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untaemedqueen · 4 years ago

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Third Wheeling

CEO!Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Strangers to Lovers!AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Chapter 29.

Warnings (Updating Still): Smut, Cheating, Unexpected Pregnancy, Unfaithful, Emotional Damage, Love

Warnings For This Chapter: Pre-Wedding Jitters, Dirty Talk, Daddy Kink, Fingering, Praise, Lactation Kink, Milk Drinking, Pregnancy Kink, Wife Kink, Glazed Donut!OC

A/N: Today’s chapter is late because I’ve been busy playing New Pokemon Snap... sry. Shout out to @xjoonchildx, @ladyartemesia and @ppersonna because I’d be lost without them.

There are undoubtedly many events in life that make a person nervous -- your first day of high school and college, your first kiss, your first sexual experience, and for some even your first phone call you give to your doctor when you're no longer under your parents protection. But no one -- not a single person, told you how nervous your wedding day is.

Maybe it's the amount of people that are attending. Two hundred is no small number.

Or maybe it's the fact that with your belly sticking out so far you can barely see your feet makes you feel like you'll be judged.

Whatever it is, the feeling fucking sucks.

You've seen so many movies where the woman who is getting married is all laughs and smiles, giving cheers to anyone and everyone because it's her wedding day. But now, you can officially say it's bullshit.

The best part is, it isn't even today, it's tomorrow and you still are frightened to the bone at the thought.

"-And I mean, yeah. Fine. We chose the taupe napkins but who the fuck is Aubrey to say anything, y'know? Like she knows her colors… Evil witch. I swear I don't know how she passed kindergarten!"

Leena's rant drifts through your ears like a soft breeze. You haven't been paying attention for a while, if you're being honest.

"Y/N? Are you listening to me?!" Leena gawks, grabbing her glass of champagne from Taehyung's hand.

Again, you're caught up in your own mind. You play every scenario of how tomorrow will be and they all seem to be terrible ideas.

What if you trip walking down the aisle?

What if your heel snaps on the way up?

What if your water breaks in front of two hundred people?

What if-

A small square of balsamic bruschetta appears in front of your face and your eyes narrow at the piece of bread.

You feel your soon-to-be husband's fingers pushing back some stray hairs behind your ear. "Food for thought?" he quips happily.

He has not had a frown on his face in what seems like forever. You adore it, you really do. But how can he not be nervous? Your heart is practically thrumming out of your chest.

"Open," he whispers.

Reluctantly, you open your mouth for the appetizer. When he leans in, you look back down at your lap.

"I can see your heart racing through the artery in your neck," he murmurs against your ear.

His hand squeezes your knee under the table reassuringly as he pulls away.

Yoongi wants to pry, he wants to ask you what's got you so in your own head but there are a few too many people here for that.

"Noona, you're an amazing cook." Jeongguk whines, grabbing another piece of steak off the platter.

"You're actually disgusting." Jimin breathes, wrinkling his nose at the youngest's third steak.

"I need my meat, that's how I win in the ring. Gets me all big and strong." Guk beams, cutting into the large t-bone.

"That's what she said!" Hoseok and Taehyung chirp at the same time.

You watch as they high five each other with child-like smiles plastered onto their faces.

"Are you tired? Do you want to call it a night?" your fiance inquires softly, turning his whole body towards you so the rest of the room can't hear him.

You would never want to take away from the festivities. It's just that your stupid anxiety is overwhelming. Looking over at your handsome partner, your fingers intertwine with his. He's quick to kiss the back of your hand, searching your eyes for some sort of hint as to why you're so down.

"No. I'm fine. I'm sorry." you reply, giving him a small smile.

His eyes narrow at your smile and he takes a sharp breath through his teeth in confusion.

"Al...right, if you say so." he says unsurely, running your intertwined hands over your belly.

"Y/N!" Leena whines from across the table and this time you give her your full attention.

You need to try and push this anxiousness elsewhere even for a little while. You will not be a horrible host.

"Yes Beena," you inquire, leaning your chin on your hand.

"Did you hear me? Did you hear what Kim Aubrey said about my wedding planning skills?!" she screeches.

You can only snort as all eyes around the table land on you. "I don't know why you indulge her. Isn't she the one that shit her pants in chemistry when she was fifteen?"

Yoongi laughs loudly, throwing his head back and placing his hand on his chest.

"Actually yeah, she sat two rows behind me!" Namjoon chimes in with wide eyes. His nose wrinkles at the sudden memory and you don't blame him as he pushes his plate away in a sudden state of queasiness.

"So I don't suck at wedding planning?" your best friend pouts across the long table to you.

"Absolutely not." you insist, winking at her.

"This wedding is going to be the biggest event of the entire year. Maybe even the biggest event of the next ten years." Anna, Jimin's wife cheers.

Oh.

Good.

Love that.

"Well, I think we just want people to have a good time. We aren't worried about what impact it will have." Yoongi says quickly, caressing his thumb over the back of your hand to calm you down.

He's not dumb. He's figured it out by now, but he'll still want to hear it from your lips later on.

"Yeah right. 'Min Yoongi and his artistically talented fiance WOW people with their show stopping matrimony' is gonna be on the cover of Dispatch in two days." Hoseok murmurs.

"Oh yeah? And you're gonna be the one giving them the hot scoop, then?" Namjoon jeers, pointing his index finger over the lip of his glass of brandy at the handsome man.

Hobi sneers in his direction and Yoongi can only respond with a chuckle.

"My fiance is pretty show stopping." the CEO surmises, leaning back in his chair.

"Please. I'm eating. Christ." Leena groans through a mouthful of pasta.

It is nice to have so many close friends around tonight though. You hope it can distract you long enough for the nervousness brewing and bubbling inside of you to subside.

When conversations begin to break up and become between smaller groups of people, you can feel his eyes on you like a heat source.

"Little dove?" Yoongi coos softly, rubbing your distended side.

You hum to him, turning to give him your full attention.

"Tomorrow is going to be beautiful and perfect." he promises, tilting your chin up with his index finger.

"No, I know. I'm just-"

"Worried." he finishes for you and he's not surprised to see your reluctant nod of agreement.

"I know. I'm nervous too." he admits, kissing your cheek.

"You've already gotten married before," you scoff, allowing his arm to curl around your shoulders.

"Actually I was black out drunk and can't remember a single thing because I was venomously angry with the dumb bitch that ruined my life before you." he replies with a wide smile.

"Oh. Good." you reply, rolling your eyes at his playfulness.

"So this is my first real wedding too. And even though I'm nervous, I'm excited. Because then when the wedding is over and we get to our honeymoon-"

"Uh uh." you gasp, smushing your finger to his lips.

He pouts against your finger, kissing it softly. "What?" he garbles against your digit.

"We have company." you whisper fiercely.

"Didn't stop you a few days ago when you sucked my cock beneath the desk upstairs while I was on a video meeting." he deadpans, pulling your hand away from his face.

"Yoongi!" you gasp, glancing over the table who hasn't heard a single thing.

You'd like to keep it that way.

"I can't wait to fuck your little pregnant cunt as you're Mrs. Min Yoongi." he beams, kissing your temple.

You can feel your cheeks flushing with embarrassment and you can only blame the man beside you for that one.

When you smack his chest out of shame, the noise echoes throughout the room, earning attention from all of the guests.

"Abuse is not nice, Y/N. Do you want to file a lawsuit, Yoongi?" Yoona quips, sticking her tongue out at you.

The CEO chuckles, squeezing your shoulder with glee. "No, she couldn't handle my lawyers." he bubbles.

"Oh yeah, you know you aren't supposed to sleep with each other tonight, right?" Leena inquires, moving her fork between the both of you.

The cackle Yoongi gives is loud and absurd, much like your best friend's comment. "I can't do anything to her she doesn't have proof of." he banters, pointing at your large belly.

Leena scoffs, pointing down at her plate. "Again. Eating. Gross." she enunciates, pouring herself another glass of expensive champagne.

Jimin's laugh rings throughout the dining room and Yoongi knows that he's the only person who could truly understand him in that moment.

"Why do people do that dumb tradition anyway?" Jeongguk asks, finally finishing his food.

"It actually comes from arranged marriages. When people didn't know who they were marrying." Yoona informs him.

"Fuck that luck shit. That's the saying, isn't it? 'It's bad luck to see the bride' or something like that." Hoseok breathes.

"I think I'm lucky," Yoongi, Namjoon and Jimin reply all at once.

Your best friend takes the opportunity to sneer at her boyfriend and you can't help but giggle at his hopeless expression. "You know I love you, baby." Taehyung coos, sliding his arm over her shoulders.

"Mhm." she drolls, rolling her eyes when both of you look at one another.

"What's for dessert?" Jeongguk asks pleasantly, tying his long black hair up into a ponytail.

"Are you serious? You're not full?" Namjoon gawks at the boxer.

"I was saving room for dessert!" he beams, looking over at you expectantly.

Jeongguk is sweet, sweeter than most younger men you've ever met. He feels something akin to a little brother to you at this point and it's wonderful to see that even if you're rich you can still have manners.

"I made just a simple cobbler, since the wedding cake tomorrow is going to be super heavy and rich." you announce.

Yoongi shoves his chair back, holding out his hand to help you up like the gentleman he is.

He watches you carefully sprinkle powdered sugar atop the dessert with warm eyes.

You don't know how difficult it's going to be walking up that aisle tomorrow, but you do know that your ankles are going to be on fire. They already are.

He picks up the ceramic dish for you, nodding to the chair for you to sit back down and your heart warms for what feels like the billionth time today.

He's such a special person.

"Yoongi is really cool these days, huh?" Jimin jeers, elbowing your fiance when he steps between him and Jeongguk to place the dessert onto the table.

"I've always been cool," he counters, nudging the younger man back

"Well…" Jeongguk and Taehyung droll at the same time.

"Whatever," the CEO breathes, rolling his eyes.

Your giggle seems to light up the room as well as Yoongi's heart. Slamming down in his chair beside you, he can't help the glee that courses through him.

He can't wait for tomorrow.

Climbing into bed, you let the mattress mold to your body and it feels like heaven to be finally laying down, your body certainly thanks you for it.

Yoongi leans against the wall, watching as you sigh happily. "I can just come to bed y'know? I don't need to stay up and hang out." he offers, padding towards you.

"No, that wouldn't be fair. It's your bachelor party. You should be able to play poker and drink." you reply, cupping your stomach.

His eyes drift over you and you can see how soft his expression is in the dim lighting. "You got out of your bachelorette party," he adds, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"I have a reason. I'm pregnant." you deadpan, lifting your head to look at him.

"With my baby," he coos, stretching up the bed to lay down beside you.

"Don't get comfy." you warn him, running your fingers over his clothed chest.

"I'm not, I'll just stay until you fall asleep." he promises, kissing your forehead.

His hand drifts over your stomach and the tiny kick he feels makes his heart beat faster. "Hey, kid. How you doin' in there?" he whispers, running his thumb over the spot his son just hit.

You hum gently, letting your eyes flutter closed.

"I'm so tired but I'm so nervous." you announce in the quiet room.

Your fiance looks away from your belly to look over at you. "It's okay to be nervous, but don't let it supersede your happiness for tomorrow either."

You nod gently, wrapping your arms around his neck. "I just have so many scenarios going through my head."

"And none of them are nice, I'm sure." he replies, booping your nose with his index finger.

Scoffing in agreement, you bury your face into his sweet smelling neck.

"I can make you cum, it might make you sleepy," he offers.

"I can't return the favor though, I'm too tired. It'll be unfair," you whine.

When he clicks his teeth, you only hold him tighter to your body.

"I don't need you to 'return the favor' when you love someone as much as I love you, you'd do anything to see them comfortable." he replies, kissing the top of your head.

"They're waiting for you downstairs." you remind him.

"Let them wait. You come first," he breathes, running the tips of his fingers over your soft inner thighs.

You whine in disagreement but your body betrays you naturally. Your legs spread wider and your breath hitches, your lips softly suckle on the thin skin of his neck waiting patiently for what he will do next.

"Your skin is so soft," he whispers, tugging the seat of your panties to the side.

He pulls away from you just far enough to be able to see how well he pleases you and he's already aroused at the sight.

Your eyes are low with lust, bottom lip clamped between your teeth. Your nipples are stiff peaks, straining against the grey silk nightgown you adorn. He can see the grey fabric becoming darker with each passing second as you bead milk.

"God," he groans, parting your lower lips.

"Tomorrow when we fly to Japan, I'm gonna fuck you in every way you could possibly think of." he promises, running his middle finger through your arousal.

"H-How?" you inquire curiously, gasping when he taps the pad of his finger to your clit.

His lips part and his teeth clamp down on one of the cups of your nightgown before pulling down harshly.

You whimper at the chilly air that glides over your now exposed skin.

He lays soft, hot opened mouthed kisses to your nipple, watching your eyebrows furrow in pleasure.

"How am I going to fuck you?" he prods.

You nod fervently, capturing your index finger between your teeth.

"Well," he begins, drawing smooth, slow circles to your swelling clit, "I'll start on the red eye. I'll take you back to the bedroom and take off that pretty wedding dress you'll be wearing just for me."

"Daddy," you whimper, spreading your legs wider for more.

He hums in agreement, pulling off your underwear to free you completely before him.

"I'm gonna make sure the whole crew of my plane knows you're getting fucked by your husband. Gonna have you screaming my name while I fuck your tight little pussy with my thick cock." he avows, kissing over your shoulder.

His words send shivers up your spine and your toes curl with excitement.

"Fuck," you whimper, grinding your hips down onto his hand.

"Gonna hold your big belly in my hands while I fuck you from behind. Let your milk drip all over the sheets of the bed on the plane. You're gonna beg me to go harder, to fill your dirty pregnant cunt full of my cum. I'm gonna make you feel so good, you aren't even going to care that everyone can hear you calling me daddy."

Shoving two fingers inside of you, he skillfully taps the soft patch of nerves within you and your brain is already firing on all cylinders to cum for him. His thumb begins to press harder circles into your clit and when you cup your belly, his eyes roll back at the sight.

"Gonna get you to the secluded hotel and fuck you out on the balcony, in the bath tub, on the bed, anywhere I can get my hands on you. Because I need you wrapped around me. Always." he murmurs into your ear.

"Shit!" you cry out, letting your head loll back to the pillow.

"Good girl, little dove." he praises, unbuttoning his pants for relief.

The head of his cock peeks out from the lip of his briefs and you whimper at the pearl of precum that beads at the tip.

"You're so beautiful," he breathes, kissing from your collarbone to your pert nipple.

When he suckles softly, your hips lift at the erotocism. He moans at the taste of your milk and his hand ghosts over his hard cock.

"Daddy," you cry out, starting to shake from the overwhelming pleasure.

Sitting up on his knees, he shoves his pants down further. He parts your legs wider and he doesn't seem to care that all of his friends are waiting patiently for him downstairs.

His cock ruts between your folds and you're ever so close to cumming with every swipe the head of his cock brushes against your clit.

"So warm," he murmurs, purchasing his bottom lip between his teeth.

Your moans begin to get louder and he knows you're so close to releasing your pleasure.

"That's it baby, you're so close." Yoongi notices, running his hands over your stomach.

"O-Oh my God!" you cry out, grabbing his hands over your belly.

"I know, little dove. Feels good, huh?" he coos.

You're so obscenely wet, that even without him being inside you he's finding himself close to his own end.

It's just you in general, you overstimulate him in ways he can barely understand.

"Daddy, I'm gonna cum." you bleat, gripping his hands harder.

"Cum for me, little dove. I want to see your pretty face when you cum for me." he begs, rutting his hips harder against your core.

You do as told, cumming for him with white spotted eyes and loud sobs of pleasure.

"Good girl," he praises, pulling away from your weeping pussy.

He fists his cock in hand, dragging the swollen, leaking tip over your belly. "Such a pretty woman I have beneath me. Fuck," he curses, jerking his hand faster.

Even as tiredness begins to shroud you, you want him to orgasm too. "Daddy, cum all over my belly. Want to feel your warm cum."

He takes a sharp breath between his teeth, his eyes snapping to yours.

When you palm your breasts, his eyes immediately falter to them. You pinch your nipples purposefully, earning droplets of milk that stream slowly over your digits.

"Oh fuck!" he gasps loudly, pushing his hair out of his eyes.

"Want your cum so badly," you whimper, looking up at him with doe-like eyes.

"Yeah? You want me to cum all over your belly?" he prods, feeling his balls tightening.

You nod fervently, leaving your breasts to rub circles to your distended skin.

"Fuck!" he curses, squeezing his eyes shut as his orgasm courses through him. His cock throbs and stutters in his hand and you hum with satisfaction when you feel his warm cum land on your belly.

"God, you're too sexy for your own good." the father of your child jeers, sitting back on the heels of his feet.

You find yourself giving a tired giggle and your eyelids slowly begin to shield your eyes from view.

"Good girl." he whispers softly, hopping off the bed to clean your stomach.

When he comes back with a wet towel, he can see that you're already fast asleep. He's happy knowing that you'll be able to sleep even if it's only for a few hours.

He can understand your worries and your fears but he wants you to be able to enjoy your wedding too.

Kissing your forehead as he cleans your belly, he sighs softly. "My wife," he breathes, closing his eyes.

"I'll be back later, my love." he promises, tossing the rag back into the bathroom.

Yoongi covers your naked body with the comforter and his heart is thudding in the recesses of his chest with joy.

Just a few more hours and you'll be legally his.

"Remind me why we're playing poker the night before your wedding instead of going out?" Taehyung asks, throwing chips into the center of the green felted table.

"Because there's no pregnant strippers around these parts," Jimin jeers, picking up his beer.

Yoongi sneers at the younger man beside him, elbowing him almost out of embarrassment.

"What? If I could go see a pregnant strip show, believe me, I would."

"We know." everyone replies, rolling their eyes.

"Last time you had a bachelor party, man, that shit was fun." the hotel CEO recalls.

"You had fun." Yoongi reminds him, ashing his cigar.

"Also, aren't you completely smitten with Leena anyway? You want her to have your baby." Namjoon prods, placing his cards down on the table.

Taehyung smirks at his comment, leaning back into his chair and slinging his arm over the lip. "Oh, I'm very happy. She's everything I could possibly want." he affirms, smiling to himself.

"Then why do you want to go to a strip club?" Hoseok adds, throwing chips onto the table.

"Because I like tits. Jesus Christ, just crucify me why don't you!" Tae replies appalled.

Yoongi snorts loudly, clamping his teeth down on his cigar.

He wonders if you're okay, if you've woken up in the past few hours due to his son being so active.

His fingers flex uncomfortably and he's still surprised how much his life has changed in such a small amount of time. He's gone from being a violent, sadistic, narcissistic asshole to being a needy, loving and adoring man. And that's all thanks to you.

You've completely changed the pattern of his DNA and he could never appreciate you as much as you deserve.

"You excited for tomorrow, hyung?" Guk's voice pulls him from his thoughts and he smirks at the younger man.

"Very excited but very nervous." he admits to his group of friends.

"I remember the night of his other wedding. He was so fucking drunk he could barely stand up on his own." Jimin recalls with a laugh.

"I had to hold him up with my shoulder from behind so he didn’t fall backwards." Namjoon adds with a sharp laugh.

Yoongi smirks to himself, looking down at his pocket which holds his wallet. "Well, I'm just glad we don't have to have a repeat of that horrible day again."

"You got lucky dude, not many people find their soulmate when they were an asshole like you were." Hoseok says, pointing at the Kisung CEO.

His sneer is terrifying but probably only to himself as the other men laugh at Hobi's words.

"Y/N completely made him do a 180." Joon concurs.

"I like Y/N noona a lot. She fits in well and she's always optimistic and sweet. We needed someone like her in our lives." Guk beams and your soon-to-be husband seems to glow in their praise.

He loves hearing his friends talk so highly of you. He loves knowing that you're loved for being yourself, especially because you don't know it very often.

He can remember when he first met you, in the back of Seokjin's club. You were sweet and kind but a smart ass and cheeky at the same time. You intrigued him on so many levels and he can remember how badly he wanted to destroy you. But he never would have expected to fall in love with you as earnestly as he has.

And he wouldn't change it for anything in the universe.

"Leena has been putting in so much work for this wedding, you would think it's hers." Taehyung laughs, pulling Yoongi out of his reverie.

"And when are you getting married to her then?" the Kisung CEO inquires, ashing his cigar.

The question seems to stupify the handsome hotel owner, he stutters and shifts awkwardly in his seat trying to reply to the sudden question.

"Jesus, you broke him!" Jimin laughs, clapping his best friend on the back.

Taehyung's cheeks burn bright red and his hand immediately cups the back of his neck out of embarrassment. "I mean I bought a ring. I just haven't thought of anything romantic to y'know… ask her."

Beer goes flying out of Jimin's mouth and the sneer Yoongi gives makes him want to die on the spot.

"Jimin. You're paying for the new felt, you fucking animal." Yoongi gripes, watching Namjoon and Hoseok heartily laugh at the younger man.

"That'll be great! Leena noona is really nice!" Jeongguk cheers, hugging Taehyung happily.

"Thanks…" Tae breathes embarrassed.

Yoongi winks at him and he isn't surprised in the slightest, he knows just how smitten the man is with your best friend.

"Yoongi?"

The voice is gentle and tired. In an instant he's burning out his cigar and waving the smoke away.

"Yeah, baby?" he calls to you, disregarding the others in the library.

"Just checking to see if you were all still here," you murmur, stepping into the library doorway.

You're beautiful in the dim glow of the library's lights and the smile that spreads over his face is heart shatteringly perfect.

"Still here." he beams, padding over to you.

"Okay." you bleat, rubbing your sleep hooded eyes.

"What're you doing up, my dove? You must be so tired." he inquires, pushing hair back behind your ear.

"I'm thirsty. Wanted water." you chirp, pressing your forehead into his chest.

"Okay. Get your water and I'll be up in a few minutes. Alright?" he promises, tipping your chin up with his index finger.

You hum in agreement, starting to yawn.

He chuckles at your sleepy state, kissing your forehead. He pats your backside for good measure before turning to his friends that are seated around the poker table.

"I think it's time to get some rest before the big day tomorrow."

The guys hum in agreement, tossing down their cards and standing up.

"Tomorrow's gonna be great, man. I'm really happy for you." Joon whispers, patting his shoulder as he heads out first.

Yoongi can only agree with a wide smile.

Tomorrow is the start to the rest of his life. And it's perfect, just like you.

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kodzuken-chan · 4 years ago

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Hi can I request Sanji s/o comforting him during the whole cake island please

A/N: Hello~!! And yess this adorable things needs comfort, especially during WCI🥺💕

I made them as Headcanon short Scenario~^^

I hope this is what you want, Please Enjoy

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Sanji with a S/O comforting him during Whole Cake Island

You got spreated from Luffy and Nami by the time you reached the Promised meeting point in the Whole Cake island

And somehow you ended up in Big mom's palace before everyone who got lost in Brulie's Forest..

So instead of wasting time waiting for Luffy to reach the palace, why don't you start looking for your beloved cook?

After all, you haven't seen him ever since the time you spreated in Dressorosa, only to be told by Nami that he left to solve some issues regarding the arranged marriage when you reached Zou

Sometimes during your searching, you saw Luffy meeting Sanji, but only getting humiliated and beated by your beloved

Your heart clenched, in the beginning you blamed him, How can he do that to his Captain?, how can he leave you for an arranged marriage, didn't he say he loved you?

It was right, you were so loyal to Luffy, because at a point of time, he saved your life and accepted you as a part of his family.

What Sanji did to Luffy was something horrible and unforgivable, however, you didn't want to be selfish, you want to hear his explanation and reasons first, then you can judge or blame him as you please.

After searching here and there, finally, during that rainy day, walking secretly between the bushes, you spotted him

He was walking towards a certain room's window, carrying a bouquet of flowers and a straw basket

In an attempt to show up infront of him, you stopped last minute shocked as hell

You were close enough to hear the conversation held inside the room and yes it was Pudding and Sanji's older sister Reiju

You saw Pudding's real image and personality, and how she insulted Sanji addressing him as a failure making him look like Fool

Now everything was clear to you, They tricked Sanji, and all of you, but you acknowledged one important thing

Which was that he fought Luffy to save all of you, he wanted to sacrifice himself, because he always thought of himself as a someone unworthy, and of course, little he knew that you came along as well

However, You will never forget Sanji's shocked face as he heard her, you heart stinged at his sight

The more she she kept humiliating him, the more you wanted to go inside there and chock her to death, but you endured it until..

You saw Sanji's eyes, the tears were falling along with the rain drops, the flowers bouquet was on the floor now, he stood there for sometime, and left with a darkend expression

You followed him, of course this was the first time that you see this side of Sanji, so, you couldn't help but follow him to his room secretly, worried.

Once he sat next to the window, you approched him, calling his name a with a soft tone, " Sanji....."

The color drained from his face as soon as he saw you, why were you here?, you're not supposed to be here no!

Without saying anything else you closed the distance pulling him to your embrace and stroked his blonde locks

" Sanji.... sweetheart.... I don't know what exactly have happened.... and what have you been through all of this time but please..." You said now cupping his cheeks and caressing them with your thumbs

" Please, you are no failure, don't you ever believe anyone who says that to you, you are perfect the way your are, you're kind, sweet, and..if i listed all of the uncountable good things about you, I won't be able to finish, just remember that we are here for you, we came here to bring you back, even if this will risk our lives, believe in Luffy...and rely on us...I'm sure that everything will be alright, we believe in you, if you think that you're unworthy, then you're wrong, you're more than perfection, to all of us...I promise.." you ended your speech with a kiss on his forehead

But this man felt so warm and tocuhed at your words, that his tears were streaming like waterfalls as he looked at you.

You leaned once again and kissed his lips, he closed his eyes, and then you pulled him to your embrace giving him the opportunity to let it all out.

Once he calmed down, he holded your hands, " A-aren't you mad at me? I left without saying anything...and... I'm about to marry another girl..." He suttered nervously

" To be honest with you i was at the beginning, and i was so disappointed, but Now i understood everything, and I came here just for you, you're mine and I'm not giving up on you easily even if it means my death"

Now he was the one to pull you to his chest, your face was snuggled in the crook of his neck, Ah.. when was the last time you were able to inhale his scent, you wished to stay like this forever, in his warmth, the feelings made your eyes tear up however,

You kept them inside for Sanji, he's fatigue and fragile now like a thin glass, and you have to stay strong to protect him from getting broken, so he can overcome this and come back to you safely.

Ever since that moment, Sanji decided to trust and rely on his Captain and crew without being afraid of losing someone he cares for, to help get out of this misfortune, and it was all thanks to you, his most caring and loveable significant other (Y/N).

The End

#one piece #one piece strawhats #one piece x reader #one piece scenarios #one piece imagine #sanji #sanji x reader #sanji scenario #sanji imagine

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lifenodaijobu · 4 years ago

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Just a little list of my soft Draco obsession

For @vemodalensx

Theres a few here but I’ve left some out since the list was getting a bit long. I might make another list with more.

The list separated between cute Draco and vulnerable Draco just so you can choose whether or not you want a bit of sadness with your softness ^3^

Oh and ofc it goes without saying that the whole list is Bottom Draco hehe

Cute Soft Draco

Flower Crowns (2.4k words)

It started with a single flower 🥀 Draco makes flower crowns for Harry and that is how the whole school finds out about them. A happy dose of Harry with flowers in his hair, and a smitten Draco.

Dreaming of you (21k words)

Harry has nightmares, he wishes for a night when he can sleep without nightmares. What happens when he starts dreaming of Draco Malfoy? Draco left the wizarding world after the war, he's a librarian and lives peacefully in muggle London, what happens when Harry fucking Potter shows up at his work place?

Honey (

Harry is sick of Draco's oh-so-adorable endearments.

The Care and Management of Volatile Veelas

Harry adopts a Veela. He really didn’t mean to.

Quidditch Wife (Part 2)

Theres no real summary for this except for It's got all my favourite guilty pleasures, like protective!Harry and vulnerable!Draco, with a side of jealous!Harry and SportyQuidditch!Harry (and I think the top!Harry rather goes without saying).

All our pieces....fall right into places series

The first story: Draco had had a crush for a while and now that he had Harry in his bed...He was everything that Draco needed.

Trick or Treat

Harry had no idea that he was such a fetishist - a fact which he discovers on Halloween.

Pretty

Harry finds a pair of stockings in the back of their dresser.

The Sweater

After being forced to room together in 8th year, Draco and Harry become friends and decide to continue their living arrangements post Hogwarts. The only problem is, Draco can't seem to stop stealing Harry's clothes.

1095 Roses for a life time

Being woken up by the lips of your boyfriend is always a nice surprise, especially on the morning of yours third anniversary of dating, which leads to hot and passionate morning activity. But all this is just to indulge in themselves, Harry's surprise includes roses and a promise for a lifetime. Will they be the right choice?

Get your kinks out

Harry plays seeker for the Magpies, and he discovers that one of his teammates secretly wears lace panties. What begins as a sexual relationship becomes increasingly complicated by Harry’s fame, Draco’s family, and Harry’s ambivalent feelings about dominating Draco.

Can’t say no

Draco really has the worst friends. When they put a spell on him that he has to say no to everything Harry says.....things don't turn out well.

That time when Harry proposes and gets turned down because of his horrible friends.

What Draco wants

Out of anything a petty fight with Harry Potter could have led to, Draco Malfoy least expected it to end with him bent over a table, questioning his relationship and feelings for Potter, and having the best sex of his life.

Criminal

Things were going just fine for Draco Malfoy. He successfully conned and counted cards across Europe and America, amassing a small fortune, along with a lengthy rap sheet. That was until he made the grave mistake of returning to England for a high stakes card game and got himself caught – by Harry Potter no less. Now, Draco is stuck in England under Auror Potter’s guard with no friends, no distractions, and no escape. How the hell will he pass the time? And since when did Potter get so bloody fit?

Things Change

Harry and Draco's friends notice something different about them when they fight. See what they find out when they walk down an empty hallway.

Whats a little veritasium between two sworn enemies?

Draco Malfoy has a nasty habit of always coming across such bad luck no matter where circumstance presents itself and unfortunately that doesn't seem to change when his bloody nemesis Harry Potter over hears him talking about Veritaserum potions in the hallways past curfew. ( It was Pansy fault really)

Harry wants to know what the Slytherin boy is up to, especially with how nervous Malfoy is, but is that ALL Harry wants to know?

Mr Right Now - side note: Cedric/Draco

What do you do when you're feeling down about your ex? Make him jealous! Story features Cedric Diggory and Draco Malfoy trying to win back their loves, but somehow end up falling into each other's arms

For the love a kitten

With Voldemort Dead, life is not easy for Harry as Old friends become enemies and old enemies become friend. With the return of three Slytherins, Harry life is turned upside down.

How to prepare for a wedding night

I have a neighbour. He is stuck in a loveless relationship and an arranged marriage. He has zero experience in bed. He needs my help so that his love life won't suck for the next few decades. He needs a sex teacher. Oh... and the neighbour happens to be Draco freaking Malfoy. And I might be a little tiny bit in love with the git...

Draco's Scent

In which Harry can't be around Draco for long without the boy's stupid smell messing with his mind, and he really, really hates that.

Turn The Heat Up

Wonky Cooling Charms result in interesting revelations

Flirt

Draco and Hermione make a devastating duo at the Ministry as the respective Department Heads of Wizarding Culture Preservation and Muggle Relations. When Harry Potter gets involved in their latest joint project, Draco can’t seem to stop himself from constantly flirting with him even when it doesn’t seem to affect the golden boy at all. He’s wrong. Harry is most definitely affected. Includes Slytherin shenanigans, Draco sucking at quidditch, and Harry trying not to be charmed. Draco POV.

Angsty/Vulnerable Soft Draco

The Draco Malfoy incident - side note: I cried big time

Draco Malfoy is best friends with a Hufflepuff. A HUFFLEPUFF! He's also partnered with a redhead git, trying to hide from an obsessive green-eyed saviour and has become overly fond with sunrises. It's exhausting. Can't a man plan an assassination in peace around here?

I’m not in your dreams

Draco has dreamt with Harry's voice since he was fourteen, so there's no doubt for him about who his soulmate is. Now, in their Eighth Year, Harry has finally dreamt with his soulmate's voice too. The problem is that Draco was born mute.

Yours for the taking

Draco was raised to be the perfect Omega, but there are things even he cannot endure. When he discovers just what Tom Riddle's plans for him are once he's claimed him he is confronted with an impossible decision. Only one thing remains clear: he will never be able to go back home.

Luckily, Harry Potter is there to save the day

Rough on you - side note: Dark Harry. This is more vulnerable Draco than soft Draco so please read the tags before you start the story :) I was unsure whether I wanted to add this here but hey-ho

"I'm the only one that can give you want you really want." Harry spun Draco around and held his arms at his side and he pressed against his back, whispering against his throat. "That can force you, that can humiliate you… that can hurt you, and you want it. You want me."

Harry is having a bad day. Draco just cannot learn to keep his mouth shut. Neither of them would have predicted it would lead to this.

But who guards the dragon?

This is an expansion of my one-shot, It'll be Okay. You don't have to read it first, it will be in the story. Requested. DMHP Sub/Dom relationship. Slash. Don't like, don't read. Harry thinks a few thinks through, then comes into his creature inheritance. He finds out that he is the dominant mate to one Draco Malfoy. But things are never easy for the boy who lived

Taken For Granted

Having pined for Harry for long enough, Draco decided that it was time to give up and move on. What happens when Harry realizes too late what he's lost?

Mourning

Harry returns to school to complete his NEWTs. There he finds a much changed Draco Malfoy and surprisingly subdued Professor Snape.

In your arms, rests my world

Harry presses his mouth to Malfoy's forehead; he wants to tell him that he’ll never leave, that he wouldn’t dream of it.

“You make me feel safe, Potter” Malfoy whispers. “You keep me safe.”

Inside your mind

Goyle's taken it upon himself to act as Malfoy's personal, one-man guard and Harry can't help but feel like it's only making the bullying worse.

"I'll Protect You," and you can seal that with an Unbreakable Vow

His friends may tease but Harry doesn't feel bad for keeping a close eye on the Slytherin boy of one Draco Malfoy, after all someone has to do it. So when Harry secretly follows the pure-blood boy out past the courtyard, there's nothing strange or unusual about it; nor is it wrong.

Unfortunately the same can not be said for the scenario Harry accidentally stumbles upon as he can't help but stare in horror. It's not just wrong. It's absolutely despicable and Harry, well, Harry just has to do something about it.

A Big Black Sky

Draco shifts his head as he turns to look at Scorpius, his cheek touching the pillow. "Did you know that…" He pauses, his throat convulsing, and it sounds audible in the silence, besides Michael's steady, even breathing from the other bedroom.

Scorpius is staring back at him, in wait of something new to learn, a beautiful and intelligent child. He has Draco's mind. He has Draco's eyes and nose and mouth and hair. He is his. All his. All he has of Michael are his wild curls and the green of his eyes, and sometimes he looks into them and imagines that they aren't Michael's, but someone else's.

Draco leans his head closer, biting the quiver out of his lips before he breathes a laden and shuddering exhale, and he whispers, "You are my star in a big black sky."

Song To Say Goodbye

Draco should have remembered that life doesn’t always turn out the way you want it to. Somewhere along the way he forgot to always be careful and was left with nothing. It was hard enough getting himself together the first time, can he do it again?

Small spoiler for Song to Say Goodbye below

Its not Drarry Endgame: he ends up with a OMC cuz Harrys a big dickhead

#soft draco #cute draco #vulnerable draco #draco malfoy #harry potter #bottom draco #drarry #fic rec #drarry fic rec

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softrozene · 4 years ago

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Reacting to their crush/future significant other who has scars

I hope I have Katakuri’s character down! It is my first time writing for him officially, so I am excited! As for this whole request? You got me excited the second you mentioned John Marston’s scar. I got too pumped up for this that I ended up doing these as scenarios with bonus headcanons! I really hope you like this Lovely and apologies for it taking so long to get to!

Charlotte Katakuri, Trafalgar Law x Reader (Gender Neutral/Non-Binary)

Warnings: Slight angst, Fluff, hints of past violence/trauma from battles, scars

Words: 1758

Charlotte Katakuri-

*Uh this bro is so tall so um pretend you are the same height, he’s hunching down, or you are on a ladder or something lol

Katakuri glances around the room feeling a slight annoyance. His betrothed is late. Though thinking of them does make him feel emotionally calmer it does not excuse that they are late. Especially since he wanted to speak with them about something important.

Just then, the door to his room flies open and his betrothed comes in panting from an obvious rush. You look a bit flustered from being late, but you quickly compose yourself. It is something Katakuri admires since you are similar to him. Calm and levelheaded most of the time but upon getting this arranged marriage- Both of you have become accustomed to different fluttery feelings when with each other.

Katakuri has no idea how to feel about it (and is not aware that he is crushing) but he concludes it to be a good thing since he enjoys your company.

“Sorry I am late Katakuri. Perospero and I were having tea and he wanted me to start calling him Brother Peros from now on then on the way here I ran into Compote who wanted to have a serious talk about my family’s new alliance with Big Mom. I assured her that I am with you guys all the way and that they will follow her. Anyway, enough excuses, what did you wish to talk about?” You ask trying to stop your fingers from fidgeting.

Since you walked in all he has done is stare you down and usually, it would not bother you, but you honestly felt bad for being late. You wanted to be the perfect partner for him since all he has done is shown you kindness since the announcement of your engagement.

“I wanted to finally speak-“ He pauses as he hesitates.

This is something he does a bit often with you- Use his Observation Haki to foresee into the future is something he often does but he does more so with you when you have talked so he does not misstep. He quickly continues after you are about to ask him what is wrong.

“I apologize for that. I just was about to get straight to the point, but I feel like I need to emphasize something before I do. We are getting married soon. The date is coming up fast and I wanted to show you something but just now I saw you crying. Before I do, I need to let you know that I see you as my equal and I am proud to have you as my betrothed. I have never seen my siblings actually want to get to know an in-law as much as they do you so thank you for wanting to genuinely be apart of our family,” Katakuri states.

His words make your heart beat fast, but you nod for him to continue. “I wanted to show you my mouth. I do not like others seeing it, but we will soon be married, and you will have the right to see all of me as I do you,” He continues.

He pauses once more to make sure that he did change the future even if it was just a little bit. The amount of trust he places in you does make you want to cry but instead, you feel like you want to meet him on the trust to. You decide you will finally show him your other scars.

After he deems you okay, he takes off his mouth covering and stares at you waiting for any response. He knows that you would never make fun of him but that amount of insecurity he has to tell him otherwise. So, he is surprised when he feels your warm hand cup his scarred face.

You give him a gentle smile and say, “We do not nearly match but I do think we are the perfect match for each other.”

His heart melts at this and he is quick to cup your own scarred cheek. His thumb rubs against them and then your eyes downcast. You back up from his touch and he grows irritated momentarily from no longer touching you when you turn around and begin to take off your shirt. His eyes scan what he sees immediately. More scars litter your back.

You let him view it a moment longer before fixing your shirt.

“I think we are good now. We both have seen more of each other,” You say a bit worried he may not find you attractive anymore.

He returns to touching your cheek and with the mouth covering no longer on him, he gives you a genuine smile that washes away your doubts. “Yes, we have. I can’t wait until you officially become my spouse.”

Bonus Headcanons:

His initial reaction is neutral

He does not exactly care until he has an emotional connection then he will wonder

I think Katakuri would love his significant other with or without scars- He would want to know the story behind them, but he won’t straight up ask either

He loves to trace them when he gets sleepy and it becomes one of his favorite things to do when it is just you two alone

He will only tell you once, but he also likes when you trace his facial scars or pepper his mouth with kisses

Since he is very serious (even more so) with family members and you become his spouse he will definitely be putting lotion on your scars- He believes in taking care of them since they tell a story about you

Trafalgar Law-

“Hey Cap, (Name) fell asleep on Bepo again,” Penguin states coming into Law’s office/infirmary.

Law stares and waits for more words because there is just no way his crew is bothering him over this. Sachi who peeks in continues thankfully. “And their shirt lifted up- I think you should come see this,” Shachi murmurs.

The serious nature of the two surprises Law and he almost thinks they are sick. He says nothing, as he gets up and wordlessly, follows them- Sleep very much wanting to cloud his mind after being up all night. They lead Law to Bepo who has not moved a muscle since you fell asleep on him. Nothing so far out of the normal until Law’s observant eyes look for the part of the shirt that is lifted up and indeed-

His eyes widen and he sighs.

“Let them sleep longer. Then send them to my room,” Law orders.

He is careful as he quickly fixes their shirt and leaves. His thoughts are immediate. Something bad happened to you in the past, that much is clear, and it honestly explains a lot. How you are so slow with opening up and he honestly can’t blame you. That is why he likes you and the little moments when you do open up to him.

They mean something to him and those scars on your back are from stories you are not ready to tell. He will tell you of this mishap, but he will not push you- He would not even dream of it because he cares about you so much it hurts. He knows what this feeling is, and he wants to chase it but you both are holding back with your pasts latching onto you. That is why he has not really said anything about his feelings despite him wanting to.

They are nothing like the ones on your face either. The ones are on your face are just two/three long scars across your face- Almost like an animal attack, the ones on your back must be from previous battles or something equally terrifying if they have you closed off.

With a sigh, Law goes to his room and waits until you are up.

When Law opens his eyes, he realizes that he has taken a brief nap but immediately sees you come in and close the door behind you. Your expression tells him that someone said something. He groans and quickly says something to reverse the damage.

“Penguin and Shachi saw them and told me. You do not need to explain yourself in any way. I am not surprised, to be frank, because you are incredibly strong and have proven to be a valuable asset to my crew,” He states.

He watches your expression for a moment until you turn around and without any hesitation pull off your shirt. Law is surprised and a bit guilty for feeling his heart flutter at the bold action. Quickly pulling his mind from the gutter he takes small steps to you.

“I do not want to explain yet, but you are the person I trust most Law. I want you to at least look at what I have been hiding since I know you are the least to pity me for them,” You state.

The air feels like it turns intimate the second Law puts a finger on your back, but it remains full of trust as he casually traces each large and long battle scar. When he finishes you put your shirt back on and turn to look at him.

“I will tell you everything soon. I- Thank you for being a trustworthy and… an attractive captain,” You say with a wink.

Ah, it appears it was not just law feeling the connection. His cheeks feel warm and he smirks. He is happy to know that the attraction is mutual.

Bonus headcanons:

Law’s initial reaction is concern- Only because you are a member of his crew, when feelings get involved his concern worsens but, of course, he will not voice it unless this doctor decides to play therapist too

He will not voice it until you two are actually dating and involved with each other

Then he will be happy to know everything about you and may hint towards it, but he would never push for it

If the face scars make you feel bad about yourself he will definitely be like “oh hell no you are perfect” and obliterate anyone who says otherwise

As for the back scars, if it is a lot and from battles, you do not wish to remember he will hint towards getting a tattoo

And let’s face it

Law would definitely have matching tattoos with his significant other

Much like Katakur- Law would love to trace your scars and does so when he is sleepy

He also melts when you trace his tattoos

#my writing #charlotte katakuri #trafalgar law #one piece x reader #one piece #katakuri x reader #trafalgar law x reader #gender neutral reader #nonbinary reader #fanfiction #scenarios #headcanons #one piece fanfiction #one piece scenarios #one piece headcanons

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shigarakis-fifth-hand · 5 years ago

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Hi! Can i have a fantasy scenario with Mirio as castle worker who has a crush on the princess?

Sooooo cute!! Please send more x readers, I love them!!

Mirio x Reader; The Last Day

Warnings: attempted rape, arranged marriage, cursing, drug-use, kissing

Mirio moved the box from the front yard to the main square, unloading a bunch of lights. “Mirio! Whatcha doing?” He looked up to see a blue-haired girl approaching him. It was Nejire, the other castle worker. She smiled at the tall, blonde boy in front of her.

“Unloading the lights for the princess’s thing tonight. I’m working the entire night.” Mirio complained, setting all the lights on the pavement.

“I’m excited! The princess wants me to do her makeup! I’m so excited!” Nejire cheered, beginning to hang up the lights.

“I’m not, I’m going to be apart of the courtyard security. Tamaki is going to be the princess’s main security officer. He gets to dress up and walk around with her...” Mirio daydreamed, looking off at the clouds in the sky.

“Awww, is someone jelly? I know you like her Miri, there’s no use denying it. It’ll only drive you even crazier than you already are.” She winked at her friend, before looking around at all the lights hung up from tree-to-tree in the main courtyard.

“How can I be jealous? There’s nothing to be jealous of. She is going to marry the prince of the West kingdom, and there’s nothing anybody can do about it. Nejire giggled, smiling at her friend. “No, the king said if she falls in love beforehand she can decide not to marry him. It’s just because it’s tradition to have a marriage plan by 18.”

Mirio sighed, thinking deeply about how tonight would be the princess’s last night as a single woman. After tonight, she would be forced to marry the jerk of a prince near the West side of the country who she loved for some reason.

“Stop filling my head with dreams Nejire. You know it’d be impossible. I’m a worker, she’s the princess. She’s royalty, I’m dirt poor. She’s... probably the most beautiful girl in the kingdom, I’m just me.”

He shunned Nejire, turning his back on her as we walked into the hall, carrying the empty box. He tried to ignore the feeling in his chest, but he was too sad. He was going to lose the only girl he had ever had feelings for, and why? Because her own royalty had kept her from ever exchanging a word to him.

“Togata!” Mirio turned to see Iida, the second-in-command of the princess’s personal security walking after him. “What is it?” He asked as Tenya turned to him. “General Tamaki has become extremely sick. Nothing deadly, just something he ate. I’m afraid he won’t be able to be the princess’s personal security guard.”

Mirio looked at him questioningly, nodding in response. “Okay, what do you need from me?” Mirio asked as Iida smiled, lifting his head up happily.

“Well, I’d fill in but on such short notice, I’d then need someone to fill in my place. Tamaki mentioned that you were working on security tonight for the main square. Surely you’ll be able to handle working as her personal security guard?” Iida smiled as Mirio was about to turn it down when Nejire ran up behind them.

“Wow! We were just talking about this Mirio! Iida, you have found the right man for the job! Right Mirio?! Isn’t this the perfect opportunity to prove yourself?”

Iida smiled, unaware of Nejire’s tone of sarcasm. “Lovely. Well then, if you’ll come with me. I think it’s only appropriate for you to come to get fitted. You have your tux, now if you’ll come with me I believe you need to meet Your Royal Highness since the party is only in an hour and a half.” Iida gestured for Mirio to follow him, walking down the hallway, up to two flights of stairs, and into the grand hallway.

The princess. Mirio was going to meet the princess.

The grand hallway was where the princess’s room was, where the library was, the designer room where the royal family clothing was handled, and then the grand balcony.

Mirio had only been up here a few times, coming to mop the floors or deliver something to the designer room. “Ahh, here you go. Make yourself comfortable, I’ll send her in.” Iida left Mirio in her bedroom, leaving to go get the princess.

Looking around, Mirio was astonished. It was nothing as he would imagine her room being like. The room to his right was just a large window with a window seat for looking out, and her bed was very large. But she had lots of books, paintings, and a full-size mirror to the left of the bed. There was a desk on the wall opposite the bed, with pictures of her and her friends.

There was no jewelry, or expensive perfumes or makeup. In fact, she seemed fairly normal.

Mirio reached in to grab the photo, seeing the princess smiling with her brother, her sweet brother who had gone missing two years ago.

“Woah, hi.” He looked up, startled, to see the princess leaning on the doorway. “Oh, hello. Um, I’m General Togata.” He tried to not sweat nervously, but it wasn’t working. “Well you’re definitely not Tamaki, and you already know who I am. Also, let’s go off the first-name basis. Call me Y/n, I’ll call you Mirio.” Mirio’s eyes widened.

“How did you know my name?” He asked as the princess smiled, giggling. “Tamaki told me, don’t freak out on me.” She joked, smiling as she walked in front of her mirror.

Mirio couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed with her presence as she walked past him. She was prettier in person since he had only seen her from afar. She was funny too like she couldn’t stop joking with sarcasm... and Mirio loved it. S

he was so bubbly, it was like she had never felt sad in her life.

“So, you’re my new security guard? Do you even know how to do that?” She joked, sitting on the window seat and looking out as Mirio stood there, near her door. “You’re wearing pajamas a half hour before your party. Do you know how to princess?” He asked as she giggled turning towards him and patting her hand on the seat next to her.

“I like you. Come sit.” She smiled as Mirio nervously sat next to her.

“Oh, and please don’t mention that party. That dress on the bed has been taunting me all day. I have hair, and makeup, and then that itchy thing, and then I have to go over what to say to the prince. Gross. Have you ever had to rehearse lines for your own birthday party? No.” She was still smiling as she complained, gesturing to the dress on her bed.

It was bright red and went to right above her knees.

“I think it looks good.” Mirio stood to look at it, noticing how short it was. He didn’t like that part. “Then you wear them. You’ll look better than I will. Do you know how itchy those things are? Gosh, I’d rather wear a porcupine that that.” She smiled, picking it up and twisting it.

“At least you’ll have a distraction with the party. Your birthday only comes once a year, and tonight is your 18th birthday. You’ll be an adult, or whatever they say.” The princess’s expression fell, staring at the dress.

“My birthdays are the worst. Every year I have to dance around with that jerk, laugh at all my dad’s friend’s jokes, and by the end of the night I’m just left in an itchy dress.” A single tear fell from her face as Mirio got up, trying to comfort her.

“No, I’m okay. I’m just upset about this whole marriage thing. I’m being punished for not falling in love by being forced to marry the most disgusting, most perverted, most horrible guy my age! I’ve been dreading this birthday since I can remember.” She sank into Mirio’s tight hug, liking the warm feeling.

“So, you don’t like him? The media says you’re head over heels with him.” The princess burst out laughing, still tearing up.

“I hate him with a fiery, burning passion, but it’s tradition so my opinion doesn’t matter. He’s tried to kiss me since we were ten. I’m just worried that one day it won’t be just a kiss, ya know? I’m just saying, please don’t leave my side and stay extra close when he’s near. I feel safe around you and I don’t trust that guy one bit.”

Mirio nodded blushing as he let go of the hug as one of the princess’s maid walked in. “Oh dear, you need to get ready! The prince is here and he’s asking for you. Do come, we need to get you ready. If you’ll excuse us, young man?” She asked as Mirio nodded, walking out of the room.

“Just please wait outside Mirio. Thank you.” Mirio nodded, blushing as he closed the door behind him, stepping to the side to wait.

“There you are, come on! We have to get you ready!” A designer from the other room began to pull Mirio in as he protested. “No, the princess told me to wait for her!” The designer didn’t care, pulling him in.

“The princess doesn’t make the rules, we need her security guard to be formally dressed and that’s that. You will see her once the party starts, she’s only going to get ready and meet the prince.” Mirio’s eyes widened as the designers dressed him.

The prince.

She wanted me to wait outside so I wouldn’t leave her side, so she would feel safe. Dang, it. And now she would come outside and I won’t be there. She’ll have to go see the prince by herself! Damn.

After what felt like hours, Mirio was finally sent to go see the princess. Walking down the hall, he had a bad feeling in his chest.

“W-where is the princess?” He asked one of the chefs walking around. “She went to the main square with the prince.” He pointed outside, walking away. Immediately Mirio ran outside to see Y/n and the Westward prince sitting down at a table, talking.

“And then when I did my modeling campaign, she came and talked to me again! Goodness, she talked so much. I’m glad you’re the quiet type, or else I’d have to tell you to shut up every second of the day.” He laughed at his own joke, drinking water as he talked. As Mirio approached them, he made eye contact with her. He could see he was holding her hand, but she wasn’t holding his.

The conversation appeared to be just him talking. “God, all those girls down in Barcelona were all over me. I had to tell them I was a married man of course, but dang, you sure are lucky I had my morals or else we’d have a problem.” The princess stood up, staring at Mirio.

“Um, Monoma, I have to handle something with my security officer. Be right back.” She swiped her hand from Monoma’s grip, walking over and grabbing Mirio’s hand before speed-walking off into the hallway.

She led him through the main entrance, and then outside the door to the front courtyard before he pulled him into a hug. “God, I always forget how bad he is. Please, please help me tonight. Just get me through tonight, and I’ll owe you anything.” Mirio’s ears perked up at anything before settling down his dirty mind.

The princess was a friend if that, nothing more.

“What do you want me to do?” Mirio asked nervously, realizing how tight she was holding on to him. “Just... just hold me for now. Please. I need you right now.” She buried her face in his chest as he held her close, not realizing someone was watching them.

The two spent the next fifteen minutes walking around the palace, trying to avoid the hundreds of people who were coming for the party. Along the way, Mirio had learned that Y/n loved books, was allergic to dogs and had never felt romantic feelings for anyone before.

“Ya see, I know there’s someone out there for me. At least, I hope there is. Who knows though? Maybe I’m a human being incapable of feeling love for someone else.” Mirio bumped his shoulder into her, smiling.

“I don’t think that. You’re too kind to everyone, and we know any guy wants to be with you. Obviously, Mr. Hot-Shot does. You’re able to make friends too easily, you just haven’t met the right person yet.” The princess smiled at his assurance.

“What about you? I’ve seen you hang out with Nejire, the blue-haired girl on my makeup team. She’s mentioned you once or twice.” Mirio blushed at the thought of the princess talking about him with Nejire.

“Don’t worry though, she didn’t tell me all of your darkest secrets. Just the ones I can get you arrested for.” She stuck her tongue out as Mirio smiled back. He couldn’t believe what was happening. In hours, he had built a relationship with this gorgeous, funny girl.

She was perfect.

“And what would that be?” Mirio played along as the two stopped, a wind picking up and blowing her hair back. “Well, I remember years ago she said you had a great crush on me. But that couldn’t possibly be true, right?” She smirked as Mirio’s face turned a cherry red color.

“Y-Y/n. I... I can’t deny it, but I can’t admit that I may... possibly...” As Mirio stuttered, the Princess got on her tiptoes, leaning in to kiss him. Mirio did the same, awaiting to kiss her just as a yell could be heard from inside the castle. It was the king.

“You... Y- We need to go inside, it’s probably about to start.” As Mirio began to walk away, the princess grabbed his hand, pulling him closer as she kissed his cheek sweetly. “Don’t leave my side Miri.” She whispered into his ear, sending chills down his back as the two made their way inside.

Immediately the hallway was filled with commotion as they were immediately met with loud yells and greetings.

“Ahh, princess! Happy birthday! Dear, you look lovely! Happy birthday, dear!” The hallway was filled with overwhelming voices, startling Mirio as they walked through. The princess didn’t even flinch though. This was her life daily.

As she walked through, Mirio followed her closely as she shook hands, waved, and kissed a few cheeks of the queens and other princesses who were nearby.

That was, until Monoma’s mother, the queen of the Westward kingdom, jumped in front of Mirio. “Darlings! The photographer needs a photo!” She exclaimed as Monoma jumped out of nowhere, scooping his arm across Y/n as the two smiled at the camera.

Mirio couldn’t help but notice Monoma’s hand getting too low before the camera went away.

“There you are Y/n. Once you ran off with your guard, I thought I lost you there. Here, I got this for you.” He handed her a glass of champagne before gesturing her outside to the center square. Mirio quickly followed behind, hot on their trails before they sat down.

“Ahh Mirio, sit here.” She patted the seat to her right, Monoma sitting on her left.

“So, I see you’re not with Tamaki. Such a shame, I liked him best.” Monoma rudely exclaimed, not acknowledging Mirio’s presence. “Ahh, don’t be silly. Tamaki isn’t dead, he just wasn’t feeling well. And Mirio has been a great help, he’s really helped me prepare for this whole thing.” Mirio smiled at her defending him.

“I don’t know, I just feel like it’s unprofessional for a security guard to kiss their client. But that’s just me. Now if you’ll excuse me, my father promised me he’d take some photos of me in this dapper suit.” With that, he got up and left the square, leaving the two sitting there awkwardly.

“That... that won’t get you in trouble right?” Mirio asked as she turned to him, her expression soft. “No, of course not. I’m not technically his fiance until the stroke of midnight.” With that thought, her eyes widened before she grabbed her glass and chugged the entire thing.

“Dance with me Miri.” She grabbed his hand and stood up before he stopped her. “What? Don’t be silly, I’m on guard as your personal security officer. I shouldn’t be dancing.” Mirio refused as she smiled. “Oh please, the only thing more personal than dancing is if you were kissing me. How much more protective can that be? Plus every guy in the room is wearing the exact thing you are, and you look better than all of them. Dance with me pretty boy.” She smiled, trying to pull him up as he still refused.

“Mirio.” She murmured seriously, changing her tone.

“Once tonight is gone, I’m going to belong to that man. Who stalks me out windows and puts his hands where they shouldn’t belong. Tonight is the last night I can kiss whoever, and dance with whoever I want. It’s a silly dance to you, but to me, it’s my last night as my own person. Please don’t make me spend it sitting around.” She whispered, her voice weak and sad.

As if her true emotions were coming out, her bubbly self melted away. “Fine then, but just one.” As Mirio stood up, her face lit up and her eyes glittered more than ever before. True happiness.

She led him to the dance floor where they began. Mirio was rusty at first, but he eventually got it. It was just formal dancing around the circle, but it allowed them to talk with the music playing loudly so nobody could hear them.

“Mirio, I want to talk about the kiss.” Y/n whispered, blushing as Mirio’s eyes widened. She was full of surprises, wasn’t she? “W-what about it?” He asked, trying to avoid eye contact as they spun around and around. “I... I want to do it again. Please.” Mirio was quick to shake his head. “What? Here? Listen Y/n, don’t act like I’m the love of your life just because you’re desperate to escape this relationship. As much as I’d love it if you loved me for real, you can’t toy with my emotions like this.”

Y/n was quick to back away, tears falling down her face before she fell to her knees. “Y/n!” Mirio exclaimed, reaching down to help her before she pushed him away. “No Mirio, I’m okay. I just... don’t feel so good all of a sudden. And no, don’t follow me.” She insisted, running out into the hallway out of his sight.

Immediately Mirio sat down at the table, waiting for her to return for a few minutes.

That’s when minutes turned into twenty minutes, and then soon half an hour. Worryingly, Mirio found the queen to ask her the whereabouts of her daughter. “Oh, I saw her in the hallway. She was very tired and drowsy so Monoma was helping her to her room. Such a fine boy.” Mirio nodded, before getting a flashback.

“I’m just worried that one day it won’t be just a kiss, ya know? I’m just saying, please don’t leave my side and stay extra close when he’s near. I feel safe around you and I don’t trust that guy one bit.”

Immediately Mirio ran upstairs and to the other side of the castle, bolting to your room to find the door closed and locked. Mirio slammed his body against it, yelling as loud as he could. “Y/n?! Y/n! Monoma, you son of a bitch! Open this door now!” He yelled before slamming his body into the door so much it opened.

His eyes widened at the view in front of him. Monoma was on top of you, holding you down by your wrists when you were just in your panties and bra, your hair messy and mascara marks on your cheeks from you crying.

“Get off of her!” He yelled, pushing Monoma off of you and into your mirror. Monoma grabbed Mirio, slamming him into the mirror to where glass cut his forehead. “Stop! Don’t hurt him!” You yelled, standing far away, scared for Mirio’s safety. You were terrified of the guys in front of you, fighting when blood was dripping down both of them.

Monoma slammed his body into Mirio, knocking him to the ground and giving several punches to his head. Mirio’s vision began to get blurry, thinking about the party happening far away.

All Mirio could think about was how you had been screaming constantly, yet nobody could hear you from the other side of the castle while Monoma stripped you of your innocence.

As Monoma punched Mirio, nearly killing him, Y/n jumped in. She threw a punch to his head and pushed him off the taller blond. “You bitch! You always screw everything up! Now, how about a teenage pregnancy?! Surely that will blow away any romance you have with the joke on the floor over there!” Monoma smacked Y/n, throwing her against the wall. “

You can’t do anything right!” He yelled, throwing punch after punch at her before grabbing her throat.

“I’m going to end this!” He exclaimed, lifting her off the ground by just her throat, causing her to stop breathing. “Monoma... please stop.” She whimpered, clawing at Monoma’s hand around her neck as her eyes began to drift to the back of her head.

That’s when Mirio got up, grabbed the vase of flowers, and threw it against Monoma’s head, knocking him out cold and sending him to the ground. He ran to Y/n’s side, tears falling down his cheeks as he helped her up. “It’s okay, you’re safe.” As Y/n began to breathe again, she wrapped her hands around Mirio’s neck tightly, hugging him as he pulled her close.

His worries didn’t care if she was partly naked, at least she was alive.

“He drugged me Miri.” She whispered tears falling down her cheek as he nodded. “I know.” He whispered, petting her hair before she stepped back. “I think I’m in love with you Mirio.” She whispered, and this time, he nodded back in response. “I’ve been in love with you my entire life.” Slowly, the two kissed sweetly, it becoming more passionate as the minutes passed.

“Come on, let’s go get the nurses. I’m sure they’ll will want to fix us up.” She sadly smiled before limping to the phone next to her bed. “I request my parents, a nurse, and Monoma’s parents. There’s an emergency.”

The next moments were a blur. All of the royal parents fled into the room, gasping at the scene in front of them. Immediately Monoma, Y/n, and Mirio were taken to the medical room to be treated.

Many interviews took place, discussing everything that had happened that night. Many good things came of that night. The Westward kingdom apologized and sent their son off to a military camp, and Y/n became a free girl.

Also... Mirio and Y/n became a couple, enjoying each other’s company and not worrying about marriage. They enjoyed going to the library together to read, walking around the castle, and painting. Mirio was quickly excused from all castle work, and Nejire became head of Y/n’s makeup and hair. Tamaki was quick to confess that he had never been sick, and had planned everything with Nejire ahead of time.

After that, Y/n and Mirio finally found happiness. Mirio was able to be with the love of his life, and Y/n proved to herself that she could find love in the strangest of ways.

Hope you like it! I went overboard and wrote too much :) Oops!

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royallyprincesslilly · 5 years ago

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Title: Arranged {3}

Yahya Abdul Mateen II x OFC Nyorie Kane

Warning: Plot, Cursing

Words: 1.4k

Summary: Yahya is thirty-three, and his friends and family all seem to believe that it is long overdue for him to have a wife. He’s been set up more times than he can count and with his busy schedule and rising Hollywood star, it is becoming even more difficult to meet people, well people who aren’t looking for a come up. In the beginning, he said he didn’t want anything serious; his motto was “I’m was here for a good time not a long time.” Then it became he didn’t want anything that would distract him from where he wanted to go and what he wanted to accomplish. Now that his fame is rising and he’s approaching a sweet spot in his career he decides what the hell the time might be right.

In comes “A Match”, an exclusive matchmaking company run by his best friend Ramel’s wife Tamika. He gives Tamika and Ramel free rein and all his trust to find him, someone, he’d mesh well with. Instead of going through her clientele Tamika has just the right woman in mind, her best friend, Nyorie. Things are done a little unorthodox at “A Match” though. This unconventional route is credited for a near-perfect success rate.

Note: I’ve only tagged those who have expressed to be on a forever tag list.

****Also, please keep an open mind.

**Loosely Proofread/Edited**

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-Chapter Three-

When he got to Tameka’s company it was close to nine. This was the only time he could squeeze the meeting in. His days were getting busier and busier with each movie he completed. Tipping his hat down low and securing his hoodie so it hid his face he walked around to the back entrance of “A Match.” The floral scents of the interior office took over. the scent matched the décor, it was lite, feminine and modern. Just as he was about to sit down Tameka walked out.

As always her outfit was on point. She dressed like the boss and sure as hell acted like one. She smiled warmly and held out her arms for him.

“I wasn’t sure you’d show.” He pulled her into a hug with a laugh.

“Time is money and I said I’d be here.”

“Hm, just by you being here makes me think you might be ready. We’ll see though. Come on.”

Tameka nudged her head for him to follow her. They walked down the long hall of the white oak floor then made a right. Tameka stretched her arms out signaling for him to go first. When he walked into her office he took one of the seats in front of her glass desk. She didn’t sit down automatically, instead, she walked to a wide four drawer file cabinet, used a key around her neck and opened it to take out a binder and a folder. When she sat down she plopped the materials down before her.

“The hell is all that?” A smirk slipped and she pinched her lips to wipe it away.

“This is A Match boo, I take my job serious which is why I get the results I do. So.” Tameka pulled out a pink legal pad from her top drawer and grabbed one of her pens and looked to him.

“Why are you here, Ya?”

Giving her a blank look, he scrunched up his nose. “I thought we’ve been through this,” he began.

“Let’s go over it again. Before we can begin I need to know why. I ask everyone this question, so it’s not just you.”

He took a long sip from his blended green juice mix and thought about the question for a few seconds.

“I figured finding people for other people is what you do, and I know you’re good at it. So here I am.”

“Why now? You’ve known me for years; you’ve known this is what I did for years. Why are you here now as opposed to last month?”

Another long sip from his juice gave him reprieve to think. He knew what she wanted him to say. He slumped slightly in the chair and took a deep breath then spoke.

“I think I’m finally ready to let someone in, given it’s the right one.”

Tameka smiled, nodded and wrote something on the legal pad.

“What are your expectations? Some people come in here and expect me and mine to find them someone in a week so they can ride off in the sunset. Some don’t really want something serious, so they use it as a hookup service. What are your expectations?”

“If I wanted to just hook up I could do that easily. I’m not into the hookup culture and I’m not looking to get caught up. I’m thirty-three, it’s time for something meaningful,” he explained.

“Meaningful. I like that. Most would say serious, you chose meaningful. Okay.” She wrote again and he was more curious. He felt like he was sitting with a shrink instead of a matchmaker.

“All right. Let me explain what A Match is and how we work. We find like-minded individuals to put together. There are a variety of ways we accomplish this, questionnaires, quizzes, scenario testing, personality testing, emotional IQ testing, values, morals; the whole shebang. I like to take a traditional route which means not relying so heavily on electronics or social media. Remember back in the day how our mamas and daddies got to know each other? Phone calls not texts, handwritten letters, not emails, thoughtful outings, things of that such. Do you understand so far?”

He nodded.

“As a disclaimer; there is no quick route to getting matched. Marriage is my goal here because it is I don’t have my clients linger too long on the dating stage. After lengthy compatibility testing to ensure I am not wasting anyone’s time the first step is sheltered communication. Sheltered communication comes in one form—letters. Good old-fashioned handwritten letters. At this stage which is two weeks, you write to each other saying whatever you want. I have suggestions of what those letters should consist of and some guidelines but for the most part, you are free here. After those two weeks of sheltered communication, a decision is made if you want to continue. If both of you choose to continue the next stage is controlled communication, this consists of phone calls. Again this lasts for two weeks, then another decision is made. At stage three we move on to a date, but this is not a normal date. It is blind, you don’t see her, she doesn’t see you.”

“What?! How does that work?”

“Easy, you have a meal together where both of you are in the dark. You’ve heard of dining in the dark, this is the same concept, except you will be wearing glasses that give you the ability to see your food, and drink, utensils and what not just not each other. This is done to have you rely on your other senses, vibes, auras. You’d be surprised what you can feel for someone when your eyes are taken out of the equation.”

He was intrigued. It sounded interesting, to say the least.

“If date one is successful according to you both then we do it again, the goal is six dates over the course of five weeks, and they are all just like that. After all of this, you’ve spent nine weeks together, a little over two months. From here we repeat stages one to three for the next three weeks. This is where it gets simple. You shit or get off the pot.”

“What does that mean?”

“You tackle things backward, engagement, wedding, then you date your wife.”

His jaw dropped. “What!? You expect me to marry someone I’ve never seen?”

“Yes. I believe everyone knows what they feel or don’t feel for someone after four weeks. After six you know if you’re compatible, by ten weeks you know if there is something between you that can be sustained and by twelve you begin to feel like this is a routine with this person. My guarantee is I can find you the right one in twelve weeks.”

He sat there and tried to let the information sink in.

“So this is blind dating for twelve weeks then marry a stranger.”

“She’s not a stranger if you’ve spent twelve weeks being your authentic self.”

“What happens if you go through all this and four weeks into marriage you see it’s not working out. what then?”

“I don’t know. I’ve been doing this for years and I’ve never had it happen. My success rate is perfect once two individuals go through the stages.” Tameka slid the binder to him. “Look.”

He began flipping through the pages of pictures of couples from their wedding with the date they were matched and the date they were married and how long they’d been married. He went through page after page of many different couples, husbands and wives, wives and wives, husbands and husbands and even more ambiguous orientations. It was impressive, they all looked happy. All of them were still together. He didn’t know what to think. This was huge and quite possibly more than he’d expected or was ready for.

“Like I said, are you sure?”

He snorted and laughed. She was serious.

“Damn Tameka, you couldn’t just do things like normal matchmakers?”

“No, normal matchmaking is mundane, and the rate of failure is quite high. This way—my way, I haven’t failed yet. I have a waiting list that is months long of people who are dying to sign up. What’s your hesitation?”

“Uh, I don’t know. Maybe marrying someone after twelve weeks, someone I’ve never seen or touched. Someone my family has never met. That sounds extreme.

“I never said your family wouldn’t get to meet her. there are many steps at each stage Yahya. If both parties choose to continue a marriage offer is extended. Once accepted there is a day each of your families meet each other and your families meet the chosen partner,” Tameka explained.

“When do we meet, like see each other meet?”

“At the altar,” Tameka broke. Again, he laughed, this time it was louder than the first. This was wild.

“I feel like you’re more hung up on seeing the person. You shouldn’t be. The extensiveness of the compatibility screening is so intricate that your preferences and tastes are always upheld. A woman will not be picked unless every parameter has been met to ninety-eight percent or higher in each and every parameter.”

Hearing that was only a slight reassurance. He couldn’t believe he was here listening to all this. He couldn’t believe people actually wanted to do this. His eyes dropped to the binder again and scanned the faces of the couples.

“Here’s what we’ll do, take some time, think it over, go through the reading for the process and how each stage works. Take whatever time you need, then let me know whatever you decide.”

He took the brochure, and packets she offered and skimmed them before he nodded. This was not something to just jump into. There were so many variables to consider and he needed to consider them all.

“What kind of women agree to this?”

“Women like you, busy, jaded, tired of the current dating culture. I take all of the uncertainty out and support it with science, psychology, and sociology. Everything is on the up and up and everyone is vetted so deeply the CIA wishes they could be this invasive.”

Again, he laughed and nodded. “All right, I hear you.”

“So, think about it, let me know.”

He stood and nodded. “Thanks, Meeka.”

“Thank me when I find you the right one.”

With that, he walked out of her office and out the back entrance he’d come in almost an hour ago.

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instakpop · 5 years ago

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Minseok scenario - Cold feet

Requested by anon

Summary: Your arranged marriage to Minseok eliminated, not only the worry of having to find someone your family approved of but take over as the new don. Minseok has been your childhood friend... and crush. After sharing your feelings with your sister, she then leads Minseok to believe you’re in love with him. But Minseok decides to hear from you the night before the wedding.

Genre: Smut, Mafia!AU

This is it. In just 16 hours you’ll be married. Your family and soon-to-be in-laws, gathered together for one last meal before the big day. It’s a tradition. In the mafia world, both families have to be on good terms before any nuptials. But for your family, it was a silly formality. You’ve known the Kims all your life. You and Minseok were arranged to be married since you were children. Why have two powerful families when your firstborns can get married and create the ultimate empire? That’s the plan.

Your parents not only raised you to be a good wife to the upcoming don, but they also raised you to be just as mindful and clever.

Minseok has been a good friend of yours from the very beginning. At first, it was just scheduled playdates and outings to the park. Children things. But as you both grew up, your relationship were taken much more seriously.

But it’s not such a terrible arrangement. Minseok is kind, and charming and… perfect for you in every way. Over the years, you’d begun to develop real feelings for him, but you were certain it was just because he’s the only man you’ve ever been with. You’d never been on a date, or had a real boyfriend, or created any kind of intimacy with a man in your whole life. Just Minseok. Sadly the date you two were on was just for show. People were feeling a little suspicious of whether your “undying love” was the real deal. Within a week, you and Minseok were out to dinner at a very popular restaurant looking oh so in love. Or so they all thought.

What really surprised you was the kiss. No one told you to kiss him that night, and yet, then the photographers started taking pictures of you both at the valet, he whisked you into his arms and claimed your lips. You relive that moment every day. Your whole body came alive. His strong hands on your waist and neck made you feel wanted and safe. For half a second, you forgot about the engagement. You forget the date was staged. You just lived in the moment with him.

During dinner, you looked across the table at Minseok, only to find him staring back at you. He’d send you a playful wink and you’d blush. He did this all the time. He was such a flirt, but it wasn’t just with you. He could charm his way through life if he could. Women simply adored him. But what’s not to love?

The rest of the night was spent working out all the final details, making sure the venue was ready and the number of guests matches the number of seats at the wedding.

Your mother’s eyes lit up when she saw you in your dress during the final fitting earlier. “Oh, Y/n, you’re glowing.” When you saw yourself in the mirror, you nearly gasped. She was right. You looked happy. You weren’t dreading the walk down the aisle to a complete stranger or someone you loathed. You were going to marry Minseok. Your first love.

After dinner, your sister, who’d also been staring at you all night, pulled you aside. “What was all that?”

“What?”

“Those big doe eyes you were making at Minseok. All that tension raised the temperature in the room.”

You laughed at her remark and shrugged it off. “A bride can’t look at her groom adoringly?”

“Y/n. This is me you’re talking to.” She said sternly. Your nonchalant demeanor faded as you came back to the reality of the situation you’re in. “Do you have real feelings for him?”

“Does it matter?”

“Yes!”

“Shhh!” You covered her mouth and looked around. Thankfully, her outburst didn’t cause any heads to turn. “I’m just… kinda… crazy about him.” You gushed your feelings as you removed your hand. Why fight it? “I love Minseok and I couldn’t imagine marrying anyone else. Is the situation ideal? No, but I think it was meant to be. Our courtship can happen while we’re married I guess. That’s what love is about, isn’t it? Marrying your best friend and spending your lives together?”

Your sister’s eyes were full of compassion, but she still had to ask, “Does he know this?”

“No, and you can’t tell.”

“What’s the worst that can happen? He seems pretty into you too if you ask me.”

“He does?”

“Yeah. You wouldn’t have gotten all flushed if he wasn’t giving you googly eyes first. I’m not blind, you know.”

What she said made sense. Maybe he does have feelings for you. Maybe that’s what your marriage will be; A growing love. You were so caught up in your romantic fantasies that you didn’t notice Minseok coming into the room. He placed his hand on your back, making you jolt with a high-pitched yelp.

“Sorry. Uh… Your mom wants to talk to you.” He said. Trying not to laugh at my dramatic reaction.

“Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow.” You hugged your sister good night and headed back to the dining room, praying your sister would keep your little secret.

That night, you lay in bed, staring at the ceiling and letting your thoughts run wild. You imagined being on your honeymoon, feeling so caught up in the romance that you confess. Or maybe he confesses to you. Would he kiss you again? You shuddered at the thought of his hands caressing your skin. Forming goosebumps as he moved along your body. Your eyes closed gently as you pondered the way he’d make love to you. The memory of his cologne tickles your nose, making you smile. You complimented him on his scent and now he wears it whenever you’re around. He knows it’ll make you happy.

That’s just it. Minseok will make you happy. He’ll be the type of husband who cares and pampers you. Love may be uncertain, but your friendship is genuine and strong. Like him.

A knock at the door pulled you out of your thoughts. sliding on your slippers, you walked to the door quickly

“Who is it?”

“Minseok. I just wanted to talk for a bit.”

Oh no. He wants to back out of the wedding. This is the end of it. The growing love, confessing on your honeymoon, living a life of bliss. It’s all going to end.

“A-about what?” You asked nervously.

“Open the door and I’ll tell you, goof.” He replied with a laugh. He’s in a good mood. Thank god.

You opened the door and greeted him with a shy smile. He had taken off the jacket of his suit and just wore his linen shirt and pants. He’d also undone a couple of buttons on his shirt, which gave you a peek at his prominent collar bones. A more casual look, but not nearly as much as your tank top and shorts. He must have been talking with your parents most of the night.

Grinning back at you, Minseok made his way to the little upholstery bench in front of your bed. He patted the spot next to him and your nerves set in again. You did everything in your power to seem casual as you sat down.

“I don’t really know how to say this...but. Do you have feelings for me?” He asked. You’re stunned. His eyes peered into your soul, seeking an answer while you sat there, shocked by his sudden question.

“What? Where is this coming from?” He couldn’t have possibly figured it out... At least not on his own. You were so careful.

“Don’t be mad, but your sister and I were talking earlier and I was telling her that I was feeling a little unsettled about the wedding and she told me how excited you were. Even when I was looking at you at dinner, you had this look; Like you truly wanted to get married. And… Your sister told me that you came to realize what love really is. At first, I didn’t know what she meant, but now...”

“Minseok. I don’t know if this is the time.”

He cupped your cheeks, holding your gaze to his. “Y/n, just tell me. Do you love me?”

You weighted your options: Tell him the truth now or wait until after the wedding. “I love you, Minseok.” You prepared for the worst. He may just be saying this way because your sister told him how you feel. He probably just wants a platonic relationship with you and doesn’t want to hurt your feelings.

Instead, he said nothing. His lips curled up into that dazzling smile you adore. Your heart nearly leaped out of your chest as he inched closer, gently pulling you in for a chaste, tender kiss. The spark took your breath away. This wasn’t for show, or to trick people into believing your relationship is real. It was a kiss just for the two of you. You leaned back in, kissing him again. Only this time, with more emotion. His hands moved down to your waist, letting you wrap your arms around his neck.

Turning you over, Minseok laid you back on the bed. His heavenly lips continued to claim you as you lift your leg, keeping him set between your thighs. The sweet and innocent kiss you shared quickly turned into hunger and lust. You needed him, tonight.

The tip of his tongue teased your lips, asking for acceptance. With a flirtatious smirk, you parted your lips and deepened the kiss. Minseok’s hands moved up and down your body, pulling up your shirt and exposed your heated skin. Breaking away, he traveled down to press wet kisses below your navel. Your breath hitched as he stopped right above the waistband of your pajama shorts.

He looked up at you through long eyelashes, silently asking your permission to go further. Brushing the hairs away from his face you nodded. “More, please.”

”Thank God…” he buried his head between your legs, inhaling your scent as he shimmied you sorts and panties down your legs in one swipe. His hot breath on your sex made you quiver before he planted a small kiss on your clitoris.

”Mmm~ Minseok.” you moaned.

His hands held your hips in place while he kissed and licked up and down your slit. You felt as if you were going to burst at any moment. Minseok’s skilled tongue was even better than what you imagined. His heated kiss brought you closer and closer. You clutched the sheets underneath you and whimpered while you came undone.

You tried to stifle your shaking legs while Minseok licked you clean. He was the first man to ever bring you to orgasm. And the first man to ever have you like this.

He came upon his knees, looking down at you. Hair splayed out on the mattress, breathless and most of all, lustful. You needed more. You needed him.

You sat up briefly, draping your arms around his shoulders and pulling him down with you. He kissed your lips once again. Letting you taste yourself on his tongue. You unbuttoned the rest of his shirt, tossing it aside, then freeing him of his constricting pants. You could feel his hard shaft through the fabric as you lingered while undoing the zipper.

”You are so beautiful, Y/n. ” he said. You looked up at him and saw the devotion in his eyes. the same way he looked at you at dinner he really, truly loves you. Just like you love him.

Holding your hand against his supple cheek, you whispered: ”I'm yours, Minseok.”

His eyes lit up and he positioned himself at your entrance. “Ready?” It was a simple question, but it was something you still took seriously. Minseok isn’t just the man who you’re marrying because of an arrangement. He’s your best friend. He was the person you fell for as kids. He was your first love, your first kiss, and now he’s the man you’ll build a life with.

“Yes. Take me.” With that, he slid into you, slowly and carefully.

At first, the pain was strange. It made you wince a little, but Minseok kissed each of your cheeks, making you feel his love all over. He eased out, leaving you empty. You held his hips, pulling him back in for more. He smirked and leaned back into you, finding a slow rhythm.

Your breathing became heavy over time as the intimate sensation set in. The feeling of him opening you up was intoxicating. His warm skin on yours gave you chills. And his soft grunts… You could listen to them all night. You both rocked back and forth, getting rougher little by little. You cried out when he hit you g-spot and he froze, uncertain.

“Are you okay, love?” He looked you in the eyes, searching for any doubt or regret. Instead of answering, you grabbed his hips and pulled him down, shuddering at the contact again.

“Oh, Y/n. What are you doing to me?” Minseok’s head dropped into your neck with a low grown. He lifted your legs higher, roughly thrusting into you.

Your nails dug into his back, the butterflies on your stomach were ready to burst and the tingling sensation shot down your arms into your hands. You were so close, you couldn’t even speak.

“I-I’m” You struggled to speak, but Minseok already knows how close you are

“Let go, y/n. I’ve got you.”

You fell apart in his arms, arching your back and moaning his name. He covered your mouth with his hand, not wanting to alert your dad’s “associates” downstairs. He filled you with his warm cum, muffling his own cries into the pillow next to your head. As you came down from your climax, you uncovered your mouth, kissed his palm and tried to catch your breath.

Minseok rolled off you and joined you in unsteady breaths. He looked at you with a wide smile and eyes full of emotion.

“I love you, Minseok.” You said. This was really happening. You just slept with Kim Minseok. The man you’ve been in love with for years, and this time tomorrow, he’ll be your husband.

“I love you too, Y/n. Always.” He kisses your forehead and gave you a mischievous look. “But I should get out of here before your dad kills me.”

You almost laughed out loud, but you stopped your self. Minseok stood up, searching for his clothes and get dressed quickly.

“Do you have to leave so soon?” You asked, giving him a pout.

“Aww, baby. It’s almost midnight. The groom can’t see the bride before the wedding, remember. Besides…” He walked back over to you on the bed when he was finished dressing. “We’ll have plenty of nights to spend together like this. Specifically… Tomorrow. “ He kissed you one last time and get up to leave. “I’ll see you at the end of the aisle.”

“I’ll just look for the handsome guy in the tux.” You said with a giggle.

Minseok sent you a wink and snuck out the door. You laid back in bed just like before, but now the butterflies in your stomach were for a new reason. You’re in love and Minseok loves you back. And after his visit, there’s no way you’ll be getting cold feet.

THE END

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myherohcs · 5 years ago

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Single Dad Present Mic scenario/headcanons

Gave him a daughter in this one! I named her Kaya because I got bored using “the child” or “his daughter” the whole time lol. #Kaya In The Skya

warnings: angst, loss of a spouse (no gender), eventual EraserMic, fluff because my boy deserves it, and kinda long!

🎙Present Mic would have loved his S/O so much for years and years and years if he was given the chance. They would probably be a hero too, but he's the kind of guy who would love just about anyone. Hero, civilian, quirk, quirkless, Mic believes in love above all else.

🎙But Mic is around heroes so much, he'd probably meet his S/O in the line of duty. They would hit it off quick and everyone would remember the two for having such an easy and passionate love for one another from the beginning.

🎙They were that couple that moved in with each other after only a few months dating, got engaged after six months, and married a year after meeting each other. They would adopt their daughter not long after that.

🎙Everything moved so naturally fast for them and Hizashi would thank his lucky stars for that later on.

🎙He would remember how normal the day had been when he found out he lost his spouse. They died as many heroes do; saving others. The news came to him after a long day of teaching followed by a visit to the radio station to plan an upcoming segment before going home to take over babysitting for his S/O. The tradeoff was short and Hizashi was barely awake when he kissed them goodbye for the night. He would rest and watch over the mostly sleeping 4-year-old, Kaya, while they went out for a patrol through their hero agency.

He would get the call in the early hours of the morning. He needed to go to the hospital quickly. It was bad. He didn’t want to bring Kaya, so he called the first person he thought of.

Shouta had been awake grading papers and almost didn’t answer his phone. It was the perfect time for Hizashi to need help home from the bar and he didn’t know if have the energy for that tonight. But he did answer. Like he always does. He knew immediately by the mere tone of his friend’s voice that something terrible was wrong. Hizashi sounded terrified and he needed Aizawa to watch his daughter for him. He had to go to the hospital. Hizashi didn’t have to explain much after that statement. It was every hero’s nightmare to have a loved one beyond their realm of saving, but unfortunately a common thing in their line of business. Aizawa agreed and Mic was at his apartment in no time and gone again in a flash. Shouta's goddaughter slept soundly through it all.

🎙Hizashi loss that night would destroy him. He’d need a lot of support from his friends and coworkers in the weeks following the incident.

🎙It was one of the few times anyone could really remember Hizashi going silent. He is usually so vocal about his feelings, but in this time of great emotion, words failed him.

When he could speak again, when he could function again, he found himself emotionlessly arranging the funeral and taking care of all the duties one must take care of when they lose a spouse. He took care of his daughter too, but it was done more upon instinct than anything really conscious. A hero’s funeral is one of the worst to deal with. It’s hard to deal with the rampage of emotions being projected onto you. You should honor the hero for their sacrifice, but you must deal with the fact that it was such an avoidable death. The media can swarm depending on the popularity of the hero. Present Mic got it bad. The couple had been very open about their marriage and always in the public eye, and the story of a hero becoming a widowed father was not one to pass up. Hizashi barely batted an eye at the attention. In fact, he barely reacted at all. How could he when he just lost everything? Nemuri and Aizawa stayed with him that night. Surprisingly, it was Aizawa who confronted him about his lack of emotion after the funeral. In a weird, alternate-dimension-type moment, it was Eraser’s turn for once to break Mic out of his shell.

“You know, it’s illogical to not feel something after this Yamada.“

Hizashi broke down and admitted he was hurting to his friends. He was terrified at raising Kaya alone. He was afraid of going back to work and having to deal with others again. His friends helped him through it all.

Nemuri and Aizawa took shifts being with Hizashi and helping him take care of Kaya after that. Aizawa took his role as a Godfather seriously. He had accepted years ago that he would never have children. This would be the closest he’d ever come to being a parent and a small part of him wanted to prove that he could be good at that.

Kaya was old enough to recognize the change in the household and had some trouble accepting her caretaker wasn’t retuning. Hizashi and her both attended therapy to get through this new shift in their life.

🎙 Hizashi took some time off, but went back to work quicker than most expected. Mic thrives when he’s with others and knew the only way he was going to find some semblance of normality again was by getting out there and talking again.

The main difference now was that he usually had his favorite listener with him. UA has an early education center and Kaya started coming to work with him. They would show up early everyday and Kaya would usually stick with Mic until he had to drop her off and go teach his classes. This meant she was a familiar face in the teacher’s lounge.

🎙Kaya liked to color during staff meetings. She liked to bring cookies for all the teachers. She would sometimes be tired in the earlier mornings and sleep in Aizawa's sleeping bag while everyone worked and planned for the day.

🎙She hung around Aizawa all the time. She was enamored with the quiet, dark-haired man who would take care of her and teach her things. She would sometimes nap with Eraser or be allowed to visit his class with her dad. She loved getting to see him and it became obvious to everyone that she saw him as a parent as much as she did her own father.

🎙One day Kaya woke up sick. She had a fever and Hizashi has to drag her through their morning routine as she feels so tired. Hizashi told her they would go see Recovery Girl when they got to school.

🎙Aizawa knew something was wrong the moment Hizashi walked into the teacher’s lounge.

Mic hadn’t gelled up his hair that morning. He only ever did that when either he was sick or Kaya was sick. Mic could never be bothered to do extra work like style his hair when he was sick. And when Kaya was under the weather, she liked to hide behind his curtain of hair.

“What’s wrong?”

The other teachers looked up in surprise at Aizawa’s question and Mic smiled at his coworkers.

“Kaya is feeling a little under the weather today.”

He went over to his work desk and carefully sat down with the child. Shouta reached over to check her temperature and found her too warm for comfort. Kaya had fallen asleep and blinked lazily at Aizawa before yawning and snuggling back into her father.

"Recovery girl will be in soon. Maybe we should go down to her office and wait for her," said Aizawa.

Hizashi would smile at his friend and thank his lucky stars he had someone like Eraser in his life who cared so much for his daughter.

🎙Aizawa was around a lot, but happened to miss the first time Kaya used her quirk.

Teleportation.

Hizashi and Kaya had been walking back from visiting Aizawa's class and one moment his daughter was there, the next she was gone.

It scared the living daylights out of Hizashi. He had an inkling it had to do with her quirk as Kaya's preschool teacher had warned him she was at the right age to start any day now. However, nothing could have prepared him.

He raced back to the training grounds to get Aizawa and burst in on his lesson to announce Kaya's disappearance. He had already been shouting from a good distance away and it wasn't until he was almost directly upon Aizawa did he realize his friend was already holding his daughter.

Aizawa stood there stoic as ever as the four-year-old beamed at her father, so excited to see him.

Hizashi dramatically fell over in relief and the students got in a quick laugh before Eraser shooed them off.

"You should keep better track of your daughter, Yamada."

Hizashi laughed, "Yeah, I guess I really should now."

🎙Kaya's quirk was hard to control. She would think about Aizawa or Midnight or someone else she liked being around and would often (without intention) teleport to their side.

One time she spent an afternoon with Principal Nedzu this way. She adored the fluffy, white creature and hung onto every word he said during his long, drawn out conversations. He was unbothered by her sudden appearance in his office and kept her around to give her some pointers about her quirk as apposed to sending her back to the preschool. He would prove to teach Kaya all kinds of things about her quirk and the potential behind it.

Another time she popped in on Toshinori as he was teaching class 1-A. They were in the middle of a training simulation and Toshi had to jump into action to save her from the crossfire between his students. He hadn't moved that quick in weeks and held his All Might form for a good 30 seconds after rescuing the girl as he had gotten terriblly worked up thinking about how much she could have hurt herself. His students stopped their antics to find out what had suddenly brought All Might's hero form out and sent someone to let Present Mic know Kaya was on the training grounds.

🎙Kaya had to wear a special bracelet to alert others of her quirk and had her father's agency's phone number on it for emergencies or in case she teleported somewhere and got lost.

🎙Kaya would learn to better control her teleportation quirk faster than most kids as she had some of the best teachers in the world giving her tips and watching over her.

🎙Aizawa was a big help. He rarely had to erase Kaya's quirk, but it did come in handy on the occasions Kaya couldn't concentrate enough to stay in one place.

🎙Kaya spent all her time with the teachers of UA. They all took it upon themselves to teach her valuable lessons and give her memorable experiences.

🎙People would ask Hizashi if he would ever start dating again, but he would just tell people he already had everything he needed.

He had his daughter and an amazing support system behind him. He was happy.

It wasn't until USJ that he remembered how quick happiness can be taken away.

🎙It felt like losing his spouse all over again. He almost lost Shouta. The one person he can rely on no matter what.

It reminds him that there's no time like the present to live your life and take chances.

🎙He confesses in that hospital room. In a moment of quiet tenderness he tells Shouta he's in love with him and he wants him to move in with him and Kaya. This life could end at any moment, so he wanted Aizawa close to cherish every bit of it.

Aizawa was going to need the extra help anyway, but that's not why he agrees.

He loved Hizashi too.

🎙And together they raise Kaya. And Eri. And Shinsou.

And they both get the big family they always wanted.

And they both enjoy every last day with eachother.

#bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha #aizawa shouta #eraserhead #yamada hizashi #single dad present mic #present mic #headcannons #kaya from z nation boi

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ijustwant2write · 6 years ago

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The New Rule-Arthur Pendragon x Male!Reader

(GIF credit to @bradleyjamesjr)

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Anonymous requested: ‘Could you do an Arthur pendragon/Male!reader where the reader is kind of anxious about anyone finding out and Arthur tries to calm him down? I wouldn’t have asked, it’s just that I can’t find any already written and your stuff is pretty good. Feel free to add to or tweak the story, of course.’

Characters: Arthur Pendragon x Male!Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name, (Y/L/N)= Your last name

Warnings: Homophobia, arguing, slight fluff, angst

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I knew it wasn’t normal in this society, I knew that it would never be accepted. But how was one supposed to ignore such strong feelings? Pretending to be someone else became exhausting, but I had to keep the act up, otherwise my life could be in danger. What was a man supposed to do when he loved the prince, and when the prince loved him back? Nothing apparently.

“Come on, (Y/L/N)! Your attacks are weak today, you need to try harder!” Leon shouted over the noise of our swords clashing.

Frustrated, I pulled back, stopping to catch my breath. This was the only way I could let out any anger that had built up in me, but right now my mind wasn’t in the right place for sparring.

“That’s enough for today, don’t you think?” I huffed, sticking the sword into the ground.

“What is wrong with you today (Y/L/N)? You seem to get more miserable by the day.”

“Well aren’t you just sweet? I’m fine, just not been feeling well as of late.”

“Have you seen Gaius, perhaps he can help you?”

“I will not bother him with a mere headache, Leon. He has more important things to attend to.”

“A knight of Camelot should never face illness, we all have duties to uphold.”

“I know. Speaking of, we really must get ready for our meeting with Arthur, I feel as if something is wrong.”

Relieved to be finished with Leon, I made my squire tidy up after me, hoping to catch the prince before our meeting. We needed to talk...well I needed to speak with him at least. This secrecy had been going on for too long, and for some reason I was beginning to grow tired of it. Where were we going to go from here? He was the prince, he had duties to uphold and laws to keep in place; couldn’t really go round and break his own rules now could he?

I had been born and raised in Camelot, along with many generations of my family. It was good here, we were well off, with good ties to the royal family, especially when I became a knight. We were invited to every event, every royal ceremony; Arthur and I became good friends over the years, until he had to start learning about how to be a king. But growing up. I always felt slightly different form the other boys we played with.

We were always told stories of princes rescuing damsels in distress, trailing foreign, barren lands full of monsters, and that their reward was always a kiss. The boys always seemed to love this, liking the fact that the girls gave them all their attention, especially when we were learning to fight. What with Arthur being future king of Camelot, it made him extremely popular in that area, girls lusting over him as I tried to spend time with him; they always seemed to annoy me, though I had no clue as to why. Perhaps it was because my mother had droned on and on about me someday marrying a woman of high society, meaning that I was constantly reminded of that when girls came near me....no I knew that wasn’t the answer. Deep down my true thoughts were desperate to tell the truth, reveal my biggest, and darkest secret that could turn my whole life upside down. But I never have, not to anyone but Arthur that is.

Arthur was my friend, we knew everything about each other, practically spending every moment together. He was so kind, so brave, so confident in himself (nothing like his father, thank god), he was everything I had ever looked for in a person. Somehow we just clicked. And it was not just I that wanted to be around him all the time, I soon found out he felt the same. We both knew it was wrong, both had moments we doubted that we could ever be together, but we always pulled each other through in the end, somehow able to hide it away from the world. However, Arthur’s days of being the prince were coming to a fast end, he was soon to be king and would be in the limelight a lot more as soon as that crown was placed upon his head.

As I entered the throne room, I started rambling, knowing that it would be just Arthur there,“Arthur, I was hoping that I would catch you first, I must...oh I’m sorry for interrupting sire.”

I quickly composed myself as I realised that Arthur was in the company of a young woman. Her hair reached down past her waist in tiny ringlets, almost hiding the similar tiny waist of hers, but accentuating the colour of her dress that seemed to pool around her feet; as she turned to face me, I marveled at her angelic face, the soft, delicate features being illuminated by the rays of light coming through the windows. She was beautiful, and I already had an idea as to why she was here.

The other knights swiftly joined us, also being stunned by her beauty. She didn’t seem phased as we looked over her, holding her posture and regal attitude once Arthur started speaking.

“Gentlemen, thank you for joining me. I understand that you have a busy schedule but this too is important.” He held a hand out to the woman, gesturing for her to step forward.“This is Evelyn, the princess of Ardenia. Evelyn, I give you the knights of Camelot.”

Respectively we knelt down on one knee, bowing our heads before we were instructed to rise. My heart started to beat fast, just like it had when Arthur and I shared our first kiss; but that was a thrilling sensation, this just wanted to make me sick.

“It is an honour to meet the noble knights I have heard such wondrous stories about.” It was as if she was singing, everything about this woman was perfect.

“Ardenia and Camelot have been dealing with trades alone, but after seeing the fall of our trades recently, we have decided to combine our forces.”

No, this wasn’t happening. It was all a bad dream, karma for having too many pints with Gwaine in the tavern.

“After much consideration form both of our fathers, they have come to the conclusion that we are to be wed.”

There it was.

My whole world, my dreams, my hopes, crushed by that one sentence. They were going to be married and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I stood tall, breathing in and out deeply quietly, hoping no one noticed as I tried to keep composed. Arthur wouldn’t even look at me, we couldn’t risk falling apart.

“Besides the council, my father and obviously Evelyn’s own father and council, you are the only ones to know of this. That is because we must journey to Ardenia to escort Evelyn’s father back to Camelot.”

Evelyn spoke up, a smile on her face as she did so.“I’m afraid my father is very paranoid. He sent some of our best knights to accompany me on the journey, thus leaving him without his men by his side. It’s just a precaution.”

“Merlin, please would you escort Evelyn to her chambers, we must start debriefing.”

Merlin did as he was told, guiding Evelyn out of the room. As she floated past the knights, I could see that they were all in a trance, gazing after her as they closely watched her every move. My eyes remained on Arthur, who finally looked at me. His expression was blank, he was hiding what he truly felt, a skill he was all too good at.

“Sire, are you sure you need all of us to go with you?” Gwaine started, slightly smirking.“I just think the princess could do with some better protection.”

“I think Evelyn will be just fine.” Arthur quipped back.“All of you gather round the table, we have much to discuss.”

I was glad when the meeting was over, it had gone by way too slowly for my liking. Arthur ignored me the whole time, acting very stern and blunt when explaining his plans. Once Arthur dismissed everyone, I heard their mumbles, blaming Arthur’s mood on the fact that he was now stuck in an arranged marriage; if only it were so simple.

“Arthur,” I called his name as the doors shut,“why didn’t you tell me about this?”

“What was I supposed to say? It all happened so fast, I had to agree!”

“Did you? Did you really have to agree to it?”

“Yes! Our father’s arranged it, it’s for the good of the people.”

“I can’t stand by and watch you be with another, even if you aren’t in love with her. All this time we have had to hide, how will we do that when you have a wife?”

Arthur sighed, taking fast steps towards me. I let him hold my hands, squeezing them ever so slightly as he tried to think of his next words.

“We’ve talked about these things before. We both knew that it would happen.”

“You’re going to deny what we have? Our love for each other will just be thrown away as if it is some rubbish?”

“No! No, I would never think nor do that. (Y/N), for now I don’t know what we’ll do but we’ll figure out something, I promise.”

“Kiss me? We have’t been this close and alone for a long time.”

For the first time that day, we both smiled as we leaned in to kiss, having to make it brief in case we were walked in on; though it was enough for now, the future for us was uncertain.

When dawn broke, the journey to Ardenia was commencing. We were all checking over our supplies, ensuring we had everything we would need for any scenario. I endured the knights talk of Evelyn, everyone so amazed by her as a whole person. The kingdom seemed to love her already, excited for their new addition the royal family; if things were different, that would be me.

“Arthur.” Evelyn called out as she stood on the steps, capturing the attention of those around her.

He climbed up the steps to her, making it seem as if she were taller. I watched with envy as she placed a hand upon his cheek, obviously thankful that he was helping her family. I really shouldn’t have held anything against her, all that she had done was be a part of a political movement, she too had no choice in the matter.

“Does the princess happen to have a sister? Or perhaps an equally lovely lady in waiting?” Gwaine pestered Arthur as we entered the forest on horseback.

“No Gwaine, there is no one that would be slightly interested in you.” Arthur nonchalantly replied.

“You’ll really have it all once you marry her. A beautiful wife, a throne, a whole kingdom.” Percival sighed.

“(Y/N), you’ve been awfully quiet. Finally realised that the princess wasn’t for you?” Leon teased.

I was in no mood for that.“Surprisingly, I seem to be the only one who’s head isn’t in the clouds.”

“Alright, no need to snap.” Gwaine intervened.“A man can dream right? Especially about Evelyn.”

I rolled my eyes, making my horse move faster so I passed them, ending up just behind Arthur as I slowed down. He quickly looked over his shoulder, having heard everything but choosing to ignore it. The journey was boring, no one spoke of anything other than Evelyn, and although I did not want to hate the poor, young woman, it was extremely hard not to. Once nightfall arrived, we made sure to set up camp, having only one more day to get to Ardenia. Sitting around the fire with our bowls of broth, my eyes drifting over to Arthur, who sat away from us, going over the map as if he didn’t already know where he was going. Picking up another bowl, I headed over to him, thankful the others didn’t watch or join us.

“You already know where you’re going. Stop worrying.” I smiled as I covered the map with the bowl.

Arthur let out a short, breathy laugh, swapping the map for the bowl as I sat beside him.“Thank you. (Y/N)...I just want ti apologise for the way I’ve acted recently. I haven’t been seeing you as much as I should have, I’ve been cold and horrible. Also I should have told you about Evelyn, perhaps we could have worked out a way to avoid it.”

“I accept your apology. As for Evelyn...well like you said before, it’s not like we could get out of you marrying a woman.”

“But what if there was? Maybe not now, but some time in the future where we could get married?”

“You would marry me?”

“Of course. I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember, why wouldn’t I?”

I was speechless. He was too pure at times, when he showed his true self it was the best version of him. Subtly, he slipped his hand into mine, making me flinch as my head darted back to the others, worried that they had seen it.

“Arthur, we shouldn’t risk it-”

“They can’t see us, don’t worry. Let me do this.”

Our moment was short lived as the others finished their meals, leaving the mess for Merlin to clean up. To not look suspicious, we joined the rest of the knights, finally able to drop our attitudes and have some fun before being serious the next day. There was still a slight nagging from my conscience, telling me that something needed to be done about Arthur and I, but i ignored it, not wanting to ruin such a moment.

We made it to Ardenia before noon the next day, and were greeted by a gracious king and his court. Being treated with such respect was always a good feeling, the others reveled in it, happy that we were given a proper meal and rest before we set off again.

As we dived into the luscious food, I noticed Arthur and the king leave, no doubt discussing the wedding. Now was my time.

All throughout the night, I had laid awake and thought of my future. It was time to stop daydreaming, try to plan the rest of my life, stop waiting around for Arthur. I would always love him, and because I did, I would never want to ruin his reputation; Arthur was going to be an amazing king, and I wouldn’t get in his way.

Getting ready to leave again, I approached Ardenia’s captain guard, bowing respectively.

“Can I help you Sir (Y/L/N)?” He asked.

“Yes actually. I was wondering if you were looking to have anymore knights in Ardenia?”

#Arthur Pendragon #arthur pendragon imagines #arthur pendragon imagine #arthur pendragon one shot #arthur pendragon x reader #gay #gay couple #merlin #merlin bbc

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taexual · 7 years ago

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I Want Desire [2] / Mark x Reader (SMUT)

OTHER PARTS: 01 - Got7 Mafia AU / 02 / 03 / 04 / 05 / 06 / 07 / 08 / 09 / 10 / 11 / 12 / 13 / 14 / 15 - The End

Pairing: Mafia AU!Mark x Reader

Warnings: SMUT, some angst, mark being a smug asshole and a tease

Words: 2.8k

Request: omg that got7 mafia arranged marriage au was so 😍😍. Can I maybe request a scenario based on this for mark? Like kinda a part 2 thing? 💕💕

Thank you for this request, hope you enjoy!! 🖤

The remaining day after you and Mark had shared a kiss was the equivalent of a horror movie for you. You tried to avoid him as much as you could and this resulted in some very ridiculous, espionage-like actions. You looked both ways before exiting a room. You ran down the hallways when you heard Mark’s steps somewhere in the house. You even avoided getting food so you wouldn’t run into him.

Which was why, by dinner time, you were stuck sulking in your room, listening to your grumbling stomach and your thoughts, which kept asking you, why on Earth have you been avoiding your own husband?

Because of the kiss, you wanted to yell, trying to understand where the hell did you find enough confidence in you, to even approach Mark in that way. And, although you couldn’t find any answers to your question, the fact remained the same. You and Mark had kissed and life wasn’t going to be the same anymore.

Someone knocked on your door, then. With your heart nearly jumping out of your chest, you stood up from the bed and quickly looked over your options. You could open the door and face Mark (because no one else ever came to your room). Or you could jump out of the window.

Deciding he wasn’t worth the injuries you’d suffer if you actually jumped, you took a deep breath, and opened the door of your room.

“This is very rude of you,” Mark - dressed all in black - said, walking past you into the room. “First, you avoid me like the plague, and then you lock me out of our bedroom? What have I done to unleash such fury?”

Not knowing which argument to address first, you hesitated for a moment.

“I wasn’t avoiding you,” you decided to say.

Mark snickered. “Right. So, when you saw me this afternoon in the hallway on the third floor, you ran in the other direction because you felt like going for a jog, yeah?”

You hadn’t realized he had seen you then. Understanding that you messed up, you just huffed and looked away from him.

“I still don’t agree with your decision to just start sleeping here, by the way,” you tried to change the topic and crossed your arms over your chest.

“Oh?” Mark’s teasing smile appeared on his face. “But you kind of gave me a different impression this morning.”

You had naively hoped that the topic of the kiss wouldn’t come up. But this was Mark. He was relentless when it came to annoying you.

“I only did that to prove to you that you don’t intimidate me,” you tried to defend yourself.

Mark found your statement challenging and he took a step closer to you until his face was mere centimeters away from yours.

“I don’t intimidate you, huh?” he said in a low voice.

Shakily, you replied, “Not in the slightest.”

Excruciatingly slowly, Mark leaned in closer, so his face hovered above your neck. He wasn’t touching you but you could feel his warm breath on your skin and that was enough to send shivers down your spine.

“How about when I do this?” he asked and then placed a soft kiss on the crook of your neck. “Or this?”

You inhaled sharply. “I have no idea what you’re trying to do but it’s not working. I’m completely unfazed.”

But Mark could see the way your body responded to his touch, and until you admitted how much influence he had on you, he wasn’t going to stop.

“Completely unfazed?” he repeated, his lips brushing against your neck again. “So, if I kissed you right now, you wouldn’t completely fall apart?”

You scoffed, although your heart was starting to race and excitement was already settling in your stomach. “You’re not that good of a kisser.”

Mark moved back from your neck and looked at you with a devilish glint in his eyes.

“You and I both know that’s not true,” he said. “But I have to admit, your resistance is really admirable. Although, it’s obviously just a way to get me to touch you again.”

“It’s really not,” you said out of spite. His cocky facial expression was beginning to really piss you off. “It’s a way to get you to fuck off.”

“Such a pretty face,” Mark said with a smirk. “But such a dirty mouth.”

“Yeah. What are you going to do about it?” you asked, not yet understanding how excited Mark got after hearing you say this.

“I know very well what I’m going to do,” he started slowly, his gaze suddenly similar to that of a predator.

Your stomach flipped upside down, and you tried your best not to be thrown off balance. “Is that so?”

Mark grinned, licking his lips. “Lock the door.”

You forgot the meaning of all words suddenly. So, you just stood there for a moment, completely frozen. And then you realized that no one, aside from you and Mark, ever came to this room. Which must mean that he just wanted to check if you’d obey him. And you didn’t want to. But, oh God, were you excited to find out what he’d do next.

You locked the damn door and turned to look at him with a fake-annoyed expression on your face.

“Happy?” you asked, your voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Very,” Mark said, making his way to you, forcing you to back up into the door. “Now kiss me.”

Everything was on fire all of a sudden. Your skin, your insides, your body. Your face, too, probably. But Mark watched you, expectantly.

“W-what?” you managed to stutter, hoping to win a few more moments of self-control before you completely gave in to your urges.

“I said kiss me,” Mark repeated. “Come on, you’ve done it before. Only that was a kiss a child gives his parents. I want you to kiss me properly. Like you mean it.”

You weren’t sure if those were the type of kisses that children shared with their parents. It seemed like a proper kiss to you. And yet Mark wanted you to give him more. To kiss him like he had kissed you that morning when trying to prove a point.

Suddenly afraid to do something wrong, you just watched him.

“Kiss me,” Mark repeated, quieter this time. “Please.”

That one word. That one little word. It sent your hands flying around his neck, with your lips immediately landing on his. You heard Mark sigh in relief when you finally did what he was asking you to do, and he chose to waste no time, so he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

Kissing him felt like a well-deserved award after a torturous day of trying to avoid him.

As your lips moved in perfect sync, your hands got tangled in his hair. Not really meaning to, you pulled a strand of his hair, forcing him to growl and pull away from you momentarily.

“Fuck,” Mark whispered breathlessly and attacked your lips with his own, this time even more passionately.

His tongue was in your mouth, his hands under your shirt, caressing the skin on your back. The feeling of his cold hands against your warm body caused you to sigh into the kiss, and that almost drove him insane.

“Y/n,” Mark breathed, moving away from you again. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

“Tell me,” you said with new-found confidence before you kissed him again.

Mark groaned, grabbing your waist and pulling you up, indicating that he wanted you to jump. You did just that, wrapping your legs around his waist, and still not breaking the kiss.

“I want you,” he said, as he sat down on the bed with you in his lap. “So fucking much.”

You breathed deeply when Mark attached his lips to your neck. You tried lifting his shirt but that proved to be difficult when he was sucking on your sweet spot.

“Take your shirt off,” you moaned out, taking control of the situation.

Mark complied, leaning back a little and pulling his shirt over his head as fast as he could so he could feel you with his lips again. He kissed you while his hands moved down your back and landed on your ass, squeezing it, and earning another moan from you. A moan that sent Mark’s brain into overdrive.

“Fucking shit,” he whispered, now frantically pulling your shirt off of you and swinging your bra across the room the next second.

You had expected him to kiss you again, but Mark stopped. He just watched you, his eyes – along with his hands – slowly sliding down your curves. You could physically see his vision cloud with lust as he watched your bare body in front of him.

“You’re so beautiful, baby,” he said, his eyes slowly returning to yours. “I’m going to fucking wreck you.”

Excitement overcame you as you pushed his chest, forcing Mark to fall on his back with you straddling him. You saw his face fill with desire as he bit his lip while he watched you try to unbuckle his belt.

Succeeding finally, you wasted no time in getting rid of his pants, leaving him in his underwear. You were more than ready to get rid of the only piece of clothing that was left on him, but Mark decided that he had enough of you being in control.

With one quick move, he flipped you over so that now you were under him, and kissed you, while he used one of his hands to support his weight above you, and the other hand to slide your pants down your legs. His moves were slow and teasing, and you were slowly losing all patience.

“Mark,” you whimpered.

“What, baby?” he answered, his hands toying with the waistline of your panties. “What do you want me to do?”

“Touch me,” you said, feeling your whole body ache for him, for his touch.

“You want me to touch you?” he repeated, finally sliding your panties down your legs, though at a painfully slow pace.

“Yes,” you breathed. “Just do something.”

“You’re not asking very nicely, baby girl,” Mark said, while he drew circles on your inner thighs with his hands.

“Mark, please,” you begged, not sure how long you’ll be able to endure his teasing. “Please, touch me.”

With a cocky grin on his face, and with no warning, Mark let his fingers brush against your thighs one more time, before sliding into your heat. You’ve been waiting so long for this, and yet you were still caught off guard by how good it felt.

His fingers moved softly, almost as if he was afraid to hurt you. Refusing to endure any more of his teasing, you arched your back off the mattress, letting him know that you wanted more. Mark got your hint pretty quickly and started to move faster, never releasing his eyes from your face so he could read your emotions.

“F-fuck,” you whimpered quietly, trying to hold your moans back.

“Let me hear you,” Mark encouraged as he placed his lips on your neck, bringing you even closer to the edge. “Tell me how good you feel.”

“S-so good,” you breathed. “So fucking good.”

Mark hummed as he fastened his pace, earning a loud moan from you. Your hands grabbed onto his shoulders, desperately needing to hold onto him.

“I’m s-so close,” you managed to say and then bit your lip, trying not to scream out in pleasure.

And then Mark withdrew his fingers, choosing not to warn you before doing that, either. Your eyes shot open and you were met with his lustful gaze.

“What are you—” you started but were cut off when he locked your lips in a messy kiss.

As he pulled away from the kiss, he bit your lip, forcing you to gasp and look at him in surprise.

“I’ve always wanted to do that,” he said, chuckling darkly. “Actually, I want to do a lot of things to you.”

“Tell me what kind of things,” you said, watching Mark get off the bed to take his boxers off.

He stroked himself a couple of times before grabbing your hips and dragging you to the edge of the bed.

“I won’t tell you,” he answered your previous statement. “But I’ll show you one of them.”

You had no time to properly understand what he just said or to even breathe, before he wrapped your legs around his waist and plunged into you roughly.

You cried out in surprise and he stopped moving instantly, giving you time to adjust. He watched your reaction while biting his lip and trying his best to control himself and not start moving before you allowed him to.

“Baby,” he said in a strained voice, then. “I c-can’t. You feel too good. Can I move?”

Slowly but certainly, you nodded. Relieved, Mark pulled out slowly and then thrust back in, forcing you to throw your head back with a loud moan.

“Fuck,” you said when he stopped for a moment again, and then repeated the slow but rough thrust, groaning when he saw you grab the sheets of the bed.

“You look so good like that,” he said in a breathy voice as he started to move a little faster. “But you feel even better.”

Mark leaned in closer to you, reaching new depths and with a few thrusts, managing to find your sweet spot.

“Fuck, Mark,” you moaned, your hands grabbing his shoulders. “Do that again.”

He thrust into you with more force this time, hitting the spot inside of you repeatedly. The sound of your moans turned him on even more, even though he wasn’t sure if that was even possible. Then, when you dragged your nails down his back, probably not even realizing what you were doing, he hissed and swore under his breath.

“Y/n,” he groaned. “God, you’re so fucking hot.”

“Oh, God,” another moan left your lips. “F-faster. Please go fas—”

Before you even finished the sentence, Mark’s hips sped up, thrusting into you harder, deeper, and at a pace so fast, that he had to hold himself back not to come undone just at the sound of you gasping for breath and moaning his name every time he hit your g-spot.

“Oh, fuck,” you breathed. “I’m so close.”

Mark leaned even closer to you, resting his arms on each side of you to support his body above yours, while he rammed into you harder, even though you thought it wasn’t possible for him to go faster.

“Come for me, baby,” he whispered in your ear.

The feeling of his hard body against yours, along with the rapid movement in and out of you was more than enough to get you over the edge, but it was his raspy voice whispering encouraging words into your ear, that forced you to scream out his name as you reached your high.

Mark was holding your body in his arms while you rode out your high, but the sight of you at the peak of pleasure was enough to send him over the edge, and he felt himself come right after you, groaning loudly and slowing down involuntarily, until the two of you turned into a mess of sweat and deep breaths.

He kept your body tightly pressed against him even after he stopped moving. Listening to you breathe deeply in an attempt to recover, he felt himself get turned on again.

“Y/n,” he said, pulling away from you enough to see your face. “You’ll be the death of me.”

You laughed. “I’m pretty sure it’s the other way around.”

Mark smirked, rolling off of you, but not moving too far. Suddenly feeling cold, you sat up on the bed, ready to dress up again but Mark grabbed your hand.

“We’re not done here,” he said in a deep voice.

Your heart started to beat faster and the familiar excitement returned. “We’re not?”

“Oh, baby, once I had a taste of you, I won’t be able to get enough,” he replied, pulling you on top of him. “So, no. We’re far from done.”

This is purely fictional. Real-life people are in no way connected to the characters in this story. The characters have no relation to their real-life selves, either.

#got7 #got7 reactions #got7 imagines #got7 scenarios #got7 fanfiction #got7 smut #kpop reactions #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop smut #kpop fanfiction #mark tuan #mark tuan smut #got7 mark #got7 mark smut #mark tuan reaction #mark tuan one shot #mark tuan fanfiction

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pernanegra · 7 years ago

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Thoughts on Whole Cake Island arc and chapter 902

The Whole Cake Island arc is finally coming to an end.

How do I feel about it? Well... I have mixed feelings. I thought the first half was really great, it had almost everything I could hope for: a real sense of danger, interesting villains (especially Pudding tricking everyone), new characters, inner conflicts and dilemmas... everything was leading to a great climax, and since this is One Piece, everyone thought that the fights (and perhaps new powers) were granted - it wasn’t.

Instead, Oda decided to make some choices that I can’t help but feel like he wasted a lot of potential. Starting with the “fake” handcuffs: it seemed like a cheap way to get rid of a problem he created but regreted later. In my opinion, the Strawhats inflitrating the castle, like a heist, could be really interesting and could give us an emotional reunion with Sanji while they open the handcuffs.

The fake mask Sanji was wearing to hide his wounds was also a missed opportunity to make the Strawhats know about Sanji being a victim of abuse or even his entire past. It could be also an interesting scenario because Nami slapped his face without knowing about it. It seems like the only purpose of the mask was to make Pudding mock his injuries.

We ended up getting a funny heist to save Brook and the emotional reunion with only Sanji and Luffy (which was great), while Sanji communicated later with the rest by mirror shards - which lessed a lot the impact imo - but still was a nice scene. Oda skipped the group reunion immediately to show Capone’s plan.

Knowing about the plan was really anticlimactic to me. It was clear that it wouldn’t work as intended. The mother Carmel picture seems like just a set up for Elbaf, but back then it felt out of place and a really random condition to make Big Mom go “berserk”.

Which was also really disappointing as the yonkou was played like a fool by Nami, Brook and the others while she was chasing the SHs. The whole point about the cake being necessary to stop Big Mom was proved to be counter-effective. It seemed like she was really close to be defeated by lack of energy and while the cake really distracted her, it restored her strength. All the panels with Sanji and the cooks making the cake feels odd now. Despite Sanji being confirmed to be an extraordinary cook, the reaction the readers were expecting from Big Mom wasn’t really delivered by Oda.

Luffy was the only one that shined through fights, by defeating Cracker and Katakuri, two sweet commanders. It’s expected from the protagonist, but him being the only one, while the rest of the crew worked mostly as distractions and fought or clashed lesser opponents, was really bad to me. But it wasn’t only the good guys, Smoothie especially didn’t do anything relevant as a villain. The Germa also had few panels to show something, but at least they had some cool moments.

That said, let’s talk about Pudding, the most controversial character of this arc. She started as a sweet girl who seemed to be a perfect match for Sanji. Since she was supposed to be his bride, it made sense to make her exactly like that. It’s fair to create a certain narrative tension by making the readers wonder if Sanji would really tie the knot or not. If Pudding was immediately despicable, there wouldn’t be any tension, Oda wouldn’t pair one of the main characters with someone bad.

Then, the plot twist happened with Pudding being a great actress and a savage, by shooting Reiju and mocking Sanji in one of his most hopeless moments. She was supposed to be his “ray of hope”, which made her betrayal even more cruel but still epic from a narrative standpoint. It felt like a great and a progressive decision from Oda back then. There were several lessons we could take from that chapter, but one that I think it would be great is that appearances can be deceiving, and that not all girls are innocent. That could be really an interesting point for Sanji’s character as he tends to idolizes women and receives a lot of criticism in the fandom for that.

It happens that Oda didn’t want that, he basically rewrote Pudding’s character (adding the infatuation caused by a ludicrous compliment about her third eye) and last chapter seems some sort of a retcon of her actions, by making all her cruel deeds somewhat justified by the way she was raised. She ended up being another victim and a less interest character to me, despite all the depth. It seemed like Oda regreted making her evil or he wasn’t sure what to do with her character (actually the second half of the arc looked like he didn’t know the direction he wanted). Certainly, most if not all villains have a sad past that explains how they became the person they are. Doflamingo and Arlong are great examples of that. Pudding, however, was redeemed and it’s really likely that we are seeing her again and this time, it has great chances that she will be a damsel in distress by the vibes of this chapter, if she is not escaping.

Regarding her romantic feelings, we had the goodbye kiss, like it was expected, and it came from Pudding (she “stole” it), she is the one really sad about parting ways. Sanji was ready to say goodbye and didn't think twice about her. This doesn’t look like someone who is parting ways with someone he loves:

Sanji finds Pudding attractive and he is grateful for everything she did, but it’s just that. To me, their relationship looked really one sided, even knowing that Sanji was with heart eyes after the kiss, but that's the usual Sanji and I can see him reacting like that if Kalifa or Viola kissed him. He is still a perv. xD I think Pudding knows that Sanji won't return her feelings:

Since she was an important character and the bride of this wedding themed arc, I think Oda decided to gave her a proper farewell. But it wasn’t only her. This chapter also showed Katakuri. I think Oda was making a parallel with the people Luffy and Sanji “converted” from the enemy side. Pudding is obvious, but we also get to see Katakuri smiling after knowing that Luffy escaped. Other parallel is Jinbei and Germa staying behind to defend the Strawhats. They are also doing this because of Luffy and Sanji, respectively. This arc was heavily about Sanji and Luffy. So, more than just a Sanji and Pudding moment, I think the intention behind this chapter is to show the human side of Pudding and Katakuri and how Sanji and Luffy affected them. They are both characters that had childhood problems, with the SHs accepting them the way they are, unlike many of the citizens of WCI.

Back to Pudding, it seems to me like this is the end of a romance that wasn't really meant to be, given the circunstamces of an arranged marriage. There is, of course, still the possibility of them meeting again in the future and I admit that the ship has more depth now and Pudding's feelings are genuine. It’s fair to say it’s a stronger ship now, but at the same time it feels to me like it’s destined to be tragic rather than canon. I just think that it's really difficult to imagine why Sanji discovering about this kiss would change anything from his side or how he would end up discovering it to begin with, as I don't think Pudding has the intention to reveal it:

Sanji still remembers everything except the kiss, and it doesn’t seem like Pudding really impacted him that much as we didn’t see Sanji thinking about her. I think the kiss will remain as Pudding's own memento of her bittersweet end - it was a last wish after all. Hopefully she will find someone like she hinted when they first met her at the café.

That said, I certainly don't blame people shipping them now because the angst was real from Pudding's side and people might want her to be happy with the guy she loves. It's unfortunate that Oda is really giving moments to ships, including SaNa, knowing that some of them won't happen in the end (perhaps none of them will happen). I really don't like this kind of bait and all sides can feel legit betrayed in the end after all the "tease".

It’s up to Oda, like always. But I’m glad that Sanji is back with the crew and that we are moving on from this arc. There are still many years to come from One Piece and we can take a lesson from this arc: a chapter can change everything, so until the end, there is hope for everyone. ^^

#one piece #chapter 902 #sanji #charlotte pudding #whole cake island

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livvybabyrocks · 6 years ago

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Part 1: The Beginning of Therapy

Isabelle Alto’s PoV:

Right now I’m hospitalized and placed under intensive care at the Brynmar Beach Health Center on the psychiatric ward for teenagers and I’m trying to put my finger on how I got here for the first time. Yes I’m angry at myself and at the people who found me and didn’t let me go. I was really sure about what I was doing. I was one hundred percent sure about wanting to die but my wish, my craving for eternal peace had gotten crushed once again. My pretty blonde best friend and I had ordered illegal sleeping pills to kill ourselves.The day after my aunts wedding we locked ourselves in the guest house with the hot tub and the sauna. We got drunk, to take away the fear, we’ve made love in the pool to feel worthy for once and eventually we fell asleep on the King sized bed, cuddled up to one another, all the pills had been swallowed. But we were found before all life was gone. We were found, rushed to the hospital and revived, against our will. Against my will.

I’m much ashamed of my actions, because my mother and my father cried beside my bed. They were devastated, shaking,in shock. They needed treatment more than I did at that point. On the bed next to me my pretty blonde friend was resting and I was relieved when I heard that she was going to be okay. Not because I thought that she deserved to live, but because I couldn’t be blamed for her death. My aunt, Chrissie Landgraab, would’ve definetely blamed me. She was cold and strict and super defensive over anything and anyone she loved. Pretty blonde Abigail was her foster child and maybe one day her daughter in law, even though Chrissie’s real son was tending to suck out the life of the insides of Abigail’s longues but that’s another part of our tragic story. The real tragic in this moment was this room filled with crying people. My parents were crying, my uncle was crying, even Abigail cried and even though Chrissie shed no tear, I know she was bleeding in an emotional matter and I believe that I was very hurt by what had happened but I myself couldn’t cry. I felt emotionally cold and dead inside. I was feeling guilty but more for having failed, while Abigail was devastated about the fact that she had “ruined their wedding”. She kept saying that in tears when really this wasn’t even the point.

Chrissie wasn’t too shy to announce that she believed that I was the one who had driven her foster child into trying to commit suicide. I wanted to snap back at her, tell her how her so perfect son had four different girfriends at the same time and had broken Abigail’s heart the day she had needed him the most, but he was there as well and more caring towards Abigail than ever before and I didn’t want to ruin that moment for my pretty blonde friend. I knew that there had been many people who had broken the little blonde girl but I also knew I wasn’t one of them.

While I slowly realized that this scenario right now wouldn’t turn out okay again so soon I started to search for an explaination in my head. And I still am trying to do so. When had I gotten so cold emotionally? The shock that really cut me loose from my emotions, was when my younger uncle had been taken away to boarding school. We had a very special bond. I loved Julian more than the rest of our family, more than any other human being. He was the half brother of my father and three years younger than me. I believe I was sort of a big sister to him, or even a mother figure. At least I had used to be, but he was a child of the moon and got taken away from the “The Secret” organisation to a school for supernatural kids. I knew he wouldn’t be coming back. My best chances would be seeing him at Christmas, when he wasn’t serving the military like all supernaturals had to. He had been my only real friend in all those years, he had lived with us. His room right next to mine. We weren’t interested in being popular or dating like my younger sister. We were happy as long as we were together. I had known this day would come but I had somehow pushed the thoughts as far away from me as possible but the moment eventually came.

Looking back the first weeks were definetely not the worst. We e-mailed everyday and I took care of his pregnant dog and that made me feel still connected and close to Julian but the email contact started to run lower. He started to tell me how much he loved it there, how he was happier than ever before. Without me. He made many friends in the first week, and send me pictures, of pretty girls he hung out with. He had a whole crew he hung out with everyday. Soon enough only a few sentences a week were what I got back to my pages long stories on home life. And then one day he consulted me for advice. He had fallen in love with a girl named Elisabeth, with similiar powers to his. Her family was highly ranked in the military. And he had been told that he could continue studying from home when he agreed to an arranged marriage.

I had been torn so much it physically hurt. I wanted him back home. Oh so much, more than anything and how he said that he was considering it because he missed me and didn’t want me to feel this miserable without him touched me deeply but I couldn’t imagine that he was going to be a married man soon. The thought of “losing” him to another woman was just too much. I didn’t quite understood my feelings towards the situation until it finally hit me. I had feelings for him, romantic feelings. I’ve had those feelings for a while, without realizing I did. I was so ashamed and denied every thought of this as strong as I could. I told him that I would appreciate him being able to marry someone he loved and shoved my feelings away, deep down into the secret depths of my soul no one could get to, not even me. For a while I was okay, happy about the fact that Julian might return home next year, even though he wouldn’t be returning alone.

But then came winter and winter was pretty exhausting. Our house was filled, more than usual. Our patchwork family got expended for a few weeks because Chrissie’s twin sister and her relatives visited over the holidays and for Chrissie’s wedding. I was stressed the entire time, for what I’m a very shy person, who prefers being on my own. One family outing or dinner or breakfast followed the others and the only person I enjoyed hanging out with, Abigail, got highly depressed over the holidays. We started talking about the possiblity of suicide. I told her my secrets and she told me hers. She tried to comfort me, with saying that I wasn’t really in love with Julian. I just missed him so much and during that time close attachment to a person could sometimes be confused as romance. We kissed that day. In the bathroom and for a while I believed that I maybe was in love with Abigail somehow. I had my first time with her and we grew very close, in secret.

On the day of the wedding we both reached our breaking point. I realized how I would never be a glamourising bride, standing under the wedding arch, looking into the eyes of my loved one. I was in love with my uncle. There was no more denying that, but this was wrong and so off. Now that I knew I would never be able again to look into Julian’s eyes. I couldn’t continue this sin but the sin lived so deep inside of me. It couldn’t be suffocated like that. I had to stop thinking an talking about it, I finally had to take the final step, so I couldn’t ruin other peoples lives with my messed up heart. Abigail must’ve come to a similiar realization for herself somehow. She said that she was ready now and so we set the date for tomorrow and tried to die together.

I could’ve tried saving Abigail, I could’ve tried to comfort her, but I had been selfish, I didn’t want to have to walk this final mile alone. Eventually no one of us mastered the final mile. We were both still alive. She has the potential to recover and be happy one day. I’m sure of that, but me, I’m not so sure about me. I feel deeply unhappy. I haven’t heard from Julian ever since that horror night and I’m scared he knows but doesn’t want to contact me. I’m not angry at my parents for placing me here against my will. I know with all my heart that they love me and I love them too, but sadly not enough. I’m kind of relieved I don’t have to be around Chrissie for a while, who hadn’t approved of any of my decisions lately. The nose piercing, the purple hair, indicators for trouble in her opinion and there I was. They call me trouble but that’s not my name.

Author’s note: I’ve been playing this family for a couple of years now and developed a huge passion for intensive story telling and I wanted to start sharing my sims stories, so here is part one of a long, hopefully entertaining series. :) Thanks for reading. Always open for feedback and/or questions.

Happy Simming

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The Commonest Sign of Demon Activity

And always, NIGHT and day, he was IN THE MOUNTAINS, and IN THE TOMBS, crying…

Mark 5:5

The madman of Gadara was led by demons to roam through lonely mountains and graveyards. This frightening scenario made the poor man cry constantly. You can see from this that demons love to frighten their victims. Fear is a pervading sign of the presence of demons.

In my opinion, the commonest sign of demon activity is fear. The pervading presence of demons is most easily noticed by the presence of fear. Most kinds of fear are of demonic origin! Through fear, Satan is able to keep most people in bondage.

And deliver them who THROUGH FEAR of death were all their lifetime SUBJECT TO BONDAGE.

Hebrews 2:15

Fear is actually a demon. It is not a mood or an attitude!

For God hath not given us THE SPIRIT OF FEAR; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.

2 Timothy 1:7

Evil spirits constantly minister fear. That is why Jesus constantly said to people, "Fear not." When demons have their way in your life, you will be afraid. They will minister fear about every conceivable thing to you. The whole human race is subject to diverse fears. Fear of sickness, fear of death, fear of tragedy, fear of witches, fear of the night, fear of divorce and the list goes on.

When people are born again, they initially find it difficult to trust in anything good. There is a fear of the church; there is a fear of pastors; a fear of the ministry and a fear of disappointment. The ability to walk by faith is the ability to walk free of the fears that plague all of us.

The demon, which controlled the madman of Gadara, took him into a frightening and lonely place that normal human beings would be scared to visit. This is where the devil had taken the man. You can see from this testimony that because the devil was in control, he placed the madman in a frightening location. As long as the devil was in control, he kept the man in a place of fear.

When demons are in control of your life, you will be afraid of many things. Perhaps the devil is giving you frightening pictures to scare you. That is what he did to the madman of Gadara. Through fear, Satan keeps many people in bondage. Read it for yourself:

Forasmuch then as the children are partakers of flesh and blood, he also himself likewise took part of the same; that through death he might destroy him that had the power of death, that is, THE DEVIL; And deliver them who THROUGH FEAR of death were all their lifetime subject to BONDAGE.

Hebrews 2:14-15

Once, I remember going for a prayer meeting in the mountains. I was having a meeting with several different pastors. We were all to arrive from different parts of the country, and converge at this particular location.

Somehow, one of the pastors got there before the rest of us. By nightfall, we had still not arrived. As it got darker, this pastor became frightened. He was scared to be alone in the house because it was a lonely house in the mountain. When we eventually got there, we realized that he had left the house. We found him later and he said, "I tell you, I could never stay in this house alone. It is so scary to be here alone." He looked shaken but relieved to see us.

I thought to myself, "The madman of Gadara was taken by the devil to a lonely mountain to live all by himself." Not only was he in a mountain but amongst the dead. The devil made him actually live in the cemetery. This is Satan's wish for you and me––to take us to the place of greatest fear. He wants us to live in perpetual fear. Almost all Christians harbour one fear or the other. It hounds us, influences us and guides us.

A cemetery is not a nice place to be; even in the daytime. Some years ago, I remember witnessing to my brother-in-law. He did not like me because I had told him that he would go to Hell if he didn't repent. He was very angry with me. Unfortunately for me, I happened to pick a ride with him one night. I thought that he was going to take me all the way to school where I was going, but to my surprise, when we got to the cemetery he dropped me right in front of it at midnight! I tell you, I was not happy at all to be at this cemetery at that time of the night.

This should tell you how wicked Satan and devils are. If the devil had a chance, he would place you in a cemetery and force you to live among the dead. It is comforting to know that the devil cannot just do what he wants with your life. If Satan had complete access to us, we would be turned into mad men dwelling in fear and isolation.

Let me ask you today: What fears are controlling you? If you are full of fear, remember that you are full of demonic influence. I cannot over-emphasize that fear is not just a thought. It is a demon. The presence of any kind of fear is a sign of demonic activity. If you are afraid to marry because of the troubled marriages around, I can understand you. However, the presence of fear is still the work of evil spirits in your life.

The Three Effects of the Demon of Fear

There are three effects of the demon of fear. These are spelt out in 2 Timothy 1:7. The Bible teaches that God has given us the spirit of love, the spirit of power and the spirit of a sound mind to replace the spirit of fear. Therefore, people with the spirit of fear are unable to love. They do not have power and do not have sound minds.

1. A sound mind is taken away by fear.

When you are possessed with fear, you behave abnormally. I remember one day, I went to a harbour with a group of children to visit a ship. Unfortunately, one of the children was so scared of the ships. She screamed and screamed and refused to get out of the car. In the end, we had to leave her in the car with someone attending to her. The child was totally controlled by the fear of ships. In a sense, this child looked abnormal in relation to the other children. The others were happy and excited about the excursion but she was unhappy and paralyzed by fear.

This is what happens to us when we are controlled by fear. Fear makes us become queer and live abnormal lives.

Evil spirits of fear control many women. They are unable to marry because they fear disappointment and the control that comes through marriage. Women who are not controlled by these fears marry easily. Others watch from afar and wonder how anyone could enter into such an arrangement.

I remember a beautiful Christian lady whose parents divorced when she was about twelve years old. It seems that this experience had so traumatized her as a little girl that she could not get married. Several handsome, responsible and spiritual young men wanted to marry this young woman, but repeatedly, she turned them away. She would enter relationships with these brothers only to break up without any substantial reason.

One day, I asked her why she had broken up with a certain handsome man of God. She could not give any concrete reason. When I told her that she was suffering from fear and pride, she got angry with me! From that time, I was not able to speak to her about marriage. The last I heard of her, she was unmarried and approaching her menopause.

It is only fear that makes a young beautiful girl "abnormal" (relative to other ladies). I am not saying it is abnormal not to marry but relative to most of the other girls in her age group, this lady was a little strange.

Fear takes away the soundness of your mind. Fear can turn you into a mad person. Fear can drive you along a queer road and no one will understand your behaviour. When the Spirit of God is upon you, fear will leave. The frightening things we see around us cannot govern us.

I know of a couple that got married on a Saturday. Unfortunately, the bridegroom died two days after his wedding. I know a lady whose husband died a few months after they got married. These are terrible experiences we see all around us. If we were to follow these fears, we would be immobilized and unable to function.

There are tragedies of all kinds everywhere. Planes crash and cars have accidents all the time. People die everywhere and under horrible circumstances. It was difficult for me to fly after the September 11 terrorist attack. However, I realized that if I were governed by fear, my ministry would be odd. I would be a man unable to sit on a plane. I would have to travel from West Africa to Europe by car or bicycle. Imagine that!

I have been in frightening car accidents. If I were to follow such fears, I would have to walk everywhere. The Spirit of God gives us a sound mind. The spirit of fear takes away the soundness of our minds. Do not walk in the spirit of fear. Remember that fear is a demon and whoever follows a demon will not prosper. Always remember that fear is a sign of the presence of demons.

2. Powerlessness is produced by fear.

When fear gets a hold of you, you become immobilized and unable to do the things God tells you to do. When I was beginning the ministry, I was afraid that it would not work. Fear takes away strength! "What about if it doesn't work? What about if she dies? What about if he gets cancer? What about if she is barren?" There are many things to fear. These fears paralyze you and make you unable to do the will of God.

Go in the opposite direction to where fear is leading you. That is how to overcome fear. Do the opposite of your fears. I know that fear is an evil spirit. I must not be controlled by evil spirits!

3. Love is destroyed by fear.

I learnt long ago that someone who fears me does not love me.

There is no fear in love; but PERFECT LOVE CASTETH OUT FEAR: because fear hath torment. He that FEARETH IS NOT MADE PERFECT IN LOVE.

1 John 4:18

Fear destroys love. It manifests itself in suspicion and uncertainty. If my church members are suspicious of me, they do not love me. If they constantly suspect me of evil, they do not love me. Fear destroys love and that is why perfect love casts out fear.

A fearful partner always destroys the "husband and wife" relationship. Fears and insecurities in one partner can lead to a total breakdown of marriage. Fear leads to suspicion, accusations and counter accusations. The home is turned into a courtroom where the first accused has to constantly defend and explain every move. It is not easy to be in the accused person's box. Fear is not a replacement for love.

Fear often attacks the most beautiful and blessed people. They have everything but happiness. They are scared that they might lose what they have. This is what happened to Job! He had everything and was a super-blessed person but he was afraid. When tragedy finally struck, he confessed that he had been fearful all along.

For the thing WHICH I GREATLY FEARED is come upon me, and that which I was afraid of is come unto me.

Job 3:25

Dear sister, you cannot make your husband love you when you are governed by insecurity! You are welcoming an evil spirit called fear into your home!

The wife of John Wesley, for instance, was someone who was blessed to have been married to one of the most committed Christian leaders of all time. However, it seemed that a spirit of fear and insecurity obsessed her. She could not stand the fact that John Wesley ministered to other women through letters. At a point, this great founder had to plead with his wife to be a friend, and not to suspect him or asperse (slander) him anymore. Notice from this excerpt, how John Wesley pleaded with his wife not to be suspicious of him.

But let me be your friend; suspect me no more; asperse me no more; provoke me no more. Do not any longer contend for mastery; for power, money or praise Attempt no more to abridge me of the liberty that I claim by God and man.

This spirit of fear seeks to gain control and guide the affairs of its victim. Some people's love is so intense that it manifests as fear and self-preservation.

The spirit of fear working through John Wesley's wife tried to guide his ministry and control it. John Wesley again wrote to his wife asking her to allow him to be controlled by God and his conscience. In other words, he was demanding not to be controlled by a spirit of fear but by God.

Leave me to be governed by God and my own conscience; then shall I govern you with gentle sway, and shew that I do indeed love you, even as Christ the church.

The end of this story is that John Wesley's marriage broke down. Love does not break marriages but fear does. Fear is an evil spirit. The presence of fear is the commonest sign of the presence of demons.

Traditionally, fear has not been labelled as a very evil thing. It is seen more as a weakness that some are prone to. Do not be deceived dear friend; fear is one of the highest kinds of demonic attacks anyone can experience. Fear has the power to totally change the course of your life if you allow it.

A few days before I saw the first dead person raised to life in my ministry, a spirit of fear attacked me. This evil spirit tried to direct me away from the crusade I was going to preach at. I would never have seen the grace of God in that dimension if I had followed the spirit of fear. God had to speak to me in a vision to deliver me from this spirit of fear.

May the power of God set you free from every evil spirit of fear!

Furthermore, by these few pages, my son, be admonished because of making many books there is no end.

by Dag Heward-Mills

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Guild Interview tape 1165234:

1# - ok, let’s begin 2# - you know this is complete bull... 1# - you know why your here because 2# - I keep telling you all that wasn't my fault! 1# - Like the other, what was it now, three times? 2# - six 1# - ok, how is bahamuts sweet ..(breath) ok, let’s just get this started. Beginning Guild member review with accompanying recording, stat your name for the record 2# - Jaune Dupree, yes like the old house of Dupree and all the stories and legends blar blar bar 1# - yes, I remember many of those stories from when I was growing up as a child, you come from a 'notable' family, let's start with them 2# - well my parents were Alexander and Joana Dupree. My dad was a knight of the realm, noble hero, champion of the helpless, all around great guy 1# - so what went wrong? 2# - was that a jab at me, thanks for be professional you assho.. 1# - NO, No I didn't mean it like that, I mean what happed next, clearly this didn't go well considering how you came to join the guild in the first place 2# - well just because my dad was a great guy doesn't mean the higher ups were. Our family was sworn in service to the king, but he was an inbred tool sworn to serve himself. Between the stupid ideas and the cruel treatment of his people they decided that they had had enough. And the first one's against the wall were, guess who, the guy who had been crusading in his name 1# - so what happened to you? 2# - well my dad made sure I could get away. I ended up spending a few months on the streets, constantly running and hiding. In the end, I didn't run fast enough 1# - oh? 2# - Someone found me and they knew who I was. He was an agent for one of the noble houses, don't know which one but that's how they wanted it. They had this plan for me. They figured 'someone is going to put this kingdom back together at some point, lets exploit it'. They would train me up, make me the perfect sleeper agent and then send me to some royal kingdom, either that one or whatever one seemed promising if the reconstruction never came around. I would 'reclaim my birthright' and be in a perfect position to do whatever they wanted. Assassinate a rogue element, manipulate trade deals or laws made to their own ends, you name it 1# - so they were responsible for your training? 2# - yeah, and not much else, psycho made the training gruelling to try and break me, you know he made me live rats? Do you have any idea how hard it is to eat rats from a swarm while they try to eat you? 1# - moving on, how did you come to join the guild? 2# - Well, after a few years turns out the guys in charge weren't as cunning as they thought. Don't know exactly how they found out but sure enough the guild raided his facilities. All the guys in charge were killed or ran and me and the other kids. I guess the boss saw something worthwhile in me since I hadn't been there as long so I wasn't as brainwashed. And that proves I can't possibly be a traitor or a team killer, the boss saved me and I will do anything to help him to repay that 1# - That does not actually prove anything, speaking of team killing, let's go over that starting with your first team 2# - Well we were hired to escort some noble girl to her fiancée as a part of some arranged marriage. We get their ok, they check her over and I get the horses while the others sort out the payment. Turns out the girl was real nervous about her wedding night and decided the fighter would be a much better "first-night" than the mystery groom, and the fighter obliged the night before we arrived. The second they find out we screwed the deal AND the girl, the guards go nuts, I only get out since I was in the stables. I go back that night but by then they had been dealt with. And by dealt with I mean beheaded and the heads stuck on pikes. I couldn't steal the whole heads since that would have alerted them, so I took the best thing I could cut off that wouldn't be noticed 1# - How did report call it, oh yes "a burlap sack full of ears" 2# - Well I had to improvise something! 1# - yes and you followed that incident by doing the same but with a bag of human jerky 2# - again, not my fault, we were flying back from a mission over a desert when it turns out it had been sabotaged. It’s hardly my fault I was the only one who kept the mission supplied ring of sustenance on because I hated the inflight food. Those things take a week to activate so they just ended up dropping like fly’s while I had to carry the bag of their equipment and remains for reviving. I had no idea the fact it was an old salt bag and the heat would literally turn their remains into jerky, I was just thankful it hadn’t started to smell yet 1# - from what I hear your reaction at the time was suitably surprised, although I don’t think anyone found it appropriate that you were literally rolling on the floor crying with laughter at your teammates corpse being presented to you 2# - I was taken by surprise, my nerves were shot to hell after a week walking through a desert, I was 1# - the review afterward that has already made it clear and on the record you were, as they say, ‘not in the right frame of mind’ 2# - you don’t have to say it that way… 1# - it’s hard not too when two weeks later you come back with another bag of pieces 2# - well maybe if you didn’t keep giving me morons to work with 1# - and its comments like that… 2# - no, they were idiots, we were asked to check out an old castle when they ran head first into carnivores sleeping moss 1# - bad fortune hardly makes them 2# - then the two elves in the middle of this patch who were the only one’s immune spent so long arguing about which path to take they ended up getting covered and eaten by said moss 1# - where were you during this 2# - at the back, no-one trusted me after the jerky incident so they wanted me out of the way and as far away as possible. No matter how much I shouted the two elves wouldn’t listen to me and I had to go back to town, get some supplies, come back and kill the moss before coming home with a bag of hedge trimmings. Stupid jerks made it hard to get a team after that 1# - not that it stopped you from coming back with bags constantly 2# - I am getting a lot of personal attacks here I do not appreciate 1# - and I don’t appreciate having to, over the space of a couple of years, explain how one team was ‘barbequed’ 2# - they went after a dragon in the open and no ranged attacks between them aside from the cleric with a bow. Do you know how long I had to hide in a river breathing through a reed until it got bored and left? 1# - a bag of ashes 2# - guy got his hands on a single wish spell and wished for the most powerful weapon of all, got some fancy tech wand that he broke the first time he used it and disintegrated everyone in a 60’ radius 1# - a bag of dried up, wait, am I reading this right? 2# - that team hated me a decided to haze me by not inviting me to the room with the several hot barmaids they picked up, their own fault they were succubus. After they were finished, those were the only parts of them left in any good condition, guess they had a sense of humour leaving charred skeleton with a bon.. 1# - and last, but certainly not least, the bag of human marbles 2# - I was acquitted of that one, the guys were chumps trying to use my reputation to blame me for their wrongdoings. I didn’t tell them to rob a church during a major religious gathering. Can I really be blamed that many of the head priests were high level clerics with implosion, it was all I could do to politely ask them for the remains so I could get them ‘punished’ back at the guild without being killed myself. Look is there a point to this aside from yelling at me again over this 1# - yes, we are here to try and access you suitability for fieldwork again in the 2# - wait, I’m getting a team again? Your finally letting me out! 1# - depending on the results of this review, yes. We are just starting a team and there is a need for someone of your skillset and experience. We only ask that you actually keep this one alive 2# - I keep telling you it’s 1# + 2# - not my fault 1# - yes, yes, you have made this comment perfectly clear 2# - any info on whose on it? 1# - you’ll learn soon enough 2# - so I passed 1# - more like I got sick of talking to you and just want you away from the guild for a while to save me from constant headaches 2# - don’t hold back on me, tell me how you really feel 1# - GET OUT OF MY OFFICE! 1# - (sigh) end Guild member review 3# - your thoughts old fried 1# - GUILDMASTER, sorry, I didn’t hear you come in 3# - that’s quite all right, I have ways of getting around quietly when I need it. What are your thoughts on the boy 1# - inconclusive, he doesn’t seem to be lying directly, but his past training could have involved conditioning for such tests or indoctrination and programming so he doesn’t realise he’s doing it. The fact remains he has survived so many team wipes he’s either sabotaging them or he really is that unlucky. I could take him in for more extensive testing if you… 3# - No, that quite enough for now, I have own way of testing, and some immediate plans for him. I am assigning Drashper as part of his team. 1# - my boy! But he’s just a librarian and he’s already under scrutiny, isn’t that why we’ve kept him off missions so long? 3# - We’ll never get an answer about if he does hold the same spark of chaos and destruction his parents had cooped up here. This team will sort out several of my problems at once. If Jaune is lying Draspher will have his own written account as evidence. If Draspher is too dangerous then we can act to ‘mitigate’ his threat and it will just be blamed on Jaunes bad track record 1# - I don’t like the fact you’re playing with my boy’s life with this ‘test’ 3# - you knew it would someday come to this the day you took him in. We both agreed he would need to be properly tested should the need arise. Besides, these are only the worst-case scenarios. I have faith in them both, as should you. Now come, I could do with a drink, and I ‘have faith’ that you need one too old friend 1# - that’s the best idea I’ve heard all day

#Side Story #interview tape

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