the visual attraction. Then, they would separate. They became still. This stillness would only last for a couple of seconds, however. One would showcase a noticeable trait of losing the blackness that enveloped their figures. Their identity would become public as they accept their demise.

This was surreal. Byleth’s knuckles became white as her aching limbs screamed for mercy. She can’t seem to recall her reason for being here. No matter how much the ex-mercenary mentally groveled, her brain would only pull up blanks. Still, there was one thing she was sure of: she had to be here in this battle.

“tɾo faða noi dɔn joɹhan dorja”

“...”

Archaic language thumped her eardrums. Clearly, it was something Byleth didn’t comprehend. She exhaled. The professor eventually raised her weapon once more as three more shadows crept towards her from the distance; each of them possesses one of the three shadow-cloaked weapons: a sword, a lance, and an axe. She squeezed the relic’s handle.

‘ Is this a dream? ’

It has to be. Not only were there supernatural elements that she could not coherently wrap her head around, but she was also the only person who retained her physical appearance. But it was vivid. The pain that singed from the sweats’ contact with her minor cuts, the wild beating of her heart against her chest plate, the aches that resonated in her worn muscles, and the fatigue that shrouded over her consciousness was a bit too realistic.

‘ Is this really a dream? ’

Alas, Byleth left it at that. The three unwelcome guests soon closed their distance. She lowered her head, closed her eyes, and deeply inhaled. When she exhaled, her eyelids snapped open and she flicked her wrist. Rocky debris kicked up in the air as she launched herself at the three enemies. The blade was reeled behind her back, her glare prominent.

“It’s over!”

The shadows retaliated. The lancer thrust their spearhead at her chest, the axe-wielder pulled back both arms to deliver a slamming blow, and the sword-user horizontally swiped at the professor.

Byleth pivot her feet. She sucked in her stomach and twisted her upper body. It was a fleeting moment for the spear’s tip to brush up on her heated armor. A battle cry was heard from her direction as she, with all her might, swung her weapon.

The Sword of Creator is a powerful tool during times of conflict. Parts of the blade broke apart into small chunks. It began to emit a dull glow as its razor-like edges flung outward at her enemies. They were unable to block the devastating assault. A single swing produced a multitude of traumas to their body. Splatters of red painted Byleth’s cheek. One by one, the black shell vanished without a trace as they collapsed onto the new puddle.

“...”

She lurched forward. Byleth quickly shoved her foot in front of her to prevent a fall. The young teacher was hunched over, panting; her vision was fading in and out like strobe lights. This is terribly exhausting. She slammed the relic onto the cracked pavement. Using it as support, the neon green-haired dryly swallowed and raised her head.

“...?”

There was another shadow from a few meters. Compared to most others that fill the disheveled landscape, this individual was shorter than them. A monstrous axe slashed through their existence like a hot knife through butter. Each strike brought out more fluids from their victims; dark substances flung in the air in slow motion. It was done with complete elegance and ease. This should have rung plenty of alarm bells in her head. No one should have possessed the strength to make bloodshed a visual treat. They’re a monster; a beast that should be put down. Instead, Byleth could not help but be in awe of the enigmatic person.

She could sense danger emitting from the short fighter. Fortunately, her instincts scream that the teacher has nothing to worry about. Whether Byleth’s guts are being churlish or not with her life is up for speculation. The older woman continued to observe the ephemeral bloody dance.

Just who is this shadow?

“...Huh?”

There was another dark figure spotted in Byleth’s peripheral sight. Sweat continued to fall from her face as her eyes were fixated on the new arrival. When her gaze slowly traced the shadow’s objective, her blood froze.

“?!”

Murderous beauty may have been bestowed to the shadow, but it did not prevent an unfortunate ending. Newfound energy burst through four of her limbs. The ex-mercenary scrambled towards the axe-wielder. Byleth was still unable to grasp ahold of her action’s purpose. But, just like her instincts told her about the unforgiving battle, she too had to protect this shadow.

‘ The Divine Pulse! ’

It was all for naught. Regardless of the amount of concentration she emphasized on the potent skill, not a speck of dust reversed to its original position on the concrete slab. Everything was still progressing forward.

‘ Why is it not working?! ’

There was no time.

She had no choice.

She needed to--

Byleth shoved the shadow out of the way. This threw the person off balance as their entire body stumbled sideways. Facial features were impossible to read, but the teacher could have sworn she saw a flicker of a familiar identity. She widened her eyes. The fighter extended her unoccupied hand out towards the supernatural.

There was a blunt thud pressed into her back. Then, the dull aches that plagued her tightened muscles ramped up to excruciating pain that ripped through her entire being. Byleth felt as if her spine had exploded! Just when this searing agony felt as if it could get any worse, it immediately dissipated… just like her consciousness.

< ---- >

“---!!”

She gasped and woke up abruptly from her bed. That was certainly a sudden transition from a bloody battle to being in a cozy bed within a tranquil atmosphere. She placed her hand onto her shoulder, remembering that pain against her back. It felt too real that she actually thought she’s dead. She wondered why would she have such a bizarre dream like that. Is it a premonition? Is it just irrational thoughts playing tricks on her dream?

“What a nightmare to have… ”

It’s about time to get up from bed towards her morning class. It’s another day she’ll be instructing the Black Eagles classroom. However, Byleth couldn’t shake the thought away about the dream she had recently. The thing is, those dreams started with being so vague she could barely remember any details of it aside from the fact she’s dreaming. Eventually, she started seeing and remembering more details as everything started to feel real. Sometimes, she would even be aware of what was happening but absolutely have no control over what was happening. She sighed and wondered what was this all about until she heard her green-haired friend speaking inside her mind.

‘ Nightmare again? ’

“...It has been so frequently. I’m starting to feel like I’m sleep deprived.”

‘Too bad I couldn’t see the dream itself, but I can tell you looked uncomfortable in your sleep.’

“...”

Byleth sighed before she changed into her signature black outfit look and lace stockings. She left her room and hid her exhaustion under her poker face like usual. She’s not that expressive according to Jeralt and her students that have been with her for a couple of weeks. She headed to her class to begin the training.

Today’s lesson plan was to teach her fellow students how to balance properly as an essential skill in the battle.

“It doesn’t matter if you’re a swordsman or not. Balance is an essential skill that everyone must understand how to use it. Or else, you’ll simply put yourself at a disadvantage unnecessarily. It is both a defensive and offensive skill.”

She demonstrated how to lower the center of gravity, gripping onto the ground firmly with one’s toes. Byleth demonstrated simple actions that allowed her students to understand it without much complexity. It is one of the most difficult basics that took her years to grasp it.

“You can’t always rely on brute force. When you are on the battlefield, what determines the victor is not who’s physically stronger, but who knows how to utilize their body’s strengths better. The ladies will have an advantage due to the fact that they naturally have a lower center of gravity than men. Simple basics, but a difficult mastery.”

Byleth walked up to the dummy made from bamboo. She used the training sword and showed her students its sharpness; it wasn’t that great. It could barely cut through one. However, she will use that same blade to cut through a pack of 3 bamboo stalks in a single strike. All of the members of Black Eagles watched attentively before the young professor did not use any brute force to cut, but was able to slice through all the stalks with a single fluid motion without breaking her sword.

“If you know how to use your hip and balance well with your skills, then you are able to cut through the enemy’s armor or weapon.”

She then asked Caspar to assist her by swinging the sword with all his might at her. At first, he was reluctant to do so but Byleth asked him to trust her. In the end, he did as his professor said, and the moment he dashed and swung his training sword up into the air, ready to cut Byleth down, she swung her sword right at him too.

KLANK

It was Caspar’s sword that fell out from his grip and he could feel the numbness rushing through his shivering hand. Edelgard recognized it; that was the same move that she used to disarm the bandits on their first encounter.

“You can disarm, and that is enough to buy the time to strike your opponent down. Do you all understand?”

“Yes, ma’am!”

“Good, let’s begin the training. Go to your assigned station. I will come to check on you all individually.”

Byleth went around the group checking on her students, teaching all the fundamentals that Jeralt used to teach her when she’s simply just a kid. All of them showed perseverance and put all their effort to learn from her. After the training came to an end, she delegated one and a half spare hour for her team to focus on anything they wanted to do. Meanwhile, she will be working with three students on their private one-on-one training every time. Today, she would be checking up on Caspar, Dorothea, and Edelgard.

“Professor! Is this how you do it?”

“Not quite, you have to lower your balance a bit more.”

Byleth watched the young blue-haired boy stood his ground. She circled around him before she pushed him abruptly without him realizing it, sending him falling onto the ground.

“W-Whoa!?”

“Not good enough, Caspar. You have to relax more.”

“Gah! This is so hard...”

“Like I said, it is a difficult mastery.”

“You’re so good at it...”

“Keep practicing, Caspar. You will get there eventually.”

Finishing with the young boy, she headed to Dorothea and as expected she did slightly better than Caspar due to her natural low center of gravity. As she physically has to shift Dorothea, that made her student giggle and tease the older female.

“Oh professor, I feel so intimate when you’re touching me like that...”

“Keep the context clean, Dorothea.”

“C’mon! Just play along, will you?”

“Not when you make it sound like I’m physically violating you.”

“You’re such a fiend, professor!”

“Oh lord...”

As usual, Byleth was subjected to Dorothea’s sly tease every time she tried to teach her something, at least she’s a very studious girl that worked extremely hard or just as much as Edelgard herself. After she finished her session with her, the last remaining 20 minutes was with the head of the Black Eagles, Edelgard.

“Professor, could I test my skills?”

“I don’t mind that. What would you like me to do?”

“Please attack me, I want to do that disarming move you did.”

“Make sure you disarm me, because I won’t hold back.”

“That will be my pleasure.”

Byleth ran in and swung her sword towards Edelgard before she twisted, using her lower body as her strength to add power into her strike. That struck onto Byleth’s sword, but it didn’t manage to disarm her. However, it was enough to force the professor backward to regain her distance. Edelgard had that slight disappointment in her face as she thought she would’ve disarmed Byleth.

“That was really good. If I didn’t hold my sword tightly enough, it would’ve flew out from my hand. That was splendid, Edelgard.”

She smiled and praised her student for her amazing achievement. That made the young emperor blush slightly with contentment despite not reaching her expectations. As the tutoring session continued on, the class was finally over. Everyone slowly left the room to the dining hall for their meals whilst Edelgard was the last student to leave.

“Professor, are you by chance available at the moment?”

“What is the matter?”

“Well...I want to speak with you in person. Discuss some few matters.”

“Very well then, like usual?”

It seemed there was some secret way they communicate with each other. Edelgard nodded softly with those pink blushing cheeks that it made the professor just have to tease her a little bit. She pinched her soft silky cheeks before letting out a soft chuckle.

“You are adorable, Edelgard.”

“Stop teasing me.”

“My bad, let us go, shall we? I’m certain you brought your packed lunch.”

Bull’s eye. Edelgard did request a packed lunch earlier in the morning since it was her plan to have a private lunch session with her professor without other students around. They headed out to a quiet secluded space where there wouldn’t be many students around to spot them nor disturb their peace for lunch and tea. What they usually talk was related to their class content, especially digesting what she learned through the past week.

“Today’s class was very interesting. I had a lot of fun.”

“I’m glad you did. You’re doing really well too.”

“It is because of your guidance and training.”

“You credited me too much, Edelgard.”

“Not at all, professor.”

After they talked about their lessons, their conversation started to shift to something more casual and rather personal between the two of them. During the past weeks, Byleth was working in the Monastery as a professor, she certainly developed a special bond with Edelgard. Not sure where this is leading the two of them to, but Byleth realize she developed this sense of adoration towards the young emperor. She enjoyed her time with the young lady when it is just the two of them, it feels rather different from when they were other students in the class. As for Edelgard herself, she was clear with how she’s especially fond of the professor in a way she never ever did to anyone in her life. Byleth seemed to have a special place in her heart, but she was yet to be very honest with her selfish demands.

“I hope one day I can be as strong as you, professor.”

“I’m certain you will be.”

“...Will you be there to watch me? Being there with me?”

“I would love to. You all have a bright future up ahead and it would be a great pride and joy to watch you all grow stronger. I want to be there and see how far will you rise and shine as a future emperor of the Empire, Edelgard.”

“You promised, okay? You’ll be there with me.”

Edelgard moved in closer and began to whisper softly so no one could’ve overheard her words. Byleth didn’t reject her and only placed her hand on top of Edelgard’s hand before smiling back at her with sweet adoration.

“So, you want me there with you when you become an emperor, am I correct?”

“...I suppose if you put it bluntly like that, yes.”

“I see.”

She didn’t tease her much aside from giving a soft kiss on her forehead. That made her blush over to her ears in silence, she leaned onto her shoulder before they held each other’s hand without saying a word to each other. Byleth may have been experienced with countless battles, but she’s a novice when it comes to romance - Edelgard included. They spent their tranquil moment enjoying each other’s company before time is up. It was about time they return back to their classes.

“Edelgard, we must go.”

“Right.”

As she slowly let go of her professor, she seemed to be reluctant and it was written all over her face. Byleth picked up those hints that the young emperor wanted to do or say something.

“What’s wrong?”

“...Well, this is embarrassing.”

“...”

The professor could read her expression, and that made her giggled softly to herself before she opened her arms for the young one to come in. She ended up blushed even more with how her professor managed to read her childish mind so easily. She refrained from going in for the hug and made Byleth rather puzzled for a second.

“Ah, was that a bit too much?”

“Y-You’re such a bully, professor.”

“I thought that’s what you wanted.”

“How could you be capable of doing such things like this without being embarrassed?”

“Not sure myself, for some reason, I’m not embarrassed by it.”

“You’re truly weird, professor.”

This time she just pushed herself into Byleth’s arms and embrace her tightly. The young one buried her face onto her shoulder. That made the professor embrace her back gently. Despite the tough character she portrayed, she has this childish side that loves hugs. It was for a few seconds, but it is quite long for the two of them.

Byleth returned back to her room and felt so exhausted. It may have been lack of sleep she’s been having recently. She decided to go to bed early today and then she heard Sothis speaking inside her mind.

‘ You’ve become quite fond of that girl. ’

“Huh…?”

‘ Just be careful, she’s still a child. ’

“I am well aware of that. She’s an adorable student of mine.”

‘ I wonder if it is just a student-teacher relationship you both shared. I doubt she is thinking that way about you though. I lived long enough to realize that. ’

“Well...I don’t know what to say.”

‘ My only warning would be, don’t give her false hopes if you’re not planning to see it through until the end. ’

“Never thought there will be a day I got a piece of love advice you.”

‘ Shut up, I may look young but I lived way much longer than you do, kid. ’

“Yes, ma’am.”

Byleth gave Sothis a slight tease back but what she said was true though. She’s well aware of Edelgard’s growing feelings that may have towards her. The way she looked and sought physical comfort from her has been escalating gradually. Even though she adored Edelgard quite a bit more than several students, she wouldn’t be able to say that would make her anywhere special and different from other students like Dorothea, Caspar, Bernadette and others too. Byleth wasn’t sure herself if she would call that romantic affection that she has for Edelgard, but regardless of that, she should be careful not to give false hope to her. Rejection is painful, but what's worse than that is receiving false hopes from the one they love.

“...Thank you for the warning though, I will keep that in mind.”

She thanked Sothis back, but she didn’t respond anymore. She probably went to sleep inside Byleth or something, as usual. Thus, it was about time for her to go to bed too. As she lay down and closed her eyes...she recalled that dream was killed. For some reason, she couldn’t shake those thoughts away. As her mind slowly drifted off into the darkness, she wondered if she would have that same nightmare again this time or not...

< ---- >

CAW! CAW! CAW!

She cracked open her eyelids from the annoying sound. No matter how much she tried to will herself to stay asleep, the ridiculous noise would only increase in tempo and volume. It was almost like out of a horror tale Hubert would spook everyone with! This left her with the latter option of waking up, much to her dismay.

Through her lens, the older female stared at a blurry, brown wall. The natural twitches from her fingertips brushed upon a rather tough, granite-like surface. When she dragged her gaze upward, she found herself peering through a pile of broken pillars and stone slabs. The entire structure was acting as a small shelter for the teacher; its large hole from above provided the necessary sunlight for the woman.

“...”

Clearly, she was not in bed anymore. Just where is she?

That was the first question that popped to mind upon awakening. Byleth regained more of her consciousness as she sat up. This tactician felt a groan slip out as she pressed against her forehead. Small bits of rocks and pebbles were heard rolling off of her chest. She blinked. Then, a bead of sweat rolled down the side of her face.

‘ Okay… I’m not at the academy for sure. ’

Obvious deductions were noted. Byleth lowered her hand and scanned her surroundings. The placement of the materials won’t pose any threat to her life. When the professor rapped her knuckles on a torn pillar with ferocity, it hardly budged. There was also plenty of room to stand up on her feet in this secluded premise. She quickly brushed off the residue from her dirtied skirt.

‘ ...Sothis? ’

No response. Confuzzled, Byleth made another attempt.

‘ Sothis… Don’t tell me you’re still sleeping. ’

Once again, no response. The teal-haired frowned. This was especially concerning. Sothis was never the type to leave her hanging. After all, she is the only person in existence to be able to communicate and see her. There’s no doubt that the petite woman would jump at every opportunity to talk at her beck and call. (Almost like a cat!) To boot, wherever Byleth is, Sothis was always there by her side.

‘ I’m sure I’ll figure it out later. ’

There was no point in dwindling upon the matter. Thinking and wishing won’t bring the short woman back to her side. Besides, there are far more important matters to tend to as of right now.

Byleth eventually recognized the Sword of Creator’s presence. The weapon had laid comfortably on the cracked pavements, waiting for its master to relinquish their ownership.

‘ I should get out of here. ’

The ex-mercenary thought of her next course of action as she retrieved her sword. She sheathed the ancient relic back on her waist and looked up at the hole. Gauging from its distance, size, and her skillset, Byleth should be able to make it.

Knees and elbows bent, the professor jumped up and grabbed ahold of the hole’s borders. Thanks to her efforts in training with the students and remaining vigilant with her exercises, this posed little to no strain on her muscles.

Byleth popped out of the pile like a flying fish. Both of her legs straightened as she squarely plopped on the ground. Had her students witnessed this feat, they would have clapped and praised for her acrobatic endeavors!

The teal-haired’s eyes nearly boggled out of its sockets. Unfortunately, desolation was her audience.

It was so barren, and this place... It was once the defense base of the monastery. Various structures were in shambles as if someone or something had rocked this sacred area; its servitude as a protective guardian beyond its walls was fruitless. When she glanced up, the sky high above was cloudless, but consist of a sun tormenting those below with its rays of light. If there was someone worth mentioning, it’s those pesky crows that perched on the black branches of a dead tree. Six of them stared at Byleth; their beaks were clamped shut. It appears that they have a new subject to overwatch on this land.

Byleth tapped the side of her head as she examined her setting.

‘ Just what in the world happened here…? ’

So far, Byleth can’t see a single, notable landmark beyond the base that would pinpoint her next destination. Her shoulders and head slumped.

‘ I have no choice but to walk around and find a village. If I remember correctly, there should be one behind this defense structure. ’

The woman glanced over her shoulder. There was an old, architectural wooden gate that led straight to the interior of the monastery’s ground. Many small communities gathered as a way to become closer to the Church of Seiros. Past the villages and towns, the Officer’s Academy sat above the civilians. To the residents, this was a gift. To the teacher, this meant hope for human contact.

Glimmers of sweat formed on her forehead, the metallic armor she usually wears during battle beginning to rise in temperature. The instructor felt her eyebrow twitch. It was getting hot. Like, really REALLY hot.

‘ I really should get a move on. ’

CAW! CAW! CAW!

Oh, if those flocks of birds can give it a rest!

Byleth tensed her shoulders and glared at the source. The crows wildly cried out, their black wings flapping at similar intervals with their callings. They were so quiet before. What made them act up? Is it because they found her amusing? Or is she too boring of a subject for observation? She stiffened her dry lips when one of the six crows left the mass. This particular bird flew right in her direction.

‘ Oh no! ’

Alarmed, Byleth sidestepped. What she did not take into account after sidestepping was catching sight of the military. The small group of soldiers that appeared from the now-opened wooden gate were chattering with each other. There were five of them. One of them held onto the reins of a snow-white horse as four others respectively held lances and swords in their hands. Some laughed out loud, one nearly doubled over from the profound topic. Whatever cheery banter they had came to a screeching halt, per contra.

“...”

“?”

Upon closer inspection, Byleth noticed that they were from the Adrestian Empire.

‘ Edelgard… ’ Her eyes widen. ‘ Edelgard! ’

How lucky! Meeting up with these fellow comrades meant that she could reunite with the Black Eagles! Her students must be worried sick if she had been sleeping outside of her dormitory room, even more so outside of the Officer’s Academy! Edelgard might give her a good scolding, but that’s the least of her worries!

The professor’s stoic features faintly brightened as she approached the soldiers.

“Excuse me--”

“EEK!”

Byleth nearly tumbled forward and onto her face; she caught herself in the nick of time by flailing her arms. She whipped her head towards the source.

Lo and behold, it was one of the soldiers. He stood rigid and hugged his lance. Not that he was the only one who squealed like a little girl. The other four warriors blanched at the sight of the instructor. Byleth let out a weary sigh.

“I hope you understand that your reactions really hurt me.”

“STAY AWAY!”

“...hah?”

The ex-mercenary was not one for explicitly showcasing her emotions. She just can’t seem to break out any form of expressions beyond disappointment, shock, content, and the occasional cheeky smile. In this case, she bluntly expressed bewilderment. What is wrong with them? Just because she has difficulty in showing features doesn’t mean she looks like a horror show!

Before Byleth could request for information, the five soldiers aimed their weapons at the staff member.

“Mommy, I’m so sorry for doubting you!”

“I thought you died!”

“G-GHOST!”

“What should we tell the emperor!?”

“GO BACK, YOU FIEND!”

It was a discombobulated verbiage. Byleth could not even muster the energy to say something witty right back at them. Actually-- There was no need for wittiness. The teal-haired woman unsheathed her Sword of Creator and pointed it at them. This elicited another squeal from the same male; the tip of his weapon trembled violently.

“I don’t want to do this,” she murmured. “But you leave me with no choice.”

The entire fight sequence took less than a minute, to her surprise. Perhaps fear had gotten to their nerves as their stances were out of line. Simple dodge mechanics and closing in on them made their souls fly out of their body. Byleth also made sure to use the butt end of her handle to knock the stubborn ones out. If anything, her existence made them faint!

“...”

Out of all the conflicts she had witnessed and experienced, this one has to be the most embarrassing of them all. At least it made the traverse to the inner parts of the monastery easier. This was also made possible thanks to the horse that one of the soldiers had. Unlike the horse’s owner, this creature was indifferent with respect to the instructor.

“Hope you don’t mind me borrowing him,” she mumbled under her breath. “I’ll return the horse later.”

That was something she appreciates after the ruckus this day has become. Besides, there is not a moment to waste. She must hurry back to the Officer’s Academy and reunite with her students!

The trek from the outsider borders and into the community opened up to a setting she was familiar with. Villagers and merchants occupied the roads and houses. Domestic animals greeted Byleth with their barks and yelps. Foreigners from all parts of Fodlan were frequently spotted in the midst of small crowds. This revisitation alone almost made the professor forgive and forget the incident with the soldiers earlier that day.

However, something was amiss. As the black horse slowed his pacing, she overheard one of the local merchants.

“It’s already been five years, hasn’t it?”

“Ah, yes… Five years since the fighting with the three nations has started.”

A faint sigh came from the old woman. She adjusted her hold on the cane and shook her head at the female merchant.

“I hope this war can end soon. I’ve heard Lady Edelgard has gone mad since she lost someone.”

“Who?”

“I’m not sure. It’s just a rumor.”

Byleth nearly tore the rein from pulling it back so harshly. This caused the horse to lift his front hooves up and madly kick the air. Had the creature prolonged its posture for another second, the poor mentor would have fallen off of his back. The horse threw his head upward. Evidently, the mammal fidgeted on the spot. She loosened her hold on the reins and soothingly pat his neck.

‘ Five years… Five years?! And what war?! I don’t remember there being any conflict yesterday! ‘ The patting slowed to a stop. ‘ This is all a dream, isn’t it? ’

The woman retracted her hand. She proceeded to pinch her own cheek and pull on it. Pain shot up from the abrupt stretching of the epidermis. Byleth released it with watery eyes.

‘ This isn’t a dream. ’

Dread loomed over her head. Whatever burst of energy she had now trickled out rapidly. Byleth’s guts continuously pound against its own chest, bellowing of impending bad news. Her jawlines became prominent. So many questions boiled underneath her sturdy exterior. At any given moment, she might explode from the deadly force of her curiosity and confusion.

‘ ...I have to see my students. ’

Byleth flicked the reins and leaned forward, the horse galloping as fast as possible towards the tall structures.

Pristine conditions that were evident from the distance eroded its illusion the closer she got. Many of the stone blocks were blown to smithereens. Black marks discolored the once-wonderful and prestigious academy for the students and staff. It made Byleth wonder what her father, Jeralt, would say about the condition. (Not that he would have anything to say in the first place.) Maybe Rhea, Seteth, and Flayn would have had a stronger reaction towards this mess. The fact that the holy ground was stampeded all over by the force of bloodshed would be more than enough to make any devoted followers of Seiros wail for redemption.

At least the marketplace was spared, albeit the number of foreigners and refugees from other parts of the nations increased by tenfold.

“Halt!”

One of the soldiers at the main gate raised his hand. She immediately heeded to his motion and slowed the black creature. The horse tossed let out a small puff through his nostrils as the man approached the dismounted woman. His brown irises gazed upon Byleth’s. Then, his eyes widen.

“Wait… are you really…?”

“?”

She blinked.

“Oh, right! You must’ve forgotten about me already.” The man became bashful, his hand rubbing the back of his neck. A wide grin ran across his face as the helmet overshadowed his eyes. This was a complete contrast to his prior tonality; the deep voice erased with a higher pitch. “Please allow me to speak to you normally again.”

‘ Normally? What could he possibly mean? ’

The steel soldier saluted to Byleth.

“Greetings, Professor! I welcome you back to the monastery!”

“...Thank you.”

It was him, alright. The same fellow that had always greeted her since day one at the academy. Although military personnel were, overall, kind, none of them matched the level of generosity and sweetness as this man. His famous “Greetings, Professor!” always echoed in the back of her mind whenever she thinks of this particular soldier. Five years hardly did a number to his young features. Perhaps he had gotten more handsome instead? Byleth finds it an amusing thought to ponder about.

His smile lingered on his features as he lowered his hand.

“I knew you were alive! I’ve always had hopes that you would return to us.”

“I’m sorry, what did you just say?”

He scratched the side of his head.

“Don’t you remember? Five years ago, the Black Eagle Strike Force all witnessed your death at the hand of Lady Rhea… though I don’t know the details all too well since I wasn’t a part of that battle.”

“I’m still not following you.”

It sounds simple on paper, but when he reiterated the information, she simply responded with a blank stare.

Death? How in the world did that concept bear fruit? Unmistakably, Byleth is alive and well. The ex-mercenary curled and uncurled her fingers. Her sense of touch was still intact. She can perform basic arithmetic. Her memory hasn’t failed her so far, save it for her origin and real age. These were some of the traits that a deceased person wouldn’t retain. A dead person is anything but alive. There was also the mention of Rhea… The tactician held the side of her head. Just what does she have to do with Byleth’s lifeline?

“I could see that you’re still confused, Professor...”

“I am.”

“I suggest that you talk to the emperor about this. I’m sure Lady Edelgard will be pleased to hear of this news.”

Hearing her name caused Byleth’s heart to increase its thumping intensity. She placed a hand on her chest and formed a small smile.

“I will do that, then.”

Pleased with her answer, the gatekeeper allowed her to go through the main floors of the monastery. A step into the main floor garnered more attention than she needed. Many Adrestian Empire’s soldiers penetrated her vulnerable exterior with their piercing stares. Some became as white as a sheet. Some began to tremble at the sight of the professor. Others toughened their features. All of their reactions were anything but pleasant.

‘ If only more of them acted like the Gatekeeper. ’

Whispers of a ghost floated around her auditory organ. Uncertainty filled the atmosphere as she marched onward to the classrooms. She found herself standing inside one of them by the doorless entranceway. The sight of her assigned classroom for the Black Eagles still stood well after the supposed five years time gap. As for the other classrooms? Empty. Not a single soul existed in the Blue Lions and Golden Deers Houses.

Just where are the students? The premise should have never been this empty… unless they have all graduated? That was plausible since the students would have to leave the academy in pursuit of their own goals. Then again, there is also that war that was mentioned-- and Lady Rhea being the cause of her death.

Byleth cupped her own chin and lowered her head. There are too many outliers here, and she doesn’t have Sothis to confide to. She’s on her own. Her eyes narrowed. These questions and theories can’t go unanswered. Perhaps it would be best she shares this knowledge with the two people she trusts: Jeralt and Edelgard.

“Professor? Is that really you?”

Isn’t there a pleasant tinkle to that articulation. Byleth knew fully well who it was. She barely got the chance to turn around when Petra and Dorothea advanced to their mentor. The princess of Brigid gleamed and immediately reached out to grab ahold of her hand.

“Oh, Professor! How we miss you so much! I knew you were alive at all these times!”

They’ve changed so much. Both of them radiated in beauty as a blooming flower. It also appears that Dorothea had dropped the signature hat. (What a shame.) It was the warmth that she happily received. In spite of the fact that Byleth would want to contradict with her statement, the tears that flowed down her and Dorothea’s cheeks made her hold back her words. She merely nodded her head in silence.

“You know how worried you made us?” Dorothea used the back of her hand to wipe the teardrops. “When Edie told her that you died, I didn’t believe in her.”

“Yes. I am the same way too. Edelgard is wrong about that.”

“Whoa, what’s with the commotion. Both Lady Edelgard and I would like for you both to-- Teach?”

His long, luscious orange hair flowed naturally as he swooped into the room. Right next to Ferdinand, there was another familiar figure that Byleth would never mistake in her lifetime and the next. The two nobles hurried over to the small group of three. He glanced up and down at Byleth with stern features.

“Professor… is that really… you?”

That question is quite popular, isn’t it? Byleth resisted the urge to make a witty remark and, once again, nodded silently. Compared to the relief that washed over the two other females, Ferdinand crossed his arms and tilted his head.

“I do not wish to be rude, but I cannot find myself to believe that you are Byleth.”

“Ferdinand! That is extremely rude of you to say that!” Dorothea scolded. “The Professor, whom we believed was dead, is finally here with us! Isn’t that a miracle?”

“I find it hard to trust in that miracle, Dorothea. Just look at our Professor here. Don’t you find something odd about her?”

“That she doesn’t have bright green hair? Please. Physical trait can’t--”

“Dorothea, please listen to me. I cannot shake off this feeling that--”

“The professor had simply lost her power with Sothis.”

Byleth felt the regal woman’s armored hands touch her arms. Then, without warning, she embraced the teal-haired. The professor had already gotten used to hugs from Edelgard when she was young, but this one felt different somehow.

Anxiety. Fear. Loneliness.

Byleth let out a shaky exhale.

“Is that why I can’t hear Sothis anymore?”

“...yes.”

How in Fodlan did this Edelgard know about Sothis? Had she spoken to her about it previously?

“Five years have passed, and we all thought you were gone.” Edelgard parted from the hug, yet kept her hold on the older woman’s arms. She raised her head and fixated her eyes on Byleth’s. “How long I’ve waited for this moment for you to return…”

“...”

There was that five-year gap. Perhaps there were things that Byleth hadn’t remembered. Her instincts were itching to dive deeper into the logistics of that theory. Something told her that she needed to really explore that possibility. There was also the exploration of this five-year jump. So much has changed, and so much information has been left out for Byleth. She must play the catch-up game with the members of Black Eagles.

Nevertheless, that could wait. The Edelgard that stood in front of her is older and is in dire need of comfort. Byleth pulled Edelgard into another hug. With one hand holding her head, the professor pressed her lips on the top of the emperor’s head. If there were a few things that didn’t change, one of them was Edelgard’s sensitive and childish nature.

“I’m sorry I was gone for a long time.”

“All that matters is that you have returned to us, my teacher.”

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Mine (Chapter 10)

Title: Mine

Pairing: Noctis Lucis Caelum x Reader

Genre: Angst, Romance

Trigger Warning: Mentions of blood, violence, depression, suicide attempt, and minor sexual content

Synopsis: Daughter of a Niflheim soldier, you were sent out to Tenebrae to spy on the Nox Fleuret family and their involvement with the Lucis Caelum family. However, after learning the truth about Niflheim, you betray them. Your journey of revenge begins after learning of the death of your adoptive sister, Lunafreya, and your childhood friend Noctis Lucis Caelum.

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A/N: Happy 2019! This the first time this story is getting updated for the new year! This would’ve been up in January but I was DESPERATELY WAITING FOR KINGDOM HEARTS 3! And then I got super sick for the majority of February BUT ALAS! I’m well now and here’s the next part! I rewrote the ending to this chapter like 500 times but I’m satisfied with this! Anyways, please enjoy and leave feedback! Comments really make my day and encourage me to get the next chapter out sooner! Okay! Enjoy!

Noctis’s POV

Noctis was not the jealous type. Rarely anything bothered the young prince turned king. For example, when he crushed on the pretty, quiet girl in high school, he wasn’t bothered when he found out she was already dating someone. Instead of being upset or jealous about it, he shrugged it off and went on about his day. Or the time when Tenebrae held a ball for Luna becoming the oracle and she told him how she had to dance with several of the male attendees of the party. Noctis did feel slightly irritated by that fact but it was gone by the next day. Noctis never felt like he had the right to feel jealousy. He was a prince after all. Since birth, he was given almost everything. Even with his father trying to make his life as normal as possible, there was no denying the fact he was a prince. How many “normal” kids have personal advisors following them around everywhere? Not many.

Though there were many thoughts rushing through the young king’s mind since the news of Jared’s death – one thought stuck to him the most. When did Y/N and Prompto become the best of friends? It had been a couple of days since they arrived in Lestallum after Iris’s distress call and news of the death of Jared. The group were planning ways of how to safely escort Iris to Cape Caem. Talcott had left with Monica the next day after Jared’s death. Iris, however, said she would feel safer if she went with the guys. So, they were spending a few extra days in the city to gather necessities for the lengthy travel, as well as, trying to figure out where Iris would sit in the Regalia. With Y/N traveling with them, there was no room in the car only fit for five people.

However, in the few short days they’ve been there, Noctis noticed how Y/N was hanging out a lot with Prompto. It seemed to start the very next day after their first night in the city. Y/N had immediately volunteered to go with Prompto to the market to get Ignis some ingredients that he’d need for cooking when camping. Even when Ignis was giving them the list of items to get, Noctis noticed how Y/N’s eyes flickered over to Prompto’s and the blond would return the look with a slight smile. That was the first time Noctis really felt a surge of anger towards his best friend. He didn’t even feel this way towards Y/N and Gladiolus, who anyone with eyes could tell flirted with each other often. However, that didn’t bother Noctis because Gladiolus was a natural, harmless flirt and Y/N had a playful attitude whenever she wasn’t being depressing. Noctis was even surprised as the usually frowning woman cracked a smile at Prompto after he said some joke – that wasn’t even that funny - at breakfast. Today, for instance, Y/N gladly agreed to take a picture with Prompto in front of the fountain by the hotel they stayed at before taking off for Cape Caem.

He didn’t know when they became so close, but it bothered him. After finally realizing his feelings for the woman, for the first time, he didn’t want anyone else to have her. Of course, he didn’t care if she was friends with his. He wanted her to get along with everyone. However, developing romantic feelings for them, something he couldn’t prevent, was something he didn’t want to happen. He wanted to talk to Gladiolus about it, but he knew he’d toss jokes at the prince about being jealous. Prompto wasn’t an option, obviously. He could ask Ignis, but he’d more than likely bring up Luna. That left the prince with one option…

“Aren’t you… engaged?” Iris arched a brow at Noctis as she finished packing her things for the trip to Caem.

“What does me asking if you’ve noticed Prompto and Y/N getting along lately have to do with me being engaged?” Noctis asked as he pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance. He knew Iris was a hopeless romantic and would’ve noticed if something was going on between the two. However, he didn’t think she’d be like Ignis and relate it back to Luna.

Iris chuckled. “You seem like you’d be irritated with the answer I’d give you.”

Noctis’s eyes widened at this as he watched the teenager turn back around and close her suitcase. “So, you’ve noticed as well, huh?”

“I mean,” Iris drew out the ‘n’ as she turned back around to face the prince. “I don’t really know Y/N or Prompto that well, but, I can tell when two people are comfortable around one another. I think they’re… comfortable around each other.”

“Comfortable… as in they possibly like each other,” Noctis frowned.

“Again, aren’t you engaged, Prince Noctis?” Iris giggled as she watched the prince become flustered.

“There’s not going to be a wedding,” Noctis said as he turned towards the door to exit the room. “We’ll be leaving in another 15 minutes.”

“There will be a wedding! It’ll just be for Y/N and Prompto!” Iris playfully shouted as Noctis slammed the door behind him. However, the smile present on Iris’s face while Noctis was in the room slid off her face. Letting out a heavy sigh, she plopped down on her bed. Just when she thought she had a chance again with the prince, another Nox Fleuret woman stole his heart before she could get the chance. “I guess the family of oracles really are meant for the Lucian family…”

~!~

Your POV

“These pictures suck, Prom,” You frowned as you swiped through his camera to look at the plethora of pictures you both had just taken.

“What? We look great in all of these shots!” Prompto said as he tried to snatch his camera back from your grasp. However, you shifted your body away from him, causing the blond to almost fall into the fountain.

“I look great. However, you?” You turned your head to look at the appalled male. Letting out a giggle, you looked towards the hotel doors where you saw the rest of the gang walking out. The smile on your face faded as your eyes met Noctis’s staring azure ones. A small blush began to creep on your face as you quickly shifted them back down to appear as if you were going through the pictures.

“We’re about to leave. Are you two finished goofing off,” Gladiolus smirked at you and Prompto.

“As soon as Y/N gives me back my camera,” Prompto shot a glare at you. Suddenly feeling uncomfortable with the others around, you shoved the camera back to Prompto and stood up.

“We’re ready,” You said as you stood up and began to walk off in the direction of the car.

“Didn’t mean to kill the mood, princess,” Gladiolus shouted towards you. You responded by giving him your middle finger.

After packing up the car with everyone’s things – mostly Iris’s – you all stood around the car to try to figure out the seating arrangements. You weren’t opposed to sitting on the hood of the car, but everyone immediately shot down that idea. Iris and you weren’t big in structure but with Gladiolus already taking up half of the backseat, it would be an extremely tight, uncomfortable squeeze for you both to sit in the middle. You both wouldn’t be able to survive the long drive to Cape Caem.

“What if Y/N or Iris sits in between the driver and passenger seat?” Prompto suggested.

“No good,” Ignis said as he pushed up his glasses, “There’s no form of safety for them if I happen to slam the brakes or make sharp turns-“

“That could be prevented if you knew how to drive,” You frowned at the man who immediately shot you a look.

“How about Iris sit in the middle and Y/N can sit on Noctis’s lap,” Gladiolus smirked at his suggestion as both you and Noctis’s face immediately reddened.

Iris shifted her eyes towards the two of you before looking over at Gladiolus. “Y/N can sit in the middle and I can sit with Noct!”

“No,” Gladiolus and Noctis immediately said.

“I’d rather sit on the hood of the car,” You mumbled, “Or Prompto? I could use him as a seat!”

“No!” Noctis said abruptly, causing everyone to shift their eyes to the normally chill prince. His face reddened more as he moved his arm to scratch the back of his neck nervously. “I-I mean Prompto usually takes pictures while on the road and you’d be in his way…?”

“He has a point. No offense, buddy,” Prompto gave you a fake sincere look. You frowned at the blond male as he gave you a knowing smile in return.

“Fine. But keep your hands to yourself or I’m going to injure you,” You frowned at the prince who held his hands up in defense.

“No problem, sis-in-law,” Noctis smirked at you. You felt your stomach do a flip at his smirk, but your heart slightly saddened at what he called you. You didn’t know why you felt this way as it was true. Noctis was going to be your brother-in-law… but to hear him accept the fact saddened you. Shaking it off, you just nodded at him and made your way to his side of the car.

“Alright, then! Next stop is Cape Caem!” Ignis said as everyone began to climb into the car. After Noctis got in, you observed just how you were going to position yourself in the car. No matter which way you sat, it was going to either be uncomfortable or awkward. Deciding you’d settle for uncomfortable, you carefully climbed in the car and sat down on Noctis’s lap and swung your legs to the inside, so your body was facing towards Iris and Gladiolus. You didn’t mind this as now you could freely talk to them and Prompto without having to shift your body too much. Nor did you block Noctis’s view of his surroundings. “Everything in order? Seatbelts on?”

“Yep!” Everyone said except you. You jumped slightly as you felt arms snake around your waist in a somewhat tight grip. Looking down to see Noctis protectively holding you, you swallowed the sudden lump in your throat and looked at the blushing prince, who was looking at everything but you.

“I don’t want you to fall out of the car…” He mumbled. You just nodded at him slightly before focusing your attention on something else. Iris sadly glanced at the scene beside her before letting out a quiet sigh. This was going to be a long journey for everyone.

~!~

The ride to Cape Caem, so far, was mostly peaceful. Iris was amazed with the scenery she took in while Prompto took the occasional picture. Gladiolus was reading some book, as usual. Even you seemed to relax into Noctis’s arms as the Regalia zipped down the road. In fact, you became so comfortable and felt at home with his arms around you, that you felt the heaviness of sleep come over you.

“Bump ahead,” Ignis glanced in the rearview mirror at you two. Being halfway asleep, you just sleepily nodded your head – not really paying attention to whatever he had said. However, Noctis heard clearly as he had been wide awake since you guys departed from Lestallum. As the bump approached, he tightened his arms around your waist. Your body jolted awake as the car went over the bump, causing you to unconsciously wrap your arms around the man’s neck and hold onto him to prevent yourself from flying out the car. You thought he pulled you in even closer to him, but you could’ve imagined that.

“You two… you sure you’re just in-laws?” Gladiolus smirked as him and Iris watched as you and Noctis gripped onto each other. Immediately you threw yourself off Noctis and shifted his arms, so they weren’t so tight around you.

“You want me to go flying out the car, Gladio?” You frowned at the older man. He just let out a chuckle and returned to his book as Iris let out a strained smile.

“I’m sure Noct wouldn’t let that happen,” Gladiolus teased, causing you to blink cluelessly and Noctis to shoot Gladiolus a glare.

“Hey, guys! It’s an Imperial ship!” Prompto interrupted the backseat conversation to point out the giant ship flying overhead.

“Those are the same ships that invaded Lestallum when they took…” Iris stopped talking as memories of the day Jared’s life was taken from him filled her mind.

“Let’s make a stop…” Gladiolus said as he glared at the ship that was heading to, most likely, an Imperial base.

“Noct…” Iris looked over at the two of you. She looked down to your lap where one of Noctis’s hand was balled into fist, shaking slightly in anger. She felt her worried expression falter slightly as she noticed your hand placed ever so gently over his other hand that was still holding onto you. You were trying to calm the angry prince down the subtlest way. However, when Iris looked up to your facial expression, she noticed you were looking up at the ship with anger and slight… fear? This caused Iris to wonder what you – who she viewed as a woman who wasn’t afraid of practically anything – were scared about?

“Relax… we got this…” Noctis, though obviously angry at the sight of Imperials, reassured Iris. Iris nodded hesitantly before turning back to face the front. Ignis pulled into the parking lot of Old Lestallum.

“Taking matters into hand?” Ignis said as he stopped the car, and everyone began to climb out.

“Delivering justice for Jared,” Noctis snarled under his breath.

“And for Talcott, too,” Prompto said as images of the crying child flashed through everyone’s minds.

“Iris, I’ll need you to wait here. Y/N, stay with her,” Gladiolus said.

“No way. You think I don’t want revenge on the Empire as well?” You exclaimed.

“I don’t think it’s safe for Iris to be alone…”

“I’ll be fine! The Empire has hurt Y/N as much as they’ve hurt us! Besides, you guys probably need the girl power,” Iris tried to lighten the mood of the conversation. Gladiolus eyed her wearily before agreeing.

“We’ll be right back,” Gladiolus said as everyone, but Iris, began to re-enter the car.

~!~

??? POV

“Did we really have to kill that old man…?” A silver-haired woman asked as she lounged on top of one of the high-rises inside of the Imperial Base.

“It’s been several days, and you’re still worried about that? As a commodore, I wouldn’t think you’d be concerned for that man’s death. He was a fool for not giving us the information we simply asked for,” The short, brown-haired man, Caligo, said as he observed the soldiers working around the base.

“Yeah… but… that kid…” the woman let out a heavy sigh as she clearly remembered the kid’s face of horror when they delivered the elderly man’s body to them. He had let out a horrid scream before dashing off, leaving only the young girl and some other Insomnians staring in disbelief at the body.

“It was his fault. If he would’ve kept his mouth shut then maybe his gramps would’ve still been alive,” Caligo let out a chuckle. “He can’t blame us for his doing.”

“That’s enough, Caligo. He was just a child,” the woman frowned as she hopped down from the high-rise to stand before the man. He just smirked as he looked up at the woman.

“I remember you saying the same thing when we sent that traitor to Tenebrae so many years ago… how she was just a child. Even her father laughed at you…”

“You entrusted a child to seek out information only an adult could do. I don’t see how Ideolas or Glauca thought that was a good idea…”

“Well, you know what happened the last time we sent an adult. Ugh,” The man frowned his face as the thought of the woman they originally sent crossed his mind. “We should’ve known better than sending that traitor’s daughter. Betrayal must run in their veins. Only her father has been reliable to us.”

The silver-haired woman let out an impatient sigh. “Speaking of Y/N-“

“Don’t speak of that disgraced name!” Caligo shouted out the woman who, in return, slit her eyes at him.

“Speaking of Y/N,” She started again, this time putting emphasis on the young woman’s name to show she wasn’t scared of what Caligo might do or say to her. “Isn’t she traveling with the prince? Should I finish the Empire’s failed plan of killing her off for you guys? If I do, add it to the list of things you guys owe me for.”

Caligo rolled his eyes at the woman. “Do as you wish. The death of that traitor will mean nothing to us such as her mother’s.”

The silver-haired woman shrugged as she began to examine her nails. It wouldn’t be the first time she’s dirtied them with the blood of those who betrayed her country. However, it did bother her slightly that the woman she would be getting rid of was tied to Lady Lunafreya, the oracle. Would the blonde woman still fulfill her oracle duties with the knowledge that the Empire took the life of someone dear to her again? She was already on edge after learning about the high commander, her brother, Ravus, betraying their so-called sister. Then again, if the oracle refused to perform her duties, then everyone would suffer, and she wouldn’t want that.

The woman ran her fingers through her hair as she looked up into the starry night sky. However, her ears perked up as she sensed something was off within the base. Looking back down at Caligo, who was still awaiting her response, she frowned at the man. “Go gather your men…”

“What? I’m the commander for this base. You’re just a guest here-“

“Go. Get. Your. Men. Now.” The woman said through clenched teeth as she suddenly pulled out her spear and began climbing up one of the high rises.

Caligo watched as the woman stealthy climbed the high rise with a glare in his eye. Letting out a quiet grunt he motioned two of his soldiers to accompany him to the entrance of the base.

“I don’t trust that Aranea…” Caligo said to himself as he turned away from the woman and walked away.

~!~

Your POV

“Why couldn’t I have gone with Prompto and Gladiolus?” You whispered as Noctis, Ignis, and you quietly hid behind one of the cargo tanks inside the base. Ignis came up with a plan for the group to go different areas of the base that way if one got caught, the other group could still successfully shutdown the base. Gladiolus and Prompto were grouped together while you were forced to join Noctis and Ignis. You wanted to go with the other two but Noctis had intervened and said he wanted you to go with him. Unfortunately, you couldn’t hide the blush that crept up your face when he said this and all the boys – including Noctis – immediately noticed. Trying to ignore your reddened face and trying to prove to yourself – and the boys – that you weren’t blushing because of Noctis, you two broke out into a small quarrel about why you had to go with them. Eventually, Gladiolus broke up the quarrel by jokingly calling you two lovebirds and explaining that it was only a temporary split.

“What’s done is done, now be quiet. I see someone coming,” Ignis hushed you. You rolled your eyes as you peeked your head from behind the tank to get a look at who was coming in case you recognized them. A short, pudgy man walked with his head held cockily in the air as two soldiers followed beside him. You didn’t recognize him but by the badges and sashes on his own armor, you knew he was a commander.

“The insolence of that up-jumped mercenary and there is still no word. This cannot be borne. Such behavior besmirches His Radiance’s good name,” The commander spat as he walked past the tank the guys and you hid behind without noticing your presence.

“That’s our target. Let’s follow him,” Ignis said as he began to lead the way. “Seize him on my signal, stay hidden until then.”

“Why does Noctis get to do all the killing?” You frowned as you took cover behind another tank.

“We’re not here to kill the commander, Y/N,” Noctis glanced over at you.

“That’s why I’m here…” You mumbled under your breath. Now you had found the person responsible for the death of Jared, you wanted to see him suffer as he probably did to the elder. Sighing, you followed Noctis and Ignis as the three of you stealthily moved throughout the base, following the commander and trying not to get caught by the guarding imperials. Occasionally, the commander would make snide comments about Ardyn, your brother, or someone named Highwind. The name sounded vaguely familiar to you, but you brushed it off as unimportant.

As the three were close to seizing the man, Ignis drew out his arm to stop Noctis and you from going any farther. It appeared as if the man had briefly stopped.

“That old man had it coming. He would still be here if he gave the information we asked for. You should’ve seen the way he begged for us not to hurt the kid. We should’ve gone after him instead,” The man laughed. At hearing those words, you felt your blood begin to boil in anger. This lowlife of a human being would kill an innocent child just to get information about Noctis? And you? It didn’t surprise you, however. They did almost kill you off in attempts to get to the Nox Fleuret and Lucis Caelum families. Letting your thoughts consume you, you summoned your daggers and instantly dashed towards the trio.

“Y/N! Wait!” Ignis called out, his arm outstretched in a failed attempt to grab onto you before you dashed off. He immediately turned to Noctis but shielded his eyes as a flash of blue went off in front of him. Turning around, he saw you instantly take down one of the soldiers that tried to grab onto you to prevent you from attacking the commander. Stabbing the soldier, killing him instantly, you directed your other dagger to the other one. Just as it made contact with the other solider, Noctis flashed before you. You hadn’t noticed the commander removing his own weapon and aiming towards you. However, Noctis immediately knocked the man out and finished off his other accompanying soldier. Getting up and retrieving your weapons, Noctis breathed heavily as he turned to you.

“What part of on Ignis’s signal did you not understand?” He huffed at you as he tried to regain his breath. You ignored him as you walked towards the unconscious man on the ground. Summoning back your daggers, you positioned yourself to plunge it directly through his head. An immediate kill. He’d be one of your first victims of your revenge. As thoughts of all the shit you’ve been through up to now because of these people and the things they’ve put innocent people through, death was the only answer to appeasing it all. Flashes of Jared smiling at you and the boys as he bid you guys a final farewell and Talcott crying because of his death flooded your mind. Raising your arm, you went to begin your first act of revenge on the Empire.

However, before you could plunge it into the man, a flash a blue light went off in front of you and a pair of arms was wrapped around your waist. You blinked as you tried to process the situation only to realize you were now a couple feet away from the commander, facing Noctis instead. Ignis was suddenly by his side, attempting to drag his body away. Fire engulfed your eyes as you saw him drag away your target.

“Y/N!” Noctis yelled at you as he struggled against you as you tried to escape his arms. “Y/N! Look at me! Y/N!”

His grip tightening around you, you growled as you shot your eyes to stare into his azure ones. You frantically searched them as they begged you to calm down while holding slight fear within them. Seeing this, you inhaled deeply before exhaling, allowing your body to calm. Noctis’s grip on you loosened slightly as he felt you become less tense.

“What’s gotten into yo-“ Before Noctis could finish his sentence, a loud explosion was heard from where the base was receiving its power.

“The others have must’ve succeeded in their part. Go to them while I get the commander out of here,” Ignis shouted. Noctis nodded as he let go of you. You blinked as all your senses came rushing back to you. The plan was to get revenge on the empire by wiping them out one by one, but the way your anger consumed you to the point you were blinded by it, that wasn’t the way you wanted to go about it. And to see Noctis and Ignis see you like that? It wasn’t safe. For all they knew, the anger you felt was only from Jared’s death and rumors of Lunafreya’s death. They didn’t know your history behind it all. The anger you felt was unjustified to them. Your eyes widened as you realized this and whipped your head to Noctis who only stared at you worriedly.

“C’mon,” Was all he said as he held his hand out for you. Blinking, you cautiously grabbed onto his hand and ran in the direction of the explosion.

“Guys! Over here!” Prompto waved at you both as they came into sight. Letting go of Noctis’s hand, you looked up towards the night sky as you stopped running. Something felt off about the situation as it was too quiet for your liking. Having just destroyed the base, there should be flocks of imperials attacking right about now just like last time when you guys saved the Regalia. Your eyes immediately widened as you saw a spear spiraling from the sky towards Noctis. Without thinking, you turned to the prince only to see him summon his sword and block the attack. Instantly, a woman with silver hair jumped down from a high rise and take claim of, what you assumed, her spear.

“Hey, pretty boy. Let’s see what you can do,” She said as she pushed against Noctis, causing him to stumble backwards slightly. Jumping away, she turned towards you and gasped slightly before smirking. “My, have you grown, Y/N. Or are you going by Lady Y/N now?”

“Excuse me?” You said through gritted teeth as you called for your daggers to appear. Who was this woman? How did she know you? However, before you could run to attack, Noctis instantly warped to attack the woman who was caught off guard by his attack. However, this didn’t phase her for long as she high jumped into the air, much to everyone’s surprise.

“What the hell?” Gladiolus shouted. However, his attention was averted elsewhere as swarms of imperials came rushing to the battlefield.

“Ah, I knew they would appear sooner or later,” Prompto sighed as he pulled out his guns and began aiming. Looking from them and to Noctis who had warped to where the woman was in the air, you decided to help him with her instead. Spotting the nearest high rise, you dashed towards it and up the stairs. You looked up again only to spot Noctis suddenly hurtling towards the ground, the woman’s spear closely following him. Gasping, you aimed the dagger for her midsection and threw it towards her. However, you watched as the woman blocked the attack as she followed her spear that chased Noctis to the ground. Noctis warped out of the way before crashing into another high rise. The spear crashed into the high rise, causing it to crumble to the ground. Laughing, the woman easily retrieved it before running to attack Noctis again. Summoning your other dagger back to you, you hastily made your way down the stairs to assist Noctis who seemed to only get a few hits in on the woman.

“Nice of you to join us, Y/N,” You didn’t like the way she said your name. It was like she was mocking you.

“How…” You said as you ran up to her and attempted to slash at her, only for her to block it. “Do you know me?”

“You were such a cute kid… what happened? I heard about that nasty scar you received from us.” She smiled innocently at you before knocking Noctis down and turning her attention to you. “Show me what your big brother taught you.”

Your eyes widened at this woman’s knowledge of your past. Before you could process anything, she came hurling towards you, throwing attack after attack. You struggled to block her as she executed each attack rapidly. While blocking, you tried to get a good look at her face to see if you remembered anything about her from your past, but the muzzle-like mask she wore blocked her face.

“Ah!” You screamed in pain as her spear connected with your forearm, causing your hand to immediately drop the dagger it held. Taking the advantage, she grabbed you by your throat and jumped into the air. Your eyes searched frantically as Noctis tried to quickly run towards you, however, he was a bit slower than the woman. The wind harshly slapped you in the face as she soared towards the sky, holding you tightly by your neck. You kicked your legs as you tried to pry her fingers from your neck. Air was quickly escaping your body.

“Y/N Nox Fleuret or Y/N Y/L/N? Which do you prefer? Doesn’t matter to me. You’re a traitor just like your mother. Too bad you’re going to meet the same fate as he-“

The silver-haired woman couldn’t finish her sentence as a sword came flying out of nowhere, contacting her left side. You flinched as you heard the hard metal slam against her body, knocking the wind out of her. Her grasp around your neck dropped as both you and she began to fall towards the ground below. Trying to regain your breath and prepare yourself for the oncoming impact, you tried to position your body, so it wouldn’t do too much damage. However, a blue light soared in front of you, and you felt Noctis’s arms under you as he warped you safely to the ground. He set you down as he immediately searched the area for the other woman. However, to everyone’s surprise, she was sitting on the walls of the base, smirking down at everyone.

“Aw, is it that time already?” She said as fake disappointment filled her voice.

“What time?” Noctis asked confusedly.

“Quittin’ time!” She said. “Sorry, but this girl doesn’t work after hours. I could but there wouldn’t be a single gil in it for me. We should play again sometime, pretty boy. Oh, and Y/N, we should catch up.”

You glared at her as she bid you guys a farewell and jumped off into the sky. Wanting to run after her, Noctis held out his arm to stop you. Prompto let out a heavy sigh of relief as he turned to face the group. However, his eyes landed on you.

“Are you okay, Y/N? That fall would’ve been a nasty one if it wasn’t for Noct playing Prince Charming,” Prompto tried to joke to lighten up the mood. However, you ignored his comments as you glared into the night sky. Who was that woman? Her presence felt familiar, but you couldn’t place your finger on it. And on top of that, she seemed to have known you when you were a child as well as your mother. Granted, she could’ve just been taught about you while working for the Empire, but something told you that she personally knew you.

“Who the hell was she?” Noctis said as he also looked in the direction where the woman jumped off to.

“I don’t know, but we better get back to Iris,” Gladiolus said as everyone nodded with him in agreement.

~!~

“Ah, roomies again, huh?” Iris smiled at you as you came inside the motel room you both would be sharing for the night before continuing the journey to Cape Caem in the morning. After meeting up with Ignis with the Regalia, you learned that the commander, now known as Caligo, had managed to escape when Ignis was distracted by the midair fight between, you, the mysterious woman, and Noctis. Everyone was a little pissed but too tired to say anything vocally to the adviser. Upon returning to Old Lestallum, Iris had ordered everyone dinner at the diner across the street where you guys informed her of the events that took place. However, you were silent as thoughts about what Caligo and the woman had said during the infiltration filled your mind. You even picked at your dinner, something both Noctis and Prompto picked up on. Prompto, who you sat beside, nudged your arm when he noticed you weren’t eating. You brushed him off with a small smile and took a bite of a fry. Of course, you would tell him later about what the woman said to you during the battle. What worried you now, however, was what Noctis heard during the battle. He was right beside you, attacking the woman for most of the fight, and she wasn’t secretive with the minor facts she slipped. The prince had to start becoming suspicious of you sooner later. If he hasn’t already, that is. And if he was, he was really good at hiding it.

You had hoped to speak to Prompto after dinner, but Ignis urged everyone to retire early as there was still a long drive ahead of everyone and you’d all be leaving as soon as the sun peeped over the horizon. Sighing, you went to wash up before being assigned your room. You somewhat knew you’d be rooming with Iris, but you had hoped to be with the boys to secretly talk to Prompto while everyone slept. Usually, the blond male was the last to doze off.

“Ah, yeah,” You let out a strained laugh. However, you turned your attention to the center of the room where only one queen-sized bed lay. This caused you to immediately arch a brow.

“Uh, the guys took the last room with the double beds. I hope you don’t mind sharing. I don’t snore or do anything wild in my sleep,” Iris sheepishly said as she rubbed the back of her neck. You shrugged as you climbed into bed.

“So, uh, we could treat this as a sleepover, kinda!” Iris said as she flipped the switch, darkness engulfing the room instantly.

“… A sleepover?” You let out a yawn.

“Y-yeah! Like where we can talk about girl things such as our feelings and hair and makeup and such? You ever do that with Lady Lunafreya?” Iris asked as she climbed in on the other side of the bed.

“Uh…” You closed your eyes to think back to your time with Lunafreya. The only talk about feelings was her to you about Noctis and your occasional teasing of her. Or how she felt about you disliking the Gods and her oracle duties. As for hair and makeup, both of those weren’t an interest to neither of you as both of you were constantly held under Imperial orders. If hair and makeup were talked about, it was when Tenebraen stylists would visit the castle to prepare Lunafreya for her daily oracle tours. “No. Not really.”

“Oh… well, I’ll start!”

“What if I wanted to start?” You turned to face the girl, your eyes adjusting to the dark so you could see her better.

“I-I mean you can if you want,” a light blush appeared on her face. Laughing gently, you told her she could start. “Well… I have a question.”

“Shoot.”

“Have you ever been in love?” The teenager immediately asked. She had shifted her body to face the ceiling and away from you as she asked this.

“Uh…” You blinked at her as the question took you off guard.

“Or really really liked someone to the point you’d do anything for them? Like, I don’t know, give them your last French fry though you wanted it or something like that?”

“I’d do that for my sister,” You shrugged.

“No,” Iris huffed as she turned to face you again, propping her head with her hand. “That’s love like familial love. Kinda like how I love Gladdy. I’m talking about being in love-“

“Kinda like how you’re in love with Noctis?” You gave her a straight-face as you said this, but on the inside, you were dying of laughter at the teen’s facial expression.

“T-this isn’t about Prince Noctis and me-“

“Okay,” You laughed.

“This is about Prince Noctis and you!” Immediately, your laughter stopped as her words rang through your ears. “Of course, I like Noct. He’s been there for me since… forever. But after a day’s worth of riding in a cramped backseat with you two, I couldn’t help but notice the chemistry. You’re telling me you don’t feel anything when you’re with him?”

“Noctis is engaged to my sister,” You said to, hopefully, end the conversation. Just her saying that you two had chemistry caused your stomach to knot in nerves.

“I know. Everyone knows that, but, wasn’t it an arranged marriage? What if Noctis doesn’t love-“

“Of course, Noctis loves Lunafreya. What are you saying, Iris? He’s looking forward to being reunited with his true love as I am with my sister,” You said, your voice raising slightly.

“I’m not saying that he’s not looking forward to seeing Lady Lunafreya again, but maybe he doesn’t love her as much-“

“Then why is he desperately trying to reach her?”

“Well for one, she’s in danger. And two… he wants to see the person he may have feelings for be reunited with he-“

“Good night,” You cut the teen off and turned your body away from her.

“Y/N!” She said as she lifted herself up more to look at you. “Y/N, listen-“

“I said good night,” You took your pillow and placed it over your head as you crossed your arms over your chest. Iris let out a frustrated sigh as you felt the bed shift, letting you know that the girl had turned to face away from you as well. Meanwhile, your heart was leaping in your chest. Noctis couldn’t have feelings for you nor could you him. Him and Lunafreya were fated for one another. You were never supposed to fit in their equation, anyway. Whatever chemistry Iris saw between the two of you was stemmed from her being a hopeless romantic. You didn’t have the right to have feelings for him. You’d never be able to call him yours. And just by thinking that, you felt your floating heart begin to sulk.

~!~

Noctis’s POV

Noctis tapped away at his phone as he lay on back in his shared bed with Prompto, playing King’s Knight. He was battling against Prompto who was more animated with his moves as he struggled to win against the nonchalant prince. Though Noctis was calm on the outside, he was purposefully making sure Prompto wouldn’t win the game on the inside. The prince was always competitive when it came to the cellular game, however, Noctis felt like he was battling for more than first place against his blond best friend. Iris’s words from earlier in the day had been running in his mind almost the entire day. Did Prompto and Y/N have feelings for each other? What had happened in the past couple of days that made them become closer to one another? Even at dinner, when something was clearly bothering the woman, she seemed to only respond to Prompto when he tried to see what was wrong.

Noctis thought he was breaking through her barriers that she put up around herself. He thought he’d be the first one to break through and see what her innermost thoughts were. After opening to her about King Regis that one night, he was almost certain she would b do the same with him soon. She had looked as if she wanted to tell him everything right then and there, but something was holding her back. Why wasn’t she holding back with Prompto – someone who previously seemed to annoy her? Granted, all the guys seemed to annoy her to a certain extent but Noctis was under the impression they were closer than everyone else.

“Give me a break, Noct!” Prompto loudly exclaimed as Noctis took down his knight again.

“Prompto!” Ignis, who shared the other bed with Gladiolus and was asleep, said harshly for the umpteenth time.

“Sorry, Iggy!” Prompto laughed nervously. “It won’t happen again! I promise, this time!”

Ignis let out an irritated huff before repositioning himself in the bed. The nervous smile on Prompto’s face fail as he turned to his side to look at the prince next to him. “What’s your problem tonight, dude?”

“There’s no problem. One last round?” Noctis ignored him as he pressed the ‘replay’ button on his phone and began equipping his character.

“There is! You’re not usually this aggressive on me. What’s going on?”

“Nothing’s going on. Just want to play the game is all,” Noctis shrugged.

“Noct, you’re not even paying attention to me. Are you mad? Did I do something? I can fix it.”

“You didn’t do anything.”

Prompto let out a frustrated sigh as he sat up to place his phone on the nightstand beside him. This caused Noctis to peel his eyes away from his phone screen and over to the male beside him. “You’re not playing?”

“Nah, because I feel like by you kicking my ass through the game is your way of taking your anger out on me for something I’m clearly unaware of that I did.”

“Ever considered you just suck at the game?” Noctis tried to lighten the mood a little. He didn’t want Prompto to be upset with him nor to know he was using the game to compete with him. Not receiving a response from him, Noctis let out a distressed sigh as he turned his phone off and put it away. Prompto shifted in the bed to lay on his side, away from Noctis, while the prince lay on his back, staring at the dark ceiling. How could he ask Prompto about Y/N without revealing his growing feelings for the older woman? He wanted to know how she and Prompto grew so close. When did he suddenly become the one she turned to and not him?

“Are you asleep…?” Noctis asked after not hearing anything for a couple of minutes coming from the man beside him. He waited a few seconds before deciding that he had fallen asleep. “I’m sorry about the game. Though you do suck… you were right. I was competing with you… not over first place… but something else…”

“Y/N?” Noctis’s azure eyes widened as he heard Prompto whisper the name of the former princess. Noctis immediately turned to look at the male only to see him still turned to his side.

“How’d-“

Sighing, Prompto turned to face Noctis with a smirk on his face. “C’mon Noct, we’re best friends. I could tell you were into her the first day we ran into her at Hammerhead. I was talking to you and immediately you floated over to her. It was like you were drawn to her.”

Noctis felt his face heat up as he focused his attention back to the ceiling, trying to cover his red face with his hand. Though it was dark and Prompto probably couldn’t see his face, he still felt embarrassed. Prompto let out a chuckle at his friend’s reaction.

“Y/N, she… has a lot of things bottled up inside of her. I can’t tell you what those are… it’s something she has to do herself when she’s ready. She only told me because… well we have our reasons…” As Prompto spoke, Noctis slowly withdrew his hand from his face as he let the man’s words sink in. What was Y/N going through that she couldn’t tell him?

“She wants to tell you, Noct, trust me. But she’s scared… because, though she may deny it to all our faces, your opinion of her matters the most. I don’t want to speak on how she feels because I’m only basing this off what I’ve noticed and what she’s said…”

Lestallum (The day after Y/N and Prompto’s reveal)

Y/N and Prompto sat at one of the café’s in the city of Lestallum. The others were still asleep – well Noctis was, anyway. Gladiolus and Ignis were out trying to find out more information on Jared and how to safely escort Iris and Talcott to Caem. Prompto and Y/N decided to take a break to get some food, but more importantly, get to know each other more and their connection with Niflheim. They couldn’t talk much last night in fear of others listening. Talcott could be heard wandering the halls of the hotel and they didn’t want the kid to overhear them.

“Are you gonna tell Noct?”

“If you’re scared to tell him then what makes you think I will?” Y/N frowned at the blond. Prompto just shrugged.

“I just figured since you guys are childhood friends-“

“We weren’t friends,” Y/N immediately cut him off. “We can’t be friends… for this reason.”

“I get where you’re coming from, but I think he’d be understanding-“

“If that’s the case then why can’t you tell him about you?” Y/N arched her brow.

Prompto shook his head a little as he let out a chuckle. “He’d be more understanding just for you.”

Prompto smiled a little as the woman’s face immediately turned red and she nervously shifted her hazel eyes away from him. Clearing her throat, she looked back up at him. “I want to tell Noctis. I don’t think it’s fair he’s opened up to me, but I haven’t to him. But… to know there’s a possibility that he’ll hate me after finding out… I don’t want that. Besides, I’m still trying to figure everything out myself.”

“Trust me…” Prompto gave a knowing smile at the woman. “Noctis can’t hate you.”

“H-huh?” Her face flushed red again as she looked up at him.

“I-I mean he can’t hate you because… uh… in-laws, right? Lady Lunafreya wouldn’t want her husband to hate her sister!”

Prompto watched as the woman sulked a little in her chair at his words. Her head dropped as she stared at the table. She didn’t respond for awhile and that was all Prompto needed to see to confirm things.

“Yeah… my brother-in-law…” She finally said, breaking the brief silence. Her words sounded as if it pained her to say. Prompto just watched as the woman seemed to lose herself in her thoughts. Though Y/N gave off a tough exterior, she was clearly broken and hurting on the inside because of her past. She was a kind woman who would – and has – risk her life for others. Though she could be an asshole at times and a jokester, she truly cared for those around her. Inside her still lay that 9-year-old who was led to believe she couldn’t trust anyone and that… she would forever be a traitor – whether it be to Niflheim, the Lucis Caelum family, or the Nox Fleurets.

Present

“Just give her some time, okay? Until she’s ready, just be there for her,” Prompto said before turning back to face away from Noctis. “Whelp, I’m going to sleep now. See you in the AM!”

“Yeah… night…” Noctis’s voice trailed off as Prompto’s words were still fresh in his head. What secrets did Y/N hold that would lead to the prince hating her? Of course, Prompto was right. Noctis could never hate Y/N. He was in love with her. But with Y/N being afraid of how Noctis viewed her… could that mean she…?

Noctis shook his head. She clearly worried because they were going to eventually be family. He was still engaged to Luna. Y/N simply didn’t want any problems within the family. Hell, it wasn’t like Ravus didn’t already hate the man. Still, how could Noctis reassure Y/N that he was always going to be there for her – no matter how big her secret? Making sure Prompto was asleep, Noctis quietly snuck out of his bed and out the hotel room. He reached the room next door where he lightly knocked on it, hoping to wake up Y/N and not Iris. After a while of waiting and a couple more knocks, he heard feet shuffling on the other side of the door. Praying to the Gods that it was Y/N, he closed his eyes as the door opened.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” The sweet voice of Y/N filled his ears. Immediately Noctis opened his eyes and looked down at the shorter woman. Her hair was down and covering her scar per usual. She wore a loose white t-shirt and black shorts that hugged the curve of her hips slightly. Though she was dressed so simply in her sleeping clothes, Noctis couldn’t help but still see her as beautiful. “Do you need something, Noctis?”

Blinking back to reality and remembering the words from Prompto earlier. Noctis reached out and pulled the woman into a hug by her arm. Startled, he felt her freeze in his arms.

“Noct-“

“I won’t hate you,” was all he said as he tightened his grip around her. Noctis stood there for a while, hugging Y/N, until he felt her arms hesitantly wrap around his waist and her head further bury in his chest. She didn’t say anything as she returned his hug but Noctis knew that, even if just a tiny bit, Y/N believed that he could never hate her.

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How the Rockwaller Stole Christmas (1/2)

"How the Rockwaller Stole Christmas" For the first of the two winter poems That you're reading away or at your home Just to let everyone know, the entire selection (including the intro) is in rhyme This is to save everyone, especially Whitem, a whole lot of time It is for his 10th Winter Writing Contest, so it'll be brief I promise that I won't take any Fannies awards for this, or else I'd be a thief It features Bonnie in such a grumpy Grinchy feeling But Junior gives her an idea that is worth...how should I say...stealing Let's see how it goes Will they get away scot-free or get caught? Who knows. The poem is rated T As you can see For some minor swear words (but including a gesture that is obscene) So it is why is it suitable for those over the age of 13. And humor that is crude And for the snark in Bonnie's 'Queen B' attitude Kim Possible is created by Schooley and McCorkle and (c) by Disney This is to (hopefully) prevent the Mouse's lawyers from getting all in a suing tizzy. And as for the Seuss Estate, there will be no feelings of ill will or resentment. For this very poem is parody and satire, and fair use, covered by the First Amendment. So without further ado, Here is this treat of a poem, especially for the reader...which is you.

"How the Rockwaller Stole Christmas" (PART I)

This is the time of year A time of happiness and joy Where there is the spreading of good and cheer For almost every Middletonian girl and boy

As stated before, almost every young citizen Down in Middleton Liked Christmas a lot. But Bonnie Rockwaller, who lived just next door to the Possibles, did NOT!!

She hated how the Possibles celebrated Christmas in their house Giving a low growl that would even frighten a small mouse Every single day of the accursed Christmas season. If you are wondering to try To ask the question of why She does have her reasons.

And no, it wasn't because her head wasn't screwed on right Or that her Country Club Banana boots were too tight Or that a probable main reason of all Could be that her heart was three sizes too small

No, all she had to do was go back years past Of how past Christmases at the Rockwallers sucked when she was a young lass. From the hand-me-downs of her sisters to the infamous photo of her crying in Santa's lap Those winter "memories", she knew, would be crap The only bright spot of her Christmases, if it even would bother Would be the gifts given to her from Donald Rockwaller aka her father But, alas, this year, her dad's gift would be proven fruitless, of course For the Rockwallers are (currently) going through a very tough divorce.

And then there was the part where, a few years ago if one can gleam Bonnie starred as an angel in a Nativity scene They sang songs such as "Silent Night", "Joy to the World" and similar sounds Only problem was that said Nativity scene was played on courthouse grounds Some politically-correct people in the audience pointed out, if they can relate, That this was a blatant violation of the separation of church and state. The Queen, who had enjoyed this, flew in a rage On the Nativity scene stage She shocked the audience, her parents, and her fellow singers, By giving the politically-correct people two middle fingers

So she stared there on Christmas Eve from her bedroom window, Hating the Possibles all the while Middleton was covered in record-setting snow. From the lighted windows of their house, Kim was hanging a mistletoe wreath, Just in case Ron came, she can kiss him from beneath.

Bonnie couldn't believe That today was indeed Christmas Eve She continued to growl, her fingers continued drumming "I MUST find a way to prevent the Possible Christmas from coming!" She stood there, brooding and stewed

For tomorrow, she knew... (PART II) All the Possible girls and boys Yes, this includes Ron and Rufus They would all rush for their gadgets and toys. Including, as Bonnie called him, the blonde-haired doofus. She would be rattled and awakened by all the NOISE, NOISE, NOISE!!! All the NOISE!!! NOISE!!! NOISE!!! That was one thing she hated while trying to sleep in her bed On every single Christmas Day The continuing screaming sounds of video games being played repeatedly in her head Unfortunately for her, it had always been this way.

She'll (that being Kim) call and beep Wade on the new Kimmunicator The Tweebs would fly around with their drone, armed with an incinerator Joss would buck around with her large mechanical horse, making bucking sounds Cousin Larry would do roleplay while playing the latest version of Everlot, a quest to be found Kim will also blare the rare $50 Britina CD on her CD player as if she captured the Holy Grail Bonnie had been demanding said CD from her mother all month long...but to no avail. And as of Ron and Rufus, he will play noisy games to get that high score. Like the latest installment of the M-rated gorefest known as Zombie Mayhem IV. Oh...the Queen hated that that noise a plenty When Ron plays it for hours on end on his PSX720.

To her, this was no fair. The comparison of gifts really almost made her tear out her brunette hair. She even tried to get her dad, whom was the chief of police, to stop the squeaks and squeals While the Possibles raced around on ATVs with 4 wheels. Alas, it was no use for her to stop this noise torture from Hell. Bonnie felt as if her house was one big jail cell.

As if this were another reason for her to hate on the Possible's holiday moods, to be quite frank There was Ron turning up the volume, watching "The Six Tasks of Snowman Hank" Oh, if only the Queen had earplugs A type that would drown out the warm clink of Possible cocoa-moo mugs

And then the Possibles, young and old Will then all sit down to a feast And they all feast, feast, FEAST!!! The food from their cabinets and fridge flowed like never-ending gold They devour a large Christmas turkey, which was about as big as a 10-pound Beast Oh, a Christmas Turkey Beast is a feast Bonnie couldn't stand in the very least. In the sweets department, there were the famous lemon squares by her Nana But all Bonnie got was after the Rockwaller Xmas Dinner was a rotten banana.

And then, the Possibles do something that the Queen hated most of all Every Possible in the Possible house, the tall and small. Will stand close hand in hand With Christmas Bells on their phone apps constantly ringing And the Possibles, standing on their property land... ...they start SINGING!!! And they'll SING, SING, SING!!!!!! That is what will make her the most feral When the Possibles sing their Christmas carols.

And the more Bonnie thought of the Possible-Christmas sing.... ...The more the Queen thought!

She must stop this whole entire thing. "Why, for five years, I've put up with it now!"

"I HAVE to stop the Possible's Christmas from coming....but how?"

(PART III) As she continued to stare outside Bonnie then heard two taps on her door The figure came from the hallway, not making an attempt to hide It was only her rich boyfriend, Senor Senior Junior, nothing more. Junior had come to his first Rockwaller Christmas, being that he was in town This was an attempt by Veronica to try to turn her daughter's frown upside-down Like Bonnie, his heart was three sizes too small. But it was his brain that was tiny, most of all.

"Oh hey, my rich hottie. Wonder why you're doing here in my place!"

Bonnie said with a slight smile on her face. She waited on what her dim BF was trying to say "Hey, my love." Junior replied, "I came here for the food and any games that you usually play."

Bonnie scoffed, "Junior, I know that this is your first time, and you're trying But I suspect that you may be a be a bit...lying.

And I like that," she continued with a salacious grin. For she knew Junior was loaded, a fact she knew he was an instant win. Junior said, "My love, I can bring you anything this year, a fact that my father had taught I can even buy you a multi-million-dollar yacht."

Bonnie sighed, fading away from her smile "Junior, that is all well and good, and I can see..." She continued to stare outside the window for a little while "...but I got issues with the Possibles' Christmas continuing to mock me."

"Today is Christmas Eve, in case if you're wondering Come tumi, I will constantly be irritated by their noises, and that wannabe, I am still trying to think on what to do...in this case...pondering... I guarantee you, Junior, that she will flaunt her gifts for all the world to see."

Junior then suggested something vile "Why not have me dressed as Santa? Like with the coat and hat" Replied the oft-complaining man-child "I can guarantee you that you can steal their Christmas in a snap."

Then the Queen got an idea. An awful idea. The Queen got a wonderful, awful idea. (PART IV)

"Junior, I think I know a way."

Bonnie replied with the salacious grin "Hear me out on what I have to say!" She knew her plan would be as dirty as sin.

"A month ago, my dad arrested a drunk Santa at a mall He confiscated the belt, fake beard, hat, boots and all." She laughed in her throat. But Junior asked "Did he also get the coat?" "Oh yes, he did get that well..." Bonnie remembered. For she saw that incident in late-November.

Junior still questioned "But where can we get that suit in such short time?" "And will it fit this sexy booty of mine?" Bonnie said with a wide grin, "Junior, the suit's a perfect fit for you. It's in the basement by the way under boxes of old shoes."

"But I don't wanna go down the basement!" Junior whined for a while. That was the least of his problems for the overgrown man-child. Unlike his dad, he wasn't used to doing a life of crime Bonnie scoffed at him, "I'll go first and you'll follow behind." Junior whimpered "I hope that I don't look fat in that coat at all."

While his girlfriend held on to her baggy bib-down overall.

So about 30 minutes later, the evil couple found the Santa clothes Junior took a deep breath and said, "Let's see how this goes." To his amazement, they fit perfectly. Right down to the coat, which covered up his muscular belly. Bonnie grinned, "What a great and vile trick.

With this coat, fake beard, and hat, you look exactly like St. Nick.

Junior rightly pointed out. "Now that I am dressed as a Santa and that's all glad, ..." "...how can we destroy Kim Possible's Christmas so that we can make her sad."

"The solution to that problem is simple." Bonnie said, tenting her fingers "We are going to steal them in the middle of the night, and let nothing linger." "Contractor style trash bags and sacks are the best method to use "They are perfect to take on any trashy weight of abuse. "Once we steal all of the Possibles' gifts "We're going to jam them into a car, 'borrowed' from Cruella De Vil, for a lift."

"And then once we get outside the city limits where the elevation is higher. "We will then burn all their gifts and food in one great big fire."

Junior gasped at the audacity of this crime It would put their relationship to the test If they got caught by Team Possible, it surely would result in their arrest. Then again, he has some added muscle from HenchCo so he had one less thing to whine

"My love, I am ready to do the stealing with you, In case we win, I even reserved a romantic spot on the island for two! Just say the word and I can call upon some strong henchmen It would make our job easier, with me and you times ten."

"Now all I need to complete the look of fear Is that of a reindeer."

Bonnie looked outside her house for any of them, if that is so Unfortunately, a reindeer's habitat did not include Colorado Just as it so happens, her Pit Bull, Queenie, made his way down the stairs He began to drool everywhere His look was so fierce and full of hate Why the Queen named a male dog a female name, shouldn't be for debate But did this stop her? Not at all. She also stared at one of the bucks her father killed, mounted on the basement wall Bonnie simply said, "If I can't find a reindeer, I'll make one instead!"

She instructed Junior to take a saw, duct tape, and some strong thread And tied a couple of big horns to Queenie's head. Junior asked "So when would be the stealing? What would be a perfect time to enter the Possible's main den?" Bonnie replied "I got a feeling..."

....That we will strike at ten!" "I know of a back alleyway That connects to their house But we have to be quiet, nothing more to say Nothing above the squeak of a mouse.

Agreeing to the plan set, Junior and Bonnie called up HenchCo To send in their stealthiest henchmen for at least ten in tow.

__________________________________________________________________________ (PART V) It was now 10pm as Bonnie, Junior and the henchmen started down Toward the Possible house, whose inhabitants lay snoring within town.

Despite the fact that they were sleeping, they thought they were protected By an exquisite alarm system that would blare a loud sound When an intruder would be found And he/or she would be detected

Their windows were also dark and the doors were locked They made sure an intruder's way out would be blocked All the Possibles, especially Kim, were dreaming without a single care When the villains came to their house on Middleton Square

The whole evil team snuck to the den at exactly 10 o'clock In order to undergo their villainous vice Ooooh....stealing Christmas from the Possibles will be quite nice.... ....That is, if they can get through the lock.

"We need to get through this door without causing the plan any harm... ...If we go in, it would surely set off that alarm. "Miss Rockwaller..." the lead henchman said, "...if it may say to suffice"

"This looks like a job for the HenchCo Automatic Disarming Alarm Device!"

The HADAD did it job It cracked the code for the alarm, rendering it useless But now came the issue of the door, still locked at its knob. "Lucky for me, I brought out my hairpin! Surely, it would let us in."

Unfortunately for her, the pin broke as a makeshift key Grunting, but not deterred, the Queen has a plan B She took out Junior's solid-gold limitless credit card Junior then whispered, as if he were doing a Sonnet from the Immortal Bard "Be careful, my love! That is my rarest card of all It's supposed to be used for the World's Richest Mall!"

This time, though, the hack card did work (Oh, if she only could invent the dance known as the twerk) The villainous team entered quietly into the room To begin Operation Villainous Christmas of Doom Bonnie gave a wide open smirk, so evil and so blatant That it rivaled that of the Prince of Darkness, Satan. She then saw all of the Possible stockings hung in a row. "Their stockings..." she grinned, "...are the first things to go!"

She instructed her dim BF to use a magnet for her first method of attack It loosened the nails and the stockings immediately fell in the sack

#kim possible #ron stoppable #bonnie rockwaller #fanfiction #poetry #satire #parody #christmas

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cannedapricot · 7 years ago

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spring.

a soft art student! au with pure boy renjun ft a y/n who keeps denying her feelings! i recommend listening to a couple of bolbbalgan4′s songs while reading! their songs make me soft siuvsesuvao

word count: 4.2k filled to the brim with fluff and slice of life because i can’t write anything else yikes

Spring.

The season of blue skies, cherry blossom showers and blooming flowers.

The season of red faces, sweaty palms and shy “I love you"s.

Spring was the season of affection blooming in your chest, struggling to keep itself hidden

Spring was the season of romance.

You wished you could relate to the crowds of girls that started whispering crazily whenever a certain boy walked past.

Or to your table mate, who keeps staring at the back of Lee Jeno’s head with lovestruck eyes.

But alas, as much as you wanted to fall in love, you couldn’t force your heart to beat faster for someone.

You were pulled out of your daze when a stray cherry blossom petal found it’s way into the warm, lazy classroom. Riding the spring wind for a small while before settling itself onto your long forgotten textbook. The moment it landed, the sharp familiar noise of the recess bell rang throughout the school and suddenly chairs scraping across the tiled floor cut through the sleepy silence.

Girls bunched up into groups, starting to gossip about who’s dating who and boys started to race towards the cafeteria. You blow the pink petal off of your history textbook, then proceed to attempt to stuff it into your already crowded desk.

"Yo Y/N, here’s the banana milk I owe you from the other day.” You didn’t need to look up to know who it was.

“Great, Donghyuck, it’s only been a week and a half since I gave you the answers to Mr Lee’s homework.”

The boy grinned sheepishly to your remark as you successfully squeeze the thick book into the small space.

“Look, in my defense, I was busy.” He replied, plopping himself on top of your creaky desk.

“With what? Finding a date to the spring festival?”

Ah, the spring festival. It was the festival all art students looked forward to the most. It was a festival for all the students talented in art to proudly show off their work. Artists would set up little areas where they would happily talk of their pieces to anyone interested. Musicians would be busking, whether it be with their friends or by themselves and dancers would be dancing to their heart’s content with a crowd of people cheering them on. All of this would happen under the beautiful shower of the school’s multiple cherry blossom trees.

The main event everyone would attend though, was the musical that would play on the outside stage during the afternoon. Mr Kim Dongyoung, the teacher in charge of the musical, was notorious for being picky with the students he would let on stage and it was considered a honor if you were picked to be take part in the musical.

You didn’t need a date per say, but rumor has it that if you and your special someone share a sweet kiss under the oldest cherry blossom tree, you’d be happy together forever.

You thought that it was a bunch of baloney.

Forever Together? How cheesy. You’d rather it that you and your significant other stuck together due to affection for each other, not due to some old tree. It shocked you to learn how many people believe in that stupid rumor.

Your friend, Lee Donghyuck, being one of those believers.

But of course, he’s never admitted it to your face.

“No? Come on y/n, you know I don’t believe in that! Plus, I’m in the musical this year, I don’t have time for such childish things!”

Your eyebrows raised in doubt.

“Huh. Then I guess the person I saw trying to hit on one of our underclassmen this morning wasn’t you then?”

Donghyuck’s eyes broke contact and flew away from your own as he tried to come up with a reasonable explanation as to why he had attempted to get a girl’s number this morning. His eyes met with one of the many girls who was gossiping with her friends for a hot second. She then immediately ducked back to her friends and giggles were heard soon after.

Producing sandwiches out of your bag, you watched all of this with humor sparkling in your eyes, you had to bite the inside of your mouth to prevent yourself from bursting into obnoxious laughter.

“You know Hyuck, you could always go with Mark if everything goes wrong.” You were hit with one of his famous ‘shut up or i’ll stab you with this pencil’ glares as soon as you said that. A string of giggles attempted to leave your mouth before one of the ham sandwiches you had packed was forcefully shoved onto your face.

“I hate you, y/n. Our friendship is officially over.”

“Great. Hey Jeno! You’re promoted to my best friend now! Hyuck doesn’t love me anymore.” You yelled across the room.

Jeno, who had just returned from the cafeteria with Jaemin at his side let out a hearty laugh.

“Thank god! I’ve been meaning to get rid of Jaemin for a while now!”

“Remember to finish your essay before the end of the week. Class dismissed.”

The usual high pitched noises of chairs being pushed back and chatter from your classmates started as soon as ‘class dismissed’ was heard. The sun was still high up in the sky but it had fallen from where it had been during noon and the temperature was slowing dropping along with it.

Pushing your own chair back, you lifted your arms up in a stretch before letting out a cat-like yawn. Falling back onto the hard, wooden desk, you waved lazily back at your table mate as she bid you goodbye for the day. Closing your eyes, you found yourself relaxing at the sound of cicadas calling to each other outside. The sunlight coming through the window dyed you and your desk a warm yellow. Suddenly, the urge to take a nap came over you.

“You remind me of a big, lazy cat sometimes.”

Groaning, you moved you head so that you were facing your stupid friend. He was sitting in the chair in front of you, sucking on a lollipop as he met your eyes.

“Hyuck, don’t you have rehearsals today? You told me that you were going to have them everyday until the festival.”

Acting like he was offended, Donghyuck said, “I thought that my best friend would be lonely without me so I thought that I’d check up on you before going.”

You smiled into your arm. Donghyuck had a sharp tongue and you were used to him insulting you every second sentence without actually meaning it. But it always made your day whenever he openly shows that he cares.

“I’m heading to the art room in a few, so no, I won’t be.” You said, the soft smile you had eariler being replaced with a teasing grin.

“You’ve been going there since our first year! Aren’t you tired?”

“Not at all.” Standing up, you swung your bag across your shoulder and ruffle Donghyuck’s golden locks before heading towards the classroom door.

Before stepping out, you said, “Also, I thought that we established that I’m now Jeno’s best friend?”

“Fine then, we don’t love Lee Donghyuk anymore then.” Your friend huffed out in annoyance to himself.

“Just kidding! Love you, Hyuck!” You shouted with a smile before making your way to the art room.

As Donghyuck had stated, the art room has been the place you go to everyday after school. You loved drawing. People had asked you why you didn’t just join the art club instead of going to an empty classroom. Simple. You loved the quietness of the empty classroom. You loved getting caught up in your own thoughts without having anyone interrupt you. Most of all, you loved his company.

Just thinking about the boy put a bounce in your step.

The boy who started showing up to the same classroom a week after you had. The boy who would just sit there in silence while you both worked on your own paintings. The boy who would only leave after you did. The boy who would give you the warmest smile whenever your eyes met.

That boy was Huang Renjun.

You only got to know his name during the autumn of your first year. When it was pouring and you found that you left your umbrella at home. Desperate to get home before your parents start ranting about how late you returned, you were ready to run all the way home. Until Renjun offered to share his umbrella. He had flashed a shy smile and you agreed without second thought.

From that day on, the two of you would walk home together. You’d draw in silence, comfortable with each other’s company, then make small talk on the way home.

You still couldn’t believe he was real. It was as if the spring wind had blew him into that classroom that year and he could disappear with the cherry blossom petals at anytime.

Maybe because it was spring. Maybe it was because you wanted to fall in love before graduating high school. But recently you found yourself growing more and more fond of the art room boy.

Peeking through the windows, your eyes immediately flew to the doe eyed student. He was already sitting in front of his own canvas, paintbrush in hand. Yet another smile climbed onto your face as a frown came onto his. He obviously wasn’t pleased with his painting so far. It was an adorable sight.

You knocked twice on the door to notify him of your presence. Renjun looked up from his canvas and his eyes lit up the moment he saw you. The previous pout he had sported now replaced with a smile that could rival the sun itself. Nodding as a greeting, you pull an easel out and start dying the white, blank canvas with bright, lively colors.

The sun had began to retire from standing in the sky, casting the school in orange hues. You took one look out the window, then decided that you’d stop for the day. Standing up to give your brushes a wash, you catch the attention of Renjun, who grinned to himself before also starting to pack his things away. It was always like this, one of you would deem it a good time to finish for the day and the other would follow.

You finished packing before Renjun did and leaned against the doorway, watching the dark haired boy stash his brushes back into his bag. Why Renjun didn’t have dates everyday after school was a mystery to you. Especially when he had a face carved by god himself. Shouldn’t the girls be all over him? Also, his lips looked really soft, you’d have to remind yourself to ask him what lip balm he used later on.

“Come on, stop spacing out. Let’s go home.” A gentle voice woke you from another one of your dazes.

“Ah, right.” Embarrassed that you were caught daydreaming, you scramble to follow Renjun out the door, tripping a little in the process.

Falling in step beside Renjun, you can’t help but notice how much he’s grown since you two first walked side by side together. He’s a least grown half a head taller.

“Say, y/n, are you going to be participating in the spring festival?” He asked, the small breeze ruffling his brown locks. You noted that they looked super soft and would have to ask him about the conditioner he uses later on.

“Yeah, I do so every year. Not in the musical though. I can’t sing to save myself and Mr. Kim never chooses me for backdrop design.” Renjun hummed in response, kicking a stray pebble on the side walk.

“I don’t see you around though? Do you participate or?” You’ve never seen Renjun under the pink trees exhibiting his work. You know he’s a talented artist. You’ve sneaked enough peeks at his work to know.

“I get chosen to do the backdrop design every year. Everyone says that Mr. Kim has a soft spot for me.” He lets out a soft chuckle. “But this year, I turned down his offer.”

“What? Why?”

He shrugged. “I wanted to exhibit my work like everyone else this year.”

“I can finally see your paintings without looking suspicious.” You mutter victoriously to yourself.

“What was that?”

“Nothing.”

“O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?”

“Y/n, could you put some emotions into your acting?”

Thursday night, and you were at Donghyucks house, helping him rehearse one last time before the big day tomorrow. He had bugged you for ages before you caved in and shuffled to his house in your pajamas. And as if you weren’t already done with him, he then tells you to climb the tree up to his room because he couldn’t be bothered going down to open the door for you.

“Hyuck, I’m not an actress and I’m not going to be going on stage tomorrow.” Running your hand through your hair in annoyance. Doing so reminded you that you forgot to ask Renjun about his conditioner. “Also, why Romeo and Juliet? It’s Shakespeare's most overrated piece.”

Tutting was heard from where Donghyuck was curled up on his bed. “We made changes so that it wouldn’t be a tragedy. A happy ending to the classic would make the spring season ten folds better”

You picked a stray leaf out of your hair. “Doesn’t make it any better in my opinion.”

A familiar ping signaled an arrival of a message. A smirk climbed onto your face as you realized it was from your friend’s phone.

“Date?”

“I wish. It’s from Mark.” Donghyuck sighed, unlocking his phone.

“Oooooh, you’re going with him then?” Rising from Hyuck’s creaky chair, you launch yourself onto the bed, clambering to sit beside your best friend.

“No, he’s just coming to watch the musical. He might stay for a while afterwards though. And he’s bringing his university friends.” Donghyuck said as the messages came in.

“I hope he brings some hotties.”

“Are you planning on cheating on your boyfriend or what?” Your eyebrows flew towards your hairline at his question. Boyfriend? Who?

“Since when have I had a boyfriend?”

“Uh, the dude you walk home with?” Donghyuck mentioned as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “What was he called? Huang Renjun? Jeno and Jaemin’s friend?”

“Woah, hold up. First of all, he’s not my boyfriend, he probably doesn’t even like me that way. Secondly, Jeno and Jaemin know him? Thirdly, how do you know that we walk home together?” You had no idea that Renjun was friends with Jeno and Jaemin. Those two were loud and rowdy, different from the quiet boy you saw after school. You couldn’t imagine the three of them together.

Totally ignoring your questions, the third rowdy boy you’ve ever had the displeasure of meeting, sits up on his bed and says,

“So you like him?”

Suddenly, the room felt a few degrees hotter. Even though the windows were open and it wasn’t summer yet. You must have a fever.

“No?”

“Liar! Your face is bright red!” Donghyuck starts cackling, hands over his stomach. “So if he asked you out, you would turn him down?”

“No?” You repeated the same word from earlier. This time in a much smaller volume. Except your ass of a friend hears anyways.

“Y/n finally has a crush! I thought this day would never come! In spring too! What a perfect season to fall in love!” You felt as though Hyuck might as well be exclaiming this to the whole school. Your face and ears was burning from embarrassment and you wanted to bury yourself in a hole.

“I’m going home. Practice your lines by yourself.”

“No, I’m sorry y/n, I love you please help me.”

The love you had for Renjun was completely platonic.

Right?

You couldn’t sleep at all last night.

After returning from Donghyuck’s, all that was going through your mind was the quiet, sweet boy from the art room. Did you really like him like that? Or were you just overthinking. And, did he like you?

It drove you mad. Romance novels didn’t have anything on this situation. Romcom movies didn’t either! .

So you woke up this morning with a huge bed head from rolling around and obvious dark eye circles. Halfway to school, you also realized that you forgot to bring your paintings with you. So you had to run back to get them. You must’ve looked like a mess when you arrived because Donghyuck winced the moment he saw you. But it only took a light slap from him to bring you back to the hostile being you were when you were with your dumb friend.

You had successfully told yourself that your love for Renjun was platonic.

The sky was a bright blue with just enough cloud cover so that you could enjoy your day without the sun shining into your eyes. The spring breeze scattered pink petals across the school lawn and on top of the excited chatter from students and teachers. You couldn’t ask for better weather.

Blowing a strand of hair away from your face, you stood back to admire your little station. You had chosen a spot next to the walkway this year. All of your proud works surrounded a wooden stool on which you would sit on. You had been lucky enough to secure a place next to the trunk of a cherry blossom tree. This meant that the pastel petals would shower down onto your station whenever a breeze blew through.

You took a sip of water from your water bottle and glanced at your wristwatch, pleased to see that there was still a while before the gates opened to guests. Stretching, you scanned the area around you. Jeno and Jaemin were warming up in the open piece of grass behind the tree you were situated at while a poor first and second year, Jisung and Chenle, got their speaker ready for them. Donghyuck was probably running over his lines with the female lead behind the stage. You could imagine how nervous he was at this very second.

Across the walkway from you, was where Renjun had set up his station. Right under the old tree that was rumored to keep you and your special someone together. You giggled to yourself before jogging over and tapping the chinese boy’s shoulder.

“Hey.”

Renjun’s head snapped back to face you in shock. “Y/n! You scared me!”

You sent him an apologetic smile. Turning to look at the tree, you mentioned,

“You’re going to have a fun time watching couples make out today huh.”

“Is this the- Oh no- I chose the wrong tree.” Renjun’s hand came up to his forehead in regret. “Now I have to deal with couples shoving their tongues down the other’s throat. All day.”

Putting a hand on his shoulder in mock sympathy, you shook your head. “Look on the bright side. At least this is a nice tree.”

The festival was almost over.

The musical was a huge hit with the multiple couples that came. Even though you were still convinced that Romeo and Juliet was overrated, you were extremely proud of Donghyuck. He executed the role of Romeo perfectly and his singing nearly brought you to tears. Though he was the one who burst into tears when he stumbled off stage after the show. Jaemin and Jeno’s dancing attracted many female fans. Some of them were ready to drag them under the old cherry blossom tree.

You and Renjun’s stations were well received by the comers. You even sold a few of your pieces! You had met Renjun’s eyes at one point during the festival and burst into laughter at the look on his face. He looked super uncomfortable stuck between two couples kissing.

It was dusk and the bright blue sky had turned purple. The sun was sinking lower into the horizon, stars popping up one by one after it. Lanterns were starting to light up and even though the festival was coming to a close, it was just as lively as it was at the beginning. This was the time where students who had participated get to enjoy themselves.

Packing your last painting away, you pat yourself on the back for a successful last spring festival of your high school career. Setting the packed bag onto your wobbly stool, you turn to face the warm, spring-like boy who was waving to his last visitor. Skipping your way over, you plopped yourself on the patch of grass next to his stool, leaning on the tree trunk.

“How was your first and last festival running a station?” You asked with a bright smile adoring your face.

“Very, interesting.” He replied, a sweet smile on his own face. Abandoning his own stool, he fell down next to you on the grass. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen that many kissing couples in my entire life.”

Your shoulder was touching his. You’ve never really noticed how much wider his shoulders were compared to yours. Renjun rips open a coke flavored lollipop and pops it into his mouth. Then he pulls another one out of his bag and offers it to you, to which you politely decline.

The two of you sat under the blooming tree for a while, making small talk here and there while watching people come and go busily. Occasionally blocking each other’s eyes when a couple came sauntering up to the tree the two of you were under.

“I’m going to have to wash my eyes after today.” You had hissed, peeking between the boy’s slim fingers. “Why aren’t they leaving. Go make out at home dammit.” You’ve never really noticed how soft Renjun’s palm is. You’ll have to ask him about the hand cream he uses later on.

As the moon slowly rose up to take the sun’s shift, the pretty purple sky made way for the darker hues it brought. The students started yawning and the guests started bidding their goodbyes. Neither you nor Renjun moved from your spots, wanting to bathe in each other’s company for a while longer.

“Say, y/n, do you believe in the rumor surrounding this tree?” The boy next to you suddenly piped, turning to face you.

“Absolutely not.” You replied, certainty in your voice. “Why would an old tree have magical abilities? And how unsure do you have to feel about your relationship to actually kiss under this tree?”

You notice that Renjun started to fiddle with the lollipop stick, the candy on it long finished. Then he shuffled so that he was sitting cross legged, facing you.

“See, I’m probably one of those people who believe it because I’m unsure.”

Your heart dropped. Oh, he was in a relationship. That explains why he didn’t have girls all over him like Jeno and Jaemin had. But why did you feel disappointed? Surely it was because he had kept his girlfriend a secret from you.

“Oh, you have a girlfriend?” You didn’t mean for it to come out in the malicious way it did.

“Ah, no, I’m unsure about our relationship.”

Your eyes widened and you sat up from how you were leaning on the tree trunk. “Us?”

“Yeah, what are we? I would like to refer to us as friends but,” Renjun’s eyes darted to the lollipop stick in his hands. “My heart wants to refer us as a couple.”

Your heart fluttered. Heck, it wasn’t just fluttering, it was about to take off into the sky. Why was it acting like that?

“I didn’t set up under the wrong tree. I wanted to have enough courage to kiss you under the tree. I wanted us to be together forever. But it’s the end of the day and I still have yet to do it.” His voice was becoming smaller and smaller with each word, his face starting resemble a tomato by the end of his sentence.

Without thinking, you lifted his head and pressed your lips to his. You weren’t sure how to kiss properly but the way you had done it seemed right. Pulling away, you realized that his lips tasted faintly of the sugary treat he eaten earlier. Breaking into the familiar smile that you’ve grown so fond of, Renjun pulled you back into another sweet, sugary kiss.

You didn’t believe in the stupid rumor of the old cherry blossom tree in the school grounds, but this once, you were willing to think that it was real.

You were woken from your nap when a stray cherry blossom petal found it’s way into the warm, lazy classroom. Riding the spring wind for a small while before settling itself onto your cheek. Brushing the pink piece of flower away, you sat up in your seat and stretched before gazing out the window.

Spring had come early this year. Cherry blossoms were blooming much earlier than it had last year. Grey clouds were parting for the blue skies quicker than it had last year.

Arrival of the pink blooming trees were a reminder that you and Renjun’s one year anniversary was coming up.

Donghyuck had interrogated Renjun thoroughly when he found out you two were actually dating while Jeno and Jaemin both laughed at Renjun’s flustered answers. It had been smooth sailing ever since. The small disagreements you two had weren’t nearly enough to break you and the boy up.

Tearing your eyes away from the window, you rested your head on the palm of your hand, facing the rowdy boys next to you. The four of them had gotten along quite well for the past year as well. Renjun currently had Jeno and Jaemin in headlocks while Hyuck was edging your boyfriend on.

Letting out a content sigh, you looked down at your art piece you were about to submit as your graduation piece.

It was a painting of a couple sharing a sweet kiss, under a blooming cherry blossom tree, below a purple sky.

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justjen523 · 7 years ago

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Obsession

MC x Zyglavis x Scorpio

*Special 500 follower appreciation piece*

Rating M (18+)

This is a dark smut mini series, if you are the sensitive type and don’t like reading things that contain non consensual, violent, perverted or homosexual sex this piece is not for you. For my regulars, your dreams have come true! The threesome so many of you have dreamed of coming soon...

The door opened slowly, the light that poured in temporarily blinding me. Trying to block the brilliance with my hand extended, his wicked voice chuckled darkly.

“Hello sweetheart, missed me?” When his gorgeous perfect face came into view my heart leapt into my throat. I did miss him. He was all I ever thought about. The precise reason why I ended up in this situation in the first place.

Being obsessed with a god was considered one of the most serious of human sins and subsequently I was appropriately punished. Chained and locked away for all eternity in some dark cell somewhere deep underground within the Heaven’s. Now, I know what you’re thinking, how absolutely horrific right? Trust me, it is not nearly as bad as it sounds. The object of my obsession came by on a regular basis to visit and….uh….“play” with me. What did I possibly have to complain about? If anything this felt more like a reward than a punishment.

“Terribly, Minister.” His sinister smile did all sorts of naughty things to me. I now existed for one purpose and one purpose only. To be his “toy” and available for his pleasure whenever he required it. That fact breathed life into me.

“I am sorry I have not come by sooner, work has been exhaustive and requires much of my time. I’m afraid even today’s visit must remain brief.” There was no chance in hell I was just going to let him leave without at least a taste.

“Poor Minister, they don’t know how to treat you properly, but that’s okay. I do. I know exactly what you need. Come to me.” His tall slender form came over till he was towering above me.

“And just what is it that you believe I need?” He smirked gripping my chin before running his thumb over my lower lip.

“You need to relieve some of that pressure and tension Minister, and that’s what I exist for is it not? To please you?.”

“You are such an obedient and loyal little thing aren’t you?”

“But of course. Now, come. Let me help you.”

“Mm. You love my cock don’t you? You just love having it in that pretty mouth of yours.”

“I do. So much, please….may I? Let me taste you. Please? Pretty please?” His dark grin widened at my desperation and begging.

“Tsk Tsk. It’s true, look at you. You my dear are beyond redemption so I guess all that’s left for you is eternal atonement.”

“And will you continue to be the one to provide it?”

“You would love that wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, Minister. I have no purpose if I cannot please you.”

“Is that so?” I simply nodded as I stared up at him pleadingly. His sharp intelligent eyes caught the light in such a way that left me feeling hypnotized.

“I want….no….NEED to feel you Minister, taste you. Please, don’t leave me alone without at least a taste.” He laughed darkly cupping my cheek in his hand.

“Open your mouth.” As if he even had to ask. The familiar feel of his velvety skin as it slid into my mouth made me quiver with delight.

“Mmm..” Was all I could manage as I desperately pulled my lips and mouth along his shaft. His hand raked through my hair while my hands each firmly gripped the back of his thighs.

“Fuck. This little mouth of yours…..” As I glanced up a surge of wetness flooded me at the delicious expression he wore. Half lidded lustful eyes stared down at me as he lightly bit his lower lip.

“Yeah, that’s my good girl. Swallow my cock.” I whimpered desperate with desire hearing his sultry voice from above.

“You want my cum?” I nodded eagerly, my mouth never faltering in it’s current task.

“Down your throat or on your face?” In the end I didn’t need to actually give an answer. The pleading in my eyes told him everything he needed to know.

“I’m afraid I have more for you than usual this time beautiful, I recommend relaxing that jaw.” Drunk with lust I eagerly sucked as hard as I could, desperate to taste his seed. As my eyes fluttered close, it didn’t go unnoticed that another pair of eyes were spying on us in this precarious position. At first I felt a pit in my stomach at the thought till I realized just who those eyes belonged to. Zyglavis’ right hand, the Vice Minister, Scorpio. He must have followed the Minister here.

I debated whether I should inform the Minister of his presence before or after he blew his load. Obviously the selfish side of me chose the latter without hesitation. As my eyes flickered back to the slat in the door they met with his and to my surprise he didn’t look away. Instead he looked upon us with a curiosity I was all too familiar with. I had to be sure though, I couldn’t have anything interfering with the Minister’s visits.

He held my gaze as I sucked his boss off deliciously. There was definitely a fire burning there that surprised me. This particular god was nothing short of volatile if his behavior at my trial was anything to go off of. He detested humans and practically spat on me when I was taken into custody and brought to the transformation chamber. Lucky for him I was no longer human though I suppose for him I was now far worse.

Remaining a human would have prevented my eternal punishment the moment I died. Instead, they made me into something they considered a monster. They made me a demon. Something all gods considered an abomination and to kill on sight. Zyglavis took pity on me after I was stripped of my humanity and thrown helplessly into a dark cell forever chained and meant to be forgotten. He visited me to read me the decree made by the King of the Heaven’s as per his job required.

While his initial response was severe I had remained silent as tears fell. Such cruelty to turn my love for this god into a perverse joke. Demons were unable to love, the very thought a lethal poison. The only way to preserve my “feelings” were to turn them into lust and lust alone though at the time I didn’t know that. My love for the god in front of me had begun to rot my body away with such agony that the Minister of Punishments was unable to finish reading the decree. He took pity on me and helped me find a way to survive this eternal torment. Which is how I ended up his precious pet.

But alas, I digress. The smoldering eyes held prisoner by mine inspired me to pleasure the Minister to heights unknown. It turned me on so much that the god the Minister relied upon for all things work related was hungrily albeit jealously watching us. I wanted him to be jealous, I wanted him to be furious. More than anything, I wanted him to be horny and leave here unsatisfied. Welcome to my eternal hell you son of a bitch.

TBC

#star crossed myth #scm #scm scorpio #scm zyglavis #scorpio #zyglavis #scm smut

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Like a Mars Bar (J’onn J’onzz x Black!Reader)

(Another JJ x reader story, but this time - she’s a dark-skinned beauty! Hope you all like it!)

Damn, working with aliens and superheroes at the DEO was much more difficult than you had originally thought! Your friend Kara had turned out to be Supergirl (which didn’t surprise you but rather explained why you both looked freakishly alike), you had to get used to your younger brother James being around crime and helping to fight it and most importantly - your boss and crush, the badass Hank Henshaw was actually a damn alien named J’onn J’onzz. You were lucky enough to woo your way into his good graces, and even luckier to see what he truly looked like.

He actually was kinda cute in a sort of ethereal, science-y way: tall, muscled, green and he had a unique set of red eyes which you just adored. He wasn’t half-bad. His personality was pretty nice too. When he wasn’t masquerading as Hank Henshaw and giving order to DEO subordinates, you two were spending more and more time together. He told you simple things at first: His favorite color, “red - like the Martian sands”, his favorite food, “Oreos - the original ones, not the copies” and even his favorite kinds of movies, “I like sci-fy for some reason. The human attempt made to understand the deep recesses of science in order to mix it with fiction is fascinating to say the least.” But you two never made the motion needed to take your flourishing relationship to the next level. However, that soon changed.

It was on a hard day that everything became different for you and J’onn. You were a DEO agent, so you and a few others had been called to wait in a clearing and to meet up with Supergirl later. Kara had landed in the clearing along with him. He was in his true form, and he was carrying Alex, but he looked pissed for some reason. “Okay, I know he got away but we can still catch him if we follow my plan,” you heard Kara say. Ouch, baddies getting away? J’onn hates that. You watched J’onn quietly as he silently listened to Supergirl. His mouth was in a hard line. Oh yeah, he was pissed. But damn, he was sexy when he was pissed. Mm, look at this Martian with his sexy ass...lookin’ like a big, green delicious Mars bar. I’d like to see how he tastes.” You quickly looked in another direction when he spared a glance at yours. When you finally mustered up the courage to look at him, you saw this his attention was once again back on Supergirl like nothing had happened. You breathed a mental sigh of relief of that at least. Good thing he wasn’t a mind-reader.

Later, he, Kara and Alex had caught whichever bad guy who had been dumb enough to plague the city. Still, everything didn’t feel so resolved for you. The man who you were interested in still didn’t know that you were...well, interested. It was poetically cruel that was you wanted was so close, but felt so far, as if blocked by a hard, iron wall. It sucked even more, for the wall keeping you from your man was no wall at all, but rather - your own fear of being rejected. Of course, not many could blame you if they knew the truth. You had had a crush on a this cute white boy back in eleventh grade - Austin was his name. Handsome, blonde hair, blue eyes, Senior - he was everything a girl could want and did want at the school, and he knew it. However, unlike the other girls, you were actually dumb enough to confront him about how you felt. All the romantic movies and magazines that you had went though came back to bite you in the ass when Austin and everyone at lunch laughed you out of the cafeteria. You went home crying that day. Jamie, the ever-loving younger brother had offered to kick his ass, as he was pretty big for a freshman, but you declined. Even after all that he put you through, you still liked Austin and couldn’t bear to see him hurt. And due to your love, you let him and his friends torment you until graduation. You still have regrets about skipping prom because of him. So yeah - you had a fear of rejection. God, if only you could break it-

“Miss (Y/LN), please come into my office.” You were shaken out of your reverie to see the subject of your romantic stress a few feet away. “Y-yes...of course Mr. Henshaw.” You got up and swiftly followed J’onn to his office. Breathe bitch, stay calm. Breathe, stay calm. You kept your eyes down and clenched your shaking hands together. Keep your eyes down. Once you were inside, you stilled in front of his desk, though you didn’t sty from taking a spare glance at the office. No windows. Well, Martians must like privacy. “Thank you for coming, (Y/N).” “Such is the nature of my job J’onn. I had no choice.” “As long as I am near, you always have a choice.” You smiled and J’onn gave you a small grin of his own, “thank you.” “You are welcome, but that is not what I called you here to discuss,” J’onn said, his face once again turning serious. “Well...what did you want to talk about?” “Earlier today,” J’onn spoke, “at the clearing. You were radiating some thoughts that were of interest to me.” You eyes widened, “You...can read minds?” J’onn’s serene red eyes blinked and he answered, “Yes (Y/N)...since my powers came in when I was a little boy.” Your eyes teared up and you looked to the ground, no longer able to meet his eyes, “J’onn, I am so sorry. I promise I’ll quit if you-” Before you could continue, a long green finger hushed your lips, and then the hand that they belonged to gently lifted your face back up to its owner. J’onn, in all his Martian glory, stood there. “(Y/N),” he spoke, his voice now more ethereal than ever, “I am not angry or upset. I am rather overjoyed actually.”

...Well damn. “R-Really?” J’onn smiled, “Yes. These past few months, you have grown closer to me. Still, you seem to forget that I have the utmost pleasure of growing close to you. I feel an attraction to you for which I have never felt for another woman in a very long time. Every single time that you walk into the doors of this building, you capture me and my attention, and my am I glad to be your slave.” Your brown skin was probably bright red by the time he had finished, but alas, the Martian was not done with his tirade. J’onn slowly turned around and looked around his office, as if admiring it for the hundreth time. “I love the way you walk, and how your beautiful legs carry you in a glorious physical symphony. I adore how you talk and laugh, your voice like ringing silver bells on - what is it called? Ah yes, Christmas eve.” You briefly chuckled at his adorable misstep, and J’onn smiled. “I revere how you act, so perfect yet so humble. Every woman on this earth should envy your flawless grace. In short dear (Y/N), I want you. I want us.” “Why would you want me?” You asked. It was a fair question. Why would he want you? “Your perfection is not reason enough?” “What perfection J’onn?!” J’onn’s confused frown turned into a look of understanding. He knew the problem, but he allowed you to speak.

“I’m hideous, J’onn! Look at me! I’m dark, my hair is messy, my eyes are too big, my nose is too big, my stomach is too fat-” “Enough.” You eyes widened at how angry he sounded, and he looked just as pissed. “You are to never say those words again, do you understand me?” You nodded. “By the gods (Y/N), is that what you truly think of yourself? Because if so, you are sadly disillusioned.” You remained silent as J’onn walked closer to you. “You are the most beautiful woman not only on this planet, but in all the solar systems, galaxies and universes combined. You eyes are so deep that I could almost swim in them if physical boundaries prevented did not prevent me. You skin is so brown and beautiful that the sun itself smiles because it is lucky enough to be absorbed by your beautiful melanin. Your hair? So black and wild, it as if all the depths of the deep, dark space we live in have taken shape upon your perfect head. If you need any pep talks for your body, then you more than welcome to come to my apartment tonight. I will personally show you how much your stunning form deserves to be worshiped.” Your mouth dropped at what J’onn has just said. You could feel your eyes tearing up. J’onn frowned, “Did I offend you?” “No uh...just the opposite,” you responded, wiping your tears with a sniffle, “So...where do we go from here?” J’onn stepped as close as he could, it was closer than we had ever been.

“Let’s start here,” he said. J’onn gently grabbed your face in his large green hands and smashed his lips to yours. The moment your lips touched, it felt like someone had taken a thousand fireworks and smushed them to your lips. It was perfect. Soon, the kiss grew deeper and before you knew it - you and the man of your dreams were exchanging tongue. The kiss grew hotter, heated. J’onn broke from your lips with a happy breath and then pushed you into a soft lounge chair. Still, you didn’t care much if you were in a chair or in a bed, as the man you had held in very high esteem was unbuttoning your shirt. In a couple seconds, he had slipped it off of you and tossed it behind him. You didn’t care though as J’onn leaned over you and proceeded to kiss you some more.

Still, you couldn’t catch a break. Someone opened the door. “Hey J’onn Alex and I just wanted to let you know that we’ve got another case-” Kara gasped as J’onn swiftly got off of you, while you covered your black lace bra and hid it from her view. Kara, being the sweetheart that she was, had the decency to look away and shut here eyes. “Whoa, sorry to interrupt you two. Uh J’onn...Alex and I need you. There’s another case.” Dammit, you thought. “No matter, my love. We shall definitely finish this later.” “Wait. You can-” “Telepathy, darling...I shall explain later.” J’onn cleared his throat, turning back into Hank Henshaw, “Of course, Kara. I will be down in a moment.” Kara, still with closed eyes, gave an awkward thumbs up and closed the door. You and J’onn sighed in unison. “Dammit,” you huffed. J’onn smiled and leaned down, planting a kiss on your lips, “I promise, we will finish later. Let me go take care of this, and we can meet at my place later. Take a short break, and be down to join us when you’re ready. I will let you know if anything changes.” You nodded and J’onn planted one last kiss on you before walking out of the door. You sighed in both joy and impatience. Oh well, you thought, At least I got my Mars Bar.

(A/N: I know, I know - not the best, but I tried dammit! XD Seriously though, please comment or message me so I know how you guys like my work. If you do, it’ll motivate me to write more! Thanks for the support! And feel free to send me requests n’ stuff!)

#j'onn j'onzz x reader #martian manhunter #supergirl #cw #dc x reader #romance #martian #aww #i did my best #don't judge me #I tried dammit!#really tho #dc #dc comics

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