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darklove9314-blog · 2 years ago

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Nessian where cassian is rough and fucks her tits and maybe comes on her

Author’s Note: I decided to do something for Smuttober with this prompt. Involving Nesta, Cassian, and a Halloween Party I hope everyone enjoys it.

“Come on, Nesta! The last thing I want to be is late to my own girlfriend’s Halloween party!” Emerie shouted, taping her foot in impatience as she turned to Gwyn who only shrugged,

“You know Nesta, she isn’t leaving that bathroom until she looks like the epitome of perfection.” Gwyn reminded her making Emerie roll her eyes slightly.

Deep down she knew the real reason why Nesta was taking her time was because her ex, and Mor’s best friend, Cassian was going to be attending this party too.

It had been a messy breakup between the two, Cassian claiming that Nesta cared too little while Nesta spat that Cassian cared too much.

To Emerie both had been in the wrong, but ultimately it was Nesta who had called things off and then had went on a string of bad dates afterwards. Her latest conquest being Eris Vanserra of all people, a man that her girlfriend hated as much as she could possibly hate anyone, though she had told Nesta it would be alright to bring him tonight. Possibly to help her friend move on once and for all.

Emerie had no idea whether or not Cassian would be bringing a date, nor did she want to find out Nesta’s reaction if he did. Sighing, Emerie turned back to Gwyn, voice low so Nesta wouldn’t overhear them,

“Do you think Cassian is bringing someone?”

“If he is, he’ll be hard pressed to find someone who actually makes me jealous.” A voice said from up the stairs as Emerie’s gaze flickered up to Nesta her jaw nearly dropping at the sight of her friend.

Nesta stood at the foot of the stairs, her hair swept up into its signature braid as horns stuck out of her hair to complete her costume that showed every bit of Nesta’s skin that it could,

The devil costume Nesta had chosen was a bodysuit that exposed Nesta’s cleavage with black fishnet stockings and red high heeled boots that completed her look, a pitchfork in her hand to compete her look.

“Did you at least add the tail?” Gwyn asked her, breaking the silence.

A mischievous smile crossed over Nesta’s face as she pulled the makeshift tail from behind her.

“You know what they say, the devil is in the details.” Nesta smirked.

“Is this all for Eris?” Emerie asked as Nesta shrugged one shoulder.

“Maybe? Maybe not. Things between us have turned rather icy lately, I’m hoping to heat things up tonight, with or without him.” Nesta commented as Gwyn’s eyes caught Emerie’s before she turned back to Nesta.

“Are you sure it’s Eris you’re trying to hook up with?” She asked as Nesta looked at her in confusion.

“What do you mean by that?”

“She means that we know Cassian is going to be there and well-”

“Well what?”

“We know red is Cassian’s favorite color.” Emerie finished.

“So? It’s also Mor’s favorite color. Red is a lot of people’s favorite color. It doesn’t mean that I’m looking to get fucked by my ex boyfriend.”

“Just be careful, okay. Gwyn and I don’t want you to get hurt by him again. Same with Eris. We can already tell you’re not really interested in him.”

Nesta softened at their concern, but stayed firm,

“I’m just having fun with him. There’s nothing wrong with that. Besides it’s Halloween night, we should be having fun, causing a little mischief. It’s been a while since I've just let loose and I think more than anything I just need that tonight.”

Emerie stepped closer to Nesta, her smile assuring as she looped her arm through Nesta’s, Gwyn taking her other one as she answered,

“Then let’s go have the night of our fucking lives.”

The party was in full swing when Nesta, Gwyn, Emerie, and Eris stepped through the door, Eris’s hand on her lower back as they moved forward, Emerie’s face growing alight when her eyes landed on her girlfriend, Mor.

Mor’s smile turned up, looking as bright as a star as Emerie made her way to her, kissing and embracing her girlfriend, who stood by Azriel His eyes flickering towards her side at Gwyn.

“You should go talk to him.” Nesta suggested after she noticed a blush grazing Gwyn’s freckled face.

“What would I even say?” Gwyn whispered fiercely as Nesta’s eyes flickered towards the kitchen, her smile curving as an idea formed in her mind.

“Invite him to play beer pong, God only knows how competitive you both are.” Nesta answered,

“Who would even play with us?” Gwyn asked.

“Emerie and Mor are always down for a game of beer pong, now go on, enough excuses, tonight is the night you finally get exactly what you want. A night that all of us are going to remember.”

“What will you do?” Gwyn asked her, her gaze flickering to Eris who sighed.

“I’ll make sure she’s entertained while you’re gone, Gwyn, there’s no need to worry.”

“Only if you’re sure.” Gwyn drawled out as Nesta gave her a nod of encouragement,

“No more stalling, go over there and go get your man.” Nesta encouraged as Gwyn gave her one more nervous smile before heading over to where Mor, Emerie, and Azriel as Nesta turned back to Eris with a smile.

“Should I start referring to you as Nesta Archeron match maker?” Eris teased as Nesta threw a grin back at him.

“I wouldn’t call myself a match maker, that’s more Feyre’s job.” She reminded him wondering if her sisters were here tonight.

Something akin to frustration alite Eris’s face as his eyes flickered beyond to the dance floor,

“I wouldn’t say your sister is that great of a matchmaker, after all she did set you and that ex of yours up and look how that turned out.”

Nesta flinched slightly at the harshness of his words, no matter how true they were, she hated when Eris brought up Cassian. Hated that Cassian couldn’t be more then a mere thought in her memory.

“I don’t want to talk about Cassian tonight.” Nesta snapped, warning in her tone as Eris’s face remained stoic.

“Then what do you suggest we do instead?”

Nesta smiled, cocking her head to the dance floor,

“In the mood for a dance?” She asked.

He grasped her hand, pulling her to him with a smirk as he answered,

“Of course.”

His lips found hers as they tumbled on a couch beside them, Nesta letting out a laugh as Eris hooked her legs around his waist, pulling her closer to him as Nesta molded her body to his.

His hands intertwined in her hair, his nails digging into her ass as she deepened their kiss wanting to feel something, anything. Wanting nothing more than to let loose and have fun. Damning all the damn consequences to hell.

“Nesta, is that you?” A familiar voice asked, shocking Nesta so much that she jerked back from Eris, her gaze shifting to the couch beside her where her younger sister, Feyre sat in her boyfriend Rhysand’s lap, Rhysand gazing at her and Eris in disapproval. Of course he would. He was Cassian’s best friend after all.

Nesta shifted off of Eris’s lap, much to his disapproval as she straightened, fixing her costume before her gaze flickered back to Feyre trying to hide her embarrassment.

“What are you two up to?” Nesta asked, trying to make small talk even though both their moods had now dispersed.

“I was about to get a drink if you wanted to join me.” Feyre offered as Nesta forced a smile on her face, truthfully she would do anything to get away from Eris and Rhys, even if it meant grabbing a drink she didn’t necessarily want at the moment.

“I would love to.” Nesta answered giving Eris a kiss on the cheek, “I’ll be back.”

“Don’t be gone for too long.” He told her.

“No promises.” She smiled at him, heading towards the kitchen with Feyre.

When they were out of earshot from Eris and Rhys, Feyre leaned in closer to Nesta so they wouldn’t be overheard,

“I thought you were dropping Eris.”

Nesta shrugged, “What can I say? The dick is good and I’m not getting it from anywhere else so.”

“Nesta-” Feyre groaned,

“What? You asked, besides I could do worse than Eris Vanserra.”

Feyre looked like she was about to argue when Nesta bumped into a chest, hard, familiar almost as Nesta prayed that she wasn’t right about whose chest she had just bumped into.

Her blue-gray eyes flickered upwards, meeting his hazel brown ones, the eyes that were so familiar to her, yet so distant.

“Hello, Nes.” He greeted her, those powerful hands of his careful not to graze her lower back.

“Hello Cassian.” she whispered, not sure where her voice went, but knowing that she should pull away from him soon before Eris saw them together.

She took a step back from Cassian, turning back to Feyre as something flickered in his gaze, running a hand over his long hair before pulling back.

“Were you two heading in the kitchen for a drink? We were all about to play a new drinking game Mor came up with.” Cassian told them, his gaze never leaving Nesta’s as it traveled downward, taking in the outfit she knew would be downright sinfu, Feyre glancing back towards the couches.

“What do you think Nesta? Should we get the boys and play?”

Nesta knew she should have said no, knew it was a bad idea all around, but instead she felt herself saying,

“I’m in if you are.”

Nesta glanced around the circle of people, her legs tucked underneath her as Eris and Feyre sat beside her, Emerie and Gwyn sending smiles over to her with a nod of acknowledgement. Emerie sitting beside Mor as Gwyn took a spot beside Azriel and Elain, her other sister’s hand tucked in Lucien’s, who glanced at his brother, Eris with a small smile.

Eris turned away slightly, avoiding his brother’s gaze as Nesta’s glance met Cassian’s who was on Mor’s other side. Mor engaging him in conversation, but his eyes still never leaving hers. What was he trying to do?

As if he felt Cassian’s gaze on her, Eris tucked her closer, a smirk crossing over Cassian’s lips at the gesture, Nesta took this time to take in his costume, really take it in as her jaw clenched. A fallen angel, Cassian had chosen to come to this costume party as a fallen angel of all things, even the wings were included.

She wondered how he had fashioned them to mold his body perfectly, when Mor cleared her throat, trying to catch everyone’s attention so they could commence the game.

“Alright everyone, here’s the rules of the game, whoever the bottle lands on is the person who is going to have the shots served off the body, I’ll go first and then we’ll go around in a circle until we come back to me,. Is that alright with everyone? If not it’s totally alright if you want to get out of the circle.”

No one moved, all nodding their heads in acknowledgement as Eris whispered in her ear,

“This could get very messy.”

“That’s half the fun of it.” Nesta smiled as Mor took the first turn, her bottle landing on Feyre, who shrugged getting in the center of the circle as Mor placed five shots in succession. Feyre telling Mor it was alright to place a shot in-between her breast.

Nesta watched as Mor tried to get all the shots, Feyre laughing slightly as Mor knocked about three of the five off her body only succeeding with the one ion her navel and on her stomach.

Mor got back in the circle beside Cassian whose turn was next as Feyre sat back beside Rhys, Cassian’s hand went to the bottle, Nesta telling herself to prepare for whoever Cassian had to take body shots off of as the bottle stopped, and she blanched when it landed on her.

A couple of ooh’s went up in the air as Nesta fought the urge to glare at them, her eyes locking with Cassian’s as she heard him say,

“I can spin again if you want me to.” He said to her, giving her a choice on how she wanted to proceed.

She wanted to show him that he didn’t bother her anymore, that she was over this thing between them, even if it wasn’t completely the truth. A small smile curled on her face as she stood up,

“No, I’m alright, Besides, I want to see how you’re going to do this with those massive wings of yours.”

A smirk of challenge crossed Cassian’s face as Nesta laid in the circle, Cassian positioning the body shots on her, stopping at the one that Mor had originally placed in between Feyre’s breast as Nesta sighed,

“Go ahead, Cassian. It’s just a harmless shot.”

Cassian nodded, tucking it between Nesta’s enormous breast, the shot settling perfectly between them as Nesta tried to lay perfectly still, ready for the game to begin.

Cassian’s breath brushed over her skin, his long hair brushing her stomach as he took the first shot from her stomach, careful not to spill the others. He succeded on the first shot, making Nesta take a deep breath. Only four more to go.

She felt the second shot slosh on her skin, Cassian accidently tilting the glass over on her stomach as he gave her an apologetic stare, downing the other one with no issue.

Nesta’s breath caught as Cassian continued up her body, her heart beating wildly as he stopped by the one between her breast. Her thoughts flickered to the times he used to bury himself between them, so obsessed with them that most of the time when he didn’t come inside of her, he was coming in between them.

Something wet sloshed on her breast, the liquor from the shot falling on her breast as Cassian tried but failed to get the last shot, she breathed out at the brief feeling of his hair brushing her breast, the thought of him making them pebble in response as Cassian’s eyes flickered to the stain he had made on her top.

“Well, i guess this isn’t the first time I made you wet.” He murmured in a form of apology as she laughed slightly, allowing him to let her up from the ground, Eris’s eyes blazing with a form of jealously that Nesta was used to. Great. Just what she needed.

Cassian squeezed her shoulder in reassurance as he went to go sit back beside Mor as the brief contact spent sparks shooting up her body.

She took a deep breath, crossing back over to Eris, who distanced himself from Nesta slightly, Feyre narrowing her eyes slightly at that gesture before she turned her attention back to the game.

Nesta gritted her teeth slightly as she watched others have their turn. When it was Nesta’s turn she landed on Emerie who smiled at her, they laughed when Nesta knocked over nearly all the shots, Emerie letting out a snort and clamping her hand over her mouth to keep the giggles in.

Nesta glanced at Eris wondering if his foul mood had surpassed, his face was still contorted in jealousy, whether or not it was from Cassian or Emeire Nesta wasn’t sure, but either way she didn’t appreciate his foul mood.

When Emerie and her were finished, Eris spun the bottle, the bottle landing on a girl whose name escaped Nesta. She gave him a small smile as Nesta watched Eris take body shots off the woman like it was second nature to him.

Cassian’s eyes flickered to her, probably trying to gage her reaction to Eris doing body shots off another woman, but there wasn’t one. Nesta just stood back and watched as Eris finished the part of the game, the girl giving him a small smile as she made her way back to her position, Eris going back to Nesta where he still kept his distance as they waited for the game to be over.

When they all dispersed, Eris was the first to leave the circle, stalking towards where the other drinks were located as Nesta watched him go. Before Cassian could even think about going over towards her, Emerie and Gwyn beat him to it, helping Nesta up as Emerie said,

“Let’s hit the dance floor, Eris can catch up with us later.”

Nesta nodded, grasping onto Gwyn’s hand as they made their way to the dance floor, Nesta letting herself lose to the rhythm of the music, not caring about boys or exes or anything in between as she moved to it, Gwyn and Emerie beside her.

She wasn’t sure how many songs had passed before a warm hand brushed against her shoulder, she had expected Eris as she turned around to see Cassian standing beside her.

Emerie glanced towards Gwyn as Gwyn said,

“We're going to get a drink, we’ll catch up with you in a minute.”

Once they were gone, Cassian’s eyes turned to her, an intensity that wasn’t there earlier now there as his eyes roamed her body once more.

“I didn’t get a chance to tell you earlier, but you look downright sinful in your costume tonight.” He stated as Nesta glanced down to it with a smirk.

“I figured I’d make a statement tonight, it is Halloween after all.”

Cassian chuckled, running a hand over his hair as he glanced around the dance floor.

“Where’s that boyfriend of yours?”

“Eris isn’t my boyfriend, at least not in the way that you think, we’re non exclusive. All this is is a little fun.”

“It didn’t seem like fun to me. Especially not in the kitchen.”

Nesta felt her anger ignite at his words.

“What’s between us is none of your business. It’s not like you actually care about my happiness anyway.”

Shock radiated off Cassian’s features as if she had slapped him,

“We may have broken up, Nesta, but that doesn’t ,mean I don’t give a shit about you. Hell, I’d even wage that I give more of a shit about you then that little boy toy of yours.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Because he’s not here with you and I am.” Cassian replied, a smirk on his lips.

“Is that supposed to impress me?” Nesta shot back as Cassian shifted closer, careful not to brush against her, even though the thought of those strong hands back on her waist turned her knees week.

“I didn’t come here to fight, Nes.”

“Then what did you come here for?”

“To see if you wanted to dance.” Cassian told her, holding out his hand for her.

She glanced around, not seeing anyone as she sighed, grasping Cassian’s hand in hers.

“I guess one dance wouldn’t hurt.” Nesta stated as Cassian pulled her closer. Careful not to put his hands too low on her hips even if Nesta’s body begged him to do so.

He kept his eyes on her as Nesta lost herself in the music, somewhere in the song, she felt herself not care about her reckless abandon as Cassian’s hands traveled lower, stopping at the place where she had wanted them in the first place.

She fought back the moan that almost escaped her lips, fighting the urge to rub her ass against the erection that she had no doubt was there. He crossed his arms over her chest as she pressed herself closer to him feeling where he wanted her the most.

A sly smile crossed her face as he murmured,

“Nesta.”

She exhaled turning towards him, her lips mere inches from his own as her phone buzzed in her pocket.

She glanced down, momentarily distracted as Eris’s name flashed over the screen. the words,

‘I’m done. I can’t keep pretending that we’re something that we’re not.”’

She loosened a breath, expecting to feel sorrow or rage at Eris breaking things off over a text, but all she felt was, relief.

She glanced up at Cassian, his face turning in concern as he asked her,

“Is everything alright?”

She glanced up at him, glancing at his face with a smile,

“Everything is perfect.” She assured him as she glanced around the now too public dance floor, her heart thudding in time with the closeness of his proximity.

Fuck it She thought as she ran a hand up Cassian’s chest, stepping closer to him.

“Do you want to go somewhere private?” She asked him, his eyes smoldering with heat.

“You read my mind, Archeron.”

Cassian swept bottles off the kitchen counter, Nesta’s legs wrapping around his waist as their lips collided with each other battling for dominance as Cassian ripped his lips from hers, trailing kisses down her throat.

When she had mentioned a private place, Nesta didn’t think Cassian would take her to the kitchen, until she realized that they were at a party and no place was truly private here.

Her nails dug into the tender flesh of his arms as he scooted her closer to him in an attempt to get as close to her as possible. His hands trailed, cupping her as she let out a moan of pleasure, his wicked hands rubbing her through her bodysuit.

“Cassian.” She moaned,

“We should have found a more private place.” He growled out, biting her lower lip. “Because the things I want to do to you aren’t party friendly.”

“Does Mor not have any open bedrooms?”

“I saw her and Emerie go up their a while ago, her and Mor may be occupying another one.”

“Then we’ll find some dark corner somewhere.” Nesta purred, nipping at his ear, making him growl slightly.

“Keep doing that and I won’t be able to wait to get inside of you.” He rasped out, his words sounding like a promise.

“Then let’s get over there as fast as we can.” She interjected, hoping off the counter as Cassian assisted her, helping her weave through the crowd as Cassian found that dark corner where no one would pay attention to them and pressed Nesta into it.

She gasped as she collided with the wall, Cassian’s hands going roughly to her hair as Nesta leaned into his hungry kisses, bracing herself against the wall as Cassian wrapped her legs around his waist.

She exhaled into his mouth as he pressed open mouthed kisses to her throat, his teeth sinking into her skin, making her aware of the fact that she would have marks for him tomorrow morning and she was shocked to realize that she didn’t mind. She wanted everyone to know that he fucked her.

Nesta felt his hands slide down her legs towards her stockings as she felt him rip them slightly He would have to buy her new ones as a breathy laugh escaped from his lips as he pressed her to the wall, her tits grazing it, pebbling underneath the fabric of her costume as she heard the fabric of her backside tear further.

“Hands on the wall.” He instructed as she did what she was told, bending slightly as she heard him undo his zipper, shoving the thong she had worn underneath to the side, exposing her backside to him as she felt the cold breeze on her cunt.

He pressed her closer to him, his lips pressed firmly to her ear as he asked,

“Do you still fuck raw?”

She couldn’t catch her breath as he asked her the question before she nodded, swearing that she could feel his smile growing behind her ear, as he bent her forward, angling her body to where he was positioned at her entrance as he slammed his cock into her, making her cry out in pleasure.

He lifted her leg so he could penetrate her from a deeper angle, His hands pulling at the fabric of her outfit, making her boobs spill from her halter top, the force of his thrust making them jiggle in time with them.

Nesta cried out as one of Cassian’s hands cupped her breast. his thumb circling her nipple, making them pebble underneath his touch.

“Fuck.” Her growled out, thrusting harder into her as she nearly came apart at the force of his thrust. “Your pussy is downright sinful Nes, but I think I need a reminder at how devilish that mouth of yours is.

He pulled out from her so quick Nesta gasped in surprise as he turned her around pressing her down to the ground. His erection on full display in front of her, his cock glistening from the time he was inside of her.

She opened her mouth for him as he took a handful of her hair, guiding her mouth to his enormous cock, making her taste herself, making her taste the pleasure that he had provided for her as he guided his cock in further.

One of her hands pumped the length of his cock that she couldn’t take in her mouth. Her other hand going to her breast, wanting nothing more then to feel his hands on them

Nesta kept up with his pace, Cassian fucking her mouth as hard as he wished, her saliva coating his cock until he pulled her up by her hair, careful not to hurt her in a way she would find unpleasant as his hand gently snaked around her throat,

He firmly pressed her to the wall, grasping her backside with his free arms as he guided her back on his waiting cock. She moaned out in ecstasy, hooking her legs around his waist once more as his other hand never left her throat.

“Fuck, I've missed you.” Cassian growled out, thrusting up into her to his hilt, quickening his pace as he stretched her out for him.

“I’ve missed you too.” She breathed out, his mouth escaping from her throat as he prompted her up further so he could get deeper inside of her. Nesta tilted her head back to the wall, feeling the roughness of his thrust. Knowing that she would walk out of this party thoroughly fucked just as she desired. Not an inch of her wouldn’t be feeling Cassian tomorrow and she loved it.

“Fuck, your tits are perfect.” Cassian groaned out, his mouth finding her sensitive nipple and sucking hard, causing her to cry out as he thrusted up into her once more, quickening his pace, which she hadn’t considered to be possible.

His mouth switched to her other side, making her nipples hard and erect for him,

“Fuck, I need more of them.” Cassian claimed, kneeling her down to where her breast aligned with his hardened cock, his hands pressing them together, squeezing his cock in between them as he fucked her breast with great vigor.

Nesta pressed firmly on his cock between her breast, causing more friction between them as he fucked her breast, one of Nesta’s thumbs stroking her sensitive nipples as Nesta spat on his cock, lubricating him further.

“Fuck.” Cassian growled out, “You really are my perfect little devil.”

Nesta glanced up at him with a wicked smile, as he went to the floor with her, scooping her up into his arms as he positioned her on his cock, thrusting up into her as she slammed back down on him, both of them moaning in unison as they matched each other’s thrust, Nesta hooking her arms around him as she came undone around his glorious cock making him curse at the sensation.

When she had come down from her ecstasy, Cassian laid her down, pumping his cock as she felt the warm liquid of his release splash on her breast, coating them as Cassian panted hard, glancing down at her cum covered chest as they both exhaled in unison, panting hard from what they both had done.

He glanced down at her, appearing as if he wouldn’t mind a round two of fucking her against this floor, but instead, her zipped himself back into his trousers, grabbing a stack of napkins on the table in front of them as he helped Nesta clean up the mess.

Nesta placing her breast back in her halter top when they both were finished. Noting that not much could have been done with her stockings or her back side that Cassian had ripped apart in the need to get to her cunt, the one he had always loved to fuck until Nesta was rendered senseless.

Cassian shrugged off his coat, wrapping it around Nesta to hide her backside as he helped her up. Her legs still slightly wobbly from the thoroughness of his fucking.

“Let me take you home.” Cassian offered as Nesta couldn’t find the words, nodding as she pressed his coat closer to herself, reveling in the warmth of it, at the smell of him. “We can talk on the way over. About us.”

Hope lit Nesta’s chest as Cassian pressed her closer as she sent a quick text to Emerie and Gwyn as she left the party with Cassian wondering if things were only looking up from here.

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elysianslove · 4 years ago

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when the stars align; oikawa tōru

requested by anon; ❝ hi bb :) can I request an Oikawa and reader story where they’re two petty/sarcastic best friends. Like they just have that understanding that their love is shown through petty comments or bickering lol but n e ways, the reader gets approached by a guy she doesn’t really like but isn’t thinking and says she’s seeing Oikawa and now they have to act like a couple but all they end up doing is bickering and Oikawa complaining. I hope that makes sense lol thxx <3 ❞

pairing; oikawa tōru x reader

warnings; it’s the fake dating trope with oikawa tōru. that is a warning in itself

note; i screamed when i found this in my inbox this trope has a special place in my heart and the fact that oikawa was requested??? pls don’t let this flop :(

━ you’re not sure why you said it. you rack your mind for an excuse: you’ve known him too long, you spend majority of your time with him, you had just been texting him a moment earlier — that must’ve been why you’d sprouted that ridiculous excuse to rid yourself of spewing out a futile, useless rejection. there’s an array of mixed emotions on you as you watch the boy before you shrivel in disappointment, sighing in frustration.

“i’m sorry, i’m dating oikawa right now, actually,” you had said, like the liar the same boy you refer to has coerced you into becoming to fuel your endless sneaking out.

the guy before you, honestly nameless due to both your carelessness towards him and your uncomfortableness around him, shoves his hands into his pockets cooly, attempting to shrug it off. “well, you know where to find me in case it doesn’t work out,” he jokes, and you have to fight off the urge to cringe directly in his face at his words.

instead, you lightly smile, more similar to a grimace, and nod politely, before turning and heading in the complete opposite direction, despite the other way having been your initial route. your shaky hands fumble for your phone, and you pull it out, unlocking it and tapping on the messages app.

i did something stupid, you type out, and you’re unsure whether you’re grateful or thrown off by how quick oikawa responds.

not surprising. what did u do

the familiarity of his tone only calms you slightly, and before you can talk yourself out of it, already having thrown yourself too deep when you’d thought up the lie, you explain the situation briefly. instead of a text message response, his caller id flashes across your screen, and your breath hitches. regret begins flooding you, and carefully, you slide to answer.

“i don’t want to hold your hand!” you complain, smacking at his palm when it reaches for yours.

oikawa sighs amusingly, grabbing your wrist anyways and linking your fingers together. against all odds, and to your disappointment, you shiver at the feel of his hand in yours. it’s considerably larger, and despite the fact that this is farthest from the first time you’ve gripped his hand, your insides twist. his fingers are slender, and his palm and the pads of his fingers are soft. for all the years you’ve known oikawa, his hands constantly run cold, and you’ve hated it for multiple reasons. one being the way it gave him an ego boost of ‘cold hands only mean i have a warm heart.’ the second being his infuriating actions of constantly pressing his palms to your skin, specifically the back of your neck. but most importantly, it signifies just how little oikawa tends to care for himself at times, the way his hands shake when it gets too cold, when the world grows too small, the tips of his fingers a bruised blue and purple. and you hate it. even more so, you hate how much you hate it.

despite all this, his hand feels — nice in yours; it’s a comfortable contrast to your own warm hand. still, your frown remains on your face as you see the school gates appear before two of you, never daring to reveal any of your thoughts to him.

“if you didn’t want to hold my hand, you would’ve thought up a better lie,” oikawa argues, and you turn your head to glare at him. he diffuses it easily when his thumb brushes against the back of your hand, your words faltering momentarily. “could’ve had anyone! iwa, mattsun, makki— i know they woulda loved to do this with you.”

“you’re insufferable,” you huff, but your cheeks are painting red, visibly too. he’s right, you realize. he’s terribly right.

“but you still chose me,” he teases.

your hand in his twists until you’re bending his wrist at an awkward, painful angle, until he’s pinching at your arm to force you away. he’s right, but that doesn’t make it mean anything.

by now, you’ve spent more time glaring at oikawa threateningly and in warning than you have your entire friendship with him, and it’s honestly starting to give you a headache. after admitting your situation to the three other third years, and giving them maximum fifteen minutes to laugh until they ran out of breath, iwaizumi included, spend the next twenty minutes huddled up next to oikawa, your chair attached to his.

the guy, who had been persistent enough in asking you out that you’d resorted to this, decided to spend his lunch break in the same area as the five of you, leaving you unable to push away and bicker with oikawa the same way you would any other day. you pick at your food as you avoid his gaze, oikawa’s arm around your shoulder heavy, leaving a trail of sparks up your spine and along your arms. it makes you want to scream, loudly too.

makki and mattsun have resorted to making fun of the guy, whispering between themselves, but it’s still awfully loud enough that there’s no possible way he can’t hear. iwaizumi and oikawa have their attention on each other, discussing some upcoming practice match in the weekend.

and all you’re left with are your thoughts, your nagging, unbearable thoughts, about how pretty oikawa’s hand looks as it hangs by your shoulder, brushing against your arm with every small shift of his body. with shameful, red cheeks, you shut your eyes in frustration, and allow the regret to boil and build in your stomach.

the weeks pass steadily. outside of school, your relationship with oikawa remains unchanged, and although he’s just as touchy as he is with you with an audience, the source of affection continues to be — simply friendship. and whenever you catch any disappointment building because of that, you pinch yourself in reminder than none of it is real. the way he always has an arm around you, the way he fumbles with your fingers, the way he ties your hair back for you while you work on an essay during your break, the way he kisses your cheek, a show of respect for your boundaries, but as a way to reinforce that you’re his in front of anyone, or the way he lets you lift one leg over his own, just because.

and you’re left wondering that if it were real, would it be the same?

he sits before you now, cross legged on your bed, back straightened and mouth stuffed with popcorn, completely engrossed in the movie before him with his eyes wide open. the three other boys are spread across the room: makki laying on his stomach, chin perched on his hands by the edge of the bed, while mattsun and iwaizumi share the couch, drinks in their hands, all three just as enamored by the movie as oikawa.

you had always been aware of just how pretty he is, and everyone around you has always ensured that you do. was it the way the light from the screen shone in his face, reflecting in his pretty brown eyes and shadowing some of his features? or was it the way he sat so comfortable in your bed, in nothing but sweatpants and a loose shirt because, of course, the four of them were bound to stay the night? was it the way his lips glistened with the water he gulped, or because of the way his tongue poked out to lick at the salt from the popcorn?

or was it nothing in particular, or everything all at once?

sighing lowly, you shift and sit up, swinging your legs over the side of the bed and heading towards the bedroom door. “i’m gonna grab some water; anyone want anything?” you announce.

none of them seem to hear you, too lost in the movie, but makki turns his head to the side slightly, eyes remaining on the screen, and replies, “no thank you.” it’s all you need to leave the room.

as you walk out, oikawa eyes you, then eyes the filled up water bottles next to where you had been sitting. his heart tightens in his chest.

two months into the fake relationship you’d established with oikawa, and it begins to feel natural. it no longer feels off putting to walk hand in hand with him to school, or to greet him with a grandiose hug and a kiss on the cheek, or to wear his jersey to games and cheer for him from the stands, or to constantly have his ankle looped with yours beneath the table where, despite this all being for show, nobody can really see.

outside of your fake relationship traditions are your friendship traditions, which include, but are not limited to, him walking you home. it’s always been mostly because your mother adores him, or because he prefers the food that’s at your home as opposed to his, or because your home is on the way to his anyways, but it’s a lot closer, so he always ends up staying longer than anticipated.

either way, it’s not unusual that he walks by your side as the moon illuminates your path. it is, however, not very like him to stay quiet the entire way. you can see the roof of your home growing in size as you near it, and he’s yet to say a word to you. it both weirds you out and worries you, and before you can convince yourself you were overreacting, you pause in your step, the gravel beneath you scratching and crunching as you turn to face him.

“alright, spit it out.”

his eyes meet yours, wide and confused. “what?”

you sigh. “something’s up, and you’re either gonna tell me now or i’ll force it out of you later,” you reply.

“i’m not—”

“oikawa.”

“stop it, i’m fine—“

“tōru.”

“i can’t do this anymore.”

your heart stills, and almost as if in understanding, in pity, so does the world around you. the wind no longer howls in agony, respecting your need for silence as the trees around you look on curiously. your brain processes a little slower than your mouth, and you’re asking him, “what are you talking about?” before you could think.

his gaze falls from yours again, and he takes a step back. “i can’t be with you anymore. or — fake being with you anymore,” he admits to you.

you’re not sure why, but you had imagined this scenario to be a lot less earth shattering than it is. maybe you’d grown to like faking it, because it slowly started to become the closest you could get to experiencing it realistically. you refuse to speak, and it isn’t because you’re angry at him. it’s because you genuinely are lost for words. it’s not even a real break up, but it still hurts just as bad, if not worse. it’s your own fault for believing that this, whatever this was, was as simple as it seemed.

“not unless— not unless i can really be with you.”

what?

“what?”

he breathes in steadily, and moves forward, closer, closer, closer to you. his hands rise to your cheeks, cupping them softly, flinching when your breath hitches. but you make no move to push him away, only stare up at him, in wonder, in confusion. he opens his mouth, preparing himself to speak. you expect a monologue, a speech, a declaration of his undying love for you, because it sounds just as dramatic as oikawa is. the moon above you holds its breath, waiting for the band to snap, for the words to spill and drown you.

but then he kisses you.

his hands urge you up and he meets you halfway, pressing his lips to yours. they’re soft, and he tastes like cherry, and it’s probably your chapstick if you were being honest with yourself. his mouth moves languidly against yours, as if he’s trying to drag out every moment, as if he wants to purposefully slow down time, begging and pleading for the world around him to stop. the kiss is sweet, gentle, and somehow, kissing him is exactly the way you’d imagined it would. it’s breathtaking, and dizzying, and overwhelming, and needy and it’s beautiful.

when he pulls back, he doesn’t let go of you. his hands remain cupping your jaw, his mouth hovering over yours. his thumb brushes along your cheek momentarily as he gazes at you, admiring you, as if memorizing every inch and every detail of your features.

“tōru, you idiot,” you sigh. the insult isn’t foreign to him, not even on your tongue, but he still looks taken aback, and even more so when you reach up and close the distance between you again. the world lives again, the moon celebrating within the clouds, the wind twisting in your hair, whispering and whistling cheerfully by your ear as the trees dance.

it all comes together, and the stars finally align.

end note; i’m so happy with this!!! i hope everyone enjoyed reading this as much as i loved writing it!!! <3

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dumbikawa · 4 years ago

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Haikyuu Boys Comforting You After Watching A Horror Movie

GN!Reader | Fluff | Warnings: None

Characters: Atsumu, Suna

A/n: I might do a part two of this, so if there’s any recommendations for who to add send in an ask!

ATSUMU

“I’m not sure a horror movie before bed is a good idea, y/n.” The cautionary words of your loving boyfriend play on loop as you sit on the couch, alone, finding safety in the blanket you’d wrapped tightly around your figure. Only a small part of your face was left exposed as you scanned the dark for any possible dangers waiting to jump out at you. Turning off all the lights seemed like a good idea when you settled down, wanting that perfect movie watching experience. Again, your boyfriend questioned it, but you had assured him it wouldn’t be an issue.

It was most certainly an issue.

Carefully, you free one of your arms from the blanket’s confines and quickly try to feel around for your discarded phone. You were certain that you’d thrown it off to the side before starting the movie. This was just like a scene out of a real horror movie, you thought.

You see something move from the corner of your eye, making you freeze. There’s a very likely possibility you’re simply seeing things, your mind deciding to play a cruel trick on you. Regardless, you couldn’t take that chance as you abandoned the search for your phone and burrowed back into the blankets. The childlike belief that a simple piece of fabric holds the magical power to keep monsters at bay was comforting. Now, if only you could make yourself move off the couch, down the even darker hallway, and throw yourself into the room you share with your boyfriend.

In one swift motion, you push yourself up off the couch and step forward, immediately hitting your leg against the small table coffee table. You let out a loud string of cures, falling back on the couch in defeat. How you managed to forget about the piece of furniture that had been there for the entire last six months since the two of you moved in was beyond you.

Suddenly, the lights clicked on, causing you to throw an arm across your eyes that had been adjusted to the dark for the last two hours.

“Stop, stop, stop,” you whined, fear and adrenaline running through your body as you tensed, prepared to be gobbled down by the monster from the movie you very much regretted watching.

“Didn’t I say this was going to happen?” Atsumu laughs. At the sound of your boyfriend’s voice, your face drops and you move your arm to the side in order to glare at him.

“I hate you,” you state, pushing yourself off the couch, more aware of your surroundings this time, and turning away from him.

“Aww, baby,” he coos, walking up behind you. His hands fall gently to your side, moving them over your waist until they’re clasped in front of you. The gesture alone is enough to release the tension you’d been holding in your body. His chest presses against your back as he pulls you in closer, placing soft kisses on your exposed shoulders.

“You scared me, Tsumu,” you groan, turning around so you can wrap your arms around his exposed torso. You feel his chest rise and fall as he chuckles.

“It was purely good intentioned, I was just coming out to check on you,” he explains, beginning to run his hand up and down over your back. “And it seems like it’s a good thing I did. Would you have made it off the couch?” You remained silent, knowing that more than likely you would’ve sat there until you gathered enough courage to sprint to the room or grown so tired you passed out.

“Let’s just go to bed,” you grumble, grabbing his hands and dragging him down the hallway with you. He turns the lights off behind the two of you, laughing at the way you leap on the bed to avoid having your feet exposed to any lurking monsters.

Perhaps you should watch horror movies more, Atsumu thinks as you snuggle into him under the covers, wanting to be as close to him as possible. He couldn’t deny the overwhelming benefits in his favor.

SUNA

It was your turn to choose what you and Suna watched for movie night and decided to step out of your comfort zone by searching the horror tab for something interesting. You eventually settled on a classic plot where the new family looking for a fresh start buys a ridiculous cheap house with a horrible, hidden, haunted past. It really hadn’t seemed that scary when you read through the short synopsis.

You had to admit, though, the graphics and make-up were extremely realistic and whoever was in charge of choosing the suspenseful music should win several awards because you felt thoroughly terrified. Your boyfriend, on the other hand, seemed completely unaffected as he laughed every now and then, pointing out how predictable the scares were. And it only made him laugh harder when you jumped at every single one.

The popcorn had been long forgotten as you no longer felt any desire to snack on the buttery deliciousness, instead opting to bury your face in the hoodie your boyfriend was wearing. At one point he asked if you wanted to stop the movie, worried that you might be genuinely scared. You didn’t respond, just shaking your head as your eyes stayed glued to the screen. Not only did you feel an obligation to finish the movie you’d picked due to pure stubbornness, but you were actually interested to see what happened next.

“Do the neighbors not hear them like...screaming?” you mumble, beginning to pick apart the more questionable bits of the movie. “I wonder if homeowners insurance covers damages by ghost.” It made it much less frightening to make fun of the movie as it played, but you tried to keep your comments to a minimum as to not annoy Suna, understanding how irritating it can be to have somebody talk while you’re trying to actually watch.

“This kid is probably going to need so much therapy,” he chimes in. “And they won’t even be able to afford it because they sunk all their money into this dump of a house!” You smiled at his added commentary, the two of you beginning to play off each other. Only when it got to the final, drawn out twenty minutes did you grow quiet again.

Suna turned away from the TV to look down at you curled against his chest. He felt an overwhelming urge to lean down and kiss you, but didn’t want to scare you. Instead, he opted to rubbing small circles on your back, enjoying the way you relaxed against his touch.

When the final scene played where the family dramatically drove away from the house while somber music played, leaving the upset spirit to sulk alone in the house, came and went you finally tore your eyes away from the screen.

“Are you going to be able to sleep?” Suna jokes, enjoying how cute you looked when you sat there pouting at his assumption. You felt confident that though you were scared in the moment, there would be no lasting effects when you settled down to sleep. You stood by that thought as you changed into a comfy pair of pajamas, completed your skin care routine, laid down next to your boyfriend who was already half asleep.

But after a few moments of silence in the pitch dark room, you could feel the fear creeping through your body. Scenes of the movie played on your closed eyelids as you began scooting closer and closer to the other side of the bed.

You move to rest your head on Suna’s chest, focusing on the way it rises and falls and how you can hear his heart beating rhythmically.

“If we were stuck in a creepy house with a scary ghost would you protect me?” you whisper, making out the silhouette of his face in the dark.

“Yes,” he sighs, almost completely asleep.

“Okay,” you respond, satisfied with his answer. “Just making sure.” You feel him shift to lay on his side so your head is now resting on his bicep and his free arm is slung across your waist. Yeah, there was no way any stupid spirit could get to you while you wrapped within Suna’s muscular arms.

#haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #suna x reader #atsumu x reader #atsumu scenarios #suna scenarios #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu #atsumu fluff #suna fluff #atsumu miya #suna rintarō #hq fluff #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu!! fluff #haikyuu!!

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binniesthighs · 4 years ago

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call me babydoll | reader x chan

a/n: ahhhhh holy holy heck this chapter is SO DAMN EXCITING hehehe I had sosososo much writing and doing all the research!! please let me know if there is anything factual/cultural that I need to fix! I tried the best I could although I most def am not an expert in Egyptian culture so I appreciate it a lot :) hehe i hope ya have fun reading this chapter teehee oh! also I love hearing what you thought of it too! :D

Four

Pairing: self insert, female reader x bang chan

Genre: action, mystery and suspense, fluff, smut, angst

Tags: (of this part) bodyguard au, secret agent au, royal au, moderndayprince!chan, secretagent!reader, secretagent!jeongin, secretagent!jisung, collegestudent!seungmin, royal!minho, skz side characters, adventure and mystery, action and peril, plot driven, running out of time, slow-ish burn, growing feelings, sexual tension, explicit language, several mentions of food and alcohol as well as getting tipsy/drunk that good, good making out, suggestive themes

CWs: mentions of guns, mentions of knives, themes of jealousy (expressed by the reader)

Word count: 7.5k

Parts

ONE | TWO | THREE | FOUR | FIVE

“Well, we’re in Cairo alright.”

Two tugged the amazed young stow-away-student, Seungmin, by the hand of his backpack to keep him from running into one of the palm tree planters decorating the terminal. The young man had nearly slept the whole flight due to the length as well as the exasperation that he had just been through. While his eyes were still darkened from his nap, his glossy pupils still wondered all around him.

“I take it back. I’m so glad that I almost died so I could end up here with you guys.”

Jeongin slapped him from the backside of his head. “Never be thankful for almost dying. Life is a lot more fucking fragile than you think. This isn’t just some joyride--”

“--Ease up F.” You interrupted your partner as you shouldered your bag. The kid had already been through enough already: he didn’t need accosting on top of it all.

The dashing prince sighed out and stretched his arms. “Ahhhh Cairo. It’s been a while; too long actually.”

The airport was humid: the kind of sticky warmth that dripped down your neck in a matter of seconds to then get caught above your lip. It wasn’t much help to the anxiety that already had seeped into your veins. The closer you got to a gun the more comfortable you would be. You and the other two guards created a formation around the prince with two in the front and the other in the flank. While each of you were dressed in regular street clothes, your responsibility of his detail still hung over your head with a severe air.

Chan threw his arm over the young student with an obscene grin. His hair had become a little disheveled from the plane seat and his hoodie, but he didn’t appear to mind. Seeing him so normal was somewhat of an odd change to your previous unbreakable impression of him.

“Seungmin my friend, you’ve never lived until you’ve been to Cairo. I’ve never seen another place so enriched in history in my whole life...it puts my kingdom to shame. It’s almost like...you can just feel the time here: hundreds of thousands of years...beauty, art, food, industry...I’ve got a thing or two to learn.”

Seungmin nodded at the prince’s grandiose gestures in the terminal with an enamored smile. “I can’t wait to see it!”

Your partner put a firm hand on the prince’s back to guide him to the baggage claim. “We won’t be here for long, so, don’t get too excited. We’ve come here for one reason and we shouldn’t dally otherwise.”

The young boy appeared to frown, and Two bit his lip with a little chuckle. “Way to crush the kids dreams F.”

“You know the mission, J.” Jeongin gritted his teeth with the words. “Everything is set, there will be a car waiting for us in the garage, and at the hotel we’ll have anything we need.”

Prince Chan lulled his head back with heels clicking on the flooring. Rogue strands of his hair hung over his sunglasses where he threw a look back at you while pulling them down.

“Don’t forget our little deal Bee? We’ll have time for a little pleasure.”

The white haired agent rolled his eyes with gusto then adjusted the royal’s glasses over his face. “We’ve still got to be careful, you Highness. We never know where they could have eyes.”

“I know where I’ve got mine...” He turned back once more to throw his cockiness in your general direction.

“Listen to F, your Highness...if you want to live.”

“Oooo. Feisty as ever, Bee. I love it when you bite back.” Chan turned to his new pet, Seungmin, “She’s really something isn’t she?”

The young man nodded, but not necessarily because he agreed, but it just seemed like it better to agree with a prince than to disagree with him.

The air appeared to turn even thicker in the summery and arid city and your group approached the parking lot half shaded. Outside of the cement lot, iridescent waves of heat wiggled on the horizon, and further, the astonishing urban sprawl of Cairo, and just over it, the stretch of the Nile and Giza. Palms and other varieties of plants spotted the landscape and above it all, a perfectly crystal blue sky streaked with thin clouds. Had the circumstances been different, you really would have wished to have been there for pleasure.

“This one. Right here.” Jeongin announced upon spotting the black armored sedan. It wasn’t the most inconspicuous vehicle, but you were prioritizing safety over aesthetics. Your partner touched his index fingerprint to the car door’s invisible panel, and it flashed blue just as the lock had at the safehouse with the ticking clock insignia.

Two whipped his head around to make one last check of the surroundings before taking off his sunglasses and reddened eye. “Get in. Both of you.” He urged the prince and the student. He popped the drivers side open to find a different pair of glasses in the storage compartment: gold framed aviators.

“Huh,” He said happily while putting them on. “This is more my style.” He rummaged around a bit more to find a new pair of black framed glasses there too. “Fox! Think fast!” He threw them over to your partner who sighed out with relief.

“Thank god.”

The trunk opened with a mechanical sounding creek, and you lifted up the trunk bed to find your whole arsenal: Heckler & Koch MP5′s submachines, Remington 870 shotguns, and Glocks complete with thigh holsters. Among the pile of metal, various knives and other weapons were held in foam holders.

“They’ve got knives back there?” Two asked while pulling the rearview mirror to see.

“Oh yeah. What? You more of a knife guy?” You teased while looping your thigh holster over your cargo pants. It fit just right.

The illusive man popped his gum with a shiny smile. “‘Don’t ever have to reload them...that’s what I’m saying.”

“Thank you Carroll.” Jeongin sighed upon seeing the thick laptop among the weapons. “Finally I can do some real work. That kid’s damn Chromebook was killing me. I nearly short circuited it trying to connect to our network.”

“You what?!” Seungmin was suddenly much more interested.

“Dont worry yourself too much, its still fine.”

“Are there cameras in here?” You quickly asked your partner.

“Agency should’ve fried them a long time ago. Why?”

From the trunk bed you sized up the Glock to feel its weight and how cool it settled into your sweating hand. You unloaded the magazine to see that it had already been filled.

“Carroll. She really is too kind to us.” You slid the magazine back in then, pulled back the slider to lock it once more, catching Chan’s adoring glance.

“Something interesting pretty boy?”

The prince appeared to shiver a little, but brushed it off sighing, “Oh, nothing.”

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Either it was Carroll or the King, but someone had spared no expense on the young prince. The sun set upon the sparking Nile where you had arrived at the Four Seasons Hotel Cairo at Nile Plaza.

Anything for His Royal Highness The Prince.

The towering and gleaming building was a sight to behold in and of itself. It was nestled right into the riverside anchored with several leisurely sailboats bopping in the evening breeze. As day crept into night, the city grew with a swell of lights washing as far as you could see. Extensive bridges and roadways glowed with headlights and every building appeared to be illuminated along with more boats strolling down the river in a rainbow of colors and music.

The prince craned his head as close to the window as he could and rubbed together his hands excitedly. He looked from you to your partners, finally making a disapproving scoff.

“Come on. You’re not just a little excited to be here?”

“We’re here on business, how many times do we have to explain?” Jeongin typed away at his computer from the front seat.

“Bee?” He looked back to you with a hopeful little glint to his eye.

“Like Fox said...tomorrow is our appointment with White Rabbit, then we’re on the first flight back home for you.”

The young prince frowned, but this quickly faded once he had seen the golden brass doors to the magnificent hotel. Seeing the state that the four of you were in, it was a bit comical that you had rolled up to a place such as this. Immediately a valet and bellhop jogged up to the car wearing perfectly pressed uniforms and spotless shined shoes. Little did they know you had no belongings to your name...the rest was waiting in your suite: the royal kind.

Seungmin cranked his neck to take in the scale of the building in all of it’s regal glory and let out an airy laugh his with his backpack straps snapped tight.

“Holy shit.” He exclaimed with a giant smile

Two rose a “no thank you” hand to the valet, and asked him where the garage was in perfect Arabic. The gesture surprised you...as many things did with that man. Jeongin gave a little nod in appreciation to the bellhop and expressed with his own broken version of Arabic that you group had no luggage. The young man was confused, but still gladly took the bills that Jeongin had slipped into his hand for the inconvenience.

“We’re staying here?” Seungmin wondered while he followed you in.

“When you travel with The Prince, it comes with some perks.” Chan tore off his glasses with a particularly prideful grin.

“I feel like I need to pay for just...breathing in here.”

Indeed, it was a luxurious and grand place. The atrium was patterned with various plush lounge chairs and benches and the path was made of emerald green marble tiles with swirling designs of beige loops. Thick, round columns also supported the ceilings in the lobby, and crystal glass chandeliers sparkled. On several tables, massive floral arrangements had been freshly placed, and you wondered how much the hotel must've paid for them to look that good just to have them replaced the next day.

A couple formalities were exchanged with the worker at the front desk, and soon the keycards to the royal suite were placed into your hands. Seungmin held his piece of plastic as if it were a gold bar in his hands whereas Chan shoved it right into his front pocket.

“Everything that we should need should be up in the room.” You told the group who were too distracted to hear what you had just said.

Just before you had entered the elevator, a tug at your sleeve stopped you in your tracks. Jeongin pulled you back, nodding at Two to go with the others up first.

“Remember what we talked about before?” He muttered in the hollow and stone corridor. “About the prince?”

“I need to stay beside him?”

Your partner nodded with a furrowing brow. “We’re out in the open here, it’s a big city...anyone could be watching us. No distractions, no messing around, no anything. We see White Rabbit and we leave. Hell, I’m even inclined to make sure he doesn’t leave the room...”

“Jeongin...” You squeezed your partner’s shoulder which felt stringy and tense under your fingertips. “I got it. Trust me. He won’t leave my sight. I promise.”

“..Okay.” He said with a nervous brush to his hair, then he pressed the elevator button with his knuckle.

“You...okay?”

The young man appeared to snap out of a trance. “What? ...Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be? I’m keeping it together fine. It’s just...there’s a lot riding on this mission. I don’t...”

The gold and reflective elevator dinged to the ground floor.

“We can’t disappoint Carroll with this one. There’s too much riding on it...I can’t disappoint Carroll.”

You invited your partner into the marbled and mirrored interior of the small space.

“Don’t worry, we won’t.”

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Even without the help of his royal helpers, Chan managed to clean himself up nice...provided, only the finest clothes had been sent for him to wear. While they weren’t the usual designer labels that he was used to, it was clear that they had been picked out from the finest markets and boutiques in the area. Chan, as he always was, was a prince to the full extent of the word. After a shower and some perfume to his chest, he was the same man that you had been introduced to.

A loose linen shirt swayed from his frame with little regard for the usage of buttons. He wore slacks that had been pressed made of a kind of fabric that you had never seen before, but looked airy and comfortable. As always, there was a small assortment of shoes for him to choose from as well. He picked brown leather loafers, then tucked up his sleeves to reveal his arms; scratched as they were, but still strong and spiderwebbed with thick veins.

Arrangements had been made for you to share one of the bedrooms with him--as much as you had fought it at first. Chan was thrilled with the idea, and gladly let you settle into his room with your small assortment of sidepieces and modest set of clothes by regulation of The Agency. While it had mostly been denim button downs and several kinds of functional trousers, they had sent an evening gown.

The silky white fabric was not unlike the dress that had worn for the gala, but it appeared to be even more sultry once you held it to your frame. The thin spaghetti straps barely held to your shoulders and the back dipped nearly halfway down your back.

Knowing the man that you had an appointment with, you figured the dress would make it just a little bit easier to talk to him. Along with it, there was a matching set of diamond earrings and a necklace that glinted with the same sheen of the sea.

“You’ll look gorgeous in that.” Chan said while slipping on a wristwatch. “I’m sure that it will suit you perfectly.”

The wooden bedside nightstand creaked when you put your holster and Glock in with a matching matte black knife. You had to be careful with that one, as it had nearly cut your finger upon inspection earlier.

“Hm. I think the both of us know that you’d prefer it on these lovely marble floors rather than on me. Correct?”

The confident prince strode across the room in the dim lighting of a couple lamps with stained glass shades. Outside of the balcony attached to your room, the sheer curtains blew in the night air and distorted the city lights across the river. Further, Cairo Tower surged with a pink light wrapping around the length were the cylinder pierced the sky.

“Maybe.” He tutted, then crinkled the king-sized bed where he sat. The prince’s disposition was alluring, there was no denying. He tiled his head to inspect you further, jaw clenching with a sharp angle and a testing glare to his brown pupils. The man smiled slightly while rubbing his index and ring finger down the sleeve of your considerably less scratchy blouse.

“I hope that during our time here Bee, I’ll get to know you a little better. I’m...really looking forward to our drink later. I made reservations for us.”

“Reservations? When did you do that?”

“Oh. When you were showering.” He smirked at his sneaky plans unbeknownst to you.

“If you think that I’m letting you go anywhere else besides this hotel--”

“--Bee?” The young royal grew quieter, softer, careful even. His hand cascaded from your arm down to your waist where he tentatively went to grab at your hip and squeeze lightly there.

While your first reaction was to swat him away, your second crept up on you unexpectedly, and swelled with a kind of confused euphoria feeling the pressure of him on your body. You let his hand linger there, thumb pressed into your hipbone.

“You don’t need that dress to be beautiful.”

His words snapped you back; sickly sweet, and sticky in your chest. You cast his hand off of you.

“You’re crossing the line, your Highness. Don’t...don’t touch me again.”

The royal sighed as he rose, then inspected his face in the sizeable mirror. Each of his cuts and scars had been skillfully covered with makeup the best he could manage.

“Bee, I’d cross multiple lines for you. I thought you knew?”

“THIS BED IS FUCKIN’ AMAZING!!” Seungmin called from the opposite of the suite.

The prince smiled, then followed you to the door.

“I’ve already got enough on my hands, your Highness. I ask that you not distract me.”

“Distract you?”

As soon as you had said it, regret bit at the tips of your ears. You couldn’t meet his teasing glances, but rather slid one of your more discrete sidepieces into your crossbody bag--as if guns as such could be such a thing.

“I-I...I’ll sleep on the couch.” You then resolved out loud, however the prince chuckled at your sudden break.

“As you wish Bee.”

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“I think that this is the best meal that I’ve ever eaten in my entire life!!”

Seungmin kicked his legs under the table to the embarrassed glances of both Jeongin and Chan. Before you, the prince had ordered a variety of both cold and hot mezzah dishes with a couple main entrees for you to share. While he was the only one to drink, he indulged in the most expensive wine that the hotel had to offer. Granted, everything would be paid for in cash from The Agency, however the Prince swore up and down that anyone could order anything that they wanted and that The Agency would be paid back in full. You and your partners ate modestly, however the young student didn’t hold back. As the boy shoved his face, it appeared to make the prince happy to see him eating so well.

You were still an odd group, and garnered curious glances from other restaurant guests. While they were only glances in passing, they still didn’t make you feel any better. You had already drawn enough attention to yourself with you being an odd mix of foreigners who each held themselves differently. You could sense that you partner felt it too while he sipped at his seasonal soup with eyes up to scan the room as he did so.

Chan threw his arm behind your chair to take in the rest of the room: perfectly decorated with jade green chandeliers and perfectly symmetrical wallpaper and furnishings. It was as if he felt somehow content with your strange little group; like he was the ringleader of it all or some king of the round table. For a moment, he paused to watch the way that the boats passed by on the river from the window nearest to him and sighed. Knowing him, he was probably enjoying running for his life in this way.

Two cleared his throat and unbuttoned his fashionable suit jacket as the waiters came to clear the table for dessert.

“So. What are the specs for tomorrow?”

Jeongin fiddled with his glasses, then dabbed away at the corners of his mouth. “He’s invited us to come around 11pm. He wants us to dress up too--as I’m sure you’ve all seen the clothes that have been provided for us. He apparently loves his formalities, but, anything to make him feel more comfortable I suppose. His men will meet us in the front and take us to him, then we try our best not to fuck it up.”

“--Which we won’t.” You soothed your partner.

Seungmin perked up, “I’m coming too?”

“How else are we going to look after ya, kid?” Two ruffled up the young man’s hair.

“W-wait. Didn’t you say that it’s a club? Will they even let me in? I’m not like, 21 yet? I mean, I will be in a couple months--”

“--Ahhh you’re so cute.” Chan beamed. “If you’re rolling with us that doesn’t matter.”

Seungmin blushed and played with the condensation of his water glass. “Oh.”

Your partner shifted in his seat. “Speaking of. Considering that you’re “one of us” now. We need to discuss something important with you. Your identity.” He looked over to you to finish the rest of the speech that had been pushed off for just a bit too long.

“Your name...is your most valuable asset. It’s the only thing about yourself that you can keep for yourself. No one else should know it besides you...and, well, us. If they know your name, they know your family, they know where you live, where you go to school, even that girl that you had a crush on in the fourth grade. Got it?”

Seungmin gulped dry with blown out eyes. “I-I think that I understand.”

“What do you want us to call you from now on?”

He paused, considering towards the ceiling. ”Well...if you’re B, and he’s F...and he’s J...I could be S? Simple enough right?”

“S it is then.”

The waiters arrived with every dessert possible: chocolate cake, Crème Brule, fruit cheesecake garnished with mint, as well as traditional desserts like Om Ali and Mehalabiya--a type of milk pudding dressed with delicate, pink, edible flowers.

Seungmin--now dubbed S--made happy little eating sounds while he tried a little bit of everything.

“Thank you.” You finally spoke to the prince, who now smelled strongly of Lotus and Jasmine.

“Don’t worry about it. I don’t mind treating my friends.”

The word hung in the air, and you didn’t quite know what to do with it.

Friends.

“Where is this reservation that you mentioned?”

He took a swing from his crystal glass with finesse. “Hm. That’s for me to know and you to find out.”

“Jeongin told me that I need to keep an eye on you, you know that? It would be best if we didn’t leave the hotel at all--”

“--But what would be the fun in that?” The prince nearly pouted.

From the others side of the table, Two in his aviators brushed off his lap before standing. “I’m going to get some sleep, if that’s alright with you? I’m feeling pretty jetlagged and I want to be prepared for tomorrow. Excuse me.”

The slender man bowed to you at the table, then even deeper to the prince.

“What was that about?” Jeongin muttered while he poked at the thin caramel layer of his French dessert.

“Actually, I think I want to head to bed too, I’m stuffed.” Seungmin rubbed his belly in his contentment. “Also...I think I might have homework due...heh. I don’t know...I’ve got to figure out all these all these time differences and stuff.” He pushed in his chair then gave the prince a deep bow. “Thank you, your Highness.”

“My pleasure.” Chan said with a tiny bow back. “Rest up, kid.”

With the empty holes at the table, the silence was deafening.

“And then there were three.” Jeongin yawned. “Bee? Wanna do some laps in the morning? I saw that they had a pool? Wanna see if you can beat my record...again?”

“Psh. I was coming off that biochemical cocktail the last time we tired. You had an advantage.”

“Then you’ll beat me? Hm! I look forward to that.” Your adorable partner flashed the first smile that you’d seen in a couple days. You missed it, you realized.

“Sleep tight Bee. Goodnight your Highness.”

“Thank you Fox.” The prince mirrored his warm smile.

Knives and forks clinked on china in the dining room, and music softly payed the soundtrack of the evening. A low hum filled the space where the tourists and patrons chatted among themselves. It was peaceful and normal amidst everything that had been pricking your skin and plaguing worry over your mind. The prince merely sighed, sparking eyes reflecting the candles dying out on the table.

“And now it’s just the two of us.”

“Seems like it.”

“Can I whisk you away now?”

“Whisk? Who said that I would allow any whisking?”

“Come on...Bee. Just this one time? I promise to be on my best behavior.”

You laughed out incredulously at the comment. “You out of all people can’t promise something like that.”

“I guess you’re right about that. But...still, I won’t try to make a scene or anything.”

The royal placed his napkin on the table with his knife and fork respectfully tilted off the edge of his plate.

“Follow me?”

Chan held out his hand. It was pink with heat and scraped a little from the glass that had pierced the fragile flesh. In some way, you had felt a twinge of guilt seeing the small injury knowing that you couldn’t have protected him well enough then. You allowed him to lace your fingers with yours, and felt the rough cuts of his scars in your palm.

You had promised to yourself that he would never know such pain again.

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“Annnd...this is it!”

You had taken all of twenty paces outside of the hotel when Chan gestured with open arms to the riverfront. Just at the riverbank, a steamboat was anchored with open doors for hotel guests to enter. The massive, multideck, white steamboat shone like the moon peaking at the ocean’s horizon. Each of the semi-circle windows were lined with white lights and from the inside, the delightful sound of laugher and live music spilled out to the glossy water of the Nile.

“W-what is this?”

“Well…it’s a dinner cruise but I just signed us up for the bar part. Are you...surprised? I thought that it must be pretty safe considering that we’re on the water and no one can drive up and shoot at us.”

“I mean...it’s a bit closed off, but nothing that I can’t handle.”

The prince held out his arm for you to lead the way, then took your hand to help you watch your step down the stairs. Chan provided his name to the conductor in elegant sounding Arabic, leaving you shocked.

“Y-you speak Arabic too?”

Chan chuckled once more, taking your hand in his to bring you down the creaking wood deck with swinging with lanterns above your heads.

“As a royal and diplomat, it’s best for me to know how to communicate if I might need to.”

“I must say your Highness, I am definitely impressed.”

“What? You thought I was just another pretty face?” The charming prince escorted you to a room within the steamboat that was lined with red velvet carpets and small bar tables with tea candles and water lilies floating in a shallow dish. He pulled out your chair before his own, then settled with hands folded in his lap. “I’m trained in hand-to-hand too, although I could use a refresher; that was so long ago, back when I went to school.”

“Hand-to-hand? Well! You really are full of surprises.”

The prince appeared smug and faintly amused by the compliment as he crossed his legs under the table and leaned in with his dizzying floral scent.

The waitress appeared and Chan flexed his language skills once more while he ordered a Hemmingway Daiquiri for himself and a French 75 for you. Somewhere off in the distance or perhaps a different part of the boat, louder and more excitable music played along with the echoing claps of those who listened along. Here, it was much quieter, and the loud sound was replaced with a jazz song that you had heard before--likely from your more formative years.

“It’s a beautiful night.” Chan began, “Thank you for agreeing to do this with me. I know that I’ve been a bit forward, but, I appreciate you entertaining me.”

“If I had said no, what would’ve happened then?”

“Well, maybe I would’ve dropped it, but...knowing you...I don’t think that I would’ve given up easily.”

The waitress returned with the drinks on a silver platter: his grapefruit pink and yours the color of a lemon drop.

The royal rose his glass for you to clink with yours, “To...adventures.”

“To adventures.”

With a resounding sound, the glasses met, and you watched the way that the shimmering liquid ripped across the prince’s nose.

The two of you sat for several moments more, saying nothing, but sipping and soaking in the night breeze and the humidity that made your whole body feel blanketed with a sense of calm. You had felt this way before back at the safe house, and it snuck up on you once more. Simply exisiting with the prince provided you with a sense of solace that had long since faded from your life. The sense of responsibility that you felt for the man was noticeable, but you couldn’t help but notice how he provided for you the same sense of safety that you did for him.

Perhaps it was the loneliness of the job and the solitude that came along with it. Was that you craved to be touched? Listened to? Admired? You had distanced yourself from irrational things such as love and other feelings of attachment. In your line of work, people died often, and you had to move on just as fast as their lives had been taken from them. You supposed that you had become unfeeling at this point...but this prince, so full of himself and focused on the material...there was something about him that reminded you how to feel.

“Bee? What are you thinking about?” He asked carefully.

“Oh...nothing.”

“You looked kind of lost here.”

“Was I?”

“You okay?”

“Yeah...yeah. I’m fine. Maybe the drink is just...getting to me.”

“Just one drink?” Chan giggled a bit, “I didn’t take you for being a lightweight Bee. I thought that they gave you like, drinking lessons or something back at that agency of yours.”

“I’m fine. I shouldn’t have more than one drink anyway.”

The prince nodded, understanding. “So, what will you tell me about yourself? Is there anything that you’re allowed to tell me? Or...will you always be this mysterious, beautiful, enigma?”

“Me? Enigmatic? Ha! Hardly.”

“Well? What then?” The prince sucked at the lime garnishing his glass. “Since I don’t have the pleasure of knowing your real name, I’d love it if you could tell me something.”

Over the stereo, the muted trumpet played along with the twang of thick upright bass strings,

“I suppose I could tell you how...” Chan leaned in, “I didn’t want to join The Agency. At first.”

“Oh? Why’s that?”

“It felt like a bit of a last resort and anything that is a last resort is something that can’t come easy.”

Chan titled his head as if to say, I’m listening.

“Life...fucking sucks sometimes. Sometimes...you’re left...living with your sleazy uncle with a letter addressed to you post mortem telling you to carry on the family name if you want to feel some connection to the parents that you never knew.”

The royal cast his eyes down, “I-I’m so sorry.”

“The Agency has been everything I’ve known since I was a teenager. This life...it’s everything. I think in a way I feel obligated to it...since it was what took my parents from me...I owe it to them to do a job that they spent so much energy on so that it wasn’t in vain.”

You stopped, realizing the weight of your words in the air and how they cut like the blade of the knife that you kept tucked in your waistband sheathed in a leather cover. Once the sharp metal was taken from it’s confines, there was nothing to protect those from the damage it could do.

“Bee...I don’t know what to say besides I’m sorry. That’s terrible. I can’t imagine what it must be like to loose your parents and have been thrown into this life...no one deserves that.”

“Its okay.” You sighed. “I did it to myself. Now, it’s of no concern. I can take care of my own, and I have a new family. I try not to look back.”

As he had done numerous times before that night, Chan’s hand reached out for yours under the table, brushing up against the white cloth.

“I can’t say how much I appreciate you enough for what you do; risking your life for me...I owe you everything Bee.” The prince softened, rubbing his thumb against the back of your hand.

The chug of the steamboat hissed softly behind you in that back bar room, and just through the windows, you could see the stars dotting the sky just as they did in any corner of the world. They were a reminder that while some things changed, others didn’t.

The echo of footsteps on the deck clicked, causing you to turn a careful glance back to the direction of the sound. The man who entered was dressed in a casual cotton button up and navy slacks. On the white of his breast, he wore a pin holding the symbol of a crest.

“Lee Minho?” Chan gasped.

“Your Highness!” The handsome man bowed immediately with a startled little smile.

The friendly prince stood immediately upon seeing the other royal to shake his hand. “What a coincidence that we meet again!”

Lee Minho shied with a polite smile while fiddling with his hair that looked to be masterfully styled. “Must be...fated. Or something like that.”

“Are you alright? Last I saw you was at the shooting at the gala. I’m so glad to see that you’re safe. You didn’t get injured I hope?”

This close, Lee Minho had oddly cat-like eyes that were as intense as they were alluring. He was just as you had remembered him to be--put together and polished like a true royal, dastardly handsome with all the right curves to his body, and just enough mystery to him to pique the interest of anyone who had sensed his air--just as the prince had.

“What are you doing in Cairo?” Chan asked, gesturing for the stranger to pull up a chair.

Lee Minho swatted away the question with an annoyed cringe. “Royal stuff, you know how it goes. Everyone is always trying to poke their noses in places where they shouldn’t be...unless they’re looking to get themselves killed. That's why they send me. I’m dispensable.”

“Oh, I’d hardly say that.”

In seconds the prince’s entire body had shifted towards the direction of the other man, and hung onto each of his words as if they were a siren song.

“When you’re not as high up in the ranks as you are your Highness, royalty starts to feel more like servitude than a legitimate position.”

“So, where are you poking your nose?”

Lee Minho’s eyes nervously flicked to you, and Chan realized that he had skipped right over introductions.

“Oh! I’m sorry, I didn’t introduce the two of you. Minho, this is Bee, my--”

“--I’m a member of his detail.” You spoke for him. “It’s a pleasure to meet you formally Lee Minho. I recall seeing you at the gala.”

Minho bowed slightly, “It’s a pleasure to meet you too.”

It was obvious that you had made the man uncomfortable, just as you had liked it to be. While you could see what the prince had seen in him, you had the disposition to be much less trusting than his Highness.

“Which royals are employing you? I’d love to know! It’s always exciting for me to learn about who is plotting what. The royal drama keeps me really entertained.”

Minho sat up straighter, then waved a hand for the waitress to come scuttling over.

“Some of my family members. You wouldn’t know them, we’re all dreadfully insignificant to be honest. They heard all this business about those men with the red crests and they’re starting to get scared. After they targeted...you, they’re wondering which royal family might be next...if any. I’m here to find out who they are, their whereabouts, anything else.”

“Wow! That’s actually what we--”

“--And where are you planning on getting this information if I may ask?” You hushed the prince’s loose lips as quickly as you could.

Minho leaned in over the flickering candle to lower his tone, “I heard that there’s an informant here in the city who might now something about this group. They’ve been popping up on national news too as of late. I’m looking to talk to him tomorrow evening. Luckily, I was able to make an appointment but it was no small feat. I had to bribe him to high hell to get him to speak with me.”

“Hm. Sounds familiar.” You mumbled.

Chan’s eyes widened, then he looked back to you to ask for permission. You gave him a nod.

“It seems like we’re here for a common purpose my friend.” The prince leaned in to bridge the gap between them, his hand notably reaching to rest on the other man’s thigh below the table’s surface. “We’re seeking similar information and I think we might be speaking of the same informant.”

“But your Highness, isn’t it dangerous it you to do something like this?”

“Not when I’ve got her around.” Chan threw a sly grin to you across the table. “I’m well protected. And you? Where’s your detail?”

“I’m afraid that I’m out here alone. Like I said, when you’re as low in the ranks as I am...”

“What? That’s terrible!! They aren’t even protecting their own? Bee!!”

“Yes, your Highness?” You already knew where this was going.

“Let’s bring Minho along with us tomorrow! We know that there’s safety in numbers--”

“Your Highness, in case you haven’t noticed, our hands are already a bit full...”

“I can fend for myself.” Lee Minho suddenly piped. “Travelling alone, I’ve picked up a few things about protecting myself. You don’t have to protect me, but, I appreciate the offer.”

“Nonsense! You should come with us! I would feel more comfortable if you did rather than went by yourself.”

Lee Minho gave the royal a smile in his thanks, it was pure and a little adorable you had considered...but that was likely the champagne going to your head.

“Really? I appreciate it, your Highness.”

While you were distanced, you nearly could’ve sworn that the prince had squeezed the other’s leg reassuringly, and you were willing to bet he had rubbed it with his thumb too just as he had done to you.

After long, the waitress returned with Lee Minho’s drink, and the two men chatted like old college buddies while you slipped away at your drink in an attempt to make it last as long as you could. While Chan did try to engage you in conversation, it would never last for long until he would become puppy-eyed over the stranger again. In the end, you wondered if the tipsy prince would’ve also confessed to this man if he had one too many drinks.

The table bumped with their jovial and restless legs, and you could only imagine what wandering hands sought to discover.

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The hotel was quiet save for the click of heels on the marble floors from ladies who had just gotten off the steamboat and clung to their husbands in their drunken stupor. They cackled in the empty and golden lobby, then pressed hasty kisses into the stuttering mouths of their husbands who’s mouths then smeared with hot pick lipstick. Chan giggled at the sight while he tripped over his own feet too.

“Ahhhh. Being in love is so cute.” He adored them once you had entered the elevator.

“You’re not going to throw up on me, are you?”

The prince hiccupped, then shook his head. “Unlike you I know how to hold my liquor. I’m fine. Just a bit sleepy I think. Must be the jet lag.”

The tones for each floor beeped in the compartment, and Chan lulled his head back and forth.

“So. Lee Minho huh?” You said, not even able to help yourself. The alcohol had brought you a bit of an edge...so you thought.

“Lee. Minho.” He sighed out dreamily. “What do you think of him?”

“I think I can’t trust anyone as long as I haven’t ran at least three background checks on them.”

“Awww, Bee, you’re so thoughtful of me.”

In the empty hallway, the prince with squinting eyes leaned against the doorframe to the royal suite, reaching out to brush up against your blouse once more. You let him, excusing his drunken state. After he did so, his eyes hazed over with something much different, while he looked exhausted, it was laced with something else: something much more longing.

“Bee...fuck, I really want to kiss you again.”

“Hm. That’s ripe coming from you who was just viciously flirting with Lee Minho.”

You could see his head spinning in his dilated pupils. “What?”

The door clicked open and you less than gracefully lead the prince through the dark to your shared bedroom.

“B-Bee, what are you talking about?”

You scoffed, “I’m not blind, you know.”

“A-are you...jealous?”

“W-what? Fuck no. I’m just...you can’t just...toss people around thinking that they’ll all bend to you.”

Chan sat at the edge of the bed and rubbed at his temples when you turned one of the lamps on.

“I-I was doing that?”

You tore a pillow from the bed as well as the throw blanket at the end. “I’m sleeping on the couch. Good evening, your Highness.”

“Wait! Bee!” The young prince stumbled after you, stubbing his toe against the bedpost in the process. “Ah-FUCK!” He grunted.

“What?” You growled back to him, half shrouded in the darkness of the suite living room.

The royal stumbled out, eyes blank and backlit from the bedroom. While you couldn’t see him fully, you later could assume that there was something in him terribly torn and ripped in that moment that made little sense to him, as it did to you to.

Arms reached out, bodies softly illuminated by the lights of the city, and the prince leaned himself fully into you, pressing bitter tasting lips to yours with a heat and desire that only seemed amplified the breather he had gotten. While he tasted of lime and grapefruits, with a twinge of alcohol. He was just as addictive as any vice. You wanted to feel him. As infuriating as he was, and oblivious, your abhorrence to him was just as strong as your attraction.

“Mm, Bee--” He moaned directly into your mouth while shuffling both of you back to the bedroom.

The prince’s trembling breath floated from his mouth to yours where he used both of his large hands to pull your face closer to his. You knew that in some way, there must have been something ingenuine about the whole scenario, but you didn’t care too much, not when kissing him felt like something. Maybe he had kissed you out of pity, or because he really had wanted to kiss you. You broke for seconds before both of your tangled limbs hit the bed.

“Before...you said that you wouldn’t kiss me.”

“I didn’t make any promises...but, how come...you said that you wouldn’t hesitate...? But you kissed ba--”

You silenced the prince’s words with your own heated kisses that made little sense, only that kissing him as such felt good. You straddled the man while his hungry fingers traced all the way down your back. The prince’s hips sunk into the cushiony mattress, and you screwed him down even harder into it with your own heated hips grinding into him with as much pressure as you could muster.

“This is what you want, right?” You pulled at his lip with your teeth to hear him groan from it.

“Is it...what you want?” Chan got out between more kisses.

You could blame it on loneliness or lack of touch all that you wanted, but it wasn’t even close.

“Wait. Wait.” Chan suddenly interjected.

“What? What is it?”

The prince looked up at you, that haze in his eyes now fading to something much different that wasn’t covered in the lust that he held before.

“Bee...I-I don’t know if I want it to happen this way. It feels...it’s not...”

“Not what?”

He brushed his hand upward now to caress your face, lingering on the side of the peach fuzz on your cheek. “You deserve better than whatever the hell this is.”

“Oh, so when I finally want to fuck you, you’re saying it isn’t right?”

“I’m saying, I’m drunk, it’s late, clearly there’s something that’s upsetting you, and I want to know what it is before we do anything else. Tell me, what’s wrong?”

It might’ve been Lee fucking Minho, or it might’ve been something else much stickier for you to admit, but seeing the prince like this, it was too much. He was gorgeous under you, practically angelic looking.

“I-I’m...complicating things.” You whispered out, and the prince softened even further.

“That’s what it is? Bee, I told that you don’t have to worry about--”

“--Yes. Yes I do...your Highness. I-I can’t feel...”

“Bee--let’s just talk about--”

The prince might’ve said more, but his words faded into murmurs once you closed his door behind you, then crawled onto the couch in Jeongin and Seungmin’s room, locking their door too.

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Can u do a Hela x fem!reader where Hela come backs and sees reader about to be killed by one of the asgardians because of her trying to help Hela. Hela saves her and they rule all of Asgard!

WC: 2793

TW: TW for mention of and description of wounds from torture, brief depictions of gore and violence, and technically character death, though there is no real attention drawn to it

A/N: Consider this an au in which Hela breaks out of her imprisonment much sooner than anyone expected, and naturally… it isn’t so pretty. Please enjoy~

The crash back down to Asgard jarred Hela far more than shecared to admit, her rather rough connection with the ground beneath knockingthe wind out of her as she pushed herself to her hands, trying to gain herbearings as quickly as possible.

Breaking herself out of her imprisonment had been no simpletask. Odin had placed a number of binding spells over not only her, but on Hel,as well. It had taken much of her strength and magic to break free of them, andshe’d been weakened a fair deal, as it was, from being away from Asgard as longas she had. It had taken every ounce of energy she’d been saving to find eachloophole in every spell in order so that she could successfully break through,and the task of physical getting toAsgard itself had used the last little bit of it.

But the good thing about being back on Asgard meant that herpower was replenishing, and she knew that the longer she was able to staythere, the more her power would grow, and soon she would be unstoppable again,even more so than before Odin had imprisoned her. After all, she’d had morethan her fair share of idle time to hone and train her skills. She could dothings not even Odin himself could do, and she had every intention of provingit.

But the foremost thought at the front of her mind was you.

She remembered how you had looked, the night she had beensent spiraling to Hel through the portal Odin had made. Remembered the guardsholding you back, remembered the wounds you had sported, no doubt given to youonce they had figured out that you were aiding Hela in her attempts to massacrethe guards and the Valkyrie, and seize the throne for herself.

She only hoped she wasn’t too late.

Long before she had even thought of taking the throne forherself, before it had even become an idea in her mind, before things had goneso sour, Hela had reveled in stolen moments with you, enjoying your company inhidden trysts in the garden, or secret little meetings between bookshelves inthe libraries late at night. Any time she could have with you, she wanted,everyone else be damned.

It had been during one of those nights together that Helahad used a spell to bind you together. A lovingly murmured incantation, and youhad been connected in a way that not many were. You could feel each other’spresence when apart, could tell where the other was without having to search,like a map you didn’t have to read. The feeling had gone away, once Hela hadbeen banned to Hel, and she assumed the same would have been said for you, butnow that she was back, she could feel it again, though it had grown weak, amere shadow of the strong sensation she had always felt from you.

She knew she had to move quickly.

She navigated her way through the streets of Asgard easily,as though nothing had changed in her presence, and to be truthful, little had.She wasn’t sure just how long she had been away, the days had always meldedinto the next, like an endless time loop she had been stuck in with nothing buther own thoughts for company, and so she knew it could have been weeks ormonths or even years since she had been on Asgard.

And those were weeks or months or years that the guardswould have had you in captivity, no doubt torturing you to try and get anydetails out of you. She doubted they would have had any use out of anythingthey might have gotten from you, as she had been imprisoned, and that had beenthat on the matter, but she knew how the guards had been trained.

She knew how shehad trained them.

She didn’t have much time.

With little care for stealthiness, she marched straight downthe path that led right to the palace, aware of all the eyes on her and thewhispers surrounding her. She wouldn’t have much time before Odin was alertedto her presence, and to be honest, she didn’t care. She would burn the cityover tenfold, if that was what it took to get you back in her arms.

By the time she’d reached the palace gates, there were anumber of guards at the ready. She recognized some, trainees that had madetheir way up the ranks in her absence, but most of them were entirely newblood.

She couldn’t help the smirk that spread across her face.

This would be almost tooeasy.

With minimal effort, and only a few waves of her hands, she’dsent a shower of swords across the palace courtyard, each razor-sharp bladelodging itself in the hearts of their mark, until the cobblestone of thewalkway had turned crimson beneath her feet, and she was left to continue towalk in an eerie silence.

Once she entered the palace, she found herself faced with adecision.

On one hand, if she went straight to you, she could ensureyour safety much more easily, but would have to have you along with her as shemurdered her way to the throne. But if she hunted Odin down first, she riskedhim commanding the guards to kill you, if you were still alive.

Unwilling to take that risk, she closed her eyes, reachingout with her magic to feel where exactly you were located in the nearbyprisons. The closer she got, the stronger she could feel you, but she was stillunnerved that the connection had grown so weak, and so with haste, she made herway to the dungeons, cutting down any and all who crossed her path, be theyguards or maids, caring little for how much blood she shed in her attempts tofind you, until finally, she was outside the cell they had you in.

Necrosword clasped tightly in hand, she took in the sight ofyou, dressed in tattered and worn clothing, far too large for your small frame.You’d been shackled from wrist to wrist, with just enough slack for you to bechained with your hands above you on the wall. Your face was pale, and shecould see bruises scattered like macabre freckles across your face, trailingbelow the collar of your shirt, and who knew where else on your body. You haddark circles under your eyes, and you looked like it had been days since you’dseen a proper meal. You hardly had the strength to keep yourself upright, allof your weight sagging against the cuffs around your wrists, which surely hadbeen rubbed raw already from the friction.

That alone would have been enough to have Hela’s bloodboiling. And then she noticed the guard in the cell with you, in the process ofwiping a blade clean on his tunic, and it was then that she noticed the trailof blood coming from somewhere under the hem of your shirt, staining the fabricof your pants as it dripped down from wherever you’d been stabbed.

“The other guards are cowards. Too uneasy at the thought ofkilling a woman. But there’s nothing of use that we could get out of youanymore, anyway, and we’ve had our fun with you, anyway.” The guard spoke in aslow, easy tone, clearly relaxed and assuming he had nothing to worry about. Helawatched in hard silence, as he took a step forward, raising your chin with afinger as he inspected you.

“Any last words, traitor?”

He was watching you closely, waiting for your response, butyou were not looking at him. You were looking past him, as Hela stepped out of the shadows and toward the barrierof the cell, a look of fury across her features, the likes of which you’d neverknown a person could be capable of.

“…Hela…”

The guard only laughed at your weakly-murmured response. “Yes,yes, we’ve been over this, all you want is Hela. Anything else?”

“You have something that belongs to me.”

Hela’s voice echoed harshly in the silence of the dungeons,and you watched the guard tense up. You assumed it was out of fear, but when hestumbled backwards a bit, it was then that you noticed the sword Hela had sent straightthrough the barrier and through his chest.

All you could do was blink as he fell, and by the time youtore your stunned gaze away from him, Hela had used magic to disintegrate thebarrier entirely, and was rushing into the cell, already working at the chainsbinding you.

“You’re okay, Y/N. You’re okay. I’ve got you now.”

Hela worked quickly, and in less than a minute, she’d gottenyou unchained and had pulled you into your arms, sinking to the ground as shetook on the full weight of you with ease, cradling you in her lap. You weren’tsure if you wanted to laugh or to cry, so instead you did both, still notentirely sure that what you were seeing was real.

“…is it really you…?” you murmured, voice rough and raw asyou looked up at her, praying to the Norns that she wasn’t a figment of yourimagination or only there to escort you to the afterlife.

“It’s me, my love. I’m here. I’m so sorry it took me so longto get back to you.” She kissed you gently, then, like she needed to prove toyou that she was real, or perhaps prove to herself that she was really therewith you, and you melted into the kiss immediately, bringing a tired hand up tocup her face when you drew back.

“…I thought I’d never see you again…”

“I know, my love. I know. But listen, we have to get you outof here. I’ll get you all fixed up, I promise, but there’s… there’s something Ihave to do first.”

You had a feeling you knew what she meant to do, and youwere in no position to try to argue with her or change her mind, so you onlynodded, and let Hela help you to your feet, hooking your arm over her shoulderas she wrapped an arm around your waist and led you back out of the cell and upthe staircase that would lead right into the palace.

You could hear shouts and panicked talking all around you,and you worried that Hela was going to get caught or ambushed, and that all ofthis would have been for naught, but anyone that dared to come your way was metwith a quick and brutal death by Hela’s hand, and you did your best not tothink about it.

It wasn’t until you’d reached the throne room that Helaslowed to a stop, tucking you in a hidden little alcove just outside the doors,where you knew you’d be unseen by anyone around.

“…this next part isn’t going to be pretty,” Hela admitted,and you could see the bloodlust in her eyes already.

“I know.” You winced as Hela leaned you against a marblecolumn, making sure you were as comfortable as you could be, and you fought theoverwhelming urge to close your eyes and drift off to sleep. “…do what you haveto do.”

Hela nodded, and kissed your forehead gently, taking yourhand in hers. “I won’t be long.”

You watched as Hela disappeared around the corner,exhaustion washing over you in waves too strong for you to keep ignoring. Yourvision faded to black just as the screaming started.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You came to in a dim room, blinking the sleep from your eyesas you tried to clear your mind a little more. Before you even had the chanceto sit up, you felt a gentle hand on your chest, stopping you from moving.

“Don’t strain yourself, my darling, you’re still healing.”

Hela’s soft voice soothed you in a way you didn’t know youneeded to be soothed, and you reached a hand for her blindly, smiling softlywhen she leaned over you so you could see her face.

“…how long was I out?” you murmured through a yawn, slowlybecoming aware of the dull pain in your side.

“Only a few days. Your bruises are almost gone, but that wasa rather nasty stab you earned yourself on your side. It’ll take a little whilelonger for that to heal, even if I keep using magic.”

You nodded a bit, and brushed your fingertips along her jaw,like a small little reminder to yourself that Hela was actually there with you.

Hela smiled softly, but it faltered a bit as she looked atyou, like she was uncertain about how to word what she needed to say next. “Y/N,are there any other wounds I need to know about? The guards, did they… theydidn’t try anything, did they?”

“Oh, they tried. But I had a good teacher, you know?Eventually they got smart enough to stop trying.”

Hela grinned, and kissed your forehead gently. “That’s mygirl.”

You hummed softly, and for a long while, the two of yousettled into a comfortable silence. You were almost loathe to break it, but youhad your own questions that you needed answered, and you looked up at Hela whenyou finally spoke.

“…Odin?”

“It’s just us now.” Hela answered definitively, leaving youwith no doubt what had transpired after you had passed out. “I am Queen, andyou will be Queen beside me, just as we always talked about.”

You nodded, and smiled a little weakly, glad that you couldget away with it, given your current state of injury. It wasn’t that you didn’tlook forward to ruling with Hela. You’d always wanted nothing but her. You justweren’t sure you agreed with her path of action, despite how much you hadalways been willing to help her to get what she needed.

If Hela suspected any hesitation from you, she didn’t showit, and only leaned down to kiss your forehead gently. “The coronation will bein two days’ time. You’ll be well enough to stand with me by then, I’ll be sureof it. And the wedding will come whenever you’re ready.”

A wedding, you had to admit, did sound much more likesomething you could look forward to without guilt, and you smiled gently,nodding as you looked up at her.

“I was always ready. Back then. Now. Sometimes I feel asthough we’ve been married for our entire lives together already.”

“Well, now we’ll be able to be married in title, too. And allof Asgard and the Nine Realms will see our bond and know that it is true.”

The very idea was enough to soothe over the doubts you feltabout Hela’s actions, at least enough for you to push them to the back of yourmind for now, and you smiled, pulling Hela down so you could kiss her sweetly.

“I missed you so much,” you whispered once you had parted,leaning your forehead against hers and closing your eyes, just reveling in thefeeling of being with her again, after so long without.

“I thought about you every second of every day.” Hela spokesoftly, in a tone that was strictly reserved for you, and she shifted to laydown next to you, turning over on her side and loosely draping an arm over yourwaist, pulling you closer while being mindful of your wound. “I asked the Nornsfor strength every day, so that I might find a way to break free and get backto you. I’m so glad I wasn’t too late.”

You hummed softly, nuzzling your nose against her cheek asyou turned your head to look at her better, and you couldn’t help the flutterin your very soul when you saw the way Hela was looking at you, like you werethe very reason that the sun rose every morning.

“…I love you.”

Hela kissed you again, cupping your face and brushing herthumb along the curve of your cheek, lingering once she drew back so that shecould keep looking at you. “I love you, too. I’ll never leave your side again.We’ll be together for the rest of eternity. Just the two of us, I swear to you.”

She kissed you again, and you settled more comfortably, allowingyourself to doze off as Hela continued to cuddle you close, gentle voicelulling you back to sleep.

“I swear it.”

#Hela x reader #Hela Odinsdottir x reader #Hela #Hela Odinsdottir #Marvel #oneshot #mine #natashalance #ask #answered #thank you for the prompt #this is a monster of a prompt fill i apologize #it got a bit out of hand

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sirisuorionblack · 4 years ago

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Babysitting but not my kids

Remus Lupin x OC, Sirius Black x Reader

Summary - James will hereafter never be allowed to do anything alone or at least anything without Remus. Oh and by the way, Remus almost hates babysitting.

Warning - Swearing

A/N Angelina Lorus is my OC.

"Uh, Miss. Lorus, Mr. Lupin," McGonagall's voice, tore through the boring drawl of Professor Binns. Angelina and Remus whipped their head towards the direction of the voice.

"Please excuse them, Professor Binns, they have acquired quite a...situation to handle," said Professor McGonagall.

The said students glanced at each other, confused about what the "situation" might be.

"Well, Mr. Potter decided it would be fun trying a new spell without any supervision," she said carefully after they had come out of the classroom and walked to her office.

Angelina groaned, "What did he do this time?"

Professor McGonagall took a deep breath, "Well, due to some miscalculations Mr. Potter had transfigured Miss. (L/N) and Mr. Black into toddlers for..." she trailed away looking at the shocked faces of the two before her.

"Toddlers!?" They yelled in unison.

"For how long?" Remus asked, mortified.

McGonagall looked around uncomfortably, "Madam Pomfrey along with Professor Flitwick and myself are looking for the counter curse"

"Oh, gods.." Angelina breathed, looking at Remus's wide eyes.

"Don't tell me we need to take care of those," Remus said, terrified.

"I am afraid so, Mr. Lupin," she said, walking into her room.

Both of their jaws dropped to the ground and fell to their knees as Professor McGonagall moved to the side to show 3 years old Sirius Black and (Y/N) clambered at a side giggling to themselves. (Y/N)'s little chubby arm looped around Sirius'.

Immediately after their attention was turned to Remus and Angelina, (Y/N) ran towards Remus, her arms wide open as Sirius ran towards Angelina. They buried themselves into their older best friends' chest, snuggling closer to them.

Remus slowly wrapped his arm around the toddler who was once his mature best friend and stood up carefully as she giggled in his arms, placing her head at the crook of his neck, her hand clutching his shirt collar.

While Angelina's eyes were still wide as she struggled to stand up with an overly energetic Sirius bouncing in her arms, his tiny little hand poking her face.

"We're not ready for this," "I suppose we can do it," They both said in unison.

"Why?!" "Why not!?" They asked again together.

"Miss. Lorus, I assure you it's the best having them in your care rather than letting them roam the castle alone,"

"I have got my potions now," Remus, as they left the room, agreeing to take care of their toddler best friends who were skipping ahead of them hand in hand, looking amused at things they had already seen.

"Yeah, I will take him to the black lake," Angelina said, sighing.

"Are you sure you can take care of him?"

"I hope so. We can exchange later, now she seems to be attached to you,"

Remus nodded, walking forward and crouching in front of the kids, "Hey, pads, you're gonna be with Angelina, as I take (Y/N) with me, yeah?" Remus asked, carefully.

Sirius pouted as he moved closer to (Y/N) who had slipped her hand into his, "No," Remus' eyes widened, he was just not about to argue with toddler Sirius.

"Sirius," he said, gulping as the kid before him looked at the verge of tears, "Uh, you can be with Angelina, she is gonna take you to the black lake,"

Sirius' eyebrows furrowed, with his hands folded before him, looking down as if he had committed a grave mistake, "Sorry," he muttered.

Remus's heart broke as he saw his best friend in this state, he had an odd thought that Walburga had started being strict with Sirius when he was just a toddler.

Remus sighed, sitting cross-legged in from of the kids and not bothered by the dirt on the ground, he pulled little Sirius closer by the hands and ducked down to look at him in the eyes, "It looks like we are skipping Potions then,"

Both of the kids looked up beaming at him and throwing themselves into his arms as he chuckled.

"Can we go to the kitchens then!?" (Y/N) asked in her childish voice.

Remus chuckled once again, standing up with both the kids in his arms, "well, we can go after we get to the dorm," he said, looking at Angelina who had an amused look on her eyes and a smile on her face.

"You're amazing with these," she said pointing at the kids in his arms who glared back at her.

"Kids you mean,"

"Exactly, little demons,"

Angelina giggled and came to take (Y/N) off Remus' and into her own arms.

"You look adorable when you're a kid," she said, smiling at her little best friend, "But when you grow up, your real pain in the arse," The toddler in his arms pouted.

Remus and Angelina let their toddler friends down from their hold and let them jump up and down the couch in the common room.

"Now, I am having a small doubt on how we can do it," Remus said, watching them, trying to create a plan to get these two toddlers to the room.

Angelina glared at him, "Well, now you have a small doubt?"

"Ah, Angelina we never knew you were pregnant and had two kids!?" Marlene said, her face wearing an expression of genuine shock.

"It's Remus's, right?" Dorcas who had come in after Marlene looked at them hopefully.

"What the hell!?" Angelina exclaimed, looking alarmed, "First of all - How the hell will I get pregnant and have two toddlers within a day!?"

"Second of all - That's Sirius and (Y/N)," Remus said, still looking distracted.

"James's deed?" Lily asked, chuckling and walking to the two kids. Angelina narrowed her eyes at her, elbowing Remus and jerking her head towards the two toddlers, "Do something!" she hissed.

Remus's eyes widened, "uh, Pride?" He called (Y/N), who had looked up at him with her big childish eyes, melting Remus's heart at her adorableness. He crouched down opening his arms, she rushed into his arms abandoning her babbling to Lily.

"You wanted to go to the kitchens, right?" He asked loud enough for Sirius to hear, "Do you wanna go now?"

She nodded enthusiastically. "Me too!" Sirius said, struggling to get off the couch and rushed to them, straightening his shirt.

Remus grinned. His plan was working perfectly. "Will you go out with these filthy clothes?" he asked them.

Both of the kids simultaneously looked down at their clothes, "uh, yeah?" (Y/N) said, tentatively while Sirius answered a sure "no" making her glare at him. Sirius's eyes widened as he shook his head, his eyes still locked with her and said, "Yes".

The older kids in the common room laughed at how much their friends still had their older selves' attitudes. "Well, we think it's absolutely necessary to get you two out of these stinky clothes," Angelina said.

"It's not stinky," (Y/N)said, sniffing her dress.

"You definitely smell, little one," Angelina said, smirking. Oh, how much she hated being called that.

(Y/N) groaned, burying her head into Remus's shoulder, snuggling into his arms. "Are you feeling sleepy?" Remus asked sensing her constant snuggling.

She shook her head in his shoulder but he was pretty sure she was sleepy and that was an advantage for him.

Standing up with the girl still in his arms and Sirius's hand clasped in his own larger and calloused ones. Angelina behind him, jogged to match his pace and leaned up to whisper, "Can we hold them there, if possible?" Remus nodded.

"So, what do you two wanna do now?" Remus asked, taking a seat against the headboard of James' now dirty bed after they all had freshened up.

"Kitchens!" Sirius and (Y/N) yelled.

"What do you want there?" asked Angelina.

"Food," "Chocolates,"

"Well I can solve the chocolate problem," Remus said, reaching his secret stash of chocolate and handing it to (Y/N).

"But can we still go to the kitchens?" She asked, holding the chocolate close to her.

"Uh," Remus shot Angelina a look as if asking her if it was alright.

She sighed, "You guys go ahead, I will join," she gritted her jaw, "Gotta problem to deal with."

Remus grinned knowingly, "Alright then kids, to the kitchen is it!"

"Moony, Moony," (Y/N) called, tugging on Remus's pants, who was busy looking at Sirius as he skipped around, poking fun of the elves.

"Huh? Yes, yes, what happened?" He asked her like a distracted father.

"Will you make hot chocolate?" She asked, her eyes wide and pleading. Not able to say no to his little best friend, Remus sighed, taking her into his arms and seating her on top of the counters.

One the advantages of having a Black as your friend and being neat and clean, Remus was always allowed to cook for what he wanted.

With an eye still on Sirius, he started making hot chocolate for the four of them. "What are you doing, Moony?" Sirius asked, once his attention was stolen by his best friend stirring something.

"Hot chocolate!" (Y/N) answered, enthusiastically.

"Really?!" Sirius asked, Remus never made hot chocolate unless they practically bribed him, "I wanna see!" Sirius yelled.

I am never ever having kids. Remus thought as he leaned down to pick Sirius up and take a glance at the hot chocolate before he placed him next to (Y/N).

"Moony!" She yelled. The first mistake he made, getting distracted while having toddlers. Both the kids were covered from head to toe in flour. How did they manage it? Remus will have no idea.

"No," he shook his head, turning the stove off and helping the two down the counter, "I am not cleaning your dress, those were the only outfits we could find out your size."

Sirius and (Y/N) grinned sheepishly. Remus closed his eyes, heaving a deep breath, "Alright, no more kitchens for the two of you,"

They pouted but agreed to it as Remus guided them away from the side of the kitchens.

"Black lake?" Sirius asked, looking at Remus expectantly.

(Y/N) giggled, "Your lake, pads,"

"No," Remus said, strictly, "We are going back to the dorms." The kids groaned, mumbling incoherent disapprovals.

"Angelina," (Y/N) dragged the syllables, wrapping her arms and legs around the older girl and clinging onto her, "Moony, didn't take us to the black lake," she complained burying her head into Angelina's shoulder who chuckled at the little girls complain and took a seat on the bed.

"Why not?" She asked in common. (Y/N) shrugged.

"Well, then, aren't you two tired?" Angelina asked, trying to get the kids to bed.

All they got a humming from the two of them. Angelina smiled at Remus who leaned up to press a kiss to her forehead.

(Y/N) pulled away and slumped forward into Remus arms and as Angelina snuggled into his arms with little Sirius between them, they felt oddly complete, like a family.

#sirius black #sirius black x reader #sirius orion black #remus lupin #remus lupinxoc #remus lupin x platonic!reader #marauders #james potter #lily evans

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sfb123 · 4 years ago

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Housewarming Heart to Heart

Book: The Royal Romance

Pairing: Drake Walker x Riley Brooks (Friendship)

Summary: Drake and Riley step away from his housewarming party, and end up having a heartfelt conversation about their friendship.

Word Count: 1,394

A/N: This is my first fic idea, and the first one I ever started to write. I struggled with it for so long, then I had a conversation with @txemrn where I mentioned it, and she gave me the boost I needed to revisit it so I could finish it and post.

FYI, I hate coming up with titles. I think it’s probably the hardest part of writing a fic, so please be kind to my lackluster titles.

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Riley stepped out the front door and saw Drake sitting alone on the porch step, swirling a glass of whiskey.

“You know, Bertrand told me once that it’s a faux pas for a host to leave their own party.” She said, leaning on the doorframe. Her voice brought Drake out of his thoughts as he turned to look at her.

“I just needed a break. It’s exhausting to host a party.”

She moved closer and took a seat next to him on the step. “No shit. At least you know, and like…” she paused, “...tolerate, all of these people. The parties Liam and I host are filled with endless nobles, dignitaries, and other people I’ve met multiple times whose names I can’t remember for the life of me.”

“Yea, and I also remember all of the times I’ve watched the two of you sneaking out of those parties.” He extended his hand, “Nice to meet you pot, I’m kettle.” She rolled her eyes and nudged him with her shoulder.

“Touché. So, the cabin is nice. Very Drake.”

“That’s kind of the look I was going for.”

“You know, you don’t have to leave the palace. We like having you around.”

“I know, but you guys just got married, you’re going to be having kids soon. You need space to start your family.”

“Space? It’s literally a palace, we’re not running low on spare rooms. Besides, you’re our family too, Liam and I having a baby would never change that.”

“I know. It’s just that everyone is starting to get their shit together. You and Liam just got married, Maxwell’s doing this whole book thing, Hannah is working on all that charity stuff. It’s time for me to start building my life.”

Riley wipes away a fake tear, pinching Drake’s cheek with her free hand, “Aww, my little Drakey is growing up.”

“Ha-Ha.” He said, swatting her hand away.

“Drake, honestly, I think that’s great. Obviously it’s going to be a bummer that you’re not around as much, but I’m really happy for you.” She said earnestly.

“Thanks, Brooks.” Drake starred out into the woods that surrounded his new home. “You know if someone had told me, when Maxwell walked on that plane with our waitress from the night before, that we’d be here right now, I would have thought they were certifiable.”

“I knew we would, even though things got kind of weird there with us for a minute.” She linked her arm in his and rested her head on his shoulder.

****

Applewood Manor - Social Season:

“If we’d met somewhere else...anywhere else. At a club in New York, or in an airport , or at a party. If you hadn’t been our waitress that night, and I hadn’t been sitting next to Liam. Do you think that all of this...do you think it could’ve been different...between us?”

“Drake, I’m here for Liam.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I...What am I doing? I need to go.”

****

Drake took a deep breath, running a hand through his hair. “Yea, I don’t think I ever really apologized to you for that whole thing.”

“You don’t have to, I don’t ever want you to think you have to apologize for how you feel. I’m just glad we’re able to be friends.”

“We were always friends, that’s the thing.”

“What do you mean?” She looked up at him, puzzled.

“You know the story, I grew up a commoner among nobility. Nobody really cared to get to know me, so I built up walls and didn’t let people in. Liam was the only one that really cared enough to break through them. Until you. As hard as I tried to push you away and keep you out, you’d come back at me twice as hard. You’re kind of a pain in the ass.”

“One of my many charms.” Riley gave him a cheesy smile and batted her eyelashes.

Drake let out a chuckle and shook his head, he continued, looking down into the glass of whiskey he had been nursing. “If that’s what you want to call it. Anyway, when we started getting close, I was feeling things that I had never felt about a girl before, I didn’t know what it meant.”

“So what cleared it up for you?”

“When you and Liam told us about your engagement. I was so happy for both of you. And that’s all I felt. There was no jealousy, no sadness, I was just happy for my friends. That’s when I realized that I do love you, but in the same way that I love Liam or Savannah. As a best friend, as family.”

Riley felt the tears build up behind her eyes. She and Drake were close, and yes, he had an undeniably marshmallowy center, but he had never actually used those terms about her. It hit a little different to actually hear him refer to her as a best friend, let alone family. Drake saw her holding back her tears and sarcastically rolled his eyes. He knew she was never going to let him live this moment down.

“You’re my best friend too, you know.” She replied, wrapping an arm around his shoulders.

“I thought Maxwell was your best friend?”

“Nah, he’s my bestie, it’s different. He’s my party friend. The one I go to karaoke with, the one that watches old cheesy teen dramas with me when I need to unwind. He’s fun, I love him, he’s my brother, but he’s not my best friend.”

“I’m not fun?!” Drake made a shocked expression, and brought his hand to his chest in mock outrage.

She rolled her eyes, looping her arm through his and continued, “You’re a different kind of fun. You’re the kind of fun that reminds me of my previous life. When we hang out, it’s just like when I would hang out with my friends in New York. We give each other shit and complain about stuff. But I know when things get heavy, you’ll do whatever it takes to make sure I am happy and safe.”

“...like get shot?” He looked over at Riley and cocked an eyebrow.

“Of course you go for the biggest example first. I was going to say share your whiskey with me.” She grabbed the glass from his hand and took a sip. As she lowered it from her lips, she grinned and held the glass up to Drake in a ‘cheers’ motion. He frowned at her and snatched it back, downing the rest of the liquid in one gulp, and placed the glass behind him on the porch.

“For real though, Maxwell and Bertrand taught me all the proper etiquette, crap so I could make it at court, but you taught me how to survive court. That’s the reason Liam and I made it. You’re the reason Liam and I made it.”

“Nah, you guys would have made it with or without me. You’re made for eachother.”

“Careful, Walker, your marshmallow is showing.” Riley poked her index finger into Drake’s side with a wide grin.

“There you are, love. I was starting to fear that you had gone home without me.” Riley and Drake turned back to the door as Liam approached them, extending his hand toward Riley to help her up.

“Never, My King. What’s the point of being home if you’re not there with me?” She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek as he pulled her closer.

Drake stood and wiped his hands on the front of his jeans as he faced his friends.

“Drake, this has been a wonderful party, your new home is lovely. Unfortunately, Riley and I are going to need to take off. I have some early meetings in the morning.” Liam shook Drake’s hand and clapped him on the back.

“Yea, of course. I appreciate you guys taking the time to come.”

“We’ll always have time for you Marshmallow. Please don’t ever forget that.” Riley pulled him into a tight hug.

“I’m pretty sure you’d never let me.”

“Damn straight.” Riley smiled at him before taking Liam’s hand and walking down the porch steps to their waiting SUV.

Drake started to walk back into the cabin, he paused and laughed to himself when he heard Riley raise her voice, annoyed, “He’s my BESTIE it’s different. Ugh, boys are so dumb!”

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lady-rose-moon · 4 years ago

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Another one I got is where hawks and his reader are flying around and becomes spontaneous and joking around until he accidentally drops reader he catches her and apologizing to her

OOOH yes! That fits with our boi so much ❤️❤️❤️ The world was boring, oh so boring but with Keigo and his chaotic energy your world never stopped being exciting.

You’d met Hawks through an interview to work as a sidekick and it had been an experience, to say the least. He was cocky and you were just a graduate wanting to make a big influence like every other graduate would want. However, through the interview, Hawks seemed to take a liking to you and hired you after promising you a call back the next day. The number two didn’t want to wait a long time to listen to your voice again so he decided that hiring you would keep you with him and he’d take care of you.

After that, you and Hawks got close. Through patrols, dates at KFC that Hawks assured “are just quick snack breaks”, playing on the Wii at his agency whenever you got a break, and by moving in together. You didn’t even realise you’d fallen in love with the birdbrain until you woke up the first morning after moving in and he just looked... perfect. His normally unruly hair was all over his face, his expression looked the calmest he’d ever been in your presence and he was just so perfect!

A month after you moved in together, he started talking you out for patrols when you weren’t due to work but he just wanted you close, making you feel special and honoured.

This one day, you were flying in Keigo’s arms and laughing at the adrenaline he gave you. You were happy and he was his normal cocky self as he watched your face and all your expressions of awe and love.

“Kei, as much as I love this, why did you get me up at a ridiculous time in the morning just to do so?” you asked him with a tired yawn and he chuckled, kissing your hair.

“Because I missed my baby bird. Is that so wrong?~” He smirked as he watched your blush grow and you rolled your eyes and kept looking down. But then he got an idea that he thought might’ve been fun and he grinned at you, “hold on baby bird!” He did a loop de loop and laughed but only after performing it did he realise you were not in his arms anymore.

“Keigo!!” You screamed as you plummeted down to the city, reaching out your hand to try and grab his even though you were already far away.

“SHIT!” Keigo screamed and he allowed his wings to fold so he’d fall and he reached out his hands for you, flapping his wings when he got closer to you to get there before you hit the ground and once he caught you, he took you to the roof of a skyscraper and settled you onto your feet. “I’m sorry, Baby Bird! Oh fuck I’m so sorry!”

“Keigo,” You breathed and took his face into your hands, “look at me. I’m okay, you don’t need to apologise, you saved me!” “But still, baby bird! You could’ve died!”

“But I didn’t.”

“But-” Keigo was cut off by you forcing your lips onto his, high off adrenaline and he kissed back, happy that his baby bird was safe and not a spaghetti on the floor.

After that, Keigo never let you out of his sight. It started out cute and funny but as the days bled on, you wanted more freedom but Keigo didn’t want your life to be threatened again.

“Kei, please I’m okay! You can see that! My life isn’t going to end like that,” you tried to assure him but his crimson wings only held you tighter in his embrace.

“How do you know? Anything can happen! Please Baby Bird, let me do everything, it’ll be for the best!” Keigo whimpered and you grabbed his chin, meeting his eyes.

You slowly raised his hands to your face and mumbled “does this feel real?” and he gave an affirmative.

You made him feel all around your body, asking the same question and smiled lovingly, lacing your fingers through his golden hair.

“I’m real, Kei. Nothing can change that, stop worrying. I’ll always be here for you.”

That night you and him went out to a romantic restaurant and he promptly proposed, seeing as it was the right time.

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ohnojustimagine · 4 years ago

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The Shield/Reader, with a focus on Roman/Reader; 3500 words, smut smut smut

This is A/B/O, but kind of... just the bits of A/B/O I enjoy. So like, heats and lots of come but no knotting.

(And theoretically there is supposed to be a part 2 to this, but yeah, given my record on that, who knows.)

It's always embarrassed you, how irregular your heat cycle is. Other omegas seem to be able to predict the timing of their heats down to the day, marked safely on the calendar so they can plan ahead, but your own seem to ebb and flow, as if your cycle has a mind of its own.

And the worst of it is that your heats come on hard and fast, so fast that you've often ended up in awkward, sometimes even dangerous situations, unprotected by an alpha when in full heat, unable to isolate yourself.

Most of the alphas you've been with have hated it, dumping you when they can no longer handle the rollercoaster that is your cycle; always putting the blame squarely on you, too prideful to admit they're not up to the task of dealing with it.

But Roman, Seth and Dean are different. They seem to take it all in stride, always managing to somehow get you through your heat even if the timing isn't ideal, finding ways to work around any awkwardness. And the care and understanding they show has meant you've bonded with all three of them on a level that's deeper than you would have ever imagined you're capable of.

Tonight you're in the Shield's private locker room as they gear up ready for a six man tag match, and you haven't felt quite right all day, but you've been so busy that you haven't paid much attention, vaguely assuming it's simply exhaustion.

But then suddenly you start to feel dizzy, faint enough that you have to sit down, your skin tingling hot, a light buzzing sound in your ears, as if the air of the room is vibrating around you.

"Oh, god," you say, closing your eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath, trying not to start crying, because the timing couldn't be worse, and you hate this about yourself, that you can't control it in any way.

"What's wrong, baby?" Roman asks you, frowning. He takes a step towards you, and you hear him breathe in, the change in your scent already obvious. "Ohhh," he says. "Another heat."

"Again?" Seth says, incredulous, and though he doesn't exactly sound displeased Roman still shoots him a sharp look, shushing him.

"It's okay," he tells you, sitting down next to you, wrapping one big arm around you, kissing the top of your head.

"But it's nearly time for your match," you say, utterly miserable.

"I know," Roman replies, rubbing your arm. "But it'll be okay, I promise."

"We got time to fuck her before we go out?" Dean asks, sounding eager.

"No." Roman shakes his head. "We'll need all our energy for the match." He strokes your hair, looking down at your affectionately. "You know you always drain us, baby, with how bad you need it."

"I'm so sorry, I..." You breathe in, because you're already struggling to concentrate, the ache inside you growing into an acutely insistent throb of need, wetness gathering between your legs. "I don't think I can be by myself. Not here." WWE is a hotbed of the most alpha of alphas, and you know that once anyone catches your scent, they'll be after you, unable to resist the lure of your heat.

"We'll lock the door," says Roman.

"You know we always make sure we have a secure room, just in case," Seth chimes in.

"You promise?" you ask anxiously.

"We promise, baby," Roman tells you.

"Wouldn't hurt to have a little extra insurance policy, though?" Dean suggests, and Roman nods, giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze as he rises to his feet. He rummages through his bag, pulling out the chastity belt they'll often use on you when you're in heat. There's a small dildo attachment on the crotch of it, and you stand up, breathing in as you look at it.

Your clothes feel too hot and constricting on your body, like they're choking you, and you pull them off impatiently, not caring how you look, your t-shirt nearly getting stuck over your head, ignoring the sound of the zipper on your skirt ripping open, tossing it aside and stepping out of your panties.

You move your feet wider, biting down on the moan rising up in your throat as Roman walks around you, bending lower to guide the dildo inside you, getting it as deep as possible. And though it feels good, it's nowhere near big enough, you think, fretting a little as he fastens the belt into place, adjusting the straps, making sure you're comfortable. You exhale as the padlock on the front clicks into place, and Roman tugs on it, just to be sure.

The key is on a string that he loops around his neck, tucking it under his vest, out of sight.

"All safely locked away," he tells you, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips, and you whine as he pulls away, trying to hold onto him, but he peels you off him with a kindly smile.

"You good to go?" he asks Seth and Dean, who both nod.

"We're gonna be thinking about you," Seth tells you. "The whole time. Gonna be real hot to fuck you by the time we get back."

Dean inhales a deep breath, staring at you, lust in his eyes. "You sure we don't have time?" he asks, again. "Just a quickie to tide us over?"

"No," Roman replies firmly. "Got to do it right for her, you know that."

Dean shrugs, like he doesn't agree, but he doesn't say anything further, and Roman looks at you. "We'll be back as soon as we can," he assures you. "You just sit tight."

You nod, unable to even speak by now, watching them leave, closing the door behind them.

You note that Roman has locked it from both sides, and you know it's not that they don't trust you, it's just to make sure, but it's still humiliating, that you have to be contained like this, even if it is for your own good.

You throw yourself down on the couch, hand over your eyes, trying to breathe through it, need building inside you until you feel like you might explode, and you don't know how you're going to hold on.

You find a cloth, running it under the cold tap at the sink in the corner of the room and then folding it in half, pressing it to your forehead, dabbing it on your throat, your skin so hot it's almost burning, the coolness barely registering. You sigh, tossing the cloth aside, and pace up and down the room for a while, back and forth, counting your steps, but that only makes it worse, the dildo shifting inside you with every step. Your pussy is dripping wet, slick seeping out the sides of the belt, and you feel yourself clench involuntarily around the dildo, spasming helplessly. It's too small, you think, barely enough to fill you, and it's no good, anyway, because what you're craving inside you is come, alpha come, the only thing that can bring you even the slightest relief when you're in heat.

Your breasts are already starting to swell, firm when you touch them, your nipples taut and hard, and you lick your fingers, teasing the tight peaks, pinching them. You moan, too loud, you know, but you don't care, straddling the arm of the couch, rubbing yourself on it almost mindlessly, but you can't feel anything, the metal of the belt thick enough not to allow you any sensation. You groan in frustration, anger flaring inside you, childish resentment at the fact that your alphas aren't here to take care of you, and the logical part of your brain might know that's unreasonable, but your heat is taking over, and you can't think.

But then, out of nowhere, there's a sharp knock on the door and you jump up, guilty. Your heart races as you stand there, silent, watching as the door handle rattles, but the lock holds.

"Pretty baby," someone croons from outside in a sing-song voice. "I can smell you in there, sweet little omega all alone." You hear them suck in a deep breath, then exhale. "That's a nice heat you got going there, why don't you open the door for me, little one, and I'll give you what you need."

You stay frozen in place, barely daring to breathe, and the handle again rattles, this time with more force. You flinch as the surface of the door resounds with a violent kick, pressing your hand tight over your mouth so you don't gasp aloud, trembling with fear.

There's silence for a minute, and you dare to creep closer to the door, tiptoeing across the carpet, holding your breath. And you can hear something, rhythmic, small wet noises, and then there's a grunt, the sound of something spattering onto the door.

It drips down onto the floor, and you can smell it, and though it's not the same, not from your alphas, you're desperate enough that you let out a broken whine.

A laugh echoes from outside, and then the voice says, "Enjoy that, omega, and if you ever want a real alpha you can come find me anytime."

Footsteps echo away, and you back up into the furthest corner of the room, sinking down onto the floor, bending your knees up to your chest, tears running hot down your cheeks. You sob, quietly, and you don't know how much time passes, lost in your own private misery, but finally the door opens, and you look up, vision still blurred by tears.

Dean, Seth and Roman are standing there, staring at the door. "Gross," Dean comments.

"Seems like someone had themselves some fun," Seth says, shaking his head.

"Doesn't matter," Roman states. "As long as they stayed out." He walks towards you, asking, "You okay?" And you shake your head, hiccuping out one last sob. "Oh, baby," Roman says, giving you a concerned smile. "You're really not okay, are you?" He takes your hand, pulling you up to your feet.

"C'mon, man," Dean says, grabbing his crotch, rubbing at it. "Get that fucking belt off of her and I'll make her feel better than okay."

"Patience," Roman tells him, pulling the key out from under his vest.

"Yeah, fuck patience," Dean snaps back. "And just so you know, I'm going first."

"Why does he get to go first?" Seth complains.

"It doesn't matter who goes first," Roman says, calmly. "As long as we give her what she needs."

He carefully unlocks the belt, unfastening the straps, lifting it away from your body. You mewl at the feet of the dildo slipping out of your pussy, the thick scent of your heat suddenly filling the room, potent and undeniable. And all three of your alphas practically growl in desire, their spines straightening, standing tall and dominant, predatory instincts awakened, eyes flashing dark, but it's Dean that moves first, as promised, grabbing you. He drags you over to the table at the side of the room, shoving you down onto it face first, his hand tight on the back of your neck, your hips jammed up against the edge, digging into you. You feel him fumble with his pants, barely able to wait, wailing in relief as his cock sinks into you, fucking you, pumping hard.

"Oh, fuck," he mutters. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."

You moan, trying to push your hips back into him, pussy tightening rhythmically around him, keeping time with his thrusts, the need of your heat as if trying to pull his orgasm out of him, hungry for his come.

And it doesn't take long for him to finish, letting out a guttural, bitten-off moan as he comes, shooting thick and hot inside you, spurt after spurt, and it feels so good, but it's not enough, barely beginning to slake the thirst of your heat.

He pulls out of you, and Seth's right there, roughly flipping you over onto your back. He lifts up your legs, your ankles resting on his shoulders as he plows his cock into you, deep and hard and fast, holding on to your legs, his teeth gritted, face twisted up in desire.

His hips piston, thrusting with enough violence that you have to hold on to the edges of the table, your head rolling back, chest arching up towards him, your body begging for what you need.

And you see him close his eyes, tensing as his orgasm hits him, his cock releasing inside you, alpha come filling you yet again, but it only seems to make you want more.

His cock slips out of you, and you slide down onto the floor, legs so weak you doubt they could hold you, but Roman's sitting on the couch, waiting, and he beckons to you. "Come here, my sweet girl," he says, and you crawl over to him, letting him help you up into his lap, facing him, sitting astride his thighs. His hands are on your waist, pulling you up onto your knees, closer to him so your breasts are right in his face, and he nuzzles at them, humming in delight.

They're even more swollen now, taut and tender as he kisses your skin, licking, sucking on the hard peaks of your nipples, so sensitive it's almost unbearable.

It forever astonishes you that he can take his time with you like this when you're in heat, because the man has self-control like no alpha you've ever known, but Roman's special, always worth the wait even if right now you're too impatient to think about anything but his cock.

He gets one hand between your legs, pushing his palm firm up against the fullness of your clit, and you rut yourself on it, your hips working, feeling Seth and Dean's come leaking slowly out of you, gasping as Roman's teeth sink into the flesh of your breast, biting down hard enough to mark you.

You whine as he removes his hand, your hips still moving helplessly even though all that's there now is now empty air, and he kisses your mouth, tongue teasing frustratingly light over your lips.

"Yeah, you want Daddy's cock, don't you?" he murmurs. "Need more of that alpha come."

You nod at him, wide-eyed and desperate, and he smiles at you, hauling you up off his lap.

He sets you down on the floor, on your knees, turning you around so you're facing the couch, arms braced on the edge of the seat in front of you, and you arch your spine, your knees apart, pussy wet and hungry for him.

You pant, barely able to control your breathing you're so dizzy with anticipation, but then Roman slides into you, cock thick and slow, filling you up until you feel like you can't take anymore, and when he's as deep as he'll go, bottomed out inside you, he stops, not moving.

You're whining with every exhale, shaking all over, but Roman can't be rushed.

"Yeah," he says, softly. "So tight, aren't you?" He shifts himself slightly, and you moan at the feel of it. "Never had an omega like you, baby girl, full in heat but so hot and tight on my cock." He lets out a breathless, careless laugh, and you feel tears burning hot in your eyes, your whole being consumed with nothing but want. "Fuck you all night and that sweet pussy will still try and milk me for more."

You squirm, trying to move yourself on him, but he's ruthlessly unyielding, a solid wall behind you.

"You need to let go," he orders, gently yet firmly, "and let me take care of you." He rests one hand in the curve of your back, just above your ass, and you focus on your breath, inhaling and then exhaling, knowing that you have to stop fighting it, that you need to surrender, give yourself and your heat over to him, submit to the will of a true alpha.

You feel your body start to relax, trusting him, and it's only then that he starts to fuck you, slowly at first, but building in intensity and speed until he's pounding into you, holding onto your hips, your pussy so wet with slick that the noise of it seems to fill the room like something obscene.

Roman leans forward, hands either side of yours on the edge of the couch, his body over yours, broad chest pressed to your back. You feel as if you're being consumed by him, fucked until you're split wide open, nothing but a vessel for this need and when he finally comes it's like a rush, ecstasy and relief all at once, because this is what you've been craving, and you don't want it to ever stop, his cock pumping into you until you're so high you're not sure you'll ever come down from it.

But then at last he's done, pulling out of you, and you slump down, sitting on your heels on the floor, swaying slightly, the room feeling as if it's moving slowly around you. And Dean's already hard again, right there with his cock in your face. He gets one hand on your jaw, forcing your mouth open, pushing himself in past your lips, thrusting. And you're way too far gone to do anything but let him take what he needs, your heat meaning your throat is just as open as your pussy, and he goes deep, over and over until he's coming so hard that you struggle to keep up. You swallow as much as you can, lapping up the taste, the rest dripping warm down your chin.

He backs off, and you lean against the couch, exhausted, barely able to stay upright. And you can't even imagine the sight you must make, breathing hard, sweating, come and spit all over your face but Roman, Seth and Dean only gaze at you like you're the most beautiful thing they've ever seen.

"You want her again?" Roman asks Seth, who shakes his head.

"Nah, I'll wait," he says. "We should get on the road."

"Yeah, it's getting late," Dean agrees, and they begin to pack up their bags.

You sit quietly, watching, only standing up when Roman brings one of his hoodies over to you, helping you put it on. He knows it's uncomfortable for you to wear too many clothes when you're in heat, but you need to be covered, and the hoodie is soft, comfortingly imbued with his scent, big enough that it reaches mid-thigh on your smaller frame.

But Seth looks at you, frowning. "Should we clean her up a little first?" he asks. "Can we get her out of here like this?"

"She's fine," Roman replies, no trace of doubt in his voice.

"Everyone's gonna to be able to smell her," says Dean, sounding unsure. "I mean, every alpha in the place will be after her."

Seth smirks, laughing. "Might be fun to stir up some trouble with the opposition, boys."

"They know their place," Roman says. "She's ours." But then he frowns to himself. "Still," he adds, "better put this back on her." He picks up the chastity belt, taking off the dildo attachment, and then he seems to think for a moment before going through one of his bags, producing a small, remote-controlled vibe.

And you whimper in discomforted anticipation, because you know how that's going to feel inside you, your pussy already so overstimulated that it will be way too much for you to deal with.

"Just for on the ride, baby girl," Roman tells you. "Got to keep you nice and hot for us."

You shake your head no, pouting in distress.

"Hey," Roman says, firmly. "You need to trust us." He cradles your face in one hand, his thumb stroking tender across your cheek. "Don't we always take care of you?"

And you nod, biting your lip, knowing you need to accept his authority.

"Hold her," he directs Seth, who stands behind you, wrapping his arms around you. You squirm a little, whining in protest, but Roman pays no attention, pushing the vibe into your pussy. It slips in easily with how wet you are, nestling up against your walls, and you bite down on your bottom lip, breathing out, because even the presence of it inside you is reigniting the intensity of your heat, urges beginning to return in full force.

"Don't worry," Roman says with a smile, clearly observing your reaction, "we won't turn it on yet."

You shift restlessly as he and Seth help you into the chastity belt, fastening it, locking it tightly, securing you for no one's use but theirs, under their protection.

You breathe out as Roman drops a brief kiss on your lips before draping one arm protectively over your shoulders.

"Ready, boys?" he asks.

"Ready," Seth agrees.

"Always," Dean says.

"Then let's go," says Roman, and he opens the door.

#ohnojustwrites #wwe imagine #roman reigns #the shield #roman reigns imagine #the shield imagine #dean ambrose imagine #seth rollins imagine

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anonymousbaev · 4 years ago

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RFA+Minor Duo Dropping off their kid to kindergarten w/ Mc

Nobody asked...I just wanted to do it heheheh (Sorry for the late uploads, real life is pretty hectic. I hope this can make up for it, enjoy! ( •⌄• ू)✧ )

☆ Yoosung ☆

☆ It felt like yesterday to him when he’d excitedly jumped around the house when you’d announced that you were pregnant with his baby. But now, his daughter was already 6 and going to Kindergarten.

☆ In the morning you find Yoosung busy in the kitchen, you and his half awake daughter in your arms as you place her in her highchair.

☆ You cringe a bit at the burning smell of eggs before walking over to Yoosung, wrapping your arms around him leisurely. “Honey, why are you so nervous?”

☆ He’s totally caught off guard as his spatula proceeds to clank onto the floor, “Ah! Mc? Sorry did you say something? Huh, wait since when were you here?-” You chuckle a little before placing your hands against his cheeks.

☆ “Sweetie stop being so worried she’s going to be okay.” You point to your daughter as you and Yoosung watch your daughter dazed in her highchair without a care about the world. He smiles a little as he observes her trying to keep herself awake as she rubs her eyes with her small little hands. “I guess so.”

☆ After eating breakfast and getting your daughter ready, the ride to her school is rather quick. He carries the small girl to her class as you follow him.

☆ Her teacher begins greeting her as she assures the both of you that she’s in good hands. You hold his sweaty hand as you both watch your daughter excitedly explore her new classroom as she introduces herself to fellow peers.

☆ Later that day after picking your daughter up from her school day, her face is beaming with joy. All three of you get cuddled on the couch with Lisa as you watch your daughter’s favorite movie “Cinderella”

☆ When you and Yoosung share glances with a small smile before proceeding to ask about her first day of school, oh boy she’s been waiting for you to ask, she excitingly begins talking about her day. She also notes how she can’t wait for her next day. Hopefully Yoosung won’t be so nervous tomorrow... ʚ(*´꒳`*)ɞ

☕️ Jaehee ☕️

☕️ Baehee has everything perfectly planned, and when Baehee planned out something, it would always go accordingly. Even if it didn’t go the way she had planned it.

☕️ Yet you and your wife couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous. Your son was a bit shy, especially when it came to meeting new people. Jaehee woke you up before the sun had fully rised. Six in the morning, and there had been three hours until the school bus would come to pick your son up...

☕️ You begged her to let you sleep in for a few more hours, regardless, she’d ignored your pleading eyes. You lazily got up and began helping Jaehee get your son ready.

☕️ “Wait no mc, I think this orange cardigan looks better on him.” Jaehee hurriedly took off the red sweater you had made him wear. But in your eyes, the red sweater definitely looked better, no doubt. “No! This red sweater compliments his beautiful golden eyes and brown hair well!”

☕️ Hours passed, just to choose what clothes your son would wear, what backpack he would bring, even what lunch you would pack him. Jaehee did a good job waking the both of you earlier than needed because the bus was already waiting for your son outside before you knew it.

☕️ In the end your son took both the red sweater and orange cardigan to stop the both of you arguing. The fashion police is definitely coming after your son this morning.

☕️ You and Jaehee took each side of your son’s small little hands as you both walked out to the bus that’d stopped in front of your café/house. Suddenly, Jaehee broke down into tears as you soon followed.

☕️ “Mommies why are you crying?!” Your son sighs, “Come here.” You and Jaehee crouch down to meet him in the eyes.

☕️ He pulls the two of you in for a group hug as he pats you and Jaehee’s back like a mature adult. “There there, it’s going to be okay.” Probably saw Jumin doing this with Elizabeth the 3rd.

☕️ He calmed the both of you down before you and Baehee waved him off with a million kisses. You saw him smiling in his seat through the window as the bus took off. He’d be back home in a few hours, but you both already missed him.

☕️ You hugged Jaehee, “Time really does fly when you are happy, huh? Our little son’s already attending Kindergarten.” She nodded in agreement before proceeding to cling onto your waist and burying her face into your shoulder, once again breaking into tears as you comfort her. ( 〃▽〃)

🎤 Zen 🎤

🎤 You had your six year old son in your arms as Zen held your waist when you finally got to the Kindergarten your son would be attending.

🎤 All eyes were on your family, specifically on Zen’s god like beauty and you and his son that exactly took after him. The same gorgeous snowy white and beautiful scarlet eyes.

🎤 All the moms were thrilled to see Zen while their husbands could care less. You heard small whispers like, “Zen’s son is attending the same Kindergarten with our daughter? Ohohoho, I hope they become good friends!”

🎤 You probably looked tense because your son and boyfriend was quick to notice. “Jagiya is everything okay?~” You looked at Zen, then at your son in your arms as he sadly pouted a little, “Mommy am I too heavy?”

🎤 You shook your head, “No it’s not that sweetie. Mommy’s just a little emotional. When have you become such a big boy? Already attending Kindergarten now...” You smile as you hold him closer and nuzzle his nose against yours. He grins, “That’s a good thing! The faster I get older, the faster I will be able to marry you mommy!”

🎤 “Sweetie, you can’t marry mommy. Mommy is mine.” Zen sticks closer to you with a teasing smile as he gently ruffles his son’s hair. Your son simply frowns in response. You laugh as you gently place your son down when you notice a few other little girls your son’s age surrounding around you so they could talk to your son. Oh boy, he was already a lady-killer like his daddy.

🎤 You whisper, “Go make some friends.” Hyun hands him his small backpack and gently caresses his adorable puffy cheeks. He nods and gently pecks the both of your chins.

🎤 He’s soon swarmed with kids that want to talk with him. You can’t stop looking his direction before Zen reassures you, “Babe, he’ll be just fine.” You smile as you hug him back, “I know...”

♛ Jumin ♛

♛ Jumin woke you and your daughter up, just like any other day and served you both his delicious pancakes. After dishing out on breakfast, you both got your daughter ready for her first day.

♛ You even braided her luminous black hair into a small braid with all the hair she barely had as a 5 year old.

♛ Jumin continued to anxiously blabber all through the car ride. At one point your ears even felt like bleeding. But you knew he was just feeling anxious for his precious daughter.

♛ Before school had officially started, all the little kids were waiting outside with their parents. Some people immediately noticed your family and all eyes were on you, after all, you and your husband’s always in interviews, magazines, and articles.

♛ Your daughter had talked about all the things she wanted to do at school, it was then when a small boy approached your family. He waves at your daughter and attempts to introduce himself, “Hi...”

♛ He soon turns into a blushing mess as his words become smaller and harder to understand. You quietly giggle thinking he’s adorable but you instantly feel bad when he runs away. Jumin hugs your daughter, “Sweetie, no boys. Okay?” You and your daughter rolls your eyes in sync.

♛ That afternoon, on the ride back home your daughter is talking about how exciting and joyful her first day was. “Oh and mommy, daddy! You know that boy that came up to us earlier before you both left? He’s my friend now, and I think he has a crush on you mommy.”

♛ You’re startled as you ask her if you heard her right, “Me?” Your daughter nods with a mischievous smile. “No. Mommy’s mine.” Jumin frowns as he wraps his arms around you. You laugh as you gently rub your hand against his cheeks, “Are you jealous of a little boy?” He blushes in response. You and your daughter make fun of him the entire ride home.

👓 Saeyoung 👓

👓 Saeyoung is in tears thinking of parting with his treasure. He had never been away from his son ever since he’d been out of your womb. No doubt, he’s the best father ever.

👓 You reassure him, “Baby, you’ll see him again in a few hours-” But that doesn’t make him let go of his son as he squishes onto him even more. “But sweetie, hours! Those hours will feel like a million years!”

👓 Soon enough Saeyoung unintentionally makes your son also cry, “Dad! Don’t cry...you’re gonna make me sad too!” You smile watching your husband and your son turn into an adorable, sobbing mess.

👓 You soon notice your son’s teacher coming out to greet her new student. “Darling, look your teacher is here to get you. Don’t forget to give mommy and daddy kisses before you go!!!” That does the trick, he stops crying with a nod and brightly pecks you and Saeyoung on the cheek.

👓 Your son also makes sure to kiss your stomach where his baby sister is growing. His teacher quickly greets you with a smile and guides your son into the small building.

👓 Saeyoung stands back up and holds your waist as you both wave at your son as a final goodbye for now.

👓 Saeyoung continues to stare at the building, where his son and teacher have already entered and are no longer in sight. You smile as you wipe his tears with the sleeve of your sweater, “Darling, everything will be okay.”

👓 "...Yeah, I know." He smiles and takes your hand as he guides you back to the car.

🌚 Saeran 🌚

🌚 Oh boy the morning was utter chaos, you and Saeran chased around your wild butt naked son around the house. All you guys wanted to do was give him a quick bath.

🌚 When Saeran had finally caught him, you and he could finally stop to breathe for some air. Saeran ruffles the boys hair, “That rainbow loop cereal surely got you hyper.” Your son struggles to get out of Saeran's arms but he’s too strong.

🌚 When you finally give your son a bath, you and Saeran are able to get him to school in time. Other than the fact that he’s grumpy it looks like he doesn’t really mind, going to Kindergarten.

🌚 That was what you and Saeran had thought until he didn’t let go of you and began to wail into your cardigan.

🌚 “Oh sweetie what’s wrong?” You share a glance with Saeran as he shrugs. “Why can’t I stay home with you mommy and daddy? I don’t want to go! Please don’t make me go!” He begins to beg and whine on the floor.

🌚 Saeran crouches down next to you as he gently grabs his son and pulls him into his arms, “When you get older... there are some things you won’t be able to do and you’ll regret it later on. So stop whining . Who knows? You might even actually enjoy this.” Saeran smiles as his son stops crying.

🌚 Saeran kisses his forehead as you also place a kiss next to his. Your son returns the kiss on both of your cheeks. He waves at the both of you before he follows the other kids in line to enter the school.

🌚 You and Saeran stand back up, you give him two thumbs up as he smiles, taking both of you back home.

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♧ Jihyun ♧

♧ You rub your eyes, waking up to Jihyun smiling at you as he gently pats his hand on his daughter’s back between the two of you.

♧ You both gently get out of bed, careful not to wake your daughter up. You both freshen up in the bathroom together and head to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

♧ Not too long after, your daughter noticed the empty presence of her missing parents on the bed and slowly dragged herself out into the kicthen with her bunny plush.

♧ You noticed her as you beamed, "Good morning sweetie! Did you have a good night?” you carry your daughter into the bathroom as you help her wash her face.

♧ The morning goes rather smoothly after that, Jihyun even ties your daughter’s aqua hair up like a princess. When the school bus arrives, she giggles with butterflies in her stomach.

♧ Jihyun is quick to notice, he gives her a peck on her cheeks, "Everything will be okay sweetheart, have fun, learn new things. Mommy and daddy will come pick you up in a bit!"

♧ "Mhm!" Your daughter gives an affectionate kiss on both your cheeks and finally a cling on your waist as she gives a goodbye kiss to the small baby in your womb.

#mysme headcanons #mysme #mysme v #mysme 707 #mysme zen #mysme Saeyoung #mystic messenger #mysme Jumin #mysme Jaehee #Mysme hyun #mysme saeran #mysme vanderwood #mysme yoosung #mystic messenger headcanons

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evolutionsvoid · 4 years ago

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Bufugo are a bird-like creatures that are somehow both beautiful and painful to look at. They are found in sunnier, tropical climates, mainly showing up where their favorite food grows. Bufugo are about the size of a turkey and, despite their fancy feathers, have about the same flying grace as they do. Despite their winged appearance, Bufugo don't really fly. The best they do is jump really high or glide. Instead of flying, they prefer both a terrestrial and arboreal lifestyle. Their clawed arms are good for climbing trees, and their little legs certainly give them a lot of speed! They are very high energy creatures, always running around, chasing things and making a whole lot of racket. If you think of song birds as elegant stage singers, these are the rowdy drunks with a washboard who keep storming the stage. All their running about and screeching is actually them searching for food and claiming territory. They like to locate promising sources of food and then try to keep others from stealing it. Their cackles and shrieks are them warning others and telling them to scram, which is kind of strange because I am pretty sure no Bufugo actually listens to such a demand. There always seems to be a couple of them trying to sneak in to nab a morsel, or one who decided a outright charge (complete with fanfare) is the best strategy to scare off the keeper of this fruitful patch. What usually results is a whole lot of screaming and running around, as the one protecting its claim tries to scare off the intruders, while the offender tries to loop around to snag a snack for the road. While it would be easy to say that the biggest and toughest Bufugo gets the best territories, that really isn't true. While these creatures are not big fans of sharing, they hate the puffed-up head roosters who hog all the goods even more. This means that a group of smaller, wilier Bufugo will team up and launch an attack against the claim holder. This all-out assault is often more than any big Bufugo can handle, and they are forced to retreat. The team will then celebrate with a meal, which then will devolve in a screaming brawl as they fight over who gets what. At the end of the day, I think you can just call these fellows "active foragers," because these territories and claims don't really exist for longer than five minutes. So what is all this fuss about? What is it that the Bufugo fight over so crazily? Why, it is their favorite food: Peppers! Though Bufugo are omnivorous creatures, the main staple of their diet is peppers. Sure, they can eat bugs, worms, fruits and small critters, but the real meal they want is that spicy goodness! A fruitful pepper patch is what they desire the most, so that is what they fight over most often. They love nothing more than snapping a fresh pepper off the vine and chowing down! Such a pick, however, isn't just about flavor and nutrition! Bufugo like peppers for one very important reason, and that is defense! As everyone should know (and if you don't, you really need to expand your palate), peppers are fruit that have quite a kick in them (they are fruit, right? I believe they are a berry, but people use them like vegetables...cripes, I am a dryad and I don't even know)! A chemical that is found in them gives a burning sensation to many species who try to eat them. Some can be pretty mild, while others darn well nearly set your mouth on fire! However, not all species are affected by this chemical. Birds are immune to such burning, as they are the ones who help spread the seeds! Bufugo are another species that does not feel the pepper's heat when they take a bite. Despite this, the Bufugo tend to flock towards the peppers with the strongest burn, and why do think that is? It is because they use this burning chemical as a weapon! Similar to a cockatrice, the Bufugo will chow down on a pepper and store the most potent parts in a specialized crop. In there, they will mix and mash it with their saliva, creating a potent stew. When threatened by a predator or intruder, they will take aim with their narrow beak and fire a fine stream of spit. This attack is always aimed at the face, hoping to splash into the eyes and mouth. Non-avian species who get a dousing of this will suddenly feel like their face is aflame! It is a full dose of pepper heat right in your eyes! While it is not as deadly or infectious as a cockatrice's spit, those who feel it will tell you it isn't a pleasant experience! Such burning can last for hours and, depending on the type of peppers used to make it, it can leave you temporarily blind. Such an attack easily drives off predators, or can distract them long enough for the Bufugo to escape. While it is a potent weapon, it is one that they seem to have way too much fun with. Some species with such an ability save it for just the right moment, fearful of wasting it and getting caught in a jam. Bufugo, on the other hand, like to spit this stuff at anyone who even looks at them funny. This makes them quite notorious with the locals, and especially with foolish tourists. You get some fool sneaking up for a closer look at this gorgeous bird, only to get a fiery stream right to the face! And don't forget when these rambunctious creatures get into your garden or on your farm! Best wear eye protection before driving them off, or else you'll be suffering!

Due to its burning spit and mischievous nature, the Bufugo has gained some fame in the local cultures. The most obvious thing that people have latched onto is their spicy saliva. Quite a few potent seasonings and hot sauces bear mention of the Bufugo, either in name or as a mascot. Their spit is also valued as an ingredient itself, said to be even hotter and more flavorful than the peppers they dine on. Some folk raise Bufugo like chickens, selling their feathers, eggs, spit as well as their pre-seasoned meat! Some chefs and cooks value the ingredients these Bufugo farms provide, while others curse their existence. Bufugo are not tame creatures, even when raised on a farm. They tend to escape the coop from time to time, and they never fail to find the fanciest garden in town to feast on. One chef's prized ingredients can wind up devouring the ingredients of another local cook! The Bufugo also tend to show up around fiery festivals and celebrations. Lots of costumes bear the feathers of these birds, especially for performers who specialize in fire breathing! It is no surprise they show up on so many garbs and paintings! They are quite gorgeous, but do be careful when you go for a peek! Chlora Myron Dryad Natural Historian ----------------------------------------------------- Birds don't feel capsicum, you say? Ho boy, lets make a bird! I hate making birds! Freaking feathers! And yes, I do realize the hands are wrong for such a creature. Got screwed up when I outlined it and just had to make do. (And now that I think of it, this is really isn't a bird is it? Boy this is so confusing).

#monster #creature #archeopteryx #bird #bird?#art #drawing #why does it feel so weird saying dinosaur in a fantasy setting?

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xxwritemeastoryxx · 4 years ago

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Hidden Skeletons 10

Author: xxwritemeastoryxx

Pairings: Klaus Mikaelson x Reader

Word Count: 1.5K

Warnings: Nope nothing in this one. Just a closure to a series.

Author’s Note: I want to say thank you to the lovely @kenmen02 for sending in this request. I know it took ages to complete, but I hope you’ve enjoyed what I’ve done with it. ♥ Thank you guys for sticking around with this series and the many weeks in between posts.

Feedback gives me life and motivation for future things. ♥

“Dad” Hope’s voice was shaky as she spoke. Fear had coursed through her as she took in Y/N in her father’s arms as she lay lifeless. Hope knew she needed to tell Klaus what she knew. “There’s something you should know about Y/N.”

Klaus’s eyebrow raised in confusion, even though his thoughts were going a mile a minute with everything he just witnessed. He looked back down at Y/N, and he couldn’t even begin to think of what his daughter meant. “It doesn’t matter now, she’s gone.”

Sighing, Hope knew it was better for her to come out and say it. “Y/N died with my blood in her system.” That caused Klaus’s head to snap in her direction. “This morning while we were practicing, she got distracted by something, and she got hit pretty hard and I knew she needed help. I should have called you, but something inside me told me just to heal her.”

Klaus shook his head. “You both didn’t tell me.”

“She asked me not to.” Hope said looking at Y/N. “She knew that if you knew about it, you wouldn’t have let her take care of what she needed to.”

It was already bad enough that Klaus didn’t know that Y/N was to die tonight. He believed she’d be hurt by the fact that she had to kill her own mother, but to know she would die in the process didn’t make this any easier. Now that Hope was telling him she had fed Y/N her blood, it proved that Y/N was right. He would have tried to stop her had he known the truth.

Looking back at Y/N he knew what needed to be done. Standing he lifted Y/N in his arms. If she was to come back, he wanted her comfortable. He knew as a witch, she would no longer have her powers once she began to transition. While he had forced this life on so many hybrids before, he wouldn’t do that to Y/N.

“She’s going to need you when she wakes.” Klaus said as he looked over at Hope. “Having a witch close by after losing her magic might make things easier for her to make a decision.”

Hope stood in shock at how her dad was currently speaking. For as many times as he had created hybrids, he had never expected him to let Y/N choose what she wanted. Hope thought he wanted her close by for her blood again. But even though Y/N currently didn’t have a pulse, there was something in Hope saying the woman wouldn’t turn immortality down.

_____

A gasp left Y/N’s lips as she shot up in bed. It caught the attention of the others that were in the room. While Klaus had been sitting right next to her bed, Hope and Freya had been by the doorway talking about potential things they might need to do to help ease Y/N.

Klaus moved to sit next to Y/N on her bed as her lungs took in air. His hands instinctively grabbed a hold of hers as she did. “Welcome back.” He said with a smirk pulling at his lips. “Though it would have been nice to have known beforehand. “

Y/N shook her head slightly but chuckled. “Hope told you.” She said as her eyes moved from him to Hope and Freya who were watching the two. “That’s all that matters.”

“You knew she was going to tie your life to hers.” Klaus noted.

Y/N nodded her head. “I knew that night I went into the trance. I kept it to myself to ensure nothing changed. She’d die and if there was a balance that needed to be made, I’d come back from it.” Her free hand moved up to her face, a look of discomfort playing over her features.

“You’re going to have to make a decision.” Klaus said as he squeezed her hand he was holding. Y/N could see the worry in his eyes. The way the words also held the same worry as he spoke them. But Y/N already made a decision well before her mother tied her life to hers. “I know the thought of not having magic, might be hard to adjust-”

“I still feel my magic.” She said cutting him off. From the moment she woke, she still felt the presence of her magic. She knew that there were several witches that had once transitioned that could no longer feel it. She was expecting it. She was expecting to lose that touch with nature the moment she came back. But she could still feel it.

“How is that possible?” Klaus asked as he looked over his shoulder at Freya.

“A balance.” Y/N said causing Klaus to look back at her. “Being dead has its perks.” She joked. The look that formed on Klaus’s face made her bite down on her lip. “After I died, I went to my coven’s ancestral well. For that short time, me being there wasn’t balance to them. Not when I still have so much magic within me that is meant to be passed down.”

“You’re meant to keep your magic.” Hope said as she took a step closer to them.

“You aren’t the only tribrid in the world.” Y/N said with a small smirk pulling at her lips. “At least temporarily. Once I pass down this magic to someone who will make the coven thrive, I will no longer have magic.”

“A way to keep the balance.” Freya said with a nod.

“But even then it might take a while to find a successor worthy of leading the coven down the right path.” Y/N said with a smirk growing on her face.

Klaus chuckled as he shook his head. “I think you’ll fit in around here just fine.” That caused Y/N to smile at the words. Klaus lifted a small vile up and placed it into her free hand. “This is Hope’s blood.”

Y/N looked between Hope and Klaus. “Thank you.” She said as she pulled her hand away from Klaus’ and opened the vile.

Bringing it up to her lips, Y/N drank the contents quickly. The moment she had, she felt the newly formed fangs break through her gums, causing her to cry out in pain for only a moment. Her eyes quickly changed from her Y/E/C eyes to her amber eyes as the dark veins moved underneath her eyes.

A smirk pulled at Klaus’s face as he watched it happened. “Welcome to being immortal, love.”

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Y/N and Klaus stood out on the balcony of Y/N’s room. Y/N had been taking in the different noises and sights that had been enhanced now that she was a vampire. There were somethings she already experienced as a werewolf, but adding in the vampirism into the mix it was a hell of a different experience.

“It will take some getting used to.” Klaus said as he leaned against the railing, his attention on her.

“Like drinking blood for the rest of eternity?” She asked with a smile as she looked over at him.

He chuckled at that. “There is some fun in it.”

Y/N shook her head. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

A thought passed her mind and part of her thought she should keep it to herself, but the other knew if she didn’t say anything now, she wouldn’t say it all. Especially with it all still being fresh in their minds from the night before.

“I didn’t think you’d be by my side when I woke.” She said as she looked out into they city.

Her words had taken Klaus by surprised. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

She shrugged her shoulder slightly. “I’m just another witch that died in a never ending war between covens. This was a win on your part, but I just...” She trailed off. Her feelings had been thrown her for a loop with how heightened they were.

Klaus closed the space between them, placing his hand on her cheek to make her look at him. As she did, their eyes met. “You are more than just a pawn in a game to me, Y/N/N. I promised you I wouldn’t have abandoned you last night and I meant that. Your death caused a pain in me that I haven’t felt in a long time. I felt relief when Hope told me you had her blood in your system.” He brushed his fingers along her cheek. “Because that meant if you accepted immortality as a hybrid, I wouldn’t lose you. Losing you after finally admitting to myself on what I feel for you, would have broken me.”

Y/N’s eyes searched his face at his words. She was looking for any sign that this wasn’t just all in her head, that Klaus Mikaelson had just in fact admitted his feelings to her. When she found nothing to prove that this wasn’t real, she brought her hand up to his cheek as she smiled up at him. “It’s about damn time.”

The words made them both chuckle before Klaus leaned in and kissed her. As Y/N kissed him back, she moved her hands up and around his neck. Klaus pulled her closer to him, having no intention of letting her go any time soon.

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