#princess!cassia

[dhampiravidi]

❛ i need to come. please, i'll do anything. ❜ (Cass to Caleb)

Because of his natural aptitude for magic and his near-perfect grades, the Order of Paladins had offered him an apprenticeship. Although he was sad to leave his town behind, he felt grateful for the opportunity, which his mother pushed him to take. His knight, Sir Harold, was one of the king's Chosen, the elite group who guarded the castle and the royals of Amenth. That was how Caleb Danvers met Princess Cassia of Keller. They were the same age, and they first spoke to each other when they were both perusing the country's famous library. It was hardly five minutes before they became friends.

By the time Caleb turned eighteen, he'd been knighted by Cassia's father, the kind King Aidan. In fact, the king appointed Sir Caleb to be the princess's royal bodyguard, who was supposed to follow her just about everywhere (except when she was indecent, of course).

That was why Caleb was with Cassia when she attempted to go out her bedroom window, which sat in the high Western Tower.

"Cassia! What the hell are you doing?" he cried, hand ready to catch her with a spell. He didn't expect to see tears in her eyes when she turned to face him. "Cass...what's wrong?"

"You know of the talks my parents have had with Voltumnia?" The crown had been brokering a major trade agreement with the kingdom to the north. It was an important endeavor because Keller had nearly exhausted its supply of adamantium, a magical metal used to make weapons and construction materials.

"Of course. Did they not end a few days ago?"

"They did. And I am the first trade they will make." Caleb's eyes widened--surely her parents hadn't agreed for her to be put to work as a maid or something worse? "I am to marry the king of that other country the moment I arrive." He felt his heart drop down to the floor. The candle flames flickered, subtly affected by his sudden sadness.

"...they wouldn't do that. Your father would never agree--"

"But he HAS!" the princess screamed, hot, angry tears rushing down her cheeks. Caleb went and pulled her off of the ledge, and realized she had both a satchel and a long length of rope, made from tied-together sheets and dresses.

"You were planning to run, not...to jump." He sighed. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Caleb...you cannot come with me."

"I always come with you."

"You cannot. It is not your orders." He grit his teeth.

"I always come with you. To your cousins' birthday banquet in Newport. To the pub you sneak out to every time you want mead. To the observatory each Friday," Caleb muttered, emotions swirling and burning in his chest. "Your father's first command to me was to swear my life to you. To you, and no one else. I am yours, Cassia! Did you think I would let you climb from your window alone?!"

She merely sniffled. In his frustration, he'd gotten closer into her space than he ever had--more than was appropriate for a person of her status and his station. He might have apologized and stepped away, had she not had pink cheeks and wandering eyes.

So he kissed her, softly pressing his lips to hers once before he drew away. A stray tear tried to run down her cheek, and he captured it with his thumb. She darted forward, kissing him again, and the two fought like that, trading quick kisses back and forth until they were panting.

"You love me..." Cassia whispered.

"Was there ever any doubt?" he replied, smiling. He had dreamt of them together so many times, but the reality was so much better. "So: off we go. I will climb down first, to ensure the rope is secured. Then--" She stopped him with a finger to his lips.

"Once they raise the alarm to look for us, everyone in the kingdom will be an obstacle. There's no chance this will work. If we are caught, you would be reassigned. We would never see each other again. If I marry..."

"No. I won't see you hurt. Why is your father allowing this?" It was no secret that the king and queen were estranged, unhappy with their marriage. Some said the queen even had a lover. It was also no secret that the king loved his daughter more than all of the riches he owned.

"We have no choice. We need Voltumnia's aid, and they want an heir...as much as I dislike this, hate this...maybe I must go through with the wedding after all. My parents have no other children, no other choice." Caleb opened his mouth in shock, then closed it, mouth set in a grim line. He simply nodded once, bowed, and then moved to leave. "Wait! Caleb...wait."

"Yes, Princess?" he managed.

"...I ask as...your friend. I...I ask for you to...be my first." They were both still at first. And then, he turned, sad eyes meeting her own. "It's not an order."

"I know. I just...I wish I could be your last. Your only." He had had his first already (a few times actually), with a blonde girl named Sarah before he'd been knighted. It was common in their land for young people to sleep with those who they never married. But young noblewomen were kept chaste, in fear that doing otherwise would make issues of inheritance more likely.

The armor that the Chosen wore was lighter than the armor a regular knight and/or cavalry soldier would wear. It was hoped that the Chosen would always be fast enough to stop any attack made on the life of a royal. So, they wore a combination of plate armor, leather, and cloth that came together in a fairly sleek design. This was what Caleb stripped off in haste, until he was down to his shirt and underwear. He was careful not to let his armor hit the ground too hard, because he didn't want the guards outside questioning anything...

And then he surged forward, pulling his princess into a passionate kiss. They moved like a river against stone, always flowing, always adapting to each other, until they broke apart, panting again. He was hard and she was feeling feverish in her dress, which hadn't yet been exchanged for a nightgown.

"Please--" Minutes later, they were naked together on her bed. There were no sheets, just pillows and furs trapped inside a smooth mattress, but they asked for nothing else. She shyly glanced at his decently muscular form, having never seen him outside of his armor. And he was almost overwhelmed by her soft skin and softer curves. He kissed down her neck to the valley between her breasts, then over her stomach and on the inside of each thigh. "Good God, Caleb--!" He gently shushed her.

"Have you ever touched yourself?"

"Y-yes, of course."

"Do it for me, now." Slowly, bashfully, she did, fingers ghosting over her stomach and breasts until she was rubbing her nipples and groaning, thighs desperately looking for friction. He stroked himself twice, long and slow, eyes locked on how her pretty painted lips twitched and curved. Without warning, he touched her where she was wet, earning himself a whimper that he encouraged as he teased her clit. His thumb drew circles, and she tried to move against his hand.

"Pl-please," she whined, not sure what to do next. He kissed her again, more and more until she was distracted enough for him to sink his finger inside her. Caleb heard her sob against him, and he immediately stopped everything, pulling her into a hug.

"Shh, shh, I've got you..."

"No...Caleb, I'm not glass. I want this," Cassia told him, sniffling a little. He looked at her for a long time. Then he kissed her forehead and slid his finger inside her again, gently thrusting in and out, slow until she weakly nodded for him to go faster. They did the same when he used two and then three fingers to get her ready, and by then, the princess was frustrated. "I want you in me, now--" He tried not to, but he slammed into her, filling her perfectly in one go. She barely had time to cover her mouth when she cried out.

Caleb closed his eyes tightly, loving how warm and tight and wanting she was. His hands were stuck to her hips, and he'd rested his head next to hers, struggling to control himself. She was still his best friend. He didn't want to hurt her, but the way her cunt was fluttering around him, and she was whispering his name like a zealous prayer--

He pulled out some and thrust in again, slower than before. That way, he could start a safe rhythm with her, one she quickly learned and appreciated.

"More." He gave her that, faster and harder, and suddenly her nails were lightly scraping across Caleb's back. He wanted nothing more to serve her, to make her happier and more satisfied than anyone else could. Caleb kept fucking his princess, his queen, and his heart until his name became wild, unintelligible cries that she was muffling with her hand. At that point, she was rocking against him, still playing with herself in the hope that she'd reach the thing her body was racing towards.

He took her hand away from her mouth, curious to know if she had anything to s--❛ i need to cum. Please, I'll do anything. ❜

Caleb nearly came himself at that. "Just where did you learn about that word?" Cassia blushed.

"The maids talk. And they let me read a romance." His eyes darkened. His cock was as hard as it was going to get. He started up again, then stopped, pulling out completely. "What--" Caleb lied down beside her.

"Ride me. You should enjoy it, I think." And he did. Some might've considered it profane, the way he watched her breasts bounce as her lovely voice hit new heights, the way he came right after she did and held her hips down so she kept moaning. But no one would doubt how much he loved her as he carried her to her tub, giving her a warm bath before he tucked her into bed.

They escaped the palace in the wee hours of the morning, and they enjoyed the sunrise by making love again, free from the confines of their old kingdom.

[iingezo]

Cassia for @overgrowngnome !

[uselesspsyker]

I think, I can share my Cassia costest here too~

This is not a fully finished cosplay, it's just a make-up fitting with Photoshop on eyes and hand and there is still a lot of work ahead, but I already love it so much

[thedeadthree]

🥀💌🕯️💀 <33

*old person yells at cloud* THEORY TIME <3 but i was thinking of the skill trees screens we’ve seen so far and i am like…… super certain that ingellvar is the mourners surname and soo that calls for an update to irulannes pin interest board <33

(ill cry change it if it isn’t though but hehe anyway im stoked to at last have a surname for when i save her edits bc rn her folder says i.datv xixjjxhx *WHEEZE* 💀)

[sonicgirlsmackdown]

ARCHIE MATCHUP ROUND 1

Propaganda under the cut c:

Cassia the Pronghorn:

She and her sister work for Eggman in return for Cassia being given cybernetics and medicine to treat her terminal illness. Her sister is overprotective of her, to Cassia's annoyance, as she has to spend a lot of time sitting around instead of going on missions. It also turned out Eggman lied about being able to cure her illness and could only delay it, but her sister didn't tell her when she found out

She's a gamer

I love the pronghorn sisters and am really disappointed that the series got canceled before their arc could really get going

Green and excitable

Princess Amy:

She's Amy's counterpart from the Sentai Zone, and part of the Sonicaman: Chaos Ninja Team

[eliotquillon]

remember when cassia went to try and convince virgil to help her find ollivan and she was so socially awkward about it that she accidentally fucking blackmailed him . So obsessed with her

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Until I found you

The reader's nickname is princess. There are slightly spicy scenes so mdni. Fuck boy Eddie who quickly turns into simp for you Eddie, fluff and a bit of angst. 18+

❤️

The First time that Eddie met you was when he was running from a very irate ex fling. He had literally just ended things and she had taken it badly; even though he told Cassia that he wasn't a relationship guy, she still thought that she could change him.

So intent on getting away from the crying and yelling he fell arse over tit and landed in a heap at your feet.

Normally Eddie would put on the charm right about now but his mind had gone blank at your pretty smile and the amusement in your eyes.

"Uh hey, you wouldn't mind hiding me from my very angry ex would you?" you snort at his request and proceed to help him up.

Now he would like to say that he charmed the pants off you that night but he didn't. In fact it was weeks before that would happen.

Eddie didn't do love. He was too cynical for that shit and he had seen enough break ups and fighting from his own parents and couples around him in his early years that it stuck with him.

Truthfully when he was younger there was still an idealised part of him that dreamed of finding someone who would love him but after various disappointments it was easy to close off that part of him.

He was thirty nine and had yet to have a serious relationship, preferred to indulge in flings with like minded people; there were still a few women who liked to think they could change his mind despite his warnings but they were unsuccessful.

Some people liked nothing better than a challenge and Eddie was a challenge, but he was also stubborn and refused to change his mind about things.

Even when he met you he was still determined that you would be like the others, that this would be a short fling and then be over within weeks... well if you ever agreed to go on a date with himm

However you seemed to have other ideas...

When you finally did agree to a date, Eddie made sure you knew the rules. No way was he having another angry woman chasing after him. You seemed pretty nonchalant about the whole thing until towards the end when you surprised him by gently taking his hand.

"Doesn't it get lonely?" you ask him curious and a little sad. He swallows and shakes his head. "No" he murmurs but that isn't quite the truth, he does get lonely but chases it away with flings, weed and D&D.

You didn't look like you believed him but you dropped it and gave him a little smirk. "So what's this amazing date you're taking me on Munson?"

❤️

Weeks pass and Eddie doesn't seem to realise that this has lasted longer than his usual flings, the two of you are having fun so he doesn't see why you would have to stop now.

Eddie groans as he thrusts into you, he can never get over how incredible it feels being inside of you and quickens the pace, loves the way you moan his name and clench around him.

A powerful, intense orgasm rocks the both of you and Eddie moans into your neck, softly kissing over it and your breasts. You're still shaking from the intensity of the orgasm, eyes closed and a blissful smile on your face.

"Hey beautiful" he caresses your cheek for a second, you cuddle back in his arms and look so content and happy, warmness spreads over his chest as he watches you. Fuck.

This was bad, this was very bad. What the fuck was going on with him? He was moving into dangerous territory here, things he avoided like the plague.

While you were nodding off he quickly dressed and tried to ignore his racing thoughts. So he liked spending time with you? So what! that didn't mean anything.

The content feelings that had been popping up out of nowhere meant nothing either, the warm feeling when he looked at you? Maybe he was getting sick or the AC was too high. That must be it..

This was fine. Maybe if he kept telling himself this then he would believe it? He feels a tug on his hand as he's trying to find his shirt and you're wide awake and gazing at him with big puppy eyes.

"Stay" you murmur sleepily and pout, it's so adorable that Eddie can't help but join you back in the bed.

This was fine. It was just one night it didn't mean anything. Nothing at all.

...

Steve is the first person to notice what's happening, he presses a beer into Eddie's hands before everyone arrives for the campaign and the two settle to chat.

"So you and princess? It's lasting a while huh?" Steve waggles his eyebrows at Eddie who almost chokes on the beer he's drinking, annoyed at Steve's teasing tone he shrugs and answers.

"I could end things whenever I want Steve" Eddie waves off Steve's comment, he really doesn't want to mention to Steve how sick he feels at the thought of never seeing you again.

"Yeah, you could but you don't want to Munson and you need to admit that to yourself" Steve says wisely and is saved from answering as some of Hellfire arrive.

No he doesn't.

Steve doesn't stop there and pins Eddie with his gaze. "Dude she's a catch and if you lose her because you're so stubborn, you know she will get snapped up like that" he snaps his fingers and Eddie feels like he's been punched in the gut.

Steve is right. He knows he's right and Eddie knows he's right and those thoughts stay with him.

He tries to lose himself in the campaign, and it works for a while, he's completely in DM mode and smiling at his enraptured audience. Dustin and mini Dustin are hanging on his every word as he finishes this part of the campaign on a cliffhanger.

"Dude, seriously!" Mike whines and Eddie smirks and pats Mike on the shoulder, "Wheeler good things come to those who wait. Now scram!" he orders him.

He's already annoyed that he was so distracted at times during the campaign in the first place, it wasn't often but it was enough to unnerve him. Since when did he get distracted while he was in the zone?

It was you that was distracting him and Steve stupid musings but speaking of you distracting him...

You walk into Steve's house smiling shyly at Steve and your eyes light up the minute that you find Eddie. His heart annoyingly speeds up which makes him grumble under his breath.

The minute you're in his arms his grumbling ceases and he smiles. "Hey whatcha doing here princess?" he's aware of the others watching him and gawking, he throws them a dark look and they scatter off in different directions.

"I thought I'd surprise you, is that alright?" you ask nervously and he's quick to assure you it's fine. The two of you liked hanging out together so he didn't see the problem and he never wanted you to feel nervous asking him these things.

"Sure princess, you want me to teach you how to play? I have a mini set back home" he doesn't expect you'll say yes but you surprise him by nodding happily.

"I'd like that Eddie"

❤️

Eddie smiles as you fall asleep cuddled into his chest, the two of you have barely left the bed since he picked you up from work and you're finally tuckered out.

Usually right about now he would slip out while you slept. Except he finds out that he doesn't want to, he wants to stay and the thought doesn't make him want to run for the hills.

You mumble in your sleep then whimper as your hand traces the empty sheets, he moves closer to you and instinctively you seek him out and sigh content when you're cuddled up on his chest.

It's cute as fuck and he melts. Melts, he can't cope with how sweet that was and he feels that warmness flood over him again as he strokes your hair.

The realisation hits him then. He could happily do this for the rest of his life.

Well shit. That was new and terrifying and he needs to leave now and not look back.

For a second it feels like he can't breath and he's gently moving you to your side of the bed and is halfway through scrambling for his boxers when it hits him that he doesn't want to leave.

His breathing calms and the racing beat of his heart slows down to a normal rhythm.

Once again the thought of not seeing you again makes him feel like his chest had caved in and he slumps back on the bed and immediately gathers you back in his arms.

With a gentle kiss to your hair and the feeling of your body flush against his, he begins to relax and he admits to himself that the feeling of you in his arms is something he will never tire of.

He wants to do this for the rest of his life.

❤️

[ldysmfrst]

American Mate (10) - A Date in the Right Direction

Paring: Hybrid!BTS Ot7 x Plus-sized Human FemReader

Status: Ongoing series

Chapter number: 10 of unknown

Word count for Chapter: 11,976

Work count for Story: 65,512

Genre: Hybrid Playmate Au inspired by works created by @yoongiofmine

A little about the author: I am a mother of two beautiful children, one of whom has special needs, and the other loves everyone. I am currently not working because of a broken foot. I started a Patreon, and I would be grateful if you donated to help me make ends meet while I am out of work.

Warnings: (I am not good at this, but I will try. Let me know if I missed anything!!) NOT BETA READ!! This story will have a bit of angst, fluff, smut, f/m, m/m, and m/f/m. This chapter does have mentions of lost pregnancy, pack dynamics, comfort, Alpha/Luna vibes, and close proximity, but mainly, it is just Fluff.

BTS HYBRID ANIMAL TYPES: Seokjin - Roan Ferret, Yoongi - Black Jaguar, Hoseok - Marten, Namjoon - Alaskan Timber Wolf, Jimin - Red Panda, Taehyung - White Southwest African Tiger, Jungkook - Flemish Giant Rabbit

AMERICAN MATE MASTER LIST / LDYSMFRST MASTER LIST

The next morning is a complete departure from your usual routine. You had meticulously set your alarm for 7:30 am, anticipating a quick shower would suffice before your medical appointment. But fate had other plans in store for you.

Shuffling, giggling, and the hushed “Quiet Kookie” woke you. Wait… is that water running? What time… what?

Stretching as you blink your eyes, you end up face to face with Jungkook, “Ah! Jungkook! What are you doing?”

“Good morning, my sweets,” the bunny smiled brightly with his big eyes. No care in the world that he just spooked you await.

Still hearing movement, you take a look around. Jungkook is kneeling on the bed but not inside your fort. Yoongi has popped his head out of your bathroom, and Seokjin stands at the entry door with a tray.

“Good morning, Jungkook, Seokjin, Yoongi. What time is it?’ rubbing your eyes and stretching again. Man, that was the deepest sleep you have gotten in a long time. 

Each Alpha wants to coo at your cute little stretches, which are maddeningly hidden by Taehyung’s blanket. 

Seokjin is the first to snap out of watching you, “It’s almost 7 am, dear. I have a light breakfast, and Yoongi is drawing a bath for you. We want to make sure you're comfortable and ready for your day."

Looking at Seokjin with a bit of a question furrowing your brow. Yoongi retreats into the bathroom now that he sees you are not upset at the intrusion.

 “Sweets, we heard your doctor’s appointment was this morning. I hate doctor’s appointments, and we thought it might be uncomfortable for you, too.” Jungkook says while he giggles at your expression.

“Thank you, Alphas. I was going to try a shower today, but a bath sounds good,” you say. A smile blooms on your face at the knowledge of the Alphas trying to make your day good.

“Princess, the bath is ready. I used the Cassia and Cherry scented bath bomb for you today. I set a towel to the side for you like last time. When you are done, please call for any of us to help dry your hair, okay?” asks Yoongi as he heads toward the door.

“Sure thing, Yoongi. Thank you again.” With another smile, Yoongi looks pointedly at the youngest packmate before leaving to get ready, presumably.

“Jin, is breakfast something that will get cold, or can I eat it after the bath?” you ask. Meanwhile, you note that Jungkook has scooted closer to you but still not close enough to touch you or your fort. 

“It’s a simple breakfast: just some fruits and a bagel with cream cheese,” his eyes widened. He looked at the tray and then back at you. “You do like fruit, bagels, and cream cheese, right?”

Giggling, you kick out of the blankets and start scooting toward him. “Who doesn’t like those? They would be crazy not to like those!” 

You look at the array of foods on the tray, “Thank you, Jin. It looks good. Oh, you got mangos, my favorite!” 

You happily take a large bite of the slice and close your eyes to enjoy the burst of flavor. Seokjin watches you eat intensely, and Jungkook approaches your side.

Opening your eyes, you look back at the bunny, asking, “Can you have mangos?” At his nodding, you offer him to take the rest of the mango in your hand. 

Leaning forward, Jungkook eats the mango from your hand. His lips barely touch your fingertips, temporarily short-circuiting you. 

You immediately drop your hand and look back at Seokjin, only to notice he is watching Jungkook eat. You feel like you are getting too warm over witnessing something that should be between mates only.

“Umm... I am gonna go take that bath now,” you say softly. 

Bolting into the walk-in closet, you look for something comfortable and yours to wear today. You pull out a pair of leggings, a sports bra, a crisscross tank, and a non-thousand-dollar sweater.

When you leave the closet, you notice that the tray has been left at the end of the bed, and the two remaining Alphas have left the room. 

Softly, you bang your head on the door frame and mumble, “Good job, y/n. Way to keep professionalism.”

You could ask someone to take you to a salon to wash it. 

Your mind didn’t focus on any one thing as you dried off and dressed. That seems to be your mode right now. 

Your mind is like a laptop with 20 tabs open, and you cannot figure out where the music is coming from or what language it is even in.

Walking out of the bathroom, you towel off your hair and head to the door to ask Yoongi for help, as instructed. 

At the sound of your name being called from inside the bedroom, you jump and spin around to see Seokjin sitting down with a brush and cordless hair dryer.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you, but it sounded like you were almost done with your bath. I wanted to help you with your hair,” Seokjin says, holding up the tools. “That and I wanted to talk to you while you ate.”

“It’s okay, Jin. I had joked with Yoongi earlier about getting him and Taehyung a bell, but now I think it’s not them being sneaky.” You shake your head and make your way to sit on the bed in front of the eldest Alphas.

You smile as you relish the feeling of someone else brushing your hair. Reaching out with your good hand, you pull the food tray closer and start munching. The mango, strawberries, and grapes are so fresh. The bagel and cream cheese also taste like they were made this morning.

Behind you, Seokjin noticed how tangled your hair was still. This prompted him to go into the bathroom and get some leave-in conditioner. Just like Yoonig, Soekjin brushes your hair gently.

When he goes to blow dry your hair, you turn around, stopping him from continuing, and ask, “Jin, umm… I wasn’t able to wash my hair as well as I would like to have. Can someone take me to a salon to wash it?”

“You could have asked one of us to help, dear.”Soekjin says, then quickly adds, “Like to wash it over the sink or something.”

“I didn’t think of that. Not used to having people willing to help me,” you respond, looking down shyly. 

Putting a finger under your chin, Seokjin tilts your head back to look at him. “I understand. It will take time to depend on the seven of us, but we are all here for you. I will see what I can do about getting your hair done. For now, what would you like me to do, dear?”

“I would normally braid it, but that won’t work. Maybe a bun?”

“I can do a bun, or I can see if Tae is still here. He has sisters, so I am sure he knows how to braid,” he offers.

“A bun is fine. We don’t have much time, and you said you wanted to talk to me,” you say, turning around and resuming your munching.

“I did… wanna talk to you.” Finishing up the bun, he puts the brushes in your bathroom and asks, “Namjoon talked to you about the outings that the pack wants to do with you right?” 

“Oh yes. I think it is nice of the pack to want to do that. I thought this would be more of a group activity kind of pack since you are all bonded. Goes to show you cannot make assumptions,” you giggle.

“Right, I may love my mates together, but sometimes you just need some alone or one-on-one time.” 

Sitting on the other side of the food tray, his eyes take in that you have avoided all of the melons on the plate. “You don’t like melons?”

“Not really. I mean, I will eat watermelon and cantaloupe if that is the only fruit, but I am not much of a honeydew fan,” seeing his shoulders drop at your response. 

You take a grape, eat it, and smile, “It was a great breakfast for not knowing me that well, Alpha.”

Smiling softly, he notes that he will tell the rest of the pack to avoid melons at all costs and stock up on strawberries, grapes, and mangoes.

“So the umm… outings. It will be interesting to fit them into your guys’ schedules soon. This first week is practically shot since it’s almost over, and the contract hasn’t even been finalized yet. So they will start next week if all goes well?”

“Actually, that is what I wanted to talk to you about,” Seokjin takes your hands in his. “Y/n, I know the contract isn’t finished, but it really doesn’t matter. It’s more like a formality than anything at this point.”

You think of how everything has not followed standard operational procedures. You can hear Derek yelling at you about legalities. You nod slowly in hesitant agreement, waiting for him to continue.

“With that being said, Miss Y/n, Soekjin looks into your eyes, allowing his confidence and childlike anticipation to show. “Would you do me the honor of going out with me tonight?”

You automatically feel your face burst into a blush at his question. For some reason, you thought they would just tell you who would take you and where. 

But no. Kim Seokjin, the talented singer of the world-famous K-pop group, is asking you to join him… tonight. The contract is not set; you haven’t passed anything yet, and he is still asking.

Knowing that the pack planned and agreed upon this, you smile, “Tonight sounds great, Jin.”

Why does it feel like you just agreed to go on a date with the eldest member of the Bangtan pack?

Yoongi and Jungkook were the only ones left in the packhouse, Seokjin having left after your conversation. 

At 9:30 a.m., Dr. Blackwell arrives with her bag and a smaller suitcase. The doctor has taken you into your room and done the physical exam, wanting to get that out of the way as quickly as possible.

Something about it makes the Alphas feel uneasy, given its vulnerability. 

Now, you are all sitting in the dining room, an alpha on each side, with the focus laser-focused on Dr. Blackwell, who seems not to be affected at all.

“Miss Y/n, these questions are personal in nature, and you can deny the presence of the Alphas at your side. They would be required to leave the packhouse and be out of earshot so that you can answer comfortably.”

“Do you want them to stay or leave?” the Doctor asks.

Feeling the hybrids at your side shift at the notion of having to leave you, you answer, “They can stay, Dr. Blackwell. Everything you ask will be in a report for them all to see anyway.”

“Very well,” she finally glances at the two men. “If either of you think you may hear things you do not want to hear then please take your leave now.”

“We are good,” Yoongi replies, and Jungkook nods in agreement.

“Alright. Well, Miss Y/n, can you tell me of your family history, any health conditions, addictions, or genetic background?” the doctor asks.

“Sure. My brother is healthy as a horse and backpacking around the Blue Ridge Mountain range right now. My mother is relatively healthy but does drink heavily in social situations. My grandparents were healthy too and drank socially also.”

“Are those your mother’s parents?”

“Oh yes, this is all my mom’s side. I don’t know anything about my father’s side. He was only in my life until I was about 10 or 11. He and my mother divorced, and mom took away all contact with him and that side of the family.”

“You don’t know your dad?” Jungkook asks with a frown. Bunny hybrids live in large family colonies, so it doesn’t make sense to him.

“No, I don’t. I tried to find him when I turned 18, but my mother threatened to disown me and stuff, so … yeah. I had tried for almost a year before she found out. I figured he would have contacted me by now, if he wanted to.”

Placing your hand on Jungkook’s, you smile softly at him, “It’s been years, Thumper. I am okay.”

“What about your personal history, Miss Y/n?” the doctor says, getting everyone back on track.

“Well, besides my being considered obese by medical standards,” you hear a soft growl from the jaguar but continue, “I have Hashimoto’s Thyroiditis. The main symptoms are tiredness, inability to lose weight, some food sensitivities and I am pretty much cold 24/7.”

“Can you list your food sensitivities, please? This is imperative for the contract, as all dietary restrictions must be factored in, Miss Y/n.”

“Umm... yeah. I can’t typically find my way around it, so they really are not restrictions,” you hurriedly say, trying to find a way to avoid the question.

“Princess, Hyung is going to want to know the specifics. His love language is food; remember his promise to keep you well-fed. This will help ensure he doesn’t hurt you in the process,” encourages Yoongi.

“Yeah, sweets. Even Jin-hyung is allergic to garlic, Tae Tae cannot eat spicy foods, and Joonie and Jiminnie-hyung don’t eat seafood. I don’t think it's an allergy for them, but it might as well be,” Jungkook adds, trying to help you feel comfortable.

“Okay,” you nod at both of them and turn to the doctor. I am allergic to chocolate. Citrus and spices give me blisters in my mouth. Sometimes, bananas and avocados make my mouth itchy because of my latex allergy, but I love them. I don’t have a gallbladder, so I avoid red meat for the most part.”

You glance at the jaguar hybrid beside you, expecting a negative response. 

However, you are met with a gummy smile and a tail wrapping your thigh, “thank you for sharing, Princess. You and Joonie can share all the surf and turf meals.”

This causes everyone to laugh, effectively making the mood lighter than before. 

You continue to answer a series of questions, and then you come to the questions that you hate: the social history, a.k.a. ‘how lame your sex life is’ questions.

“Miss Y/n, since the Bangtan Pack has requested not to include the rut clause. We do have to ask you about things that will affect that. It's best to rapid-fire these to avoid any awkwardness,” the doctor suggests while giving the two Alphas stern looks.

“Sure, rapid-fire works Dr. Blackwell.”

“Gender at birth?”

“Female.”

“Identify as?”

“The same.”

“Orientation?”

“Heterosexual and sapiosexual.” Piquing the interest of the Alphas at your side, but the doctor presses on.

“Ever had intercourse?’

“Yes.”

“Pregnancies?”

“Yes, one that failed. I had a miscarriage.” Jungkook’s hand squeezes yours as Yoogni’s tail softly brushes your forearm.

“Last sexual encounter?

“Th… three years ago. I.. I stopped when I had the miscarriage.”

“Birth Control?”

“IUD implanted shortly after the miscarriage.”

“Well, I think that is all. Your IUD is still usable for another 2 years and the bloodwork will tell us if there is anything else to worry about.”

“Thank you, Dr. Blackwell. I will walk you out and… I think I will take a walk around the property to get some fresh air.” 

Both you and the doctor go outside, chatting about random things. 

When she goes to get into the car, she stops you from walking off, “Miss Y/n, I didn’t ask with the pack there, but do you want any information on a therapist?”

“Oh no, Thank you, Dr. Blackwell. I can give you Ryan’s number if you need it for the report. He is the Licensed Social Worker that I was seeing until about a year ago.”

“Yes, unfortunately, without his report, I would need to do a psych assessment for the contract.” With that, you gave her all the information for Ryan. 

You also decided to call him on your walk and to make sure to get the proper forms to release the sensitive information. Being a good therapist, he questions how you are doing, if you are having any complications with all the questions, and the change in your situation. 

You don’t hold back. You let your former therapist know everything. At the end of it all, you realize you have no issues with what has happened. 

You are playing your future with caution, and today’s visit wasn’t as terrifying or problematic as you thought it might be.

Inside the packhouse, however, Yoongi and Jungkook were very much dealing with how worrisome the doctor’s visit had become for them. 

Once you and the doctor left, they went to Yoongi’s den and chatted with Namjoon and Seokjin. Yoongi went over everything that had happened during the doctor’s visit. 

Seokjin was the calmest of the four. He was happy to learn about the dietary restrictions now and not during your date with him tonight. Being the eldest, he figured you had had an entire life before them. 

Your reactions to their advantages, the level of panic in certain situations, and your negative self-image have already told him more than enough.

Namjoon remained primarily silent throughout the conversation. With every new bit of information, his resolve to talk with your family pack without you present solidified. 

Not to mention, his Alpha now wants to ensure that your experiences with the pack are top-notch. He smiles, knowing Jin’s plans for tonight will hopefully start things off on the right track.

Ending the call, Yoongi and Jungkook head back downstairs and outside. They can hear you walking around the yard, but you are talking to someone about Dr. Blackwell and records. 

Considering that you chose to make this call without them around, they sit on the back patio. This allows them to watch over you but respect your privacy. 

Bangtan Pack Group Chat

Prime: Hey guys, I want to ask you all something. Hob-ah already knows about this because we talked about it last night. 

Prime: After Y/n’s appointment today, which revealed a few new things, I think this idea is really our best bet.

Mochi: What is it, Hyung?

V: What happened at her appointment? Is she okay?

WWH: She is fine, but there were some concerns, which we will discuss later. Namjoon, what is your idea?

Prime: I want to go and talk to the Y/l/n Pack.

Bun: You did that already, though, with Jimin and Yoongi-hyung.  You wanna go again?

Seokie: Let him talk Kookie!

Bun: Sorry.

Prime: It’s OK, Kookie. Thank you, Hobi-hyung. I want to go but I want to go without Y/n.

Yoons: You better have a good reason to see a pack without their Luna, Namjoon.

Prime: I want to tell them Y/n is our mate. 

Bun: So we are okay with lying to her but not to her pack?

Seokie: No, Bunny. We are not lying to her. We are waiting til the right time to tell her. 

Bun: Same difference.

Prime: Talking with her pack and letting them know might get them to tell us more about her and how to tell without her running from us. 

WWH: I agree with Yoongi. This is playing with fire. But it may be our best chance. They could help open her mind to the idea.

Prime: Does anyone want to go with me?

Bun: Nope. Not even. She will be the next person I tell about the mate bond.

Yoons: I am with Jungkook on this one. I will stay out of this. 

V: I will go with you, hyung. I would like to meet her family pack to start with.

Seokie: I will go, too.

WWH: When is this happening?

Prime: I don’t know yet. I was hoping for tonight.

Prime: but maybe this weekend would be better?

Mochi: Sorry, but Manager Sejin asked what was happening.

Mochi: He thinks this is a good idea. The weekend would work best.

Mochi: also, Seokjin and Namjoon should go, but no more than 4

Mochi: So I am out. I saw them, and I still have other stuff.

WWH: If you schedule it this weekend, I will go. Tonight, I am taking Y/n out on a date.

Prime: Okay, Jin and Hobi-hyung plus TaeTae and I. Got it.

The rest of the morning was quiet. Neither of the Alphas present sought you out, but you would see them skirt around wherever you were. You finally had enough of it and went back to your room.

Looking through the preliminary contract, you found Manager Sejin’s cell number. You decide to call him to ensure he is updated with everything. 

“Hello, this is Sejin.”

“Manager Sejin, it’s Y/n. How are you today?”

“Oh Y/n! Hi. I am doing well. Thank you for asking. Yourself?”

“I am doing, umm… well, I’m ok,” you hesitate to ask why the two Alphas are avoiding you.

“Yeah, should I pretend to believe you?” asks the BTS manager. Of course, he isn’t going to notice, but at least he is giving you an out.

“Can we put a pin in it for now? I want to go over a few things with you first.”

“Sure thing. What did you want to discuss? Actually, how did you get my number?”

“Your number is the only number listed on the preliminary contract, Manager Sejin,” you giggle slightly.

“Oh yeah, sorry, most Playmates don’t get a preliminary contract. Anyways, is there something I can help you with?”

“Yes, but first– Dr. Blackwell has come and gone. She did the full physical exam, blood sample, and full history. I also gave Dr. Blackwell my prior therapist's phone number. After she left, I contacted him and he will send me the ROI.”

“Wonderful news. You can tell this isn’t your first rodeo, even if you haven't been a Playmate before. Aside from the mental health report, everything else should be done by tomorrow afternoon.”

“Ryan is already working on a mental health summary report and will have it ready by tonight. He is really quick with that. He is a PMS contracted therapist, Manager Sejin.”

“That is even more perfect. Nothing seems concerning on our end, or the doctor would have already called me.”

“Well, one would think that nothing is concerning,” you say, clearing your throat. 

Glancing at your door and deciding you are unsure where the Alphas are now in the house, you move to the bathroom. Closing the door and turning on the sink.

“Miss Y/n are... Are you in the kitchen?”

“No, I am hiding in the bathroom. I don’t know where Yoongi and Jungkook are, but they have been… umm, well… they have been observing me from afar.”

“Observing from afar? Like, what do you mean?”

“After the doctor left, I took a walk outside because some of the information at the end was intense but not unpleasant... for me.” 

You nibble on your bottom lip, “But maybe they aren’t okay with it.”

“Okay. I agree that their behavior indicates that something is off. Have you tried going to them? Maybe they are giving you some space.”

“No, I got nervous. I guess I got used to them always coming to me,” you contemplate. “Oh! Can you possibly have someone take me to the salon?”

“Umm, I take it you have no idea what you are doing for your date tonight?”

Your breath catches in your throat when he calls tonight a date. You turn off the sink and walk back to the bedroom. 

Is that what this is? 

Is that what he called it? 

Does the pack know?

“Well, yes, to all of that.  Jin said you accepted going out tonight with him. Is he supposed to call it something else?”

“Shit! I said that all out loud?”

Manager Sejin chuckles, “Miss Y/n. It is okay. All of them know about your date with Jin tonight. Actually, I think that may explain the distance.”

“They do? It does?” You sit on the edge of your bed. The revelation that everyone is calling this a date has you reeling.

“They do and don’t tell them I told you, but everyone is nervous about it. Seokjin may not be the Prime Alpha, but he is the oldest mate. There is a lot of pressure for him to make sure tonight goes well.”

“Oh, he could do a movie night in, and I would be happy.”

“Well, this is Kim Seokjin. I doubt you'll be having a movie night at the Pack House. I suspect he has more things planned for you than what you realize.”

“Oh boy, I really need to get my hair done then, ah… Where are we going? Do I need to go shopping? Do I have the right thing to wear?”

“Miss Y/n, now is not the time to spiral. He will let you know what is happening soon. Just be ready. Since it’s already lunchtime, I suggest snacking on something.”

“Wait, you still haven’t explained why tonight Jin has to do with Thumper and Yoongi staying away.”

“I'm going to try not to laugh at you calling Jungkook Thumper,” he says, clearing his throat and trying to mask his laughter. “I am sure you have heard that Alphas are territorial, right?”

“Riiiiight, but Namjoon said they weren’t territorial like that, and he didn’t think they would be with these… ah these dates.”

“They won’t. What Yoongi and Jungkook are doing right now is the reason why they won’t.”

“Oh, but we sat next to each other when I spoke to the doctor.”

“Well, if you want to have a super happy Alpha tonight, you might want to change clothes and wash your hands, but know that you really don’t have to. He isn’t the possessive one of the group.”

After the call, you followed Manager Sejin’s advice by changing your pants, which Yoongi’s tail touched, and washing your hands up to your elbows just to be safe.

You were too nervous to eat now, so you looked around for the other two Alphas, which you knew had to be nearby. 

Only to realize that you, a human, were trying to hunt down two adult male Alpha hybrids. 

One of them could turn into a bunny that could fit who knows where and has the prey instinct to hide.

The other was an apex-like predator hybrid. You have already threatened to get a bell for him because of his sneakiness.

Giving up, you returned to your room and wasted time scrolling through Tumblr and Insta.

It has just hit 1 pm when you get a knock on your door. When you answer it, you are met with a woman in a pantsuit who doesn’t say anything and hands you a phone. Looking at the screen, you see that there is an active call.

“Umm… Hello? This is Y/n,” you speak into the phone.

“Hello, my dearest,” replies the voice on the other end of the line.

“Jin! You had to send a bodyguard to call me?”

“How else would I contact you? I haven’t been allowed to get your phone number. Her name is Jen, and she will be your driver today.”

“Ah yeah, I should get that to everyone, but why do I need a driver?” Smiling at the now-named woman, you cover the mic on the phone, “Hello Jen, I am y/n.”

“Yes, you do. Are you ready for tonight?”

“No, not even close. I don’t know where we are going, so I don’t know what to wear. My hair is still in the bun. Yoongi and Thumper have been nowhere to be found in the last hour.”

You hear a low chuckle from the phone line and look at the phone with irritated confusion: “You’re laughing?”

“From now on, the only Alpha you need to worry your pretty little head with is… Me.”

His voice has taken a lower tone than other times he has spoken to you, and there is something so stimulating about it.

“Now, my dearest, please go with Jen. She will take you to Mare Salon in West Hollywood, and you will join me for an early dinner. Ready?”

“Yes, Alpha,” you respond quickly, not wanting to upset the Alpha, who controls the rest of your day. While you are not a pushover, you want to be open to tonight and figure you might as well go with the flow.

“Good. Please hand the phone back to Jen and get ready to leave.”

Following his instructions, you hand the phone over. Then grab your purse, phone, and jacket. When you return to the door, Jen is no longer on the phone. “Ready when you are.”

(NOTE: If you would like to see what is being described, please go to American Mate - Date with Jin Pinterest Board)

She leads you to a sleek, all-black Town Car and opens the back door for you. Taking your seat, you find an envelope with your name next to you. Inside is a handwritten letter which reads:

My dearest Y/n, I want you to know that I am in awe of your grace throughout this past week. Even in the ups and downs, you held your ground, spoke your mind, and brought a life to the pack that none of us knew was missing.  Tonight, let us celebrate our paths crossing and our lives intertwining.  Our first stop of the night is Mare Salon, and this is my first chance to show you that I can treat you as you should be.  They will only show you options that can be completed in time to make our dinner reservation.  Feel free to pick any of the packages offered. Enjoy yourself right now. See you soon, Kim Seokjin

You read the letter multiple times. He calls you his dearest as if you are something important to him, and he is treating you to a top-tier salon experience. 

Seokjin may be known as World Wide Handsome, but he is a World Wide Charmer.

The experience at Mare Salon was something new and something you swear only the 1% would typically experience.

First, you had a personal attendant, probably because you were their only customer for the rest of the day. 

Secondly, they offered you a smoothie of your choice, and you got a Peanut Butter Bananrama, which was so good. 

Finally, you had so many spa packages to choose from. Ultimately, you picked a Tea Tree treatment and a hydration facial.

About halfway through your experience, you received a delivery with a large black box, a medium purple box, and a black bag.

Automatically, a smile blooms on your face, and around you, the sounds of the staff cooing at the gesture have your face tinting pink.

Attached to the large box is another envelope with your name on it. The letter inside reads:

Are you relaxing, my dearest? Let me know if they are treating you like the Luna you are. Do not hesitate to ask Jen or the salon staff for anything. Once you have completed your pampering, Jen will drive you to meet me at the restaurant.  I know you were concerned about what to wear tonight. I hope you do not mind, but I took care of that. Just as I promised, I will take care of you. Please let the one who delivered these to you know if any alterations are needed, and they will make the adjustments per your request.  It shouldn’t be much longer, my dearest. See you soon, Seokjin

You really shouldn’t feel an emotional response from a mated man, but his words are so sweet anyone would swoon. Over your shoulder, you hear the staff mention something about being committed to a fan service.

It’s like ice buckets get thrown over you—fan service. You have seen videos of Idols treating their fans to a day of fun with them. Just recently, you saw NCT 127 make dinner for a super fan.

You were becoming a playmate. This wasn’t much different. They would be paying you to be their friend, their companion. It’s nothing more. 

You continued the services you had requested. The delivered goods are still sitting untouched after you read the letter.

You had been excited, but now the thrill of the letters and the day's excitement seemed dull.

“Miss Y/n, you have a phone call,” your driver, Jen, said while handing you the same phone from before. 

Taking the phone, you smiled and nodded at Jen, then waited for her to move away.

“Thank you for call… wait, no. Sorry, Hello?”

You heard a soft sigh, “You didn’t open the gifts.”

Hearing the statement, you didn’t feel the need to say anything, but there was a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach.

“Dearest, why haven’t you opened them? Did I overstep a boundary?”

You didn’t know what was worse: the sinking feeling that you had disappointed him by not opening his gifts or the feeling that you were making him feel guilty.

“Seokjin,” pausing to take a breath, you were interrupted.

“Seokjin? I am Seokjin again. What did… Y/n, please tell me where I went wrong?” His voice sounds weak, but somehow, he is still in control.

“You haven’t done anything wrong, nor have you overstepped any boundaries,” you respond. Muttering to yourself, “Your service is top-notch.”

“My what?”

“Shit. I didn’t mean to say that out loud. I am sorry, Jin.”

“Explain,” he states, his voice a new tone you haven’t heard before.

“Fan service. The staff here is all giggly about how well you are treating me. Then, one mentioned something about how this was a committed fan service.”

Another sigh comes over the phone. “My dear, my dearest Y/n. This is not fan service. I have not, nor will I ever treat a fan in this way.  All of this is for you.”

“You don’t have to do all this for me. I am just me.”

“Yes, you are just you. My promise to you and only you was to make sure you are eating well, so I am taking you to dinner.”

“Jin…” you breathed out.

“No, let me continue. I had promised to keep you happy and healthy, and spoiling you with this spa hair trip and the gifts was my attempt to follow through on that promise.”

“All this is so much. It’s more than I ever have been given,” you try to keep going.

“I want to impress you, Y/n. Not as World Wide Handsome or as Kim Seokjin of BTS but as Jin, the eldest Prey Alpha of the Bangtan pack. Can you allow me to do that for us?”

After Jin’s phone call, you finished your time at the salon. With the help of the delivery person, you dress in the outfit he sent you for tonight’s dinner. Surprisingly, no alterations were needed.

Now, Jen was pulling the car up to a very green door with a lovely painted woman’s face and the word Amore in green fluorescent lights. 

The first room has vine-covered brick walls with glass ceilings, giving the feel of being outside. The booths out here are beautifully set with candles, and the room's center hangs a lovely chandelier. 

Continuing inside, you are greeted by large wooden panels along the main wall with built-in wine racks, highly decorative green and white walls, and a classic bar in the corner to your left. 

There stands the first person you have seen since you arrived. She smiles softly at you and tilts her head, indicating that you should turn in the other direction. 

Following her subtle hint, you turn only to be greeted with a sight that steals your breath.

He is all in black.

Your eyes drop as you take in Seokjin’s appearance.

Classy wingtip dress shoes.

Dress slacks that are loose but accentuate the length of his legs.

The dress shirt with the top two buttons is undone, allowing you to glance at his collarbones.

Finally, you catch his eyes, which seem darker than usual. However, he doesn’t hold your gaze. Instead, his eyes travel along your body.

 It’s like he was waiting for you to watch him as he assesses his gifts on you.

He has also dressed you in all black.

Your dress is made of tulle, and various parts have a dark silver metallic lining. 

Your neck was a halter with a deep V-neck, which stopped with a cinched high waist and bellowed out into an asymmetrical high-low skirt. You had found this in the large black box.

Out of the purple box, you discovered shoes that allowed you to show off your newly pedicured feet, colored with a deep blue polish. They were silver chain-buckled sandals with box heels that matched the lining of your dress.

Finally, the small bag contained a lovely pair of silver and sapphire earrings and a matching bracelet. The silver parts looked like a flower made of hearts, with gems lying between them.

As his eyes traveled back up your body, he found his voice, “You look stunning.”

“Thank you, Jin,” you say with a shy smile. “You are quite handsome as well.”

He holds his hand out to you, beckoning you forward and sliding your hand in his felt natural. His warmth even pulls you in. It relaxes the tension you didn’t realize you were holding. 

“Thank you for my gifts, Alpha.”

“I am sorry about your experience at the salon. Please don’t ever feel like we are just going through the motions with you. Everything that I do and that the pack does is for you.”

“Jen said something about the staff being jealous Army and that I needed to get used to them if I stuck around.”

“Ah, yes,” he says while guiding you into a small half-circle booth. His Alpha growled in his head, still wanting to fire the one who made you doubt the night's intentions.

When you sat down, you had thought he would go to sit on the other side, but instead, he sat down on the same side, scooting you over to make enough room and draping his arm across the back of the couch.

“In Korea, the crazy ones are called sasaeng. Anyone with fame has to deal with them,” he comments with his eyes focused on you. 

“Sadly, you will also have to deal with them. You may even get your own, but we do our best to protect you from them.”

“I have heard of them. Probably more often than you think. They would sometimes show up to the office either trying to apply to be a Playmate or trying to catch an Idol coming through the halls.”

Looking around the restaurant, “Jin, are we the only ones here?”

“Yes, I booked the whole restaurant. I wanted to make sure we had time to talk without getting bothered.” He gestures to the waitress that you saw when you came in.

“Jin, this is amazing. Have you ever been here?”

“Nope. It had excellent reviews online, and the chef was willing to accommodate our diets without complaint,” he said with a playfully bright smile. 

He looks at the waitress and says, “Please let the chef know we are ready for the first course. For now, I will stick with water, but my lady can have whatever she wants.”

“Miss, would you like to see the drink selection?” she asks. Both of them looked to me for my decision.

“Water. Ice water would be perfect, please, and thank you.”

“Make sure the water does not have a garnish. She is allergic to citrus,” he tells the waitress. Your jaw drops at the fact that he already knows this information. 

“Oh, and please make sure the chef has read the restrictions. I do not want my lady to get sick while eating here.” From your angle, you cannot fully see his face. 

If the waitress's reaction was any indication, it was not the happy face from a moment ago. Soon, his attention was back on you, and the waitress was gone. 

He must have caught your reaction somehow because he gave you a sly smile, “Yoon and Kook let me know of the food concerns right after Dr. Blackwell left, in case you were wondering.”

“Well, that makes sense. At least they talked to someone after the appointment,” you say bitterly.

“Did they do something wrong or make you uncomfortable with your appointment?” Jin asked, his face crunching with concern.

“Oh no! They were great and supportive during the visit. They actually helped me,” you quickly said. Looking down, you focus on the bracelet that he has gifted you. Jin waits patiently for you to continue.

“I spoke with Manager Sejin about their behavior. He said I shouldn’t worry.”

“Y/n,” he says. "What did the boys do to make you call someone outside the pack for advice?” Looking back at Jin, the seriousness of his face takes you back a bit. 

“I don’t want to sound like a child, but” sigh. “they ignored me after the appointment. I don’t think they were comfortable with what they learned about me.”

You go to scoot back, wanting a bit of room between you and Jin. “Manager Sejin said that it was more of a courtesy thing for you.”

That information was like a light bulb turned on over his head. The stern face melted away to a warm smile, “Do you know about Alpha bonding time and possession?”

“The only thing I know is what Derek, my beta, said, but that included imprinting and territory domains.” Your words pulled a soft chuckle from Jin.

The waitress took that moment to bring your drinks and a lovely plate called a Caledonia Blue Prawn Carpaccio. It looks incredible with the thinly sliced prawns, some small piles of what looks like foam, and a yellow gastrique. 

“Here, my dear.” While you had taken a sip of water, Jin had gathered some of the carpaccio and was now offering it to you. “I want to give you the first bite as a show of following through with my promise to always keep you well-fed.”

Blushing slightly, you lean forward and say, “Thank you, Alpha.” The bite offered is unlike anything you have eaten before. The play of textures and flavors sings. 

Humming in delight, you watch as Jin tastes it as well. His instant smile shows he agrees with your reaction.

“Now, back to our jaguar and bunny. I think your Beta is pretty spot on. However, it’s called territorial dominance and not domain. You’re not a website,” Jin says as he continues to feed you bites of food while he talks. 

“Oh. I knew it was something like that, but still, Namjoon said there were never any issues before. So what gives?”

“Oh gosh, how do I explain this to a non-hybrid?” He goes quiet as he contemplates. 

Internally, what he is trying to tell you would require you to know you are his mate. Whenever one bonded Alpha claims a day or period of time with their mate, the rest of the pack will avoid that mate to ensure several things:

1- The called mate(s) is aware that bonding time is needed

2- The calling mate(s) makes preparations for the bonding time for themselves as well as the called mate(s)

3- The remaining mate(s) keep their distance from all mates involved for temporary scent fading

4- The one or more of the remaining mate(s) are put in charge to guard the involved mate(s) until it is time for the bonding

It is an older version of the bonding time rituals. Having all Alphas in the Bangtan Pack, this version allows the called to fall into a following-like state of mind while the calling falls into a leading-like mindset. 

Sipping your water and watching Jin figure out how to tell you whatever it is, you take a note to ask Derek or Evie where you can find some reputable online courses to learn more about the Alpha sub-gender.

At the lull in conversation, the waitress brings out a tray with new dishes. The first is a Perigord Truffle Chawanmushi, Uni, and Trout Roe. 

After looking at it closely, you determine it is something like a flan made with fish and something else on a plate. Next to it is this soup puree topped with sea urchin and fish eggs. 

The second is known as a Comte Cloud, and that is when you have to try not to laugh because it is just a poached egg with shavings on toast: those 1% folks and their fancy-schmancy names for things.

You are 90% sure the soupy thing is raw and smells strongly of fish. The speckled flan looks interesting— until the server dumps it into the soup. 

So, the only safe thing is the poached egg on toast. You quickly pull that dish closer to you and hope it shows you want that and not the other concoction.

“I guess the easiest way to say this is…” Jin watches you pull the plate to you with a raised eyebrow.

“I love eggs. May I eat this one, Alpha?” you say sweetly, attempting to get your way and not being forced to eat something raw. 

“Of course, but here, try this too,” he agrees while he gathers a fair sample of the raw fishy flan dish. Bringing it up to your mouth to have you try it, you keep your mouth shut. 

Looking at him with pleading eyes, you ask, “Can I skip the Chawanmush… chawamjush. That,” you say, pointing to the spoon. “Can I please skip that?”

Laughing. That was his answer to you. He laughed to the point where he had to put the spoon down or risk dropping it.

“Alpha, it looks raw and smells fishy. We just ate that prawn dish, it was nearly raw, and I am not much of a raw or smelly fish eater.” You continue to pout at the thought of the Alpha making you eat it. 

“Alright, you don’t have to eat the Chawanmushi. I quite enjoy things in the natural raw state, even if it’s a bit fishy.” He watches you intently while saying those words, then takes a bite.

Why does it sound like he isn’t… wait nope. You are not gonna go there. You are going to eat your poached egg. Cutting into it, the yolk runs out just as it should, and you scoop it up and take a bite. Yum.

“Oh, good. It’s dripping nicely. It must be creamy and rich, too,” comments the Alpha, slightly causing you to choke on your bite.

Jin casually pats your back and reminds you of the water to help you swallow it.

You have got to get your mind out of the gutter. 

You tell the doctor today that you have been on a three-year re-virginity plan, and now that you are at a high-end dinner with World Wide Handsome, everything is becoming an innuendo. 

Get a grip!

“As with any hybrid, scents are very important to us. It allows us to identify many things. Pack bonds, mating seasons, emotions, and such.”

“When one of the individuals joining in the bonding time carries the scent of another pack member, no matter the sub-gender, it can block or alter the purity of the individual’s scent.”

Jin further explains, “Territorial dominance is not a bad thing. Since you are going to be with Bangtan now, we all want to bond with you properly. As an all-Alpha male pack, our individual Alphas can become quite controlling.”

“Wait,” you remember something from the scenting session. “The night you guys brought me the extra bedding, Jungkook wanted to scent before bed, right?”

Jin simply nods while continuing to eat the fishy soup.

“Yoongi said that Jungkook wanted to go last because he was my Alpha right now. Was your youngest mate controlling you and Yoongi?”

Jin's soft smile confirms it. He says, “In a way, yes. That wasn’t due to bonding; that was situational.”

“What do you mean? Do you guys switch who is in charge? Is there an Alpha of the Day or something?"

“No, no… The Alpha who found you in need of something was Jungkook, and therefore, he became the Alpha in charge of your bedding requirements. Yoongi and I supported him with that.”

“Okay. Okay, and I know that Yoongi is responsible for my wrist, I assume for similar reasons, but for how long is Jungkook going to be in charge of my bed?”

Seokjin, who has been fighting his laughter, finally loses the battle, and you look at him with a baffled expression.  

“That is actually a question for you to ask Alpha Kook. You see, as the youngest Alpha in the pack, Alpha Kook has never had someone to take care of.”

“What about the other playmates? Most of them were his age or younger. Didn’t he take care of them like a proper Alpha?”

“Be careful with that,” warns Jin, his serious face falling into place. 

“Not every playmate is the same. You are, by far, not the same. You are someone special to have gotten not only Alpha Kook and Alpha Yoon but also Alpha Tae to greet you.”

“What’s so special about that?”

“Since we are a mate-bonded pack, our Alpha’s tend to stay away from others unless there is a threat. You have never been a threat to us. What really is impressive is the fact that you met so many of our Alphas.”

“Topping it off with the fact that some of us don’t typically scent except for calming nerves, getting one of us out of Alpha Space, or during times of pleasure.”

Here comes the waitress again. Duuuddee… How many courses are there in fancy restaurants? 

In front of Seokjin, she places a Colorado Lamb Saddle with a Cacao-Miso sauce, white truffle, and roasted Brussels sprouts on a bed of chimichurri. 

The colors on his plate are vibrant. The lamb doesn't look dry, and the chimichurri is such a bright green, but the dark brown sauce stops you from wanting to ask for a taste.

“Did you say Cacao-Miso sauce? Did you not verify the restrictions?” Seokjin’s voice becomes dry and monotone.

“We did get it, and the chef and the rest of the staff reviewed the list several times.” Glancing onto the tray, she reads over what is written on paper.

“Ah, here. This Cacao-Miso sauce is made with carob. I suppose I could have called it a Carob-Miso sauce instead,” says the waitress, looking down to avoid Seokjin's piercing look.

“That is so considerate of the Chef to make that change, Miss. Since the dish is for him, he could have still made it with its original ingredients,” you comment, trying to ease the tension that now fills the space. 

“Please give the Chef and the staff our gratitude for their consideration and follow through,” you smile brightly.

Glancing over at you, a softness blooms on his face. “If they did that, then I wouldn’t be able to share it with you, dearest.”

The endearment causes you to blush. The fondness in his eyes only increases it, but the silent coo from the waitress causes you to look away and fiddle with the napkin in your lap. 

The waitress then places a Lavender Duck Breast with Carrot Puree in front of you and Endives finished tableside with a Romesco sauce. The smell was divine, and you couldn’t wait to try it.

Duck wasn’t something you had ever had before, but it was poultry, right? You were used to eating a lot of chicken, and, of course, you had turkey for most big holidays. Duck is just another one of the bigger birds that you could eat. 

You wonder what Yoongi or Taehyung would think of your all-poultry-tastes similar thought process. You giggled at the thought. The sound fills the room like chimes, drawing the waitress's and Seokjin's attention. 

In the silence of the room, you looked up from poking at the duck with your fork.

“What?’

“Does your food normally quack you up?” Seokjin asked with an exaggerated serious face, to which you could only giggle more.

Looking at the waitress, he asks, “Does she get any quackers with her Duck?” This caused both of you to start laughing.

“Should she be worried about quacking her teeth, or is it cooked to perfection?” he continued, but he couldn’t hold back this time and started laughing along with the two of you. 

After clearing the table and refilling your drinks, the waitress leaves you two alone again. You cut the delicious food she brought out, and the taste shocks you. 

Duck, in fact, is not like chicken because it is much richer and heartier. It is almost like eating a steak while still having that poultry gamey flavor.

Seokjin waits patiently, watching you take your first bite. Your moan of delight at the taste feeds right into this fixation. Quickly looking away, he cuts into his lamb and offers it to you.

Taking a sip of water to clean your pallet, you smile, “You trust them to make it without the cocoa, Alpha?”

Watching as a frown takes over his face, bringing the lamb up to smell. You wait for his reaction. 

You have heard that a hybrid’s sense of smell is higher when smelling other people or hybrids, but you never thought it would be related to food. 

“To be honest, it smells more like a lamb and has a musk scent. I am sorry for not checking first. I just wanted you to try it. I think you are safe, but if you would rather be cautious, then you don’t have to eat it.”

“I don’t have my Epi-pen on me. With past experiences, I would rather not risk anything. But I would love to try your Brussels sprouts, Alpha.”

“Ah yes, sorry again,” apologizes the Alpha. 

He eats the bit and seems to enjoy it, but less than if you had been the one to eat it. Scooping up your requested bite, he offers it to you. 

“Thank you for providing for me, Alpha,” you say before eating the bite. You watch as he opens his mouth along with yours. His eyes never actually look at the food offered. 

It is a burst of flavor with the char on the sprout and the hint of the chimichurri it was served on. You hum in delight, wanting nothing more but to have another bite.

Looking down at your plate, you also desire to share with him. He has provided for you as an Alpha should, but you also want to care for him. 

You know it’s part of your “job” that has yet to start, but it also seems more than that. 

Deciding to follow your intuition, you cut a piece of your duck coated in the sauce and offered it to him. “Alpha?”

“Hmm?” His eyes were still focused on his plate.

“Can I offer you some of my duck?” You ask as you move the fork closer to his sight. 

You watch as his eyes snap to the fork. There is a brief hesitation, which makes you second-guess him when offering him food. 

You are not an Alpha. 

You are not a hybrid. 

Unlike offering food to Evie or Derek, you are not his Luna or of his pack. 

Pulling back your offer, his hand shoots out and takes hold of your wrist. His eyes snap to you as he watches your face and eats the bite you have offered him. 

Your eyes, however, glance at your now empty fork to his lips as he licks up the sauce and then down to his adam’s apple as he swallows. Finally, your eyes land back on his face.

“It tastes lovely, but was it Miss Y/n who offered me the taste, or was it Luna Y/n?” he asks, pinning you in place with his intensity, but he still has not released his hold on your wrist.

You swallow, searching his face for the correct answer. You should have kept to yourself. Your mother always said dotting on others was a sign of bad breeding.

Why did you do it?

Your scent starts to waver, pulling onto the side of the perfume, which alerts the alpha. You feel his thumb rubbing your wrist, and then you feel like you can breathe again.

“I don’t… I just..” You close your eyes and take a breath. “I am sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I wasn’t trying to take your position, Alpha. I promise.”

“Y/n, look at me, please?” You listen and open your eyes, preparing for whatever he says next.

“Y/n, I am Alpha enough to know that you are not trying to take my position. I am asking because I would like to gauge how to respond to you properly.”

“It's just me, Jin. I just felt I needed to share with you and take care of you in a way. I know I am human but I had to follow my intuition. I am sorry.”

As you speak, he smiles and shakes his head, “My dear, you have nothing to be sorry for. Trust me. Remember this is us learning about each other. For you, this is also you learning a lot about Alphas.”

“Then why does it matter if it’s Miss me or Luna me?  I am me. I am not your Luna.”

“They are both you, this is true. I suppose I am trying to learn how much of a Luna you are.”

“You guys are the first to call me Luna outside of Evie and Derek. I mean, even Evie’s mate who is an Alpha doesn’t call me Luna.”

“How does it make you feel when we call you Luna? Is it the same feeling that you get when your family pack calls you that?”

“Ah, well, it’s not the same. Bangtan pack has only called me after I had to correct my Omega, but no one has used it since then. Well, until now, and even then, you weren’t calling me that. It was just a title.”

“But how did you feel when Yoongi and Jimin called you Luna? Did you hate it? Did you feel empowered, aroused, or silly?”

Your mind takes you back to the balcony at your pack house, Yoongi’s soft touch and hot breaths: “Your actions were a sight to see, Luna.” Next, you feel like you are back in Jimin’s arms as he holds you. Alpha Chim shines through with a playful smile: “Luna.”

As your body remembers the thrum of energy playing at their touches, at their words, a tang of arousal filters into your sweet pea scent. The change in your scent tells Seokjin more than enough.

You nibble on your bottom lip, debating what to tell the Alpha sitting next to you. “It was awkward to hear it from them. I felt a kindling, but I am sure it was just nerves.”

“A kindling? That is understandable. Thank you for telling me, dearest. Now, since you don’t seem to understand the difference between being human and Luna you, I will drop it, but that might be something to speak with Namjoon about.”

“Thank you, Jin.”

The rest of the dinner was almost generic. It was a simple icebreaker, get-to-know-you, 21-question conversation. 

You learned about this family, including his older brother, who was … still... younger… than you. You also learned more about his and Bangtan's passion for bullying, which led them to become involved with UNICEF.

While you knew he had a fantastic voice because of the song Abyss, you still took the time to listen to his development and struggles as an artist and eldest member of Bangtan.

Dinner ended with a lovely traditional mille-feuille for the two of you to share. Jin had suggested a walk around the area, to which you agreed. You had eaten more than expected, and walking would do you good.

As you suspected, the BTS classic disguise was donned before leaving the restaurant. This time, the black bucket hat was replaced with a black fedora, which fit his suit perfectly. 

He also offered you a black mask, which you obliged. Once outside the door, it was clear that the fall season had started to settle. When Seokjin requested that you walk to the side, away from the cars, you smiled and felt slightly giddy. 

So far, he was a gentleman. 

He had never interrupted you, never pushed too far with the conversation, and even though he was letting his flirtatious sideshow, it never made you uncomfortable. 

You took about five steps before the Alpha covered your shoulders in his suit jacket. His naturally broad shoulders make it easy to drape across yours, even though you weren’t a skinny minny.

The scent of cherries and vanilla permeated the air. The scent brought a sense of calm over you. “Hmm… interesting.”

“What’s interesting?” asks Seokjin, though his eyes still look around at the passing cars and people. 

“I think I am starting to determine your individual scents to a degree,” you say, smiling up at him as he stops.

“You can. Who have you figured out so far?” he asks, gesturing to a nearby bench.

Sitting down, you angle toward him, saying, “I am pretty sure I know Jungkook’s, Yoogni’s, and now your scent. Maybe even Jimins, but I am least sure about his. I haven’t a clue about the rest.”

Leaning back and bracing his arms along the back of the bench, he takes a moment to think about this. If you can smell the scents, do you also smell the mate scent?

“Let’s see how close you are. What’s our baby Alpha’s scent?”

“He smells like my favorite cookie, Snickerdoodles. Well, it may not be that specific, but it's sweet, like sugar, with a spice that reminds me of cinnamon and warm butter.”

“Very good. Cinnamon, sugar, and butter are his primary scents. He would love it if you told our Kookie he smelt like a cookie. How about Yoongi-ah?

“Now his… I swear his changes.” This comment causes the Alpha to sit up with attentiveness.

“What do you mean?” His Alpha is very curious to know what scents you have smelled when it comes to Alpha Yoon, especially since humans shouldn't be able to detect changes like that.

“Well, typically, he smells like Petrichor, my favorite scent that rain can have. But the other day, I swore I smelled like a stormy ocean-like scent.”

“Yoongi, smelled like a storming ocean?” You nod and look at him curiously while he tries not to look shocked. “Whenever he smells like the ocean, it means his Alpha is out in full force, and the storm is when he is mad.”

“Oh well, okay yeah, totally explains it.”

“Explains what?”

Your eyes widened a bit before you looked down and pulled the jacket closed more. “It was when Prime Alpha made the request before Yoongi took me upstairs.”

“Ah, yes. Not one of our finest moments. Alpha Yoon was not happy. Honestly, I don’t think any of us were. What about Jimin? You mentioned you might know what is his.”

“Well, I figured out his scent yesterday,” you start, trying not to remember his physical actions. “Jimin’s eyes. The darkness stole away the white and tinged red when Alpha Chim… came out?”

“Fronted. When our Alpha’s ‘come out’ as you said, it is called fronting. Our Alphas are always present in our minds but they only front when there is something they want.”

“Yeah, Alpha Chim called me Luna. He said I smelled of Alpha Yoon but that it was okay because he is a mate, but then he asked if it was okay to scent me, too."

Scooting forward, Seokjin took your hand and looked at you with a vulnerability you hadn’t seen before. “He asked; Alpha Chim asked to scent you. Did you let him?”

“Yes, of course I let him,” you smile. “I wasn’t about to turn him away after what he shared with me, and it felt like it was supposed to happen.”

“His oranges blended with Alpha Yoon’s, and it smelt like I was in an orange grove after a spring rain.”

Seokjin squeezes your hand with a soft smile, “Y/n, you don’t know how happy I am to hear that Chim scented you.”

“I am glad that your pack doesn’t get upset with everyone scenting me. Jimin’s was surprising to me because of how distant he has seemed from the beginning.”

“Jimin may be a bit more hesitant than his Alpha when it comes to you, not that it’s your fault.”

“I understand. He told me about what happened.” Looking down at your joined hands, you recall the story of Seul-ki. “He also said that everyone seemed to be okay with playmates aside from Hoseok and Yoongi.”

“I bet that is hard to imagine. I mean, with how Yoongi is acting around you.” 

Seokjin notices that the temperature has dropped a bit more, and though you have his jacket, you are starting to shiver. 

Using your jointed hands, he pulls you up and starts walking back to the can where Jen has been waiting and watching the two of you.

“I know it's been said many times, but things have been and will continue to be different with me for the pack. I haven’t been trained to be a playmate, and I don’t know much about Alphas.”

“Don’t worry too much about being a proper playmate. I, for one, don’t feel like that title sets well with you. You feel more important than that.” 

When you approach the car, he waives off Jen to open the door for you himself—still being the perfect gentleman. The action, though simple, sets your heart a flutter and causes the vanilla of your scent to bloom as you hand back his jacket and enter the car.

Once you are in, you revel in the warmth it brings. The cold from outside had penetrated you deeper than you thought—one of the side effects of having an autoimmune disorder. 

Seokjin joins you in the backseat but notices you still shivering, “Y/n, are you okay? Did you get too cold?”

“I will be fine. I am used to it. I have always run colder than the rest of the world it seems like. I have Hashimoto’s thyroiditis.”

Smoothing out your skirt, you continue, “I know you will get more information with the contract but just know, I have had it for a while and am used to it. So don’t worry.”

Next thing you know, an arm engulfs your shoulders, and you are being manhandled into the middle seat. You’re angled to have your back pressed against Seokjin’s chest, allowing his body heat to warm you up.

“Relax, dearest. As a hybrid, we run warmer than humans. As an Alpha, I run even hotter. Allow me to warm you up again, please?”

With every second that passes, you can already feel the tightness in your back release. The Alpha is almost like a heated blanket at your back. Nodding your head, you settle into his hold, “Thank you, Alpha.”

As you rest your head back, you take a slow breath. Smiling to yourself, you think about how safe and accepted Seokjin has made you feel all night. 

Your previous dates, boyfriends, and even your brother never took the time to treat you like a lady. Replaying the night in your mind, the Alpha’s scent surrounds you in the backseat, “Cherries.”

“What was that dear?”

“Cherries, your scent is subtle, but it's cherries, right?” you ask, moving your body enough to still lean against him but see his face. 

“Yes,” a shy smile tugs on his lips. “It’s not one of the stronger scents out of the pack.”

“Sometimes the best scents are not the powerful ones,” you notice the hint of sadness in his eyes. 

It stirs a desire to get the smile to reach his eyes and prompts you to say, “They are meant to comfort and not intimidate. Any Alpha can intimidate, but it takes an amazing Alpha to comfort.”

“Thank you.”

The rest of the ride to the packhouse was held in comfortable silence.

Seokjin basks in the feel of your body relaxing against his, your scent seeping into his soul. Tonight was better than expected. 

Aside from you confirming the things he had already suspected, he learned a little from you. You may either need to learn to yourself better or need to trust him more.

He understands that trust takes time and can be built on transparency, so he was happy to answer your questions. This dinner had more riding on it than he thinks you will ever understand. 

Though he is not the Prime Alpha, being the eldest Alpha means he has been acting as the Pack Luna. His connection to you is just as crucial as Namjoons. 

While it is clear that you have a connection with Yoongi and Jungkook, the mate bond must be solidified by all the mates. 

It's an all-or-nothing kinda deal.

When the car comes to a stop, he gets out and then helps you as well. Ever the provider, he pulls you tightly to his side to keep you warm as you walk up the steps.

Shockingly, no one is waiting for the two of you to come home. While you look around, wondering where everyone has gone, Seokjin has hung his jacket and kneeled to help you remove your shoes.

“Thank you, Alpha,” you whisper, trying not to break the peace that seems to have settled over the packhouse. 

Retaking your hand, he leads you to your bedroom door, pausing briefly before he leans forward to rest his forehead on yours. 

“Dearest Y/n, taking you out tonight was a pleasure and an honor. I hope you see that I am more than just World Wide Handsome Jin.”

You nod and go to say something, only for him to continue, “Please think on tonight. How you felt going on a date with me, how it felt spending time with me, and how it may be with the rest of us.”

“I had a lovely time, Jin. I have never been treated like a lady of class before, and it made me feel special. Thank you for everything.”

“You are more than welcome. Thank you for giving us a chance.” 

With that, Seokjin pulls back just enough to kiss your forehead. His Alpha rejoices as you step forward and wrap an arm around his waist in a gentle hug. 

“Good Night, Alpha,” you say as Seokjin hugs back, rubbing his cheek on your hair in a small act of absent-minded scenting. 

“Good Night, my dearest,” says the eldest Alpha before opening your door and backing away as you close it with a tiny wave. 

Turning around, you lean against the door, your heart thumping faster than usual. Seokjin’s kiss still feels warm on your face.  

Stepping out of his hold felt more challenging than it should. You weren’t just stepping out of his arms but leaving some of yourself behind.

That’s when you realize you will be a mess at the end of six more dates.

At least you have several weeks to sort yourself out before your heart breaks eight times.

Right?

Previous/ Next

Taglist - Closed

@braveangel777 @bethanysnow @danielle143 @nenefix-on @im-gemmy @fluffy-canada-pancakes @staytinyville @juju-227592 @levislifeline @carolinexkpop @m00njinnie @drenix004 @singukieee @avadakadabra93 @dazzlingjade @sehun096rainbow @sunshinecallie @seoullove96 @reallysparklychaos @tired7o7 @channiespup @cryingpages @kittycatkrissa @captain-joongz @roseidol @hecateslittlewitchling @ayoo-bangtan @someshinesomedont @cerulean1riz @butterfliesinthenightsky @kayways

[c-rose2081]

Hi! Do do you have any Descendants kid(s) that you wanted to draw but couldn’t?

Actually no! I’ve drawn all my kiddos at least once except for my very most recent, who I have plans to get a reference made for eventually. Unfortunately my OCs never got much interest in the fandom so I generally kept them to myself. But if you’d allow, here they are :3

Arasane — Princess of the Moors (gotta get her some new art soon)

Summer and Hazel — Son and Daughter of the Centaurs (I finished Summer’s redesign recently and need to get Hazel redrawn soon too!)

Islay — Daughter of Ariel and Eric

Leora — Daughter of Fairygodmother Whitney (Brandy’s Cinderella version — reference coming soon!)

Cassia Dawn (Chloe x Red ship kiddo):

[zahra-hydris]

I was tagged by the wonderful @galedekarios (ty 💜)!

rules: make a poll of your favourite female characters (no limits - as many or as little as you want) and see which your followers like the most!

tagging: anyone who hasn't done this yet!

[blitzosblog]

Marigold Sky - Part One

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x OC Aliya Martell

Summary: Aemond is to be wed, alliances and loyalties hang in the balance and soon an unforeseen union rears it's head.

Warning: Targaryens and Hightowers and mention of alcohol

----------------------------------------------------------------------------

Aemond stands in the centre of his chambers, dressed in his signature black leather tunic and trousers, his face adorned with a new black leather eye patch, looking at himself in the mirror when a young serving boy enters.

"My prince?" he speaks in a quiet unsure voice. Aemond turns, looks at the boy, and says, "Yes?".

The serving boy replies, "The Queen has requested you come to the throne room at once".

Aemond stands tall and follows the boy out of his chambers and to the throne room, he sees his father atop the throne as his mother and siblings stand off to the side, Alicent turns to face him with a smile.

"You look perfect..." She says in a quiet voice as she straightens his clothing out and looks up at him, she takes a deep breath, "These young ladies and their families have travelled a long way to come see you, so please, be on your best behaviour and be polite" she says.

"Of course, Mother" Aemond says quickly and stands beside Halaena, soon the hall is filled with many high born families, from The Baratheons to The Freys, each house has come for a chance to have their daughters selected by Prince Aemond himself.

Aemond looks over the crowd as he is forced into conversation after conversation with lords, ladies and their daughters alike, having shaken the hand of almost every man in the room and bowed his head so much he feels as though his neck may snap at any moment. He tries his best to hide away in corners and drink his wine but is always found by some 'suitable' lady seeking his hand, he finally takes place by his mother who is in deep conversation with her own father, suddenly a small group across the hall catches Aemond's eye, they have deep tan skin and raven hair, they all seem to stick to one another instead of talking to everyone else; aemond turns to his mother.

"Mother?" he calls out in a whisper, and she turns to him.

"Yes?" She asks, Aemond points at the group across the room.

"Who are they?" He asks, Alicent's face hardens a little as she finally sees the group Aemond is pointing at.

"That group is House Martell of Dorne," She says.

"Dorne? Did you invite them?" Aemond asks in a curious voice.

"I don't believe so, Taragryens and the Dornish do not have the best history, I do not know why they are here..." She replies before taking a deep breath "Let us go introduce ourselves" she says quickly before grabbing Aemond's hand and walking over to the group.

"Hello, I am Queen Alicent, this is my son Aemond Targaryen" Alicent introduces herself and Aemond, a tall male member of the group turns and smiles but does not bow, none of the Martells do.

"Hello. I am Prince Moran Martell, and this is my wife Princess Cassia Martell" Moran introduces himself and his wife, who steps forward, she smiles at both Alicent and Aemond before speaking, "This is our daughter, Aliya" she says as they both part to reveal a younger looking girl, hair down to her waist, black as night, skin the colour of caramel, she is wearing a beautiful golden dress, not so much a gown as it flows and has a light look to it, with small red jewels and sleeves the went round the backs of her arms, Aliya steps forward offering a small smile to the two hosts, as Aemond looks upon Aliya he can't help but stare at her beauty, the confidence in which she carries herself.

"Hello, I am Princess Aliya Martell, it is a pleasure to meet you" She speaks; he voice strong and steady, no traces of nervousness or worry in her tone, Aemond smiles and reaches his hand out awaiting hers, but she does not accept it, Aemond quickly puts his hand down, straightening his posture.

"Hello Aliya-" he begins to speak.

"Princess" Aliya interrupts Aemond, he stops in his words and looks at her in confusion.

"I am a Princess, not a Lady" She says, head held high. Aemond smirks.

"My apologies...Princess Aliya, it's a pleasure to meet you" He says looking into Aliya's eyes, they look at one another for a moment, before Aemond speaks again.

"May we have a moment?" He asks gesturing to an empty set of chairs, Aliya glances over before wordlessly going over to the chairs, Aemond is quick to follow, thanking Aliya's parents and then sitting with Aliya.

"So, tell me about yourself" Aemond says sipping his wine.

"What do you wish to know?" She asks.

"Your interests, dislikes, something to get to know you better" He answers relaxing into the chair.

"I enjoy archery, reading, art, I dislike events such as these actually" She says as she straightens the skirt of her dress.

"Oh, is that so? Why are you here then?" He asks glancing at her over the rim of his chalis, she smiles and looks back up at him.

"Politics" She says.

"Politics? What does that mean?" he asks.

"As you know Dorne and the Targaryen have a sorted history, our two families, our two lands are at odds, my ancestors did not wish for peace between us, but my father is like yours...peaceful, he wants peace between our worlds..." She explains the details of her appearance, Aemond listens intently to her words, then nods.

"Understood, so you do not want the wealth, the power and you certainly do not need, let alone want the title of Princess..." He says in a slow and unsure voice.

"No, Dorne had a mighty wealth, we have enough power and no like I said I am already a Princess" Aliya replies and then stands up, Aemond quickly stands with her.

"You seem interesting enough, talk with my father...if you wish for this to go forward..Goodbye Prince Aemond" Aliya speaks quickly and then walks off before Aemond can reply, Aemond watches her leave.

As Aemond processes the encounter suddenly Moran Martell himself appears in front of Aemond himself.

"Prince Moran" Aemond says quickly, Moran stops Aemond.

"My daughter told me of your conversation, she has explained the reasoning behind our appearance so you understand what we want" He says.

"I do." Aemond replied sternly.

"Good, now you may choose...one of these..Ladies or My daughter, and yes if she is your...wife, she will live here in Kings landing, however she will come back to Dorne whenever she wants, she will carry on her archery and art passions here, she will never be disrespected and if you ever hurt her in any way, I will come for your head" Prince Moran speaks in a clam yet eerie tone, making his intention clear to Aemond. Aemond stands tall and nods.

"Of course, I will be making my decision soon"

"Good we will hear from you soon then" Moran says and the pair bid one another goodbye before parting ways. Aemond watches as the Martell's leave together, the large wooden doors closing behind them as they leave, Alicent walks over to Aemond.

"What happened?" Alicent asks looking up at her son. Aemond keeps his gaze on the door, a look of curiosity and excitement in his eyes.

"I believe a proposal has been made" He says finally looking back down at his mother.

"A proposal from whom?" She asks excitedly.

"Aliya Martell"

"Martell? Well you will also receive many other offers so you can-" She begins talking only to be cut off by Aemond.

"I will accept, I will marry Aliya Martell" He says in an overly confident tone. Alicent looks at him for a moment, before nodding in understanding.

"we shall make the announcement tomorrow" She says leaving Aemond where he stands.

[dhampiravidi]

in--somnium:

To be honest, at the start of all of this, Pogue had nearly given up. He’d thought that he’d done something wrong, or that maybe Jayn simply didn’t like him. It had been disheartening, at first. But things had, thankfully, worked out fairly soon after. A relationship that began with all but making out in the backseat of Tyler’s car… until their friends had returned from grabbing the pizza, anyway.

Things had started kinda fast, but Pogue was trying not to rush it too much from there, even though it was a little difficult sometimes to keep his hands to himself. He was very affectionate, most of all physically, and there were times he had to stop himself from getting a little too handsy with her. But, in general, Jayn didn’t seem to mind how physical he was- all the kisses, all the times he just wanted to hold her or keep his hands on her hips or her waist. He loved touching her…

During the phone call, though, he was going to try to act a little more restrained. The last thing he needed was her parents thinking that he was trying to rush their daughter into… less innocent things. He wanted them to like him. He hoped they would like him. Pogue fidgeted just a little bit as he waited for her parents to answer the call, then he did so a little more when he finally heard her father’s voice, followed by the sounds of him and her mother getting situated. He kept quiet, though, waiting for Jayn to introduce him and hoping that her parents would be as happy to speak with him as he was to speak to them. So when they seemed to be pretty pleased that he was on the line, Pogue couldn’t help but grin wide, an arm firmly wrapped around Jayn’s waist to hug her to his side. “Hi! It’s nice to finally meet you both. Well… talk to you both, at least,” He chuckled, then turned to give Jayn a little kiss atop her head when he noticed she was getting embarrassed to let her know it was nothing to be embarrassed about. Really, her parents seemed great. “Been doing well, how about you two?” He asked, totally content to make a bit of small talk for this first conversation. Nothing too intense or that might catch him off guard was good to start with. “School’s been alright. Jayn’s been a major help this semester, though. Dunno how I’d get through history class without her,” He meant that quite sincerely, actually. He and Cass studied together a lot, but it was always easiest to understand things when Jayn explained it to them. “Jayn’s been telling me a bit about you both. I’d especially love to hear more about the software engineering, when we’ve got more time,” He didn’t know much about publishing and all of that… but anything in STEM usually caught his interest pretty well. He was also really, really, hoping that they’d have more opportunities to speak after this, and that maybe he and Jayn’s dad could talk cars and tech and stuff.

Cassia remained oblivious to Caleb’s intentions to speak to her dad before their date. In fact, how her dad was gonna react when Caleb came to get her for it was still proving a small point of concern for her. Her dad seemed to like him without ever having met him… but would he feel a little differently when they finally met? Or what if Caleb didn’t like her dad? What if things were super awkward and uncomfortable and Caleb decided that he had to break up with her just so he wouldn’t ever have to go through that again? Okay, that last thought was totally off, she was sure. Even if things were awkward, she doubted Caleb would break up with her because of it. And it’s not like her dad was a jerk or anything, and neither was Caleb, so that wasn’t an issue. She was just… thinking worst case scenarios.

Before she could pick back up the conversation, that scream drew her attention. She didn’t feel all that startled by it- she’d spent plenty of time around her younger cousins and such and she recognized the scream as belonging to a kid pretty quickly… and on a night like this with people dressed scarily for Halloween? Well, there were bound to be plenty of kids screaming from time to time- both out of fear and just out of excitement. But Caleb’s attention had been drawn by the scream, too, and his own reaction was very different from hers. Cass was caught by surprise when Caleb quickly moved to shield her, the sound clearly triggering something in him- protective. Fearful, even? It made her wonder what, in his past, she didn’t know about. Something upsetting, no doubt. Caleb, from the outside, seemed damn near perfect- handsome, smart, kind, thoughtful. Hell, he was even rich… which wasn’t something Cass cared about, but which plenty of other people admired, anyway. But there were times she’d caught little flashes of… something else. This wasn’t the first time she’d caught a glimpse at a different side of Caleb, but it was certainly the most obvious. Usually it was just her picking up on less-than-genuine smiles or catching him with his brows furrowed in worry when he thought no one was looking. Had something happened to him that he had yet to tell her about? She wouldn’t ask. If he wanted to tell her someday, then he would. But she had a feeling it was something heavy…

She smiled softly when Caleb calmed back down and took her hand in his again. “You don’t have to apologize,” She assured him. “You were just protecting me.” Which was… actually kind of nice because, despite her stature and the way she acted, Cass was used to being the one doing the protecting (even when others were perfectly capable of protecting themselves). Of course she knew that smile of his was a cover, but she smiled back a little more anyway, hoping to draw a more genuine one from him as he asked his question. “Yup!” She insisted, even despite what had just happened. “But it looks like I’m gonna have some competition in the business of protecting. So… who’s really gonna be keeping whom safe?” She joked. If there had ever been a question before about whether or not Caleb was going to protect her, well, it certainly wasn’t a question anymore. She’d already thought, without a shadow of a doubt, that he would, but he’d only just solidified that thought by jumping to protect her without hesitation from what ended up not even being a threat, but just some kid who had gotten scared by Reid.  She gently pressed against Caleb’s arm, looking up at him. “Ya know, maybe you should have dressed as a knight in shining armor,” She grinned, referencing the other couples costume they had considered. “It would have suited you nicely.” Then again, Caleb didn’t have to dress like a knight to look like one. With a stature like his, and that handsome face… actually, he might as well be a prince. And her? well, she felt less like a princess and more like a kitchen girl who fell in love with the heir to the throne.

Tyler laughed at Aaron’s reason for letting go of his hand though, really, he agreed that it was probably for the best. These haunted houses could get absolutely terrifying, and Tyler knew he was the kinda guy who let himself get real into. Chances were he’d come out of there laughing hard from all the screaming and jump scares he’d endured. Now that it was their turn, Tyler spared a quick glance back at the rest of his friends (well, minus Pogue and Jayn who were off somewhere else) and gave them a thumbs up as if attempting at some sort of reassurance that they’d all make it out unscathed. Then he turned back to his boyfriend. “Alright, let’s do this.” And into the darkness of the haunted house they went, followed closely by Caleb, Cassia, and Reid (whom he hoped wasn’t planning to go through the haunted house with a mouthful of candy lest he should scream with a mouthful of chocolate and end up choking).

Jayn was thankful that Pogue didn't react negatively to her dad's...enthusiasm. (Though, in hindsight, she was just glad that her father seemed perfectly okay with the idea of her being alone with a guy her age.) When Pogue surprised her with a kiss, Jayn used her free hand to muffle her giggles. She snuggled into his side, hoping her parents would grow to love her boyfriend as much as she already did. He always kept a smile on her face, giving her compliments, physical affection, and anything she needed to make her feel special. Her mom had warned her about getting too close to him, since the virtual learning period the university had allowed her ended in a couple of months. But Jayn couldn't stay away from Pogue, any more than she could stop being friends with the group who'd taken her in. They'd given her their hearts, and she hers.

Her smile only grew as Pogue spoke. From the first moment they'd met, he'd been interested in learning (not that she'd realized it). That was probably what she liked most about him, aside from how good he was at loving her in general (and okay, yeah, he was hot). Like her, he was a nerd, a natural sponge soaking up everything the people he cared about wanted to explain. So, it'd been really awesome to blab about her love of ancient history while he and Cass sat as Jayn's active listeners. She got to help them, and they sort of helped her.

"He's a fast learner," she told her parents, not wanting them to think that Pogue was just using her for his grades. And then he asked about software engineering, bless him. She could practically see her dad beaming in his office chair.

"Are you more into data analytics or just writing code? They're both interrelated, but I started with the data," her dad said excitedly.

Caleb tried his best to let the tension out of his shoulders once he knew Cassia was okay. At least it wasn't like a year ago when a honking horn or a barking dog would be enough to make him anxious. That, along with everything else that'd happened the night his father died, was probably what had led Sarah to break up with him. He wasn't mad at her, and he was glad to be with Cassia, but he still felt that the breakup was his fault somehow. He'd hate to lose Cass over something similar. Still, occasionally, he wondered what would happen when he told her he was a witch.

Her question made him chuckle, even though he was still working on slowing his racing heartbeat. I'll protect you, but you'll keep me whole, he thought in response. It sounded cheesy in his head, but it was the first thing that came to mind.

"Maybe we'll end up helping Reid," Caleb joked, staring back down into her lovely dark eyes, "I feel like we might have to help him find his candy after he drops it and runs off screaming." He chose not to mention the time that the blond had freaked out and punched one of the haunted house actors in the face. That hadn't been the best Halloween, and just speaking of that catastrophe would probably jinx things. When Cassia mentioned the knight costume that he'd foregone in favor of his current one, he smiled, feeling himself get a little more comfortable in his body again. "So, I guess you're my warrior princess, then?" he asked. They stepped up to the conveniently creaky doors of the haunted house, hand in hand. "I'm ready when you are, milady."

Before they entered the haunted house, Aaron took an (unfortunate) break from holding Tyler's hand to take his fake bottom row of teeth out. Not only were they starting to make kissing difficult (he liked how creative he and his boyfriend had been getting, but he'd like some full-on kisses more), but he had a feeling that he'd lose the teeth when he started screaming. He carefully took them out and put them in his plastic bag. It was kind of gross since they'd been doused in his saliva for a while, but it was a necessary evil. Thankfully, he'd only used two fingers to grab the teeth, holding them by a long fang. He also had used his bag hand, so even when he'd wiped his fingers off, he could still hold Tyler's hand.

The next thing he knew, they were walking into a dark mansion. The place had been decorated to look as if some terrible accident had taken place like a murder had been committed in an abandoned house. Cobwebs, light mist, and caution tape were strewn everywhere as decorations. There was low ambient music playing, almost as an ominous afterthought. Aaron wasn't sure if it was part of the haunted house or not, but the floorboards of the house were groaning with each step he took. And then, it seemed like a dead end (no pun intended).

"Which way do you--" Suddenly, a detective who'd had his heart ripped out from his chest lunged out from the shadows, screaming bloody murder (again, no pun intended)! Aaron screamed back and instinctively jumped back, barely brushing what seemed to be a curtain. "Tyler-!" He tugged his boyfriend with him, running through the curtain to a hidden room.

Reid was getting very excited (or maybe that was just his usual demeanor, hyped up by the sugar he was consuming). He chose to wear his plastic bag of (remaining) candy like a tight-fitting backpack during his haunted house experience. When it came to be his turn, Reid proudly stepped up to the threshold and peered inside. It was dark, which was to be expected, but he'd always been a curious child. Once he got the signal to go in, he simply traipsed inside like Dora the Explorer (or her cousin, Diego), eager to see everything that the place had to offer.

@in--somnium

[calchexxis]

40k Femslash Appreciation Post

There isn't nearly enough good wlw in Warhammer 40k, and don't get me wrong, I understand why. Considering the majority of the narratives consist of manly men doing manly things while wearing a buick on their torso and a refrigerator on each arm, there's going to be an obvious skew, and that's okay!

But today, I want to highlight some of the ladies of the 40k universe, as well as the other ladies that those ladies like to kiss. For the record, all of these will be on Archive of Our Own.

In my own corner, I've contributed:

Ennui: A longform about a Dark Eldar Wych and a Sororitas who find unlikely love on a world plagued by Orks, and in the process, discover a much darker plot that will threaten the fabric of the galaxy.

From Afar: Local Eldar Pathfinder pines after a pretty PDF guardswoman from the distance in the months while the Great Devourer approaches.

Saintsbride: A series rather than a single fic, that creatively reinterprets Saint Celestine and Inquisitor Greyfax's relationship in the audio drama Our Martyred Lady as being very gay.

His Fury, Our Hearts: Three Sisters Militant of the Adeptus Sororitas Heavy Armor division do battle against cult elements of the Alpha Legion while defending an irradiated hellhole, and also they kiss each other.

More excellent femslash can be found in the hands of user OnTheHuh.

The Iron Tower: An unflinching look at the darker side of the 40k universe on the smaller scale through the eyes of the 'bedmate' of the Planetary Governor of a Feudal world. Absolutely mind the tags, but you're in the mood for some angst and Regency-era style lesbian pining, this is your jam.

Sister Militant: Some of the best Adeptus Sororitas work out there, follows the trials and tribulations of a haunted Sister Militant as she struggles with her worth, her faith, and the demons in her mind. Very much mind the tags, again, but also again, Lesbian Angst and Pining. Also some really top notch action.

Finally, some more excellence from user AncillaThings!

Nemain's Bellum: A story that follows the ascension of a Sister Novitiate by her mentor, Palatine Caddel, through her first war and onward, when I said 'Sister Militant' is some of the best, this would be the rest of the best. Great sci-fi action and more girls kissing. Also trauma, but that's what we're here for, right?

Pigeons and Eagles: For fans of the truly excellent Rogue Trader game by OwlCat studios, and who maybe wants to see Sister Argenta being cute and gay with the God-Emperor's weirdest perfect princess, Cassia Orsellio, this one is for you.

[missmalus]

Rogue Trader headcanons

Abelard is the father figure of the Rogue trader and their retinue. He provides reassurance, advice and discipline where needed.

Cassia is the precious and naive princess who keeps accidentally killing her pet mice.

Marazhai is the bratty little boy who keeps breaking his "siblings" toys and being rude and cheeky to Abelard.

Yrliet is the eldest sister and she won't let you take the spotlight away from her. She also won't let you use her makeup or perfume.

Paqal is the geeky middle brother. He stays in his room gaming and coding. You're not allowed in his room. He makes snarky comments.

Hit me with more please!

[hellborg]

Frankly it’s bullshit that Cassia isn’t romancable by the female rogue trader. Bullshit. Look at her, she’s a princess. She deserves a cool butch rogue trader GF who sweeps her off her feet and tells her how beautiful she is.

[sonicgirlsmackdown]

Sonic Girl Smackdown Official Bracket!

102 will enter, but only 1 can leave!

Matchups below the cut, and round one will begin sometime soon!

Breezie the Hedgehog & Relic the Pika

Nicole the Holo-Lynx & Lupe the Wolf

Dulcy the Dragon & Thunderbolt the Chinchilla

Bunnie Rabbot & Matilda the Armadillo

Clove the Pronghorn & Nephthys the Vulture

Sally Acorn & Conquering Storm the Lynx

Fiona Fox & Julie-su

Mina Mongoose & Gold the Tenrec

Cassia the Pronghorn & Echo the Dolphin

Pearly the Manta Ray & Abyss the Squid

Sonar the Fennec & Coral the Betta

Opal the Jellyfish & Bernadette Hedgehog

Rosy the Rascal & Merna the Merhog

Jian the Tiger & Bunker the Tortoise

Cinder the Pheasant & Carrotia the Rabbit

Princess Undina & Rosie the Woodchuck

Hope Kintobor & The Iron Queen

Metal Amy & Phage

Blade the Shark & Nic the Weasel

Lara-su & [winner of Blade v. Nic]

Whisper the Wolf & Lumina

Blaze the Cat & Tikal the Echidna

The End & Shahra

Tekno the Canary & Squad Commander Red

Tiara Boobowski & [winner of Helen v. Black Rose]

Amy Rose & Vanilla the Rabbit

Avatar & Scarlet Garcia

Rebel Rouge & Thorn Rose

Momma Robotnik & Lady Goat

Lah & Rachel

Surge the Tenrec & Topaz

Queen Aleena & Rusty Rose

Witchcart & Maddie Wachowski

Sticks the Badger & Sage the AI

Cream the Rabbit & Wave the Swallow

Lindsey Thorndyke & Zeena the Zeti

Molly & Sonia the Hedgehog

Honey the Cat & Belle the Tinkerer

Princess Elise the Third & Knuckles the Echidna

Frances & Jewel the Beetle

Sara/Seira & Nimue

Merlina & Tangle the Lemur

Shade the Echidna & Lanolin the Sheep

Prim Rouge & Maria Robotnik

Perci the Bandicoot & Sir Percival

Helen & Black Rose

Marine the Raccoon & Rouge the Bat

Cosmo the Seedrian & Amy Doll

Claire Voyance & Ella

Zooey the Fox & Jojo

Ebony & Batten Rouge

Lady Walrus & Mrs. Vandersnout