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hobiwonder · 5 years ago

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crazy rich asians | 01

Genre: Chaebol!BTS. maid!reader. Smut, fluff. mild angst.

Pairing: Jin x reader, Jimin x reader, Hoseok x reader, Yoongi x reader. Possible future pairings.

Warnings for this chapter: language. brief mention of oral sex. Kissing !!!

Words: 9k+

Summary: You overhear something you shouldn’t. Now some of the country’s most powerful - and rich - men would do anything to keep you quiet.

a/n: i turned it into a fic as requested!!! ngl…. am worried how people will receive this lol. This will be a short series. no major angst so don’t worry. i hope you guys like it bc i really enjoyed writing it. please let me know what you think n feed my motivation bubble so i dont take months to finish this ajdubejekbfjk.

This was odd. Jin’s eyebrows furrowed – which he was strongly against since premature wrinkles were one of his biggest fears. He was closer to thirty than twenty so his concerns were valid. Jimin almost never visited his childhood home ever since their father got engaged to the secretary – another cliché – a few months ago.

“Hm… what changed your mind little brother.” Jin mutters as he passes the sleek Mercedes that belongs to his younger brother. Nevertheless, he can’t help the sly smirk that fights his muscles and spreads across his porcelain skin. He couldn’t wait to rub it in Jimin’s face that he finally returned when his bank account dried out. Most likely.

The plethora of house staff greeting Jin as he walked along the indoor fountain, trying to acknowledge most of them. They had too many servants and it wasn’t Jin’s fault that he didn’t care about most of them. But it was hard when they all looked so sheepish like they had some wretched secret they were supposed to hide but failed.

“Good Afternoon Sir, what brings you here?” Jin’s long legs are no match for the shorter man who usually took care of everything in the manor so he’s a little breathless as he Jogs besides him.

“To my own house? Where I lived for 20 years?” This really was becoming a strange day.

“A-Ah no sir. I meant no disrespect just wanted to be prepared to accommodate you accordingly.”

“Okay,” This was officially starting to annoy him and the furrow in his forehead was getting deeper. He would not get wrinkles because his servant annoyed him in to it. “Alfred… Anders… Andrew. Whatever your name is, I don’t need to announce my arrival at my own home. On second thought, maybe I should.”

The idea is very appealing as he swirls the thought in his head and it’s enough to make him forget the butler’s calls as he enters Jimin’s private wing. He isn’t surprised though when he already hears faint moans but not of a woman for once. It’s undoubtedly Jimin which is again – peculiar because getting off himself wasn’t something Jimin liked to do if he had ‘several other women ready to do it for me’ if quoting him directly. He guesses there is only one way to find out as he approaches the living area, looking at the back of his head resting on the enormous lounge sofa.

“Well hello there brother!” His tongue doesn’t form anymore words when he can finally see Jimin in his line of view – and his father’s fiancé frantically buttoning her blouse to retain some of her dignity. Jimin on the other hand is taking his sweet time tucking himself inside his slacks – shaking his head in disbelief as if Jin’s caused him immense grief.

“…and Amber.” Jin is no stranger to walking in on his brother – or friends really – indulging in all sorts of debauchery but this – this was quite interesting and to put it simply, messy. “Well, well, well. Did you come back to sleep with our step-mother or actually missed your family, god forbid?”

Jimin is no more rattled than a sloth as he runs his hands through his silky golden hair and smacks Amber’s ass as she’s still fiddling with her blouse. “A bit of both.”

“I-I didn’t know you’d b-be back so quick Jin-ah.” Her pearly white teeth that his father paid way too much for are almost blinding him. Yeah he’s not that bored today to play along with her games so he opts for just a dry smile. This was no surprise to him. Especially when the first person she had a fling with in this household was, well, Jin himself.

“Clearly. Thankfully you know father won’t be home until late. Run along now. I’ve got to catch up with your son.” Okay, that one’s on him. He liked to rub it in her face.

“Step-son.” She’s positively seething and Jin couldn’t be more delighted.

“Ooh. Naughty aren’t you? I knew you were always in a bit of incest.”

Jimin’s snort and Amber’s scoff come at the same time but at least it makes her on her way, heels clicking as she’s strutting away.

“I gave the staff one job and they couldn’t even do that.” Jimin walks towards the liquor cabinet, pouring himself a whiskey at 12 in the afternoon – bringing a smile to his face. He did miss his little brother.

“To keep me from finding Amber swallowing your unborn children?

“Thank fuck for that. I’m not ever going to be ready for kids.”

“Understandable. Considering you are one.” Jin’s shit eating grin makes Jimin pour another glass which he drowns in a second too.

“Please tell me how many ‘kids’ you know who’re worth half a billion dollars?”

Not a trick question.

“Almost all of our friends? Plus, we’re brothers you maggot. And I’m worth more.” His stance widens as he splays his feet out in some sort of power pose.

“What now? You want us sword fighting?” Jimin’s glancing to his crotch before he continues, “I’ll win because somebody didn’t let me finish.” Yes, very evident from the hard tent in his slacks.

“No need to resort to unsanitary methods. Talking will do.” He’s waving his hand in dismissal, watching Jimin taking a seat opposite – absolutely no attempts at hiding his boner. “So, what brings you back? Thought you were up in the Bahamas getting tanned and toned and weren’t due back for a few more weeks?”

“Correct but that was until father announced his surprise engagement.” Jimin is on his third glass of whiskey but looks more sober than a priest.

“Is there anything he does these days that isn’t a surprise? I found out I was moving houses from the real estate agent for god’s sake.” That makes Jimin snort out a laugh.

“Christ. He’s a bastard isn’t he?” Jimin had been in boarding school still when Jin had been effectively moved out of the manor in to a skyscraper penthouse because his father had wanted to ‘relax by himself and no kids’. As if he raised them on his own.

“Yup. Turns out he just needed the house to be snitch-free to fuck his secretary/future step-mom.” Plus he was still going through the divorce with their mother.

“I can understand why.” Jimin’s closing his eyes, heading leaning back again as a sultry smile spreads on his youthful face as if he’s reminiscing an irreplaceable memory. “Amber can make you forget you own name.”

“Right?” Jin is letting his inner, less sophisticated horny teenager alter ego slip through as he agrees with his brother about what a good lay their step-mom is.

“You already tap that?” When Jin just winks in Jimin’s direction, he’s clapping and chuckling like he can’t believe it.

“You’re no better than me brother and please, don’t take that as an insult. No offense at all.”

“None taken.” For a moment Jimin truly feels slightly happier. Looking at his brother and remembering sitting across from him while they talked about everything when they were younger and thought they had a chance at becoming people different than their father or their whole family. He had everything. They both had everything. There wasn’t one thing that either of them lacked or desired. So needless to say, their lives were a little grey and lacked excitement. Money though. That never failed to give him a hard-on.

Seeing his brother also made him happy, sure.

“Remember when we were playing in father’s office that one time he left it unlocked?” Jimin continues when Jin nods slowly, “And remember when we were rummaging through the drawers we found a safe and tried to break into it before Anderson caught us?”

“I knew it! He looked like an Anders.” When Jimin just blankly stares at him he mutters an apology and tells him to continue.

“Anyway. I went back and broke in to the safe.”

“Of course you did,” Jin is rolling his eyes but not finding it surprising that his little brother, ever the inquisitive little cat, went back to do exactly what he was told to notdo.

“No, listen,” Jimin’s eyes are increasingly growing frantic as he shifts forward, abandoning his glass of whiskey and Jin knew that this was something juicy. “There were papers inside the safe. Granddad’s will. I made copies.”

“Wait, you told me there was a bunch of cocaine and ecstasy. Nothing else.” Jimin shrugs once again to ask what was his point.

“And?”

“And you stole the papers but not the drugs? My teenage self hates you so much right now.”

“And that poor bastard should be thankful I looked in to the papers otherwise you would become penniless. Very soon.”

What was Jimin trying to say. “Get to the point Jimin. What about Grandpa’s will?”

Jin’s palms were becoming sweaty and a little tick in his left leg had already started and was about to become a full blown restless leg syndrome like a pathetic little office worker worried about losing a promotion.

“Well,” Jimin is moving across the room to sit beside his older brother, turning his lithe body to the side facing him as he starts to explain. “Grandad’s will stated that we were to receive 10% of our inheritance every year starting at the age of 35. Unless father remarried.”

The mention of money always sped up Jin’s heartbeat. It raced in his chest like he was about to win the lottery. Maybe he was?

“What then… ?” Jimin’s Cheshire grin slowly lighting up his whole face was never a good sign. Until now apparently.

“If he remarried before we turned 35, we are to receive our inheritance. In full. At once.”

Jin really felt like his heart would beat out of his chest. Because that was a lot of money.

“That’s-”

“$10 billion.” There was a slight pause as Jimin eagerly awaited his brother’s reaction.

“I think I just had a powergasm.” Jimin is chuckling as he slaps Jin’s back, shaking his older brother out of joy as they both start to gradually laugh louder. Is this how supervillains felt? Jin’s never laughed like this before and it’s no surprise that it’s money that’s doing the trick. Poor people wouldn’t understand.

That’s when another realisation occurs. “That’s why he kicked me out of the house. Because he was going to get engaged and couldn’t risk us retaliating and finding this bit of information out.”

“Precisely big brother.”

“Fuck…. We’re going to be rich as fuck.”

“If he doesn’t figure out a way to get that clause crossed from the will.” Jimin seems a bit nervous for the first time since he had started talking.

But Jin wasn’t. Not when he had people on his side who would love to make some money as well. Well, more money. He wasn’t friends with poor people.

“Don’t worry about it. You still in contact with Taehyung?” Jimin looks at his older brother with a ‘duh’ face.

“You still have a dick?” Jin’s just rolling his eyes as he calls the first number under ‘Y’.

“What?”

“Hello to you too, Min. Say, you want to become rich?” Yoongi on the other end is snorting before he speaks with his signature lazy drawl.

“I’m already rich, you bitch. But I’m having a down day anyway. Tell me more.”

Jin is smirking towards his brother, his body is buzzing and this is the most excited he;s been a while.

“Meet at my place with the other boys. At 2. Lunch is on me.”

“Yes because I desperately need someone to shout me lunch.” He’s had enough of Yoongi’s sarcasm so he just hangs up.

“Well Jimin, lets go get our billions.” Jimin hands his older brother a glass of whiskey before they make a toast.

“Amen.” Jin furrows his brows again.

“You believe in god now?”

“After seeing Amber’s tits? Yeah.”

“Oh hello there. Eavesdropping were we?” A man is leaning against the wall behind you, hands in his pockets while he looks at you head to toe, two small dimples appearing when he grins rather…. cutely you might add.

“U-Uh, n-no?” The handsome stranger is only shaking his head as he walks towards the door where the two brothers had gone in to only half an hour ago.

“Be careful next time little maid.” You hold in the scoff until he disappears inside the room.

“You guys have better discussed Amber’s ass and nothing else of importance because of the audience outside. The pretty little thing Anders hired.

“How does everyone know his name and not me? You don’t even live here Hoseok.” Jin’s scoffing while Jimin worries about the real problem.

“Fucking hell. The staff in this house is more loyal to our father than their own families. What do we do?”

“Leave that to me. Girls never kiss and tell when they’re with me.” with a wick, Hoseok is settling on the couch as well. “Just transfer me $50 million when you both get the money.”

Oh boy. Being rich was hard.

You were screwed. Or at least it looked like you were. Even though you'd been hired months ago - it was not usual to see the 'house Masters' (that's what Anders had called them anyway so you stuck with it). In fact you could count on one hand how many times you'd seen Kim Seokjin around the mansion. though he didn't live here so that wasn't too surprising at first but you did think that he would at least regularly visit his father. the numerous articles written about this family portrayed them as loyal as you can be to your own blood. What behind closed doors however, was a different story.

The eldest son rarely visited his father and his father, your employer, was even more of a rare sight around the Manor. In the three months you'd worked here, you'd seen Mr. Kim twice. And one of those times was when the annual Christmas dinner was hosted. But even for that, the youngest son, Jimin had not been present. So seeing the new face around the Manor today had confused you very much. But the way his perfectly sculpted features, luscious and shiny - oh god was it shiny - hair had told you that he belonged to this family. How close he was? You weren't sure. Until now.

Now that you'd been caught listening in to the scheming going behind the closed doors. He was the youngest son that was asked about a thousand times at the Christmas dinner and each time both, the father and the son, evaded the questions like experts. He was as handsome as the rest of the family so it didn't surprise you much when you found out his identity. Especially when the future house mistress had been lead in to the room by him, all smiles and charming demeanour. You'd naively thought that the step-mother and son - though she looked too good for her age as all rich people did - had quite a close relationship even though this was the first time you were seeing Master Jimin home. Until the moaning had sounded obnoxiously out in the hallway. Anders had tried his best to get to be anywhere other than cleaning the massive hallway that all the rooms connected to but in the end, you'd gravitated towards the noises. Knowing it was wrong for you to listen but not being able to help yourself. The young master's voice was so melodic, so serene, you were almost forgetting that the said noises weren't as innocent as the emotions they were evoking in you.

Your heart had sped up and your fingers had tugged down your uniform subconsciously at the erotic noises emitting from the room. Imagining yourself to be on the giving end of the scenario playing out in the room. But your fantasies had been broken when you'd hear Anders and Mr. Kim's older son's booming voice coming down the hallway. Quickly ducking back in to one of the rooms you were supposed to start dusting in, you'd only caught glimpse of the incredibly handsome Kim Seokjin reprimanding Anders for making him feel unwelcome in his own home. Though you felt for the poor old man. He was nice and looked after you more than you had expected. And the amount of work he had to see through was incredible and you were amazed at how he never failed to complete each and every one of his tasks. Except keeping Mr. Kim out of the young master's room that is. You'd heard the cheeky tone in Jimin's voice when he'd asked Anders to make sure that no one disturbs them. You'd thought stupidly that maybe they wanted to spend quality time with each other since Jimin was back home after a long time. And they spent quality time alright. The noises were a testament to that.

You were suddenly feeling the nervous butterflies in your stomach at the prospect of Jimin being found out by his older brother. And with his step mother no less. Like youwere the one doing something that scandalous. Craning your neck you'd tried to hear, maybe yelling? You'd assumed - wrongly, again - that the older master Kim would be horrified at finding out the debauchery going on inside the room but all you'd seen was a ruffled Amber - you think that's her name from the moans at least - and then joyous laughter which could only mean the brothers meeting. Rich people were bizarre. Did they not have any morals? Nothing settling uneasy in their conscience?

Not that you were any better because you were plainly eavesdropping and that was not how your mother raised you. Though she didn't raise you that much at all in all honesty. But she was quick to correct your mishaps or seemingly 'dishonest' activities. That was all she did really. Mostly your grandmother raised you until you were kicked out at the ripe age of 18 by your mother to 'find your own way' like her crack addicted self told you. She preached but never practiced her own self-righteous attitude more than when she needed to keep you under control. Though your visit down the memory lane is interrupted when your ears catch on to what the two men inside were talking about. The words 'cocaine' catch your attention - it was your mother's favourite at one point. Listening on further was just pure coincidence. But boy oh boy. What were you hearing? Were they going to possibly.... hurt someone for even more money? How much more could they want? They already had enough of it. You didn't realise the pout that had been on your face while you listened to the two brother calling a friend for some 'help'.

Not until someone was clearing their throat behind you, damn near making you knock your head against the wall you had been absentmindedly wiping for the hundredth time. Initially - for the millisecond of the reaction time you had available - you thought Anders would be the one to catch you and for some reason, you weren't as scared. Hence the sheepish smile on your face when you turn around to face whoever it was that had caught you so blatantly trying to listen to whatever was happening. Though your smile - as well as your heart - drops instantly when you see an unfamiliar face in front of you, yet again. And once again - the stranger is handsome, incredibly so. In fact, the toothy grin he's beaming your way is nearly blinding. His white teeth - definitely not natural, though you wouldn't be surprised if they were - smiling up at you as he leant against the wall besides you. How did you not hear him? His body was lithe and somehow you're not surprised that he snuck up on you so easily. Nonetheless, he did and you were in major trouble. He was good-looking enough for you to figure out that he probably belonged in the two master's circle.

“Oh hello there. Eavesdropping were we?” The man is leaning against the wall behind you, hands in his pockets while he looks at you head to toe, two small dimples appearing when he grins rather…. cutely you might add.

“U-Uh, n-no?” The handsome stranger is only shaking his head as he walks towards the door where the two brothers had gone in to only half an hour ago.

"No! Uh I mean. N-No... that's what I mean." You're hoping the desperation in your eyes gives him a hint that you rather not get in to trouble.

“Be careful next time little maid.” His smirk doesn't dissolve. In fact, it seems to get wider. Most likely being able to tell how hard you're trying to make it seem like you were doing the right thing. Definitely not eavesdropping. The handsome stranger is only shaking his head as he walks towards the door where the two brothers had gone in to only half an hour ago. Still watching you.

But alas, your mind malfunctions and the only thing you can think of is to get out of there. Too many good looking men you've seen to last you a decade. You're scurrying away back to the room you were originally supposed to be in and you can hear his chuckle even as you go further down the hallway to the room.

Slumping against the wall, your hand clutches just above where your heart should be. You were sofired. There was no way that whoever this was would not mention you lurking outside the room. Who was he anyway? Oh well, not that you would get to find out because you were stupidly caught eavesdropping. Eavesdropping! How cliché. It was impossible to focus on your work knowing that you will be in immense trouble. Pacing back and forth, rehearsing excuses and explanations to give Anders on why you were outside of your given area. And caught by a guest no less. From what you'd gathered about the older Kim son - he couldn't care less about your presence in the house.

One time he'd come in the living area, stayed for over two hours without acknowledging that you were even in the room. In fact, when Anders had called out to you to return to lend a hand at the kitchen is when he'd looked up at you as if it was the first time he was hearing a name that wasn't his own. Even then, he'd only looked at you for a mere few seconds before going back to the book he'd been reading.

But the newcomer - or old you guess, you'd only just started working after all - you weren't sure how he'd react to finding out your roaming outside his room. Surely, he would be just as aloof and uncaring of a mere maid as you, right? Maybe not if the handsome stranger told him about how well you'd been listening to the conversation inside. Oh lord. This was the only job that paid enough for you to send home and also keep a roof over your head. What were you going to do? You minded your own business but the one day curiosity got you was when you've been caught. Just your luck. Your mother was right. Your curiosity will be your end. And seems like it will be now as well judging from the sound of the doors opening from the young master's suite and several pairs of footsteps coming towards the room you were in.

Your limbs moving like lightning, making sure each and every one of the vases was picked up and dusted through thoroughly - it's obvious you're trying to look as occupied as possible. A few seconds later, the footsteps stop right outside the room you're in and your heart might as well have stopped pumping blood through your body as well with the way your temperature drops from the impending doom. Had they told on you already? Was Anders also outside the door? If he was alone you could've tried to weasel your way out of such a mishap but you doubt the you could even let out a squeak between the three intimidating men.

To your demise, when the men enter the room - Anders is nowhere to be found. The two brothers and the third stranger who had caught you stand in the doorway looking all too.... nerve-racking (for you). Instantly you know that theyknow how nervous you are. Nervous of losing the only source of income that was enough to sustain you. The older of the two brothers is looking at you up and down, slowly and calculating. Like it's the first time he's seeing you. Someone like you at least. Some who wasn't at the same calibre as he. Even his gaze makes you feel poor. Inferior.

Thought it doesn't seem to be intentional. He was inspecting you like you were an enigma when in reality he was the one clad in all sorts of bling you were sure you would only see in the movies. Being so focused and aware of Seokjin, you'd almost forgotten about the two other men in the room. While the stranger leant against the wall like he had earlier, Jimin had taken a seat on the large sofa a few meters away from you. Crossing his, muscular you might add, thighs. Getting comfortable with one of his arms splayed on the back of the cushions while the other rested on the hand rest - completely at ease. The exact opposite of you. While Seokjin was all curious eyes, Jimin seemed to be looking at you with sly eyes, blatantly checking out your frumpy uniform and the duster in your hand. The smirk you'd seen in the morning still ever present on his face.

Never having been in a room with an attractive man such as Seokjin himself - let alone three - you're about ready to faint.

"Are you boys going to start or shall I?" The stranger spoke first. Voice breezy like they were about to have a conversation about the weather with you.

your eyes must still be opened wide when Jimin speaks up. "Relax Hoseok hyung, let the girl breathe first. You okay sweetheart?"

His saccharine sweet tone instantly soothes some of the nerves and the smile he sends your way, the wrinkles appearing around his round eyes making you feel all warm inside.

"U-Uh, wh-what? Oh I-I'm-" The elder cuts you off however. Seemingly not being able for you to finish up your stuttering. Hm, he definitely wasn't as nice as the other two.

"Anyway, what were you doing outside master Jimin's wing, little one?" The nickname makes your face redder than it was, feeling your blood rush in your head suddenly. Never did you think that the sons of your employer would actually refer to themselves as 'master'. You definitely guessed wrong. At least Jimin hadn't. You reallydid like him better even if he was about to fire you.

And guess what you do next? Sabotage yourself even further of course. Your mouth has no filter when you're nervous because the words come stumbling out before you can stop yourself.

"I heard your plan to get money from your dad!" The words almost sound like a really long, poorly pronounced word. A breath leaves you in a rush like you' been holding it in for a while after your word vomit. "Or w-well I guess.... m-more money."

The last words are whispered almost to yourself but the way the men are now widening their eyes at you - you know they heard every word.

"Excuse me?" The handsome stranger - Hoseok, now you know - fills the defining silence with the most endearing laughter you've heard in your small life-time just as Seokjin's incredulous tone has you shrinking back in to yourself.

"And what do you suppose... you will do with that information, hm?" Jimin slowly gets up from his place on the couch, straitening his dress pants. The Cheshire smirk still upturning the corners of his mouth as he stalks towards you. Slow, with purpose, to undoubtedly make you more nervous than you were feeling surrounded by him and his older brother standing adjacent to you.

"I-I... I won't say a-anything." You're taking a deep breath before you say the next words - gathering all the courage that you were able to. About to do something you never dreamed you would have to. "If you don't f-fire me."

Even though you are outright blackmailing these chaebol brothers and with a witness present, you can't help the frown creasing your forehead at your unethical actions. Who were you blackmailing people that can probably have your existence removed from this earth?! They certainly had enough money for it.

"And if we do fire you, little one?" The screech that leaves your throat at the unexpected closeness of Seokjin as he leans his head down. Close enough that you instinctively take a step back as his deep coal orbs bore in to yours - challenging you to respond.

"I-I-I um," you gulp, looking anywhere but his intense eyes that won't let you breathe. "I'll tell y-your father!"

Your reply is defiant but nowhere near as threatening as you'd wanted it to be. In all honesty, you just want to keep your job. Seokjin's eyebrows shoot upwards at your feigned bravery and the bold claim. How would you even get in touch with his father?

You'd only ever seen him from a distance in person. Here's to hoping they don't call you on your bluff.

"Oh will you now?" His head tilts almost menacingly, still staring right down at you. The arms that come around to wrap themselves around you are purely in instinct. You were out of your depth here and desperately hoping they'd forget about this and ignore you. You were a mere house staff and a very lowly one at that.

Surely they won't fall to your words. This was stupid and you were doomed. You're about ready to apologies when Jimin speaks making your head snap towards him.

"Calm down, brother." His smile is then directed at you. "What's your name darling?"

"Y-Y/n." Your brain was on auto-pilot and you just wanted to be out of trouble.

"Well, y/n, don't worry." Jimin is close enough that you can smell his cologne. It smells heavenly and you almost want to sniff as much as you can to take in the smell while it's there. "Our mouths are barred," head leaning down just as Seokjin had been earlier, "as long as yours is."

Jimin was smooth. Slick and smooth with his hypnotic eyes, euphonious voice and tranquil words making sure you were listening. Comprehending every word. You're nodding along with him - actions a little quivery. Until another thought pops up in your head.

"W-What if h-he dobs me in?" Your head gestures towards Hoseok's animatedly in your nervous state. Completely missing the chuckle that sounds from the accused.

Jimin is biting his bottom lip, holding himself back from flat out laughing in your face probably.

"Don't you worry, sweetheart. We're all bounded in this contract. Deal?" He's nodding at you, prompting you to nod your understanding as well.

Seokjin is still scrutinising you, stepping back now that Jimin had taken over. You glance in Jimin's eyes before nodding once again - much more firmly.

"Excellent. Shall we seal this deal?" He looks around to Hoseok who just gestures with his hand 'as you wish' with a grin similar to Jimin's. It's like they're all communicating in some symbolic language that goes above your head. Seokjin doesn't respond but now stand besides Jimin.

When Jimin is looking back at you, a singular eyebrow raised - you nod as well. "O-Okay."

Hastily, you're wiping your clammy hands on your uniform to bring it forward and shake his hand. That's what he meant right?

The golden haired boy only smirks at your outstretched hand as his gaze falls back to your reluctant face. Your nerves are settling slightly when his arm is making its way to you as well - thanking god above that this was going to be over soon.

Until the said hands bypasses yours waiting to shake his and settles on the wall beside your head and your own eyes watch its descent. Before you can ask any questions or even make sense of what's happening, your head is tilted backwards slightly when a pair of voluptuous lips take their residence on your own. The noise of surprise leaving the back of your throat is the only other heard in the otherwise quiet room. Your hand instinctively going to grab at the arms caging you between them.

Jimin's kiss is all consuming, his lips gently sucking yours in the most unwavering embrace. Embrace is a bit of a stretch. While one hand had squashed any hopes of your escape, the other made it impossible as it held on to your face, caressing your cheek with his thumb as his tongue swiped over your lips. A whimper leaves your mouth when he does so and only a few seconds later, Jimin is pulling away with a wet 'pop' of his lips. His petal soft ones are moist and gently coloured with a natural deep pink.

You're barely breathing, eyes half closed when Hoseok has stepped besides the smirking Jimin.

"What a-"

"We're sealing it with a kiss, Darling. All of us." You felt like you were going to faint. Kissing one of them was this taxing - in the best way with the way the butterflies were going haywire in your tummy - how were you going to kiss all threeof them?

"I- Okay." You sound defeated and overwhelmed but ready to have someone fill the void that was left when Jimin stopped kissing you.

Hoseok has taken Jimin's place, swiftly pushing his head closer to yours, nuzzling your nose with his - an oddly intimate act - before his soft lips push against yours. Your arms have found their way to the top of his chest purely on instinct once more. Needing to hold on to something so your weak knees don't give out beneath you.

His kiss is more delicate than Jimin's. Much softer. Until he pulls back for the first time of course. Only to crash his mouth on to yours with a ferocity you were not expecting. Your hands are itching to tug on the silky strands of his hair but you resist. You're not sure if you should even kiss him back. What were you doing? Kissing strangers. It was a little too late to think about that anyway because there was no plausible reason you could think of at the moment to stopkissing him back.

"That's enough hyung. Let her breathe." Jimin's impish chuckle sounds from the room somewhere just as Hoseok's touch gets dangerously close to the curvature of your breasts.

He breaks away with a dramatic 'chu' as his lips part from yours. Sparkling from how shiny they were from your combined saliva. Jimin was right. You really needed to breathe before you fainted - especially with the way your knees wobbled, trying your best to rest against the wall behind you. Hoseok's eyes are still staring raptly at you, the knowing smirk still ever present. It briefly slips down to your heaving chest and even though the uniform was virtually shapeless - you felt almost naked under his scrutiny.

Evidently, your cheeks are reddening even further as he steps back, your heart skipping several beats and blood pressure spiking shortly after when you realise who was next - Kim Seokjin. Somehow, you'd expected the state of subtle arousal to dissipate to a certain degree. The substantial dislike you'd acquired for his tone whenever addressing you had been pushed to the side as he took his place in front of you. Your eyes lock, heart stopingly striking features making you breathless once again.

He, undoubtedly, intimidated you the most out of all of them. Eyes flicking back and forth between the other men and Seokjin, you're trying not to get nervous with each second that passes. Hoseok had not waited long enough to let the panic rise from deep down and you were thankful for that. Because nervous you was not appropriate. Not at all. But then again nothing about kissing your boss's sons and their friends was appropriate. You were way past that point. He places his hand besides your head, just as the other two had done. Bracing your hands behind you on the wall, you're ready for him to steal your breath away.

What you weren't expecting was the gentle press of lips against your cheek. A surprised gasp leaves past your - very lonely - lips. Trying to hide the disappointment that's trying to claw its way on to your face, you stay very still like moving even just an inch might be catastrophic for you. Just as soon as he kissed you, he's pulling away. You hadn't noticed his other hand that had been just shy of holding your waist - hovering besides it like he was uncertain. Which was a crazy thought to you.

"Nowit's a deal." Jimin speaks up from behind Seokjin. Seokjin's broad shoulders had almost completely blocked your view of the other two men in the room that you had momentarily forgotten about them.

Seokjin moves away just as fast as his little peck on your cheek. Which makes you wonder if you were that indigent to him, this unappealing, that he'd resorted to a little peck on your cheek. This was ridiculous on its own because your perception of reality was so skewed considering the events that had transpired in the past hour. A few hours ago you were getting ready to do your weekly thorough cleaning of the vast left wing - now you were internally pouting at not receiving a kiss from one of the three most handsome men you'd ever laid your eyes on. Not to forget - two out of three were your employers.

The realisation is enough to jolt you out of your thoughts and speculations, looking around at all of them. "I should go."

Your words are shaky, rightfully so with how much physical intimacy you received in the last hour than the last month. Neither of the three men stop surveying your tremulous tip-toeing towards the door, trying to get out of the stifling room that was feeling too small with all the bodies occupying it.

They don't stop you when you're fumbling with the golden doorknob, finally pulling open the door. Though why would this day get any easier for you, right? And what had you done in your previous life to deserve this.... predicament. Standing in front of you, was another man. That's right. Another one. Beautiful, incredibly so. He seems to be just as tall as Jimin, ivory skin with a healthy amount of flush.

"Well, hello... maid." His deep - puzzled voice sends shivers down your spine as you stare Bambi eyed at him. Why were all these men so, comically handsome? He looks just as puzzled as he sounds.

"Ah! Perfect timing Yoongi hyung." The loud, boisterous voice startles you once again, whipping around to face Hoseok while Jimin walks towards the newcomer.

"Is the another one of your role-play threesomes Jimin? Poor thing looks like she's going to cry. Unless you're a professional actress?"

The last question is directed at you as he looks into your eyes, his own lovely face frowning as he inspects your uniform. Before you can answer though, Seokjin is scoffing, taking a seat on the couch once again with the drink in his hand that he'd been pouring earlier.

"Please, I wouldn't be here if that were true. Come, have a seat. She won't cry." He waves his dismissal of you and once again - your face is heating. This time in irritation.

Yoongi just shrugs, eyes still watching you as he sits beside a lounging Seokjin who offers him a drink. "So, what's the little maid doing here?"

Jimin is smirking again as he looks towards his older brother. "Let me explain." he offers.

"Make my friend a drink, little one."

"Pardon?" Seokjin sighs, as if being greatly inconvenienced that he has to elaborate.

"Just because you got a few kisses from us doesn't relieve you of your duties, yes?" His narrowed eyes are condescending but you can't say anything. Because he was right. You were still a maid at their house despite the little stunt they pulled earlier (you were complicit).

"Y-Yes. Of course." Eyes downcast as you make your way to the liquor cabinet, taking out the bottle that Seokjin had previously to pour himself one.

"Wait, you guys kissed your maid?" Yoongi's unbelievable laugh makes the blood rush back in to your cheeks. They were discussing you like you weren't there and it was embarrassing to say the least. Though they definitely out-ranked you on the power spectrum so you doubt they really cared much about your input.

"It was a transaction, nothing much of it."

"Talk about yourself, mine was definitely more than that." Jimin is scoffing but you still hear the smirk in his voice. "Isn't that right, sweetheart?"

You know he's talking to you even if he doesn't know your name yet but you resist the urge to turn around, already too embarrassed at how easily you'd given in to their advances. Wiping your hands down on your uniform again to get rid of the sweat that's been accumulating, you carefully hold the heavy liquor glass. Hoping that it doesn't slip from your clammy hands otherwise you were in a lot more trouble than before.

Hands slightly shaking, you stop right before you reach the couch, bending forward to hand the newest face his glass of whiskey. You hadn't noticed before but all 4 of them had been watching you. Carefully examining your composure and the nervousness pouring off of your frame as you tried to keep your eyes on the glass. You make the mistake of glancing up at Yoongi and almost drop the glass like you'd been trying to avoid. Thankfully, he mercifully takes it from you - eyes still watching as he takes a sip.

"Sorry! Sorry..."

"That's okay little one. What's your name?"

"Wait yeah. we never asked her name." Hoseok muses from the opposite couch he's sitting on and Yoongi scoffs at them all again. But they did? Did they really forget my name already?

"Really now?" He's shaking his head mumbling 'egocentric fools' before his eyes turn back to you. "Go on."

Taking a deep breath. Wondering if you should give your real name or a fake one this time in case they try to have you fired when you're gone. You decide to be brave and tell them your name. Again.

"Y/n." No stuttering, thank god.

"How long have you been working here y/n? I would remember a pretty face like yours." Yoongi's tone is light, not flirty like his words suggested. He seemed like a person who just talked this way - complimenting people he deemed worthy of them.

"Three- Three and a half months now." Your voice gets quieter the longer your sentence goes on. The blush on your face is now permanent because of how intently all of them seem to be looking at you. you also need to fight the urge to shuffle your feet around like you were on trial for something bad you did and they were the judge and the jury. In a sense you guess that they were because you wouldn't be here otherwise.

"Hm. Somehow I'm seeing you for the first time today." You bite you tongue, wincing lightly at your own strength but you had to. Otherwise you would go on a tangent about how he really rarely looked at the staff in his own home. Seokjin just annoyed you! Biting on your lip - a nervous habit - you contemplate whether you should ask if you can go.

You were soclose before.

"Please, hyung. You would've if you stopped admiring yourself every chance you got." Jimin mocks his older brother.

"Not my fault I look like this." Seokjin is gesturing to himself like it's a great burden being that good looking. Then again you don't know. It could be.

"Settle down children." Yoongi rolls his eyes at the two brother bickering, checking his gold toned Rolex before speaking again, "so, what's this scheme I’ve been summoned for? Spit it out."

"That'll be all y/n." Jimin's charming smile is directed at you all of a sudden when Yoongi mentions the dreaded plan that you'd overheard. Nonetheless, the way your name slips off his tongue sends a small shiver down your spine, nodding at him before staggering towards the door.

"Don't forget our deal, little one." You can hear Hoseok snickering when Jimin calls out behind your retrieving figure.

Knees almost knocking into each other when you're outside the room, you let out the biggest breath that you were once again, unwarily holding. What had you gotten yourself in to?

Everything was coming crashing down onto your psyche. The gravity of the situation was settling on you and you could feel the hyperventilation lurking nearby. These were not just normal everyday people who happen to have more money than you. The Kim family was affluent and prominent. They didn't follow the normal dynamics of society like all the other wealthy and rich in this country. They made the rules that they wantedto follow. Remembering the incident from when you'd just started working here, you could feel your heart drop down to your toes.

It was your second week on the job and your timorous nature was taking a back seat slowly - getting a hang of your duties. Anders was kind and let you settle in and perhaps because you were just as old as his granddaughter he'd told you about. Minhyuk - another staff member that you'd seen around the Manor and quite honestly developed a small crush on - had been showing you the east wing and what your duties included. You didn't have much to do there as it was Mr Kim's quarters, including his study and office where he worked once in a while. Not everyone had access to that area of the house and you figured it was because of his work. maybe he was really particular about the way things were done. You just didn't think much of it.

"You will always be given your schedule of the type and duration of cleaning required the day before when it comes to Master Kim's rooms so please take note of that."

He smiles sweetly as he shows you around. The notepad in your hand, you're diligently taking notes because you did not want to risk leaving all of this new information to your forgetful nature. You swear you hear him mumble 'cute' when he's watching you but the sound of heels clicking on the marble floors distract you both. When you look up - your jaw is almost dropping to the floor. You's seen Mr Kim's partner a fair few times - on the news that is. In person she was even more... unreal. Tall, thin with equally bright and big bone structure. It didn't phase you when you learnt that she was indeed - a model.

"Good morning Am- Ms King!" Her pearly whites make a small appearance before she curls her lips in an almost sensual smile.

"Good morning Minhyuk. Who is this?" She doesn't spare you a glance when she questions, fingers lingering on his shoulder as she leans in a little close to him.

The blush lettering Minhyuk's cheek tells you that this isn't the first time she's been this close to him. He introduces you as the newest staff addition but she doesn't seem to be listening. What she does though is start to question him about his weekend. Making him almost forget that you're there. What does capture your attention meanwhile is the slight rustle - as if someone had walked away from around the corner. You're only able to catch the colour black and a suit comes to mind automatically.

"Everything alright y/n?" Minhyuk's voice makes you whip your head around back to him and you catch Ms King watching you as well.

"I-I just thought I saw someone." Ms King frowns at that.

"That must be Ryuk. Excuse me." She just smiles - one that doesn't reach her eyes as she steps away. Ryuk?

Sensing your confusion, Minhyuk answers your unanswered question. "That's Mr. Kim. His first name is Ryuk. Weird right?"

You just chuckle along with him - completely missing the underlying panicked tone. He continues the tour but after your run-in with Mr Kim's fiancé, he seems to be on edge.

The next day at work - Minhyuk is nowhere to be seen. Not the next day either. Then never again. A month later - you receive your new duties in the east wing. Minhyuk's designated area.

"Excuse me sir," Anders looks up from the sheets of paper he'd been handing out to the rest of the staff, "Isn't it M-Minhyuk's area? Am I temporarily-"

He doesn't let you finish. "He doesn't work here anymore dear. These will be your permanent duties until further notice."

Your heart clenches at his direct tone. He only spoke like this to you on your first day at work. He doesn't elaborate any further and you get the hint to not further question the change in staff.

You don't see Minhyuk again.

How were you so asinine that you didn't connect the dots before? Minhyuk's panic as he'd shown you to your duties after Mr Kim had possibly seen you three chatting with his Fiancé, him getting replaced - fired? - with you. He was simply removed from the Manor and you'd never heard his name from any of the other staff members either. It's like he never worked there. You were rapidly fading down the doomed rabbit hole. Already thinking of about a hundred ways Mr Kim's sons could have you disposed of. Maybe you were thinking too much? Not possible. With this family, anything was possible.

The tear that falls down your face has you bringing your cold hand up to your hot cheeks. Foolishly, you've forgotten to go much further away from the room you'd exited from. The panic clouding your senses as you fished for your phone from your pocket, hastily dialling your grandmother's house phone.

A few rings later, you hear your mother's annoyed tone. "H-hello Mama."

Her tone turns sickly sweet, dishonest you know but you try to trick your heart and your brain in to believing her concern. "Hi dear! Haven't heard from you in so long. Are you not at work?"

Her tone turns serious and worried instantly at the prospect of you not being at work. You also want to tell her that you called every two days after work but she never wanted to speak to you unless it was payday. But that doesn't hurt you nearly as much as her not even being remotely entered in your wellbeing.

"I am at work. Could you... could you put Nana on the phone please?"

"Um. Okay." That's it. your voice is cracking and you know she can hear you but she doesn't care enough to ask.

"Hello? y/n?"

"Nana." whimpering, you try to not burst out crying. Keeping the intense emotions at bay.

"What's wrong dear? Are you alright?" Hearing her perturbed tone at your distressed one only makes the tears fall quicker, making you slap them away so they don't blur your vision completely.

"Nana... I might be in trouble. I-I might get..." fired. You couldn't say it. Once you let her know you were a hundred percent sure your mother would be incessant in having her spill the bad news. She would make your grandmother's life hell and you couldn't do that to her. Your mother needed the steady money to keep her in rehab. You had hopes that since she was at least going to rehab - that one day she could be a good mother to you.

"What dear? You can tell me y/n." Pushing your hand over your mouth, you try and swallow the sob before it passes through the phone. Though you could already hear your mother asking your Nana what was going on.

"Be quiet Elizabeth! I'll tell you."

"I-I'm okay. I just miss you." You could do this. your grandmother didn't deserve this. No one deserved this just because you made a foolish mistake and you hope she doesn't question you further.

"We miss you too dear. So much. Will you be able to visit soon? Let her get back to work Ma." Your mother sounded angry and you wanted to scream at her through the phone that at least your grandmother cared.

"I'll let you know. I have to go now Nana. I love you."

"I love you too darling. So much." She stays on the line for a few more moments. Making sure you didn't want to say anything else.

Dropping your head down in your lap - you let the last few stray tears fall, trying to stay as quiet as possible. You needed to pull it together. Your family was counting on you to keep this job and you were going to fight for it. Even if you were several outnumbered. You had their secret and that should count for something, right? As long as you appeared strong in front of them - maybe they'll leave you alone.

Dusting off your uniform, wiping away at your face and checking it in the nearest grand mirror on the wall - you get to work. You still had a job.

What you domiss though, is the man who had witnessed your panicked tears. He hadn't expected himself to be this affected but the way his heart clenched and his hands curled into fists at your disturbed state - he'd never wanted to comfort someone this badly. Empathy. A foreign emotion indeed.

#bts #bts smut #bts x reader #bts fanfction #jimin x reader #jin x reader #jhope x reader #yoongi x reader #hobiwonder #lmk what you think #:)

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poweredbycoffeeandwine · 6 years ago

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This is the Prompt list I mentioned (here).

Day 1 is already taken.

12 Days of Christmas Prompts!

For any writers or artists who want to use them, feel free!

*First Day (Dec 13th): Playing in the snow

*Second Day (Dec 14th): Ugly sweaters

*Third Day (Dec 15th): Getting lost at the mall

*Fourth Day (Dec 16th): Baking cookies

*Fifth Day (Dec 17th): Cuddling by the fire

*Sixth Day (Dec 18th): Wrapping Presents

*Seventh Day (Dec 19th): Watching holiday specials on tv

*Eighth Day (Dec 20th): Kissing under the mistletoe

*Ninth Day (Dec 21st): Holiday party

*Tenth Day (Dec 22nd): Visiting relatives

*Eleventh Day (Dec 23rd): Decorating the tree

*Twelfth Day (Dec 24th): Christmas Eve

#holiday prompts #tavrien shepard x kaidan alenko #camille ryder x liam kosta #mercedes hawke x anders #elina trevelyan x cullen rutherford #steph does holiday prompts

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elite-polos · 5 years ago

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30 Days of Élite Fic ♛ Day 14: Lost Pairing: Polo x Cayetana x Valerio Rating: T Notes: AU where they’re all adults. Caye x Valerio are together, and Polo has never met them before.

“Fuck!” yells Polo, banging his fist against the driver’s side window of his car. Half of him hopes that’ll do the trick and the door will finally unlock, but the attempt is futile.

He doesn’t know how he could’ve been so stupid. It wasn’t even like he’d been having a bad day or anything. No, he’d woken up in a good mood, and that had carried all the way through his day at work. Up until now, when he’d gotten to his car and realized that at some point during the day, he’d lost his keys.

He’d searched through all of his pockets several times, and his briefcase too, but the keys are nowhere to be found. And on top of that, it’s pouring rain, and he’s parked on the street, with no cover overhead. Every minute more he spends trying to figure out what to do is another minute of his best suit getting completely soaked.

A chill runs up Polo’s spine, and he shivers. He looks up and down the street, but none of his coworkers are in sight. At this time, his office building is locked for the day too, unless you get special permission from the security guard. None of the buildings even have an awning or any kind of overhang to stand under while he calls for help.

He doesn’t want to bother Guzmán, since he and Nadia are busy enough with the baby. Ander is out of town on a weekend getaway that Omar had been begging him to go on. Polo racks his brain, trying to figure out who to call without taking out his phone and getting that wet too.

Just then, a burgundy Mercedes rounds the corner. Through the wall of rain, Polo doubts they can see much besides the road right in front of them, but to his surprise the car slows to a roll and the driver’s side window rolls down.

“Need a ride, buddy?” the driver shouts over to him. He has an unfamiliar accent—he’s not from Spain, that’s for sure—and Polo finds it somewhat alluring. The stranger’s lips curve up into a half-smile, awaiting his response.

Polo can’t help it that his brain goes: Hot guy? Dry car? Fuck it. A man only has so much common sense, anyway.

So he makes a beeline for the back door of the Mercedes and flings open the door, throwing himself in and slamming it shut as fast as he can.

“This is kind of an unconventional way to make new friends, but nice to meet you, I’m Valerio,” says the driver. He extends a hand to the back seat and Polo shakes it.

“I’m Polo,” replies Polo awkwardly.

“I’m Cayetana,” says the woman in the passenger seat. He hadn’t really been able to see her from outside, but now that he’s in the car, he sees that she’s just as beautiful as Valerio. Polo can’t help but feel like the luckiest bisexual on the planet, at least for the duration of this car ride.

“Thank you guys so much for offering to give me a ride. I lost my car keys, and I have no other way to get home,” Polo explains, sitting very still in his seat and trying not to get their car too wet.

“Well we couldn’t just leave you standing out there in the rain, right, babe?” Cayetana says, looking toward Valerio for confirmation.

“Of course not,” Valerio agrees. “So, where to, Polo Pony?”

At that moment, it dawns on Polo that the keys to his apartment are on the same keyring as his car keys. “Shit…,” he mutters. “I...can’t get into my apartment either, actually. I lose those keys too.” It looks like he’s going to have to call Guzmán after all. “You guys can just drop me off at the center of town, actually, I’ll wait for my friend to pick me up.”

He sees Cayetana and Valerio exchange a glance in the rearview mirror, not knowing what it means.

Then Valerio clears his throat. “Come over to our place. I mean, if you want.”

“Really? I wouldn’t want to impose—”

“It’s no problem, we’d be happy to let you stay the night, get you some dry clothes and something to eat, and then we’ll drive you back to find your keys in the morning, after the rain stops,” says Valerio. Cayetana doesn’t say anything, but she looks back at Polo and gives him a warm, close-lipped smile.

Polo knows he should probably feel less at ease around complete strangers. But for some reason, he feels completely comfortable around them, as if he’d known them in a past life. “Thank you so much, both of you. I really appreciate it.”

And before he knows it, the car is pulling into the driveway of a nice house in the suburbs, luckily with an attached garage so they can get out without getting wet (or, in Polo’s case, even more wet). As Cayetana opens the door to the house, she exchanges another look with Valerio, which momentarily makes Polo suspect he’s about to get murdered.

But all his apprehensions fade away when he steps into the house, and it’s warm and sweet-smelling, more home-like than anywhere he’s ever lived.

“Valerio will go get you something dry to put on,” Cayetana says, leading him inside.

After putting down her purse and taking off her coat, he looks him over as he drips on the kitchen floor and tries not to shiver visibly. She shakes her head, as if saying, this will not do. “Come on, I’ll get you a towel. We need to get you out of those wet clothes right now or you’ll catch a cold.”

Cayetana guides him to the laundry room and tilts her head toward the dryer. “Go ahead and throw everything in there,” she says, opening a small closet and rummaging through it to find their nice towels.

Polo stands there awkwardly, shifting from side to side, wondering if she really wants him to get undressed right then and there.

Sensing that he hadn’t moved, Cayetana pops her head back out. “Well, go on, there’s no need to be shy,” she encourages him, before backtracking. “Unless you’re not comfortable with it, of course, you can wait for me to leave.”

“No, no no no,” Polo says quickly. “I’m not uncomfortable at all.” To prove it, he takes off his jacket and peels off his dress shirt, tossing them in the dryer, all with Cayetana’s eyes on him. He doesn’t know what’s gotten into him, that he’s so daring all of a sudden. But from the way Cayetana’s eyes are sparkling, he has a feeling that he’s stumbled into something good. Very good.

As he undoes his belt, Cayetana continues to look for a towel. By the time she finds one, Valerio is already coming down the stairs. The first thing he sees is the toned bare back of their houseguest as he bends over to pull down his pants. Valerio raises his eyebrows, in surprise but also keen interest.

Cayetana catches his eye over Polo’s shoulder, nodding. Valerio bites his lip in excitement.

“Why don’t you come upstairs?” Valerio says.

#30days #elite #elite fanfiction #polo x cayetana x valerio #polo #cayetana #valerio #i wrote a thing

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non-toxicdragonageconfessions · 6 years ago

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Songday Sunday: Anders x Fenris Playlist

What’s left of me - Nick Lachey This is my idea - Swan Princess Listen to your Heart - Roxette Irgendwie, Irgendwo, Irgendwann - Nena Deep Dreams 2 - KST Beats The Perfect Scene - Mercy Mercedes Worn - Tenth Avenue North My hearts beat like a drum - ATC

#da2 #fenris #anders #companion #romance #anders x fenris #dragon age 2 #songday sunday

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keesdp · 5 years ago

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01 Rijn- en Roerfietsen

Het knooppuntensysteem wat Duitsland van Nederland heeft overgenomen sinds vorig jaar wil nog maar niet lukken. In Emmerich kocht ik voor € 7,95 een knooppuntenkaart, maar de bewegwijzering laat meer dan eens een steekje vallen. De knooppunten staan op de goede plaatsen, maar er wordt onderweg nog wel eens een bordje vergeten.

Routes lopen door elkaar, maar er staat maar 1 bordje op een kruising met een pijl en een rood fietsje erop. Over welke fietsroute het gaat weet niemand.

Omleidingen bij wegopbrekingen zijn nog erger. Voor auto's is er een umleitung maar fietsers zoeken het maar uit. Als je geen kaart bij je hebt, maar alleen de knooppunten hebt genoteerd, zoals je in Nederland makkelijk kan doen, kom je bij de eerste de beste afsluiting in de problemen.

Het is heet deze eerste week in Duitsland. Op de fiets is het nog te doen met een beetje rijwind, maar als je afstapt moet je snel de schaduw zoeken met een koud biertje. Laat dat nou net in Duitsland perfect georganiseerd zijn. Overal kan je neer strijken op een terrasje en kan je een biertje of een Rijnwijntje bestellen. Niet alleen in Duitsland natuurlijk, in bijvoorbeeld het Verenigd Koninkrijk ook, maar daar ben je 4 x zoveel geld kwijt. Wij kopen hier in de supermarkt een blik van een halve liter prima bier met 5,6% alcohol voor € 0,29. aan de andere kant van de Noordzee betaal je voor een halve liter bier met 4,2% minstens €2,40 Maar daar gaat dit verhaaltje niet over.

In Duisburg hebben we een camperplek bij de jachthaven. De meeste tijd zijn we alleen hier, in het weekend zijn er wat bootmensen en is de kantine open, maar door de week is het lekker stil. Een prima uitvalbasis voor onze fietstochten met elektriciteit en sanitair. De fietspaden in de stad zijn slecht te noemen. Meestal moet je de stoep op en bij de kruispunten bij de voetgangerslichten oversteken. De fietspaden in de parken zijn meestal van gemalen grind. Hier is het heerlijk fietsen langs de plassen en in de schaduw van de bomen.

Bij de VVV van Duisburg hebben we diverse fietsroutekaarten gevonden. Speciaal voor ons heeft hij routekaarten opgehaald die nergens meer te krijgen zijn. De man baalde dat er mensen de kaarten meenamen omdat ze gratis zijn, maar nog nooit op een fiets hadden gezeten. Omdat wij de goede vragen stellen besluit hij de goede kaarten voor ons op te halen. We moeten een uur later maar terug komen. Geen straf in de Konigstrasse in het centrum, waar ook een foodtrucfestival aan de gang is. Als we een uur later terug komen, krijgen we een plastic map met 5 kaarten van een kanaalroute tussen Duisburg en Datteln.

5 cm is 1 km, dus goed te lezen. Alle straten, stations restaurants, alles staat erop wat we nodig hebben. Ook de Industrie Cultuur Route, Ik herken hem aan zijn rechte lijnen, omdat het vroeger een spoorbaan is geweest, maar nu een fietspad is.

De Duitsers hebben veel geduld met ons fietsers, ze laten ons vaak voor gaan, en willen ons de weg wijzen, terwijl we niet eens verdwaald zijn. Even stoppen om de kaart te lezen geeft kennelijk al aanleiding voor hen om aanwijzingen te geven. Een man, met grijs shirt en grijs petje, laat ons, voordat ik door heb dat we de verkeerde kant opgaan, achter hem aanrijden, een brug over onder een grote weg door. Hij kijkt achterom en wacht tot wij hem volgen als we even aarzelen. Uit beleefdheid en de veronderstelling dat hij als Duisburger het wel zal weten, volgen we hem tot hij plots een andere kant op moet en ons aanraad rechtdoor te rijden. 5 minuten later rijden we Oberhausen binnen. Een echtpaar is bezig een stalen rek in een Mercedes cabrio te laden met dekentjes wordt de lak beschermd. Ze kijken verbaasd als ze horen dat we naar Ruhrord in Duisburg op zoek zijn. Ze wijzen ons de richting die we zouden moeten rijden en vragen of we misschien koffie willen. Lief he?

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agua-quemada-edition · 6 years ago

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Der große Raub oder unser aller Abhängigkeit nach dem Stoff

Erst als fast nicht mehr ging, konnten wir das ganze Ausmaß des Raubes erahnen. Es hatte wie einige Wochen zuvor damit begonnen, dass es hieß, dass es gerade keinen Treibstoff mehr gebe. Nur noch an einigen wenigen Tankstellen. Damals war das zwei oder drei Tage so gegangen. Nach einem oder zwei Tagen wussten es alle und richteten sich darauf ein.

Nur diesmal waren wir bereits bei Tag 10 angelangt. Kein voller Tank reichte für eine so lange Zeit, selbst wenn man nur zur Arbeit und wieder zurückfuhr. Das allernötigste erledigte.

Da das braune Gold rar war, hatte außer kilometerlangen Schlangen vor den Zapfsäulen, wo man sich noch mit dem Stoff versorgen konnte auch noch andere Folgen für die Umgebung: Aus den sonst von Smogwolken überlagerten riesigen Tälern in denen Toluca und Mexiko-Stadt liegen, wurden extrem verbesserte Luftwerte gemeldet, da viele Leute zwangsweise auf Busse, Metro und Fahrgemeinschaften umstiegen. Auch die abends vollkommen verstopften Straßen in denen ich sonst immer in waghalsigen Manövern zwischen den röhrenden Bussen, der Bordsteinkante und den Schlaglöchern auf meinem Drahtesel bewegt hatte, wirkten im Vergleich wie ausgestorben.

Und tief atmete ich die kühle Nachtluft ein. Ich rauschte durch die Nacht, am Horizont PEMEX aufleuchtend, hoch in der Luft und parallel neben meiner Fahrspur gen PEMEX, Pick-Ups, Taxis, Kleinwägen in einer langen Reihe und die Leute darinnen schliefen und einige unterhielten sich in der Dunkelheit der Straße und als ich dann den grell erleuchteten Tempel passierte, sah ich das dieser noch geschlossen war. Nur zwei Tankwarte lungerten unter den grellen Scheinwerfern herum.

Hoffnungen auf einen Tanklaster in der Nacht.

Doch um zu begreifen muss man tief in den Korruptionsdschungel Mexikos wandern. Politiker, ranghoher Beamte, Mitarbeiter des staatlichen Mineralölkonzerns PEMEX und der allgegenwärtige Narcotráfico, ein gigantisches Netzwerk, dass offiziellen Angaben zufolge seit circa sechs, aber wahrscheinlich seit etwa 20 Jahren Treibstoff abzapften. Dem staatlichen Mineralölkonzern PEMEX zufolge betrug der Verlust durch den Treibstoffklau im Jahre 2018 60 Mrd. mexikanischer Pesos, was um die 2,7 Mrd. Euro entspricht, bei einem gleichzeitigen Umsatz von circa 12 Mrd. Euro. Das entspricht laut meinem Taschenrechner 22,5% und mein Taschenrechner lügt nicht.

Der genaue Wert wird wahrscheinlich für immer ein Geheimnis der Pipelines und Tanklaster bleiben und ist auch irrelevant bei solchen Mengen. Man sollte sich aber vor Augen halten, dass Mexiko ein Land mit Erdölvorkommen, wo der Liter Treibstoff 20 Pesos (ca. 1€) kostet. Das ist verdammt viel, wenn man überlegt, dass dieser in Deutschland so zwischen 1,30 € und 1, 70€ schwankt und Deutschland kein Erdöl fördert.

Das liegt zum Einen an den großzügigen Subventionen des Staates, der die wirtschaftsstarke Automobilindustrie mit Weltmarken wie VW, Audi, Mercedes und BMW nicht im Stich lassen kann, aber auch daran, dass Mexikos Erdölraffinerien immer weniger Gewinn abwerfen und die Erdölproduktion seit Jahren zurückgeht.

Experten werfen PEMEX vor jahrelang die notwendigen Investitionen in moderne Technik und Knowhow versäumt zu haben, ein Faktor, der das Leben und den Transport in Mexiko billiger machen würde, aber da waren wohl einige Herrschaften mit anderen Dingen beschäftigt. Erst mit der Energiereform von 2013 durften Konzessionen an private Unternehmen vergeben werden. Doch ein kurzfristiger Anstieg der Gewinne ist nicht zu erwarten. Ohne Zweifel bleibt die Frage, ob das der ohnehin kontaminierten Luft in vielen Städten guttun würde, offen – wahrscheinlich nicht. Wie dem auch sei. Zukunftsmusik.

Die huachicoleros (Personen, die sich mit Diebstahl und illegalem Verkauf von Treibstoff und verfälschten alkoholischen Getränken befassen)sind so tief verwurzelt in diesem Land, dass es im mexikanischen neben dem Substantiv auch das Verb huachicolear gibt, um den Klau zu beschreiben, der übrigens viele Formen hat. Angezapfte Pipelines sind da das simpelste.

Ich hab´ über zwei Ecken von jemandem gehört, der zeitweise in einem der Verladezentren gearbeitet hat, wo der Treibstoff in die Tanklaster gepumpt wird. Aus Sicherheitsgründen werden diese immer nur zu 70% befüllt und um einen Raub vorzubeugen, beim Einfahren – leer – und beim Hinausfahren zu 70% beladen gewogen. Wenn sich aber beim ersten Wiegen ein paar richtig schwere Typen an den Laster hängen, kann man ihrem Gewicht entsprechend bis zu 20% mehr Treibstoff einfüllen und gewinnbringend verkaufen, natürlich etwas billiger als den offiziellen Teil der Last.

Und wenn einer dann doch nicht mehr mitmachen will, dann wird Señor X kurz zum Auto gebeten, um etwas zu besprechen und als sein Blick in den Kofferraum mit den zwei Sturmgewehren fällt, die Anmerkung gemacht, dass man doch in Frieden zusammenarbeiten möchte, oder nicht?

Da überlegt man nur einmal.

Auch an Abnehmern hat es wohl nicht gefehlt. Tankstellen, die den billigeren Treibstoff kauften, konnten diesen mit größerer Gewinnspanne verkaufen.

Als ich einen Freund etwas ausfragte, wie das denn alles funktionieren würde, kam er zu dem Schluss, dass die Tankstellen die nun leer und verwaist am Straßenrand lagen, all die Jahre das gestohlene Benzin gekauft hatten.

„Na klar. ´n bisschen mehr einstecken und jetzt wo das Verteilungssystem verändert werden soll, stehen sie mit leeren Händen da.“

Alles hatte Ende des vergangenen Jahres (2018) mit der Ankündigung Andrés Manuel López Obradors, kurz AMLO, begonnen als dieser nur einen Monat nach seiner Amtseinführung den huachicoleros den Krieg erklärte.

Pipelines wurden stillgelegt, andere vom Militär bewacht und so die Lieferung weitestgehend auf Tanklaster verlagert, etwas 5.000, die nun von Soldaten be- und überwacht werden. Und so bleiben viele Tankstellen leer, die die den Stoff liefern können, haben oft kilometerlange Schlangen der Wartenden zu bewältigen und als ich wieder einmal an so einer Schlange vorüberfuhr und hinter einem Mann, der seinen klapprigen VW Käfer schob, einen anderen erblickte, der seinen schnittigen, aerodynamischen Ferrari gen Zapfsäule drückte, senkte ich mein Haupt, faltete die Hände und sandte ein Stoßgebet aus:

„Ich danke dir oh du wahrhaft großer Treibstoff und deinen Söhnen Benzin und Diesel, denn in deiner Abhängigkeit von dir sind wir alle gleich und in dir vereint.“

Man hört von Engpässen, Verbände warnen, dass die Nahrungsmittellieferung zusammenbrechen könnte und bis 14.1.2019 hatte der Engpass zwischen 10 und 15 Mrd. Pesos (zwischen 450 und 687 Millionen Euro) gekostet. Und so gespalten ist die Gesellschaft, zwischen auf der einen Seite Erleichterung, dass gegen den Klau vorgegangen wird und andererseits über die Unkoordiniertheit des Vorgehens und die deutlich zu spürenden Einschränkungen und Verluste für all jene durch Alltag eingeschränkt ist oder deren Berufe fest mit der Mobilität zusammenhängen: Frischwarenhändler, Taxifahrer, Tankwarte.

Und dann gibt es noch die, die schon immer vor AMLO, diesem Linkspopulisten gewarnt hatten und sich die Tage unter Calderón oder Peña Nieto loben und dann Vergleiche in sozialen Netzwerken anstellen, wie unter AMLO fehle Benzin und unter Nieto (nur) Studenten, in Anspielung auf die 43 verschwundenen Studenten in Ayotzinapa 2014, die einen Höhepunkt der offensichtlichen Verwicklung von Politik, Polizei und den Narcos darstellten.

Als dann am 18.1.2019 eine der angezapften Pipelines in der Nähe Tlahuelilpans in Hidalgo in die Luft ging, wurden viele der rund um die Pipeline versammelten Menschen in den Tod gerissen. Anfangs war von 66 Toten die Rede. Bis zum 8.2.19 stieg die Zahl auf 130 und noch immer befinden sich viele auf einer Gratwanderung zwischen Leben und Tod. Auf einem Video ist ein weites Feld zu sehen. Viele Leute sind mit Kanistern gekommen, um den Treibstoff, der fröhlich in einer meterhohen Fontäne aus dem Boden spritzt einzufangen. Gegen Abend ging alles in die Luft. Angeblich hatte PEMEX Stunden vor der Explosion von dem Leck erfahren, aber es für sehr klein befunden. Und so reiht sich das Unglück von Tlahuelipan in die Reihe tödlichster Explosionen von PEMEX Leitungen, Pipelines und Raffinieren ein: die Explosion von der Raffinerie 1984 in San Juanico, noch immer einer der gewaltigsten Industrieunfälle der Menschheit und das Unglück von Guadalajara 1992, bei dem ein Benzin-Luft Gemisch im Kanalnetz sich entzündete und ganze Straßenzüge zum Einsturz brachte.

Außer das der damalige Gouverneur Jaliscos zurücktreten musste, wurden keine Verantwortlichen gefunden. Und auch AMLO der seine Zähne fletschte, hat wohl außer den kleinen Schafen das Leben schwer zu machen und den Raub einzudämmen, wenig erreicht. Das gewaltige Netzwerk, die großen Haie werden sich wohl ein anderes Metier suchen oder einfach etwas abwarten.

Nun habe auch ich endlich mal eine „Ölkrise“ miterlebt. Leibhaftig, am eigenen Leib. Wenn auch eine kleine. Ich glaub´ es geht noch viel schlimmer. Es war wie ein kleiner Blick in die Zukunft, der mir klar vor Augen geführt hat, wie abhängig wir von unserem Stoff sind. Auch wenn ich dieses Mal nicht so stark davon war und die Auswirkungen nicht am eigenen Leib spürte, so waren sie doch visuell wahrnehmbar: In den kilometerlangen Schlangen, in der Notwendigkeit dem Klempner ein Taxi zu bezahlen, damit er vorbeikommen möge.

Vor einiger Zeit sah ich die Dokumentation Farm for the future. Was klar wird: Gibt es eines Tages kein Öl mehr, wird es auch keine Nahrung mehr für uns geben. Gigantische Transportwege, viele Dünger und Pflanzenschutzmittel und Pestizide, das Sähen und Ernten; sie alle sind auf das Öl angewiesen, sind wir heutzutage angewiesen, wenn es um unsere Nahrung geht. Und wie viele Bauernhöfe gibt es noch, die nicht zumindest einen Traktor nutzen, der sich auch nach Diesel sehnt.

Der Peak – Oil, der Zeitpunkt, in dem wir den maximalen Ertrag von Rohöl fördern, ist mit den konventionellen Fördermethoden schon seit circa 2005 erreicht und dauert noch an. Unkonventionelle Methoden wie z.B. Ölsand werden das Ölfördermaximum noch bis circa zwischen 2050 und 2100 verzögern.

Danach wird den Regeln des kapitalistischen Marktes das Öl erstmal teurer und teurer und somit auch die Lebensmittel und auch sonst alles, was unsere Leben und dieses Blut der Erdkruste verbindet: Kraftstoffe, Wärmegewinnung und Kunststoffe. Und ganz nebenbei entsteht CO², wenn man den Kraftstoff verbrennt. Danke CO², bald wird man auch die grünen Strände von Grönland im Sonnenbad würdigen können. Oder anders gesagt: Wir laufen auf verschiedenen Ebenen in ein offenes Messer.

Und zur etwa gleichen Zeit wie AMLO dem huachicolero dem Krieg erklärte, hatte sein größenwahnsinniges Pendant im Norden am 21.12.18 nichts besseres vor als den bisher längsten Shutdown von 35 Tagen auszurufen, weil dieser beschissene Kongress mit den beschissenen Demokraten ihm einfach nicht die 5,7 Dollar für sein Mäuerchen an der Grenze zu Mexiko bewilligen wollte.

Offiziell spricht er ja immer von den Invasoren, den Horden, die aus Mittel- und Südamerika kommen würden, all diese Vergewaltiger und Gangster, gegen die diese Mauer notwendig wäre, doch ich denke ich weiß es besser. Donald hat nur Angst um sein Öl. Und er hat Recht. Eines Tages werden wir kommen.

#mexico #mexiko #huachicolero #benzin #öl #gas #explosion #AMLO #PEMEX #reportage #gonzo

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stardreamer28 · 1 year ago

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similar (amazing) scenes from the frankenbros

#chad michael collins #David Anders #meghan ory #mercedes mason #frankenwolf #victor frankenstein #ruby lucas #ruby x victor #ruby x whale #brandon beckett #sniper: legacy

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poweredbycoffeeandwine · 6 years ago

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12 Days of Christmas (1/12)

Here we are! The beginning of the 12 Days of Christmas. This fic is for my perfect sunflower @lechatrouge673. Thank you for being a constant source of support, in writing and in life. You are amazing and I am so glad we are friends! You wanted Mercedes and Anders walking in the snow. Ask and you shall receive, love.

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Cold Outside - Mercedes Hawke x Anders - Holiday Prompt - Dragon Age Canon Verse - All the pining - 1628 words

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The Hanged Man during Santinalia was boisterous, exciting, distracting. Mercedes still wasn’t used to being out in the open among people and on purpose. After a lifetime of hiding from strangers and Templars, being an openly apostate mage in the middle of Kirkwall could only be described as idiotic. If only her father could see her now.

In attempts to save up money for the deep roads, she has done odd jobs all over the city. She made quite a bit of coin finding and fetching things, serving as an inconspicuous bodyguard-nobody ever suspected the slight, female mage.

Even more recently, she’d volunteered time in the clinic with Anders. Helping people unable to help themselves earned her favor with the undesirables of the city. She knew they would never turn her in, but she still worried. It was hard to break habits instilled in her from such a young age. To trust nobody, stay out of sight, fight only when necessary, don’t advertise magic.

Sitting with her friends, taking in the decor for the holiday, listening to the off key singing she tried to relax. She was glad that for once Carver had some of his old spark back. He was too young to be dealing with the mess they were in. He should be working in the Lothering guard, and trying to woo farmer’s daughters or tavern maids during his off time.

She wanted to have fun, let loose, instead she checked corners, suspicious shadows, noticed and observed people she felt were paying too close attention to her group, she anticipated trouble. Mercedes knew she was a buzz kill, hated that her friends spent more time trying to include her in the merriment than have a good time themselves.

Maybe she wouldn’t mind so much if it was Anders attempting to engage her in conversation, in anything really. An entire evening of pretending not to watch each other, quick glances, shy blushes, and endless distance between them. He was kind, supportive, but so certain he could never be good enough for her. He might be right, but damn if she wasn’t ready to throw caution to the wind and give them a chance.

She caught him looking again, piercing eyes making her warm from the inside. Hawke considered taking matters into her own hands and speaking to him when a patron, a woman she recognized from the clinic, approached. She recalled the lady’s soft, dark hair, soft voice and sweet smile. She would be grateful, uncomplicated, perfect for Anders. He gave himself too much credit for the collapse of any hypothetical coupling. She had just as much baggage as he did, and less experience creating meaningful relationships. It was probably a good thing he was so weary about the formation of even a tentative friendship, too much tension, instant sparks, and apparently not the kind he was willing to deal with.

Maker, she felt foolish. The spirit of the season must have scrambled her normally sensible thought process. She excused herself from the table, collecting her belongings, and pausing to let Carver know she was heading home. Fenris politely offered to see her home, but Hawke declined reassuring him even Kirkwall’s thugs took a day off for Santinalia. Wrapping her cloak tightly around her body and pulling her hood up, she stepped out into the night.

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He noticed the moment she left. Felt the void her presence left behind in a way that shouldn’t have been possible. He seemed to always know where she was when they were in the same room, and the shock of her missing always struck him to the core. Mercedes Hawke didn’t know him, but offered aide without question in what could have been a much worse situation when he finally tracked down Karl. She was loyal and fierce when she needed to be, kind and gentle when she helped in his clinic, and stunning. Maker was she breathtaking. And he was a fool.

He politely removed himself from the conversation from the Lowtown woman offering more than thanks for his healing ministrations and hurried to catch up with Hawke. He knew a general direction, he’d never actually been to Gamlen’s home. He knew she hated when anyone referred to the house as hers. He often wondered if it was because she was embarrassed of it, or if she really just hated her Uncle that much, maybe someday they would be close enough he could ask.

Kirkwall almost looked clean, white snow covered the streets in a heavy blanket. Humble homes lit with cheer for the holiday made the night glow a soft gold. Anders had been on the run most of his life, except for the time in Amaranthine with Amell and the friends he made in the Wardens, he hadn’t spent much time noticing Santinalia. He never had the time to worry about celebrating when he was trying to survive away from the Circle. Nothing had changed, not really, but he found himself beginning to hope for something new.

Hawke’s form was ahead of him, hood pulled up over her long, dark hair, but he knew it was her. Head high, light tread, she swayed-not exaggerated like Bela-her movements were fluid and captivating.

“Mercedes,” he called out before he could stop himself, “wait!”

She paused and he was able to see the profile of her face. Her warm breath frosting in the night air blending with the light, casting a hazy fog. She looked ethereal in the festive light surrounding her, a clear sign he was a sap falling in love. “I do believe that is the first time I’ve ever heard you use my given name.” Her face flushed prettily, but it might just be the cold. “A true Santinalia miracle, one of my friends knows my name.”

He fell into step with her, delicate flakes of glittering snow glinting in the light landing on her deep crimson robes. “Of course I know it,” he scoffed. “I just figured it would be safer to use in this moment. Two mages walking the dark streets alone, not the best time to bring attention to the city’s most prominent apostate.”

She grinned, elbowing him in the side in mock offense, “Don’t worry. I’m more than capable of keeping you safe.” She allowed a small tendril of lightning chase a streak of fire around her forearm dangerous gleam in her eyes. “We would make a pretty good team in a pinch.”

He followed the display of nature magic wind up her arm marveling at her abilities. “You said it yourself, ‘a team.’ Even you need someone to watch your back, keep you alive.”

“Volunteering to watch my back?” She chuckled, giving him a sideways glance, “You’d better be careful, I might take you up on that offer. It’s been a little too long in that department.”

“I can’t even imagine how,” he muttered looking down at his boots scuffing in the snow.

“What can I say,” she shrugged, “being a small, angry apostate doesn’t lend itself well to companionship.” The comment cut, he knew it was directed at him for the many times he refused her attentions. She paused at the base of the steps leading to Gamlen’s home, piercing him with a hard stare from her chocolate colored eyes, shifting slightly as if trying to make a decision. She began in a low-smoky voice, “I have something for you, but I’m not sure about it anymore.” Now almost a whisper she continued, “It might be presuming too much.”

Anders was stunned. She had a gift for him. Something that made her nervous from the looks of it. He felt hyper aware of everything going on around him, the numbing cold, light snow swirling around her, warm glow on her cheeks, eyes cast down in a sweet, shy way he’d never seen from her. “It’s been a very long time since I’ve had someone to get me gifts, much less for Santinalia.”

“We can’t have that,” she smiled warmly, decision made, “come on inside. Pretty sure Uncle Gamlen is gone so you won’t have to deal with that mess.”

“And your mother?”

“Why, serrah, are you worried to be alone with little ol’ me?”

“Maybe I’m worried for your reputation. I’m a dashing mage, and if I’ve read Varric’s novels correctly, you are supposed to swoon and fawn over me under a mistletoe you’ve strategically hidden.”

“Maker,” she gasped, “I knew I forgot something! I guess you can’t have your present. I am unprepared.”

“Quiet you. Let’s go inside before I freeze. It’s cold out here and I’m not as good maintaining fire spells as you. I will catch my death since your healing spells leave a lot to be desired.”

“Making it personal are we?” she arched her brow. “It’s a long walk to Darktown, sir healer. I would hate to see you tossed out and miserable in the cold.”

“I think we both know you wouldn’t do that,” he replied softly, searching her face for some sign that he was being too familiar. For her to be reasonable since he could not.

“No,” her face serious, “I wouldn’t.”

“You’re too nice.”

She laughed, “Not nice enough. You better believe I’m going to tell Varric you read his books.”

“I take it back, you’re the worst.”

“I know,” she smirked. “Come inside before I change my mind. No mistletoe traps, I promise.” she motioned her head in the direction of the door.

He debated continuing the banter, letting her know that a Santinalia kiss wouldn’t be the worst thing that could happen, but that might be pushing his luck. He followed her into the house, thankful that she was allowing him to be with her when she could be with literally anyone else.

#2018 holiday writing prompts #falalalala fics 2018 #female hawke #anders #female hawke x anders #fhanders #mercedes hawke #mercedes hawke x anders #mercedes x anders #dragon age fic #dragon age #steph does holiday prompts #steph did a thing #my writing #lechatrouge673

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hobiwonder · 6 years ago

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~billionaire boys club~

rich!bts x maid!reader