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writingtoforgetreality · 5 years ago

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Stuck with U (Peter Hale x Reader)

[Teen Wolf-Masterlist]

Summary: The only thing the pack wanted to do was to find the hunters that kept hurting the innocent. A plan was a good start but what if they managed to kidnap you anyway? And if that was not enough...with Peter out of everyone. To say you guys despised one another would be an understatement. Still, the most important thing now was to keep a clear head & to work on a solution. Together.

Words: 3,482

Warnings: language, Peter & Reader being sarcastic assholes, age gap (Reader is of legal age), kidnapping, angst (so much angst), fluff (bc let´s be honest...Peter is a big ol´ softie)

Inspired by: “Stuck with U” by Ariana Grande & Justin Bieber

If you like my work & wanna support me: a coffee would be highly appreciated ❤

Mmm Hey, yeah (That's just for fun) (What?) Ah, yeah

You were in your senior year of high school & even though you loved your friends endlessly, you were eager to graduate & leave Beacon High behind you. There were just way too many bad experiences you associated with that place. But, on a lighter note, if you had not started at this high school, you would have never met the pack. At first, it scared the shit out of you. The monsters you had dreamed about as a small child were reality. They were somewhere out there, in the dark corners of the country.

Lately, you guys had a little, well actually not so little, problem with a few hunters who wanted to see your pack dead, you included. Why? You were not sure. It was not like you were a werewolf or a banshee. Just a simple teenager who got thrown into this mess. But you did not want to have it any other way. Yeah, the days as an average human surrounded by powerful supernatural beings were hard but you knew how much you were needed.

You were all located at Derek´s loft, figuring out a way to stop the hunters. Now, not all hunters were bad. Chris Argent, for example, was eager to help you guys to put the killers to a stop just as much as you did. The thing was that it always seemed they were a step ahead of you. Even some of Stiles´ plans had previously failed, much to your dismay.

“Maybe we should just go into groups of two & trick them into thinking we´re not all planning on hunting them down?” Peter sighed with a roll of his eyes.

“Sure, because that always works in the movies, right?” it was you who shot him a glance, making the rest of the pack grow quiet.

Peter & you hated each other. Ever since you guys first met. You were fed up with his constant sarcasm & how he could not see the real danger & had to make fun of everything. He immediately caught up to your negative feelings toward him, thanks to his werewolf senses. And neither of you were sure why you hated each other so much, you simply kept rolling with it. The others were at a point where they did not even pay much attention to your bickering anymore. You had better things to do for fuck´s sake.

You were not really paying attention to what the others were saying, too lost in your own thoughts. Graduation was way sooner than you anticipated & you had not really spent a lot of time studying, due to those fucking hunters. What was even worse...you had to deal with a big ass crush. It was not like you wanted to catch feelings, it just sort of...happened. With so many amazing, kind & attractive guys in your pack...you had to pick the one you “hated” most: Peter Hale. Maybe that was another reason why you always fought with him. To keep your feelings at bay. First of all, he was too old for you, clearly he would not have any interest in such a young person. Second of all, he hated you with his guts, you were sure & everyone else could feel it too. So you hid your feelings, acting as if nothing bothered you whatsoever. By the time you started focusing on the conversation the pack held, the plan was already settled. And by your surprise, Peter´s plan was about to happen. Stiles said if you were able to circle them & two of you being baits, you actually had a chance of stopping them. The pack decided to set out at night so less people would be able to see you.

~time skip~

Another one of Stiles´ plans (well, actually Peter´s plan) failed. At first, everything looked optimistic. You all got into groups of two & Scott said it was better for you to be a bait. Of course you understood why, you did not have “superpowers” like the rest but you were not that bad when it came to fighting, you had to give that to yourself.

“Okay, fine. Does that mean Stiles & I are a group?” you gave up & asked the obvious.

“Um, actually...(Y/N), I need Stiles next to me & we thought it was the best if Peter & you teamed up” Scott hesitated & scratched the back of his neck, knowing you were not okay with the pack´s decision. His words made you snap up. You could not believe what you just heard. You & Peter? It was bad enough that you guys always argued but it was even worse because you knew you could not keep focus with him next to you. Stupid crush…

“I think the fuck not.” Peter growled, throwing a disgusted look at you. Very nice of him. You would lie if you said you were not hurt by his words.

“Peter, you are the last one to decide in this group. So if we say you & (Y/N) are the baits then you don´t argue with us, understood?” this time it was Derek who tried to talk some sense into Peter. It seemed to work because after that, Peter made his way over to the couch & sat down, leaving the rest of you in the kitchen.

“Good luck with him, sweetie. If you need help, you know what to do.” Lydia winked at you, then her face showed a sympathetic look. I'm not one to stick around One strike and you're out, baby Don't care if I sound crazy But you never let me down, no, no That's why when the sun's up, I'm stayin' Still layin' in your bed, sayin'

It was dark & Peter & you were already on position. It was an abandoned alleyway and you would have lied if you claimed you were not scared. Peter seemed to sense your anxiety & tried to calm you down, at least a bit.

“We have so many badass people on our side, they won´t let anything happen to you. Besides, you still got me.” with that, he shot you a wink to which you started blushing. Your eyes focused on the floor so Peter would not notice you cheeks heating up. Due to your reaction, he assumed you were but he did not comment on it. He simply smiled. A smile you could not see because your own shoes seemed to peek your interest more.

“(Y/N)! Watch out!” Peter´s scream was the last thing you heard before passing out.

Here you were. Tied up in a room that seemed to have no doors. This fact alone let your anxiety rise up the moment you opened your eyes. Looking around, your eyes settled on Peter who was just a few feet away from you, still unconscious.

“Peter! Peter, wake up!” after a few more tries you heard him groaning out. His wrists were bruised, just like yours, from being tied up. If you had not known better, you would have guessed you two had been held hostage for a long time.

“You alright?” were Peter´s first words, directed at you. You were confused, since when did he care about your well-being? Nevermind, you had bigger issues at the moment.

“I´m fine, how about you?” you lied. To be completely honest, you were a wreck. Your heart was racing, your throat was dry, your wrists were bleeding so bad, they were numb.

“Cut the bullshit, (Y/N)! I´m a werewolf...not a dumbass.” he stated matter of factly. That made you tense up even more. You really were not in the mood for dealing with his hatred.

“Look, Peter, just for as long as we´re here, can we stop the arguing? It´s not helpful.” your voice sounded exhausted. At first, Peter wanted to come at you with a snarky remark but when he looked over to you, he saw nothing but fear so he decided against it.

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Got all this time on my hands

Might as well cancel our plans, yeah

I could stay here for a lifetime

Neither of you said much but you both knew you had been locked up for a couple of hours by now. While you were way too tired to think of an escape plan, Peter had spent most of the time using his claws to free himself of the rope wrapped around his wrists. You had told him a while ago that his attempts were useless but he had just growled at you & kept going. Not wanting to argue any further, you let him do whatever & just stayed silent, trying to calm yourself.

Suddenly, you felt someone grabbing your hands, making you shriek. You thought it was one of the guys who had kidnapped you but were surprised when Peter crouched down in front of you.

“Shh, it´s just me, you´re alright.” his voice had a soothing tone to it, something you had not heard from him before. A look at his wrists made you wince. You were sure yours did not look any better. Peter used his claws again, this time working faster because he had two hands he could use. When you were finally freed, your arms fell to your sides, not being strong enough to take a closer look at your wrists.

“We need to bandage your wrists up, otherwise they get infected. Yours are way worse than mine.” his voice was barely above a whisper &, to your surprise, it managed to calm you down a lot better than you thought it would.

“Why?” was all you could say. His eyes searched your (E/C) ones, his face showed a pure look of confusion.

“I just told you, so they don´t get infected. Maybe you should actually listen to what I say.” Peter chuckled as he ripped two pieces off his shirt to wrap around your wrists.

“No, I mean...why are you helping me?” you kept your voice low, somehow embarrassed that you were in need of his help. Usually, you would try everything to handle such things on your own but your exhaustion made it a bit hard for you.

“Because your wrists look, sorry for my language, disgusting & we´re the only ones here right now. If we wanna get out, we need to help each other. Now, would you please shut up & let me treat your wounds?” Peter made sure that the usual bitterness of his voice was gone. He did not want you to freak out even more. If he were honest, he hated seeing you like this, completely worn out & filled with anxiety. He should not have these feelings right now. The only thing that mattered was getting out alive. Why was he thinking about his crush on you? Peter had always felt drawn to you from the moment you first met. Obviously, he was aware of the age gap & that you somehow seemed to hate him. So, to keep things even, he matched your attitude but in a more playful manner. Deep down, every time you guys argued, his crush on you got slightly bigger.

“Thank you.” you breathed out & looked at Peter as he finished bandaging you up. He sent you a small smile which you reciprocated.

“Anytime, darling.” Peter winked at you & yet again caused you to look at the floor & try to hide the blush that crept on your cheeks.

So, lock the door and throw out the key

Can't fight this no more, it's just you and me And there's nothin' I, nothin' I, I can do I'm stuck with you, stuck with you, stuck with you So, go ahead and drive me insane Baby, run your mouth, I still wouldn't change Being stuck with you, stuck with you, stuck with you I'm stuck with you, stuck with you, stuck with you, baby

“Peter?” you asked after a while of comfortable silence. Both of you had tried everything possible to find an escape but escaping a room without any windows or doors was hard.

“Hmm?” he looked up at you to find you fiddling with your hands in your lap.

“What if we die in here? What if Scott & the rest won´t find us? What if-” but Peter cut your rambling off.

“(Y/N)...Try to breathe, okay? In...and out. In and out. There you go.” he went over to you & sat himself right beside you, his thigh next to yours, slightly touching. He waited until he spoke up again.

“Look, first of all, & I told you this earlier, Scott & the rest are freaking badass & they will do everything to find us & get us out, okay?” as you nodded he continued. “And IF it really comes to the outcome of us dying in here, & the possibility of doing so is incredibly small, then we should set some things clear, don´t you think?” he smirked at your confusion.

“What´re you saying?”

“I don´t know...Getting to know each other better, I guess. The only thing I really know about you is that you have an attitude & you seem to use sarcasm as a defense mechanism.” you playfully hit him as he said the last part. “Okay, okay. Let´s start simple then. Hmm, let me think, oh, I got one: Why do you hate me so much?” & with that question of his, you guys started talking, actually talking, not arguing, for the first time ever.

There's nowhere we need to be, no, no, no I'ma get to know you better Kinda hope we're here forever There's nobody on these streets If you told me that the world's endin' Ain't no other way that I can spend it

After what felt like hours, Peter & you found out that your hatred for one another was based off a big misunderstanding. This was just one of the many facts you learned about him. He was right, if you were about to die in this room, then at least with clearing things up. By the time, you were both too exhausted, too tired to talk any more. You did not recall how it happened but your head was laying on Peter´s chest, right above his heart, calming you down. Before you knew it, the both of you were fast asleep.

Oh, oh, oh, oh (ooh) Got all this time in my hands Might as well cancel our plans (yeah, yeah) I could stay here forever

Peter & you were shaken awake by bashing on one of the walls. Peter motioned for you to stay behind him, just in case. Yeah, you were skilled in fighting but he was still way stronger than you. Perks of being a werewolf. From behind, you could see his sharp claws, ready to attack. It almost sounded like a faint voice calling your names. Was this Scott? Maybe you were starting to hallucinate due to the lack of water, food etc. The wall came crashing down but before Peter could jump into action, you screamed “Scott?”

“Oh, thank god..” said Lydia who was right behind Scott. Stiles came rushing forward towards you, kind of ignoring Peter (they did not really get along, surprisingly).

“Are you okay?” Stiles grabbed you by your shoulders & just as you wanted to answer him, the world around you became pitch black.

So, lock the door and throw out the key Can't fight this no more, It's just you and me And there's nothin' I, nothin' I, I can do I'm stuck with you, stuck with you, stuck with you So, go ahead and drive me insane Baby, run your mouth, I still wouldn't change Being stuck with you, stuck with you, stuck with you I'm stuck with you, stuck with you, stuck with you

You could muster some voices in the distance, they sounded far away & you wanted nothing more than to open your eyes & scream for them to get you. But your eyelids felt way too heavy, giving you a hard time to open them. Then, you felt someone taking your hand, the touch felt familiar, warm but you could not quite make out who it was.

“Come on, (Y/N). Wake up. You can´t just open up to me like that & then...disappear. What would I do without your sarcastic comments? Stiles´ comments don´t count, he´s a douchebag. What would I do without your attitude? (Y/N), what would I do without...you?” Peter whispered, not wanting anyone to hear what he just...confessed. Little did he know you actually heard every bit of his confession & you hated your body for not reacting the way you wanted. Peter did not leave your side, though, wanting to be there when you woke up.

Woah Baby, come take all my time Go on, make me lose my mind We got all that we need here tonight

“It´s been days, Peter. You heard what Melissa said. The stress, the anxiety mixed with the exhaustion you both endured, was a lot for her. It will take a while until she wakes up & even if she does...it will most likely take a while until she´s back to her old self.” Derek informed Peter once more about your current condition. He was aware of that, of course, it still did not sink in. He needed you & it took the both of you almost dying for him to realize it.

“I know...It´s just, ugh, I hate myself for not noticing sooner.” Peter sighed, sadness written all over his features.

“Noticing what exactly?” Derek furrowed his brows, waiting for Peter to continue. After that, Peter told Derek everything that had happened between the two of you from the moment on you were kidnapped. This story made Derek realize. Peter had a huge ass crush on you & still had not had the chance to tell you.

“She´ll wake up” Derek tried reasoning. He went over to Peter & gave him a pet on his shoulder.

I lock the door (lock the door) and throw out the key Can't fight this no more (can't fight this no more), it's just you and me And there's nothin' I, nothin' I'd rather do I'm stuck with you, stuck with you, stuck with you So, go ahead and drive me insane Baby, run your mouth, I still wouldn't change All this lovin' you, hatin' you, wantin' you I'm stuck with you, stuck with you, stuck with You, oh, oh

“Hey (Y/N), I brought you coffee, figured you would need it after waking up from such a long nap.” Peter slightly chuckled as he moved closer to the bed you were currently laying in. He placed your cup on the bedside cabinet & took a sip of the one in his hand. His free hand found its way to yours, he interwinted your hands, bringing it up to his lips to give it a small kiss.

“Didn´t know you were such a softie.” you croaked out. As soon as you chuckled you felt how dry your throat was & started coughing. Peter´s eyes widened at your words. You were awake, finally! He grabbed a class of water, helped you sit up & handed it to you. You downed it entirely, the liquid soothing your throat.

“How...How are you feeling? No lies this time!” Peter once again took your hand into his, enjoying the contact & you did not mind either.

“Not gonna lie, I´ve been better. But I´ve been worse too, sooo…I´ll live.” you made sure to send a smile towards Peter in order not to scare him. You were exhausted, yeah, but you would be okay.

“You scared me there for a bit.”

“Because I looked...how did you put it? Disgusting?” your exaggerated voice made him laugh & you joined him.

“On a more serious note...(Y/N), um, I wanted to tell you-”

“I heard you the other day. When you confessed, I heard you but I couldn´t open my damn eyes. I just couldn´t. So, to ease your mind, I was thinking the exact same thing, Peter.” you took his face into your hands & pushed him towards you, your lips colliding, moving in sync. Finally, after many doubts & many arguments, you were kissing him. The Peter Hale. And it was even better than you had ever imagined. After a while, you two pulled away.

“This doesn´t mean I´ll stop dropping my sarcastic comments, just so you know.”

“I wouldn´t want it any differently.” Peter leaned in once again for another kiss. He made sure to put every bit of emotion in it, wanting you to know how he felt for you.

“Guess that means I´m stuck with you then?”

“I guess so.”

Stuck with you, stuck with you, stuck with you

Published (06/29/2020) by Cathy

Tags: @exceptionallytiredzombie , @theloveshow , @theycallmequeenie , @letsgotothecityandfallinlove , @marvel-gives-me-feels , @blog-lady-vi , @kissingvalentino , @aelin-thefirebreathingbitchqueen , @iclosetgeek , @captainoffantasy [love to everyone tagged <3, let me know if you want a part 2]

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owlsshadows · 7 years ago

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Purpose (AnS, Kiki x Izana) Chapter 3 Update!

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They say he is strict, some even calls him a rule-freak, yet Marquis Haruka can still surprise Izana every now and then with something unconventional. One of these things he could never understand – the biggest of all the Marquis’ mysteries after all – is how he made a thief kid found on his premises, with a lethal wound nonetheless, his right hand man.

The man who currently goes by the mononym Obi has been the subject of Izana’s curiosity since the very first time Haruka took him along to the castle.

Then, the Marquis tried to use him as to dissuade the bird girl from pursuing her relationship with Zen – and while the man turned out to be an absolutely impeccable creeper, his tricks and threats backfired, fueling the girl’s determination, therefore inadvertently he was also the catalyzer for the biggest romance scandal in the history of the Wisteria clan; for which Izana could still not forgive him.

If he killed the girl as any other assassin would have, Izana would not be in such a desperate position.

Not that Izana would ever support such crude solutions.

Not openly, at least.

Since that very first time Izana caught him in the crown of a tree, the king has spent a considerable amount of time and money to discover the past of him – but all he ever found was lies and aliases. Obi has visited the royal castle many times, always accompanying Haruka like an old black cat, and every time Izana finds him more and more confusing; every offhanded comment of his a mystery.

He has knowledge on how to read maps and affinity to understand strategies, but no lexical knowledge on any of the great strategists.

He knows how to play chess, but calls the pieces on made-up names.

He has the manners to convincingly act the role of a footman, a priest, a knight, once he even impersonated a young pharmacist when a foreign scientist was not willing to listen to Ryuu, the child prodigy of the castle – yet he dares to lean leisurely against the doorframe of the king's waiting room, nonchalantly picking his nose while his lord awaits his audience with the king.

Izana decides to ignore him for now, calling for his master and closing the door in front of his face.

“If you don’t mind, I have something to discuss that… can’t have an audience,” Izana says instead of a greeting.

“I understand.”

“This is regarding my upcoming royal visit to Tanbarun.”

Haruka nods, waiting for orders.

“As you know,” Izana starts, gathering his thoughts on the go, “with my brother giving up his royal status to marry his lover, I currently have no legal heir.”

“I feel partially responsible for that,” the lord bows, but Izana signals him to raise.

“I didn’t call for you to hold you accountable, I have a favor to ask. My mother will move to Wistal for the duration of my visit. However, I need someone to bring my brother back in case something happens to me.”

“Your Majesty, I…”

“I don’t plan to die,” Izana cuts in. “But we need this country up and running even if I do, and Zen has the right attributes to become a king. Once he loses that hot head of his, that is.” Haruka stifles a laugh – and Izana is yet again surprised, wondering whether the sense of humor can be learned. The Haruka of his memories, especially the ones from his adolescence, seemed to have none. “I will have a letter prepared on his royal pardon entrusted to you before I go. I want you to get Zen back on the mainland.”

“I will do the needful.”

“Good. One more thing. Actually two.”

“Yes, Your Majesty?”

“Reconcile with my mother. It’s terrible seeing twins fight.”

“… as you wish.”

“Sorry, I didn’t hear you,” Izana says, sweet satisfaction rushing through his veins. He is petty as it is, enjoying every moment he can – it is payback for the humiliation he felt when his uncle scolded him as a child.

“As you wish, Your Majesty.”

“Great. Now, please call in your aide for me. You may go.”

“My aide?”

“Isn’t the one calling himself Obi your aide, uncle?” Izana looks up at Haruka with innocent eyes. The Marquis squints back at him suspiciously.

“Yes, he is,” he says.

“I’ll have a word with him,” Izana nods. Knowing Haruto, he sometimes wonders how can twins be so different. His mother is eccentric, witty and sharp; his uncle is peculiar in the weirdest of ways, overly honest and humorless.

“Alright,” Haruka says, opening the door. “Just don’t kill him.”

Izana wonders how circumstances may make two very similar people end up very different; yet other circumstances close the gap between their personalities. The influence of Obi may just be enough to, slowly but surely, give Haruka an edge.

“I wonder shouldn’t your worries be counter wise?”

The black cat stands in the door, assessing his situation. He has his guard up, face still like a marble statue, almond shaped eyes scanning his surroundings swiftly.

“Come on in,” Izana greets. “And close the door.”

Obi nods and he follows the order without making a single noise: neither the clicking of the doorknob, nor his footsteps can be heard. Could he afford it, Izana would be impressed. As no such luxury is granted to the ruler of a country, he cuts straight to the case.

“Your hand-to-hand combat session got high praise,” he says. “The trainer of our rookie knights advised me to incorporate your teachings into their agenda.”

“I’m unworthy, Your Majesty.”

“Is this a rejection? Even before I could make my offer?”

“I have no plans to leave Lord Haruka’s side.”

“Not even to teach the next generation of knights?” he asks.

Haruka’s aide burst into laughter. It starts as a surprised snort, bubbling up into a full-fledged laugh that bends him by the waist.

“I get it. Something that works on Haruka will not work on you, am I right?” Izana asks.

“I’m sorry, Your Majesty,” Obi apologizes as his fit of laughter seizes, and Izana has to give credit to him for daring to laugh straight into a king’s face. “I admire your efforts to persuade me. I just… don’t see how the knights could benefit from learning how to move like a ruffian. Most of my tricks are not possible to do in an armor.”

“Their trainer said the same thing. However, she reasoned that as knights the kids will need to be ready to fight all kinds of bandits. The better you know your enemy, the better you can do against them.”

“She seems like a smart one.”

“She is brilliant,” Izana replies. “The best swordsman in the country.”

“And you trust her decision enough to make a fool out of you in front of a simple aide like me?” Obi counters. Izana has to admit, albeit reluctantly, that the man has enough charm to pull off such audacious manners. It is in these moments he thinks, should he not be a king and Obi a soldier, they would make great friends.

“I have my doubts,” Izana admits, leaning closer. “You have, after all, many secrets.”

“Don’t we all do, Your Majesty?” Obi asks, not waiting for a reply. “If you were so concerned about my past, I believe you would’ve already done your research, given how long it has been since I first joined Lord Haruka.”

“Don’t you worry,” Izana says, and he enjoys for a moment the fear crossing the aide’s face. “You piqued my interest the day the bird girl received that message to leave.”

“About that…” the man starts, but Izana cuts in his words.

“We’re not here to discuss what happened back then, but to talk about the possibility of you training the newbies. My concerns are rather about your behavior. I’m afraid one audacious knight is enough for this country.”

“I know it may come surprising to you, Your Majesty, but I can behave.”

“How come I’ve never seen it?”

“You don’t quite like me, do you?”

“I don’t particularly fancy your guts,” Izana admits. “Should I?”

I have nothing,” Obi shrugs nonchalantly. “Nothing, but a rather particular skillset I’m open to share with those who deserve it. And while this skillset includes proper court manners you did not quite earn it, Your Majesty.”

“You’re not very afraid of death, are you?” Izana asks, smirking. “So I didn’t earn it. Not yet? Or not at all?”

“I didn’t sense any will to earn it so far, Your Majesty.”

“So you say that you provoke me because you want me to earn your respect?”

“You are the king of this country, after all. If I were to, say, stay for a few more years, wouldn’t it be better to spend it with a ruler I can look up to?”

“Do you find me despicable, Obi?”

“You are very clever, Your Majesty. But you lack compassion.”

“I guess I can accept this,” Izana says. “Out of the two of us, it has always been Zen the crowd loved.”

“I am the crowd,” Obi replies.

“So, you pick Zen too?”

“I liked that easy-going charisma.”

“It’s a shame he chose a woman over his country.”

“Do you think so?”

“He would’ve been a great king.”

“I’m afraid I can’t reply to this without risking my head, Your Majesty.”

“Train the kids then,” Izana noted. “Join Lady Seiran in the session tomorrow morning.”

“If this is the price, I must pay a visit,” Obi says, bowing slightly. “I can’t promise, however, that I will train the knights on the long run…”

“Lord Haruka is to stay with us until the end of next week. Make your decision until then.”

“Do you think my opinion will change?”

“Who knows? I’m certain. I might be wrong. I am but a man undeserving your rather particular skillset after all,” Izana says, motioning Obi to leave. “On your way out, will you call for Lord Zakura for me?��

It was him who summoned her, Izana is still surprised when the door opens, and Kiki enters the room.

Under the cape she discards arriving, she wears but a thin dress draped along her body. Izana has only seen this type of dress in the southern seaside towns. It’s a trickery of one big rectangle of fine fabric, tied together under the breasts but leaving both sides dangerously open. It is made for the unbearably hot summer days, and is worn by both men and women, with the men’s clothe shorter, like a tunic, worn with a pair of shorts and sandals and women wearing theirs over thin linen underwear and underskirts – lest for the ones who live off their beauty. Kept women, they are called, caged songbirds living in petit villas along the shore, spending their days hanging around their balconies waiting for their respective lords.

It surprises him to see the dress on her, the daughter of the north, the future head of the Seiran family. Especiall, since – and it is clear the moment she moves, the moment she lifts her arms to assess her hair after removing her cape and in the slit of her dress he can see the shadow under her breast – she has nothing underneath. As she steps closer, the material sinks between her legs, revealing the side of a naked thigh, a glimpse of a hipbone.

Izana gulps down heard, but his throat is like sandpaper. His blood sinks, leaving too little in the head and too much between his legs. He did not plan to touch her. It still takes him a huge amount of self-restraint not to push her down in that very moment, ravishing her on the floor.

“Good evening, Kiki,” he croaks, vocal cords less cooperative that he would like to.

“Good evening,” the woman replies.

“Did you eat?” Izana asks, motioning towards the fruit he has ordered to the room. Kiki nods and shakes her head simultaneously, resulting a weird bob which makes her lightly done bun bob on top of her head, few strands coming loose – driving Izana crazy. He clears his throat to restore his clear mind, in vain. While he walks to the table in the room, his steps feel strained, his posture rigid. He huffs as he plops down a chair. “Good, I assume?” he asks. “You can still take a few bites if you want, please come and sit down, I want to talk to you.”

Kiki walks up to the chair, and her nipples, her nipples show through the fine material of her dress. Izana is thankful for the table that separates them.

“What do you want to talk about?” she asks, voice almost timid – a refreshing reminder for Izana that while she is alluring, she is not quite aware of her effects on him. He lets out a sigh, relieved.

She tried, she very obviously tried to be tempting – probably as a reaction to the comments he made about her nightgown – but she is not a seductress by nature.

“I would like to ask you to think of a signal system we can use in the future,” he says, and the eyes meeting him are eager, honest, hard-working. The Kiki he knows faces him, with a body he was never quite aware of before. “I would like you to indicate which days are good for you,” he continues.

Kiki purses her lips, raising her eyes to the far left – she is thinking, searching for ideas in her brain.

“All days are good,” she replies after a while.

“Except for days when a woman shall not be touched,” Izana says, carefully, calling her eyes back to him. The blush that spreads across her face at the mention of her cycle is endearingly bright.

“True that,” she nods, shoulders sinking. “Should I signal then, somehow, when I am allowed to touch?”

Izana croaks again, throat never quite wet enough to talk.

“I mean… if there is something holding you up, or you don’t feel good, I don’t want to force myself on you. But as I have a busy schedule, I can’t propose a plan to you beforehand, with available slots for fucking.”

If Kiki is bothered by his coarseness she does not show. Instead, she nods seriously, as someone deep in thought.

“Yeah, in your case it might be difficult to come up with a mating schedule,” she says, and her phrasing make Izana burst out in laughter. “Sorry, did I say something wrong?”

“Nothing worse than what I said,” Izana confirms, collecting himself.

“I cannot guarantee that I will be ready to do it any time of the day when you have free time, but I can think of a way to let you know of days when I am fine and days when I am not,” Kiki continues then.

“Care to share your ideas?”

“I think the easiest would be this,” she says, peeling a fine leather strip off her wrist. “I use these often to tie my hair in a ponytail. If the strip is blue, I am good, if it’s black, not good.”

“This is brilliant. But will I see that on days we don’t meet, for example?”

“Ah… yeah. Then what if I send you a letter each day?”

“Footmen are chatty. They will eventually catch on.”

“Then what if,” she continues, eyes sparkling with the way brainstorming fired her up, “I tie a ribbon to the doorknob?”

“Wouldn’t that be suspicious?” Izana asks. “I love all of your ideas though.”

“Then! Then. Then… I am out of ideas for now. May I think about it for a few days?”

“Until then I can still sneak messages to you and back,” Izana nods in agreement. “Good.”

“Good,” Kiki repeats, and the room falls silent.

So deafeningly silent.

The only sound Izana hears is the soft crackling of the fire and the barely audible breaths of them. Suddenly he is aware of Kiki again.

He is aware of the intent eyes on him.

“Do you have something else to discuss?” he asks, chewing on the insides of his mouth to suppress his nerves.

“I know that I am not an adequate lover,” Kiki starts. “I don’t know how to please you, and I don’t know how to find pleasure myself.”

“Pleasure.” Myself, she said.

“I would like you to show me what you love, and I would like to ask you to help me discover my sensitive spots.”

A thick strand of hair falls from her bun, dangling idly behind her shoulder. He wants to undo it all.

He wants to undo her.

***

Undoing her belt Izana’s hands sink under her dress through the slit open sides, palms settling on her waist. Kiki stiffens when she feels his touch on her skin, suddenly losing all her determination.

It is happening, and she has barely any idea what ‘it’ really is.

His smell invades her nose as he leans close.

“Breathe,” he says, voice soft yet broken on a suppressed chuckle.

She inhales, deep and slow, blood drumming in her ears.

The palm moves. It follows the curve of her waist down, fingers hooking around her bone, thumbs teasing the sensitive skin underneath. The fabric opens and closes upon his touch, only revealing a glimpse of skin every inch the way, baring it to the lukewarm air of the room, which feels ice cold in comparison to the burning hot trail Izana’s hands leave behind.

When she trembles ever so slightly, Izana nudges her chin with his nose, ordering her without words to bare her neck for him.

He kisses down on her pulse softly, hands hovering over her hipbones, keeping her in place. His touch is feather-light; tickling her skin. His lips close on her throat, sucking and nibbling at it, marching higher and higher until he reaches the edges of her chin.

The feeling is new, wet, hot, entirely not unpleasant. Kiki closes her eyes, letting the sensation run through her body. She feels as his fingers curl, dig deeper into her skin and, guided by his wordless signs, she steps in, lips finding his.

No one would have ever kissed her like this – not that no one wanted; she realizes in the split moment their eyes meet and she sees hunger, but that she would have never let it happen.

(Maybe if Mitsuhide agreed to marry her –)

– hands drag her back to reality, sliding down her thighs, grabbing them, pulling one leg up against his side, drawing her up against his body. Her hands, placed tentatively on his shoulder, tremble as she feels the bulge of his erection press against her inner thigh.

The palms holding her flatten, fingers opening around her legs, and his grab becomes a caress, soft and mellow.

“Don’t worry,” Izana breathes, taking half step back.

“I don’t,” Kiki assures, gripping firmly on his shoulders. “It just…”

(… surprised me, she wants to say, but she swallows it back. It’s a lie. She has seen his eyes. She knew he wanted her.)

“It’s new,” she says instead.

Izana looks at her defeated, desire so painfully clear on his face it casts a blush over Kiki’s face. To her surprise, he buries his face in her shoulder. She feels his hot air run down her arm as he huffs.

“Is it bad?” he asks after what it seems like an eternity.

“No,” Kiki confirms. “I was just a bit taken aback.”

“Sorry,” she hears Izana’s murmur, and as she looks down to see his face, she is presented with a bright red ear peeking through blonde locks.

She feels inclined to touch it; to run her fingers through his hair and massage the soft end of his earlobe.

“I quite liked,” she starts, searching for words, “the friction… it’s just that I’ve never touched one before and I’m curious.”

“You drive me crazy.”

“I didn’t intend to.”

“Really?” Izana looks up, hands flying up to the ties on the shoulder of her dress. “You come dressed like this, and you say you had no intention to drive me absolutely mad?”

He loosens her dress and she lets it fall to the floor.

“You know I didn’t plan to touch you today,” Izana asserts.

“I feel fine,” she insists. “My body is fine. There is no need for you to hold back.”

“You know, no one has ever tried to seduce me this badly,” he laughs, cupping her face in his palms. “The way you present your body is a masterpiece, but all that comes out of your mouth is absolutely maddening.”

“I’ve told you before; I’m not an adequate lover,” Kiki says irritably.

“Yeah,” Izana agrees. “You are a terrible lover.”

“That’s why I asked you to teach me…”

“Shush. Don’t ever repeat what you said. I could barely survive hearing it once.”

Kiki looks at him, doubting every word he says, but oh, how pained he looks and how fragile he seems as he stands before her – and she has overheard the tales hushed in secluded corners between maids about how desire can make a man weak, but she has never associated the thought with herself.

How she could make Izana tremble with want.

“So…” she starts, careful to hide the triumphant tone from her voice, “can I touch it?”

The grumble she receives is barely human. She takes it as a go ahead.

And it’s no longer the king of Clarines before her.

Not even Izana Wistalia, the husband of Haki.

Just a man she found in this room. A man who sparred with her. A man who, as stakes stand, loses this round.

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