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[Chapter 17] Seeing the World Through Ballistic-Tinted Glasses

Content Warning: Themes of sexual assault and depictions of unwanted sexual advances.

It took half a mind not to bite the man. Lash out in raw, feral fury and take out at least one of his eyes. Succumb to your mind’s screaming to descend into a slobbering, gnashing blur of nails and teeth, all growing more and more tempting with every lingering second Aleksandr Ogievich’s hand rested on your lower back. You could do it, too. Take a bite out of his blubbery cheek before he can even register your movement. Your mouth’s proximity to his throat made your thoughts of massacre trickle into your mind. That steady trickle became a thundering waterfall whenever he’d take a breath from blabbering about his Wife’s insistence on buying a second summer home in Monaco and glide his stocky fingers over your ass.

No. Continue twirling his tie between your fingers and steeling your nerves. This is all intel Laswell and co. are watching through your necklace and hearing every vile utterance through the bangle you strategically kept held over his chest. Your coos of affection were so fake, so soulless, though he seemed to lap it up. His breath reeked of olives and vodka, though every slick mouthful of the clear liquid that slid down his gullet sparked growing confidence that he’d get looser with his conversing. Sooner or later, he’ll shut the fuck up about all the grand and expensive things he’s been up to, and the glassy eyes of the target of Ogievich’s dialogue said he shared the same sentiment.

Between giggles and delighted squeals, you occasionally dared to swing your eyes over the growing crowd, moody dim lighting making it increasingly difficult to identify faces since daylight had been extinguished. The woman with the white lipstick from earlier was teetering a shot of either vodka or tequila between her tits, gleefully gulped by a man in snakeskin loafers. The glint of a wedding ring on his left finger forced you to redirect a bursting laugh into a stifled cough. He turned and caught your eyes. Fuck. You waved with fluttering fingers, turning to snuggle closer to your vapid paramore, enraptured by his opinions about authentic Russian vodka.

“That’s Lucia Chacón. He’s the leading presidential candidate for the upcoming Venezuelan election,” Laswell spoke into your ear breathlessly, seeming shocked by the identification.

It was just your luck that the president-elect was swaggering towards you. Your heart sank to a depth you’d never thought possible. You looked away again, begging that dodging eye contact would make him magically disappear into the thunderous, bassy roar of the booming Mirachi music. Feigning giving the Russian diplomat your rapt attention, nodding along attentively. Nope, a shadow darkening your peripheral said otherwise.

“Aren’t you a precious thing,” he cooed in attempted confidence, betrayed by his fumbling English pronunciation.

You blinked dumbly, flicking the gum over your teeth in a snapping pop, offering him a pouting smile. The orc beside you finally recognized the additional presence, huffing into a breathy chortle, making your head that was planted over his shoulder shake in the commotion.

“Ah, Lucia! Good to see you again,” he spoke, oozing the smell of warm olives and liquor over you, “This n’ doesn’t speak. Well, she does, but only Russian.” He slapped his hand on your ass. You disguised barred teeth as a dumbfounded smile.

“Hah, well, you know me,” his palms tilted upwards in an enthusiastic show, “the less talkin’ they do, the better, hey?” the president-elect clamoured, playfully nudging Ogievich’s other shoulder.

Another bellowing laugh. To sell the illusion, you smiled sweetly, turning to look over your shoulder at something in the distance to imply you had no knowledge of their dialogue. In a sick and twisted way, you were pleased that people like Graves were watching an interaction like this through your communicators.

“You know me, Lucia, I’m never shy of sharing my toys,” your companion blurted, the implication sending a chill down your spine as your mind connected with his affiliation with human trafficking back home. “But not this one. She’s my little slice of the motherland,” he retorted in his thick Russian accent.

“Oh, come on, let me take this sweetness off your hands,” he urged, with fumbling pronunciation.

“Wars have been started for less,” Ogievich responded, cheeks glinting with crimson as the alcohol was beginning to work its magic.

That’s when you saw it. Saw her. A slim, relatively tall woman with brown hair and blonde highlights, an oddly lax red dress sat on her shoulders, implying it wasn’t her native wardrobe. Though, to be fair, yours wasn’t either. The sight was just for a moment. A flicker of a visual that made your heart skip before she disappeared into the dim crowd. Adrenaline surging through your veins commanded your feet to rise, but dutiful compliance to the undercover appearance glued you to the couch. Wait for the right time. The angle of your chest mustn’t have caught what you just witnessed; else Laswell, on overwatch, would have chirped into your ear again. You need to get off this fuckers lap, find Samantha, if that’s even her, and communicate the info to the task force that’s lurking somewhere in the inky darkness.

You murmured in your partner’s ear that you needed to visit the lady's room, but the way he rudely waved you off made you confident that you would be easily excused. Standing, you paradoxically lifted and lowered your dress, taking a moment to gather your hips to sway as you sauntered toward the interior cabin area of the boat. Your pounding heels thumped over the planks of the deck, thoroughly muffled by the eccentric music. Taking your time to link eyes with every passing stranger, exchanging a sultry look, all as a veiled attempt to ensure overwatch can gather as many faces as possible. The indoor section of the boat was no less noisy, only slightly more muffled. A sloping, modern art bar was kept exceptionally tidy by waiting staff who shovelled out shots and cocktails to boisterous patrons. Taking quick, efficient steps through the mass of people on crunching tippy toes thanks to your shitty stilettos, you sidled your way through the crowd.

Pale grey eyes met yours. You felt your facial muscles drop. As quickly as your eyes had connected, she dropped your stare, her gaze low and submissive. She looked like hell. Heavy-handed red lipstick covered a busted lip, telltale bruises on her biceps in the shape of fingertips said a thousand words. Eyes on the target, you adjusted your necklace in a camouflaged attempt to ensure Laswell sees what you’re seeing. Despite overstaying your visit with your lingering stare, you even identified that stick-and-poke smiley face on her hand that was wrapped around a glass of amber liquid. It took a concentrated effort to lower your shoulders from the newly induced stress and additional effort to will your face back into an indifferent but sultry scowl.

No response from overwatch on your discovery stuck in your mind like a snagged thread, but you surged forward regardless. That’s her, there’s no doubt.

Why is Laswell being silent? Is she still watching? Fuck, maybe there’s no signal in here, and I’m flying dark. Oh God, what if there’s a signal blocker or some sort of tracker to identify spyware…I have to get off this fucking boat.

Knocking on a bathroom door down a dimly lit hallway, you didn't even bother to wait for a response before you fucked behind the thick wood door. The bathroom was small, tidy and contemporary, with gleaming white porcelain and matte black metalwork piping along with warmly coloured wood-panelled walls. Small, barely wide enough to fully extend your arms, though at this point you had a seeming affinity for finding closets to hide in.

“Laswell, how copy?” you raised your bangle to your lips, sliding your fingers over the smooth bracelet to see if there was some kind of activate switch.

Radio silence, save for a faint crackle in your earpiece. You were half a second away from frantically scrambling onto the deck to get ahold of any friendly voice, regardless of suspicions, before you heard a sound through your ear.

“Cricket, solid copy,” Laswell breathed into your ear, hearing the sounds of paper rustling in the background.

From what you gathered, the copy didn’t sound solid, but you had no authority to question her message's validity. You found yourself gripping the lone porcelain sink, hands on either side and staring deeply into the backlit mirror. A twang of horror prickled down your spine as you realized you were offering a full mirror view down your tight dress from this angle, and your posture snapped to attention.

“The target has been identified as present,” you said sternly, finding yourself out of breath as you whispered, “I repeat, the target has been identified.”

More silence. Utter silence. Deafening, nerve-wracking silence. Something’s up.

“Understood. Return to the party and stand by for instructions.” She finally responded.

“Rog.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. Before you could blink, you were slinking back to your paunchy companion, curling your calf around his knee in a relaxed seated position. Marín was chatting with your guest, making a tight circle between the cartel boss, president-elect, and your human-trafficking companion. Boxdye from earlier sat on Lucia’s lap, running long painted fingernails over the collar of his shirt, glinting in the dim light. She caught your eyes, and met yours with a surprising visage of compassion, like she was murmuring keep your chin up girl, you got this, with her eyes. Just then, the dialogue took an unexpected 180 from idle chatter about quarterly reports.

“So I heard the Yanks got their hands on some Team China uniforms the other day,” Armundo Marín spoke in smooth Spanish into the clinking glass of iced rum he slipped under his moustache, his voice stony and unsettling.

“I heard that too,” Lucia, the Venezuelan president-elect from earlier, concurred.

Your guest groaned in agreeance as he plopped another cracker topped with caviar and olives into his mouth, the heaping treat threatening to spill onto his proud blue rose on his lapel.

Uniforms. That familiar code word. A million thoughts washed through your skull like turbulent waves, churning and forceful. You felt your fingertips go cold, joints buckle, scalp pinprickling with trepidation. Could that code mean what you think it meant? How could they know? No, it can’t be. Your mission was British in origin, using SAS equipment and soldiers. This has to be something else. The self-soothing thoughts did nothing to dissuade your mind from heaving over every possible outcome in nauseating detail. Are there more warheads? Had your team just scratched the surface? Maybe they hadn’t even been reported as missing yet. No, it couldn’t be a regular thing that nuclear warheads go missing. Right?

This was something you had to relay to overwatch as soon as possible. After all, it’s not your job to determine the weight of each message. Just report information. It’s not your job to understand international affairs, and even less so to know the inner mechanisms of every nationality’s artillery movement. Still, there was a lingering sense of dread resting in the base of your throat, laying dormant but ever-present.

Boxdye doing a sultry dance to a particularly sensual song that came on enraptured enough of the local's attention to let you dexterously disappear from sight. Slipping into a small closet, off one of the half dozen bedrooms that you reckoned were scarcely used for sleeping, you tucked yourself into the oddly comforting tight space. Hangers clambered at the intrusion, bumped by your sudden movements, which you frantically quieted with hushing fingers. The split-second action gave you precious moments to gather the billions of words that rattled through your mind in order to create a cohesive sentence.

“Actual, this is Cricket. I-” your voice caught in your throat, “One of the guests mentioned Yankees having uniforms , said in a similar context to…”

“Understood,” Laswell responded, now hearing hurried typing from her microphone.

Footsteps, echoing down the carpeted hallway, said you had seconds to evacuate. You could risk hiding, but that could have disastrous consequences. Life-ending consequences. Weighing your options in a matter of nanoseconds, you gauged that the best option would be to surrender to your camouflage and feign as a drunk hooker who got lost on her way to the powder room. Occam's razor would favour that over an undercover spy radioing to HQ to report a nuclear weapon plot.

“Ah, M-Mister Marín,” you purred, fumbling and planting a delicate hand on the chest of his suit, “I- Um, I-” you feigned being drunk, sloppy and ditzy, but most importantly, innocent. “I have too much vodka-” you interrupted your own speech with a squealing giggle.

“You’re a funny one,” he murmured back, tangoing with your artificially drunken self to hand you upright, hand swaying on your lower back “but my sweet, I must confess... your nails are unacceptable .” He clicked his tongue, wrapping gruff fingers around your knuckle to show your mangled cuticles from nervous picking and a distinct lack of polish.

You couldn’t afford to look shocked. You could hardly even afford to register what he was saying. Eyes flickered to your nails, and they were indeed oddly bare. Hardly something you’d expect from a seasoned escort. Fuck. Fuck .

“I didn’t pay Julien top dollar for second best now, did I?” he whispered in your ear rhetorically in a sinister tone, oozing with implication. What felt like minutes passed of him horrifyingly waltzing with your fumbling feet, still dedicating every atom of your body to commit to your act, else your life is forfeit, “Understood, little dove?”

Biting your lip, you smiled dutifully, squeezing your eyes shut before looking up with your sweetest puppy eyes. He seemed satisfied, turning and humming down the hall, one could easily get whiplash from how suddenly his tone changed from hostile to pleased. You felt your upper lip threatening to curl. Gravity begged your knees to buckle under you, and you suddenly became all too aware of the constricting nature of your tight dress on your ribs, exponentially increasing your sudden breathlessness.

“-Oh, and hurry on to the deck now. We’ll be giving the locals a sendoff before we ship off.”

“W-Water?” you gestured to the window that faced the sea, thick Russian accent rolling off your tongue as you gave yourself an imaginary pause to consider the right word.

“Yes, little dove, we’re going for a joyride.” He snapped his fingers in a flinging motion, urging you to make haste to whatever position you were expected to assume. In reality, a new level of panic surged into you. A level of energy no human should be exposed to, like a blast of radioactive energy scrambling the atoms in the body of a helpless scientist at Chornobyl. This could get very messy, very fast.

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abercrombiejewelrytx · 1 year ago

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What Is the Best Way to Sell Engagement Ring Diamonds in 2023?

Diamond jewelry is classic, timeless, and ever-sought after- especially diamond engagement rings. If, for whatever reason, you have a diamond ring you want to sell, there are several ways to do it.

Selling engagement rings- especially those with diamonds- can feel like tricky business, but it helps to know your options. Here is an overview of things to know about selling an engagement ring, where you can do it, and how the selling process works.

Selling Engagement Rings: Things to Know Before You Begin

If you want to sell your diamond ring or engagement ring, there are a few things to consider first.

Decide what is most important to you: how quickly you sell- or how much money you get for your ring.

Research your piece beforehand to give yourself a better idea of how much it is worth.

Bear in mind that you are unlikely to get the original value of the ring because the resale value will be lower.

Don’t rush into selling your engagement ring before you are ready- it is not an easy decision to retract.

Take a route you feel comfortable with- and work with a trusted buyer.

Consider getting multiple independent valuations for your ring before proceeding with the sale.

Where Can You Sell an Engagement Ring?

Selling an unwanted diamond engagement ring is not all that difficult if you are reasonable about how much you want for it. Holding out for a price close to the ring’s original value is likely to take longer and require a little more effort- but it may be worth it if you have a family heirloom ring or a timeless piece with a lot of value.

Either way, you have a few choices. Here are some of the best ways to sell an engagement ring- and the benefits of each one.

Online

The internet is a wonderful tool for people looking to sell anything! Diamond engagement rings are no exception. Many shop engagement rings online through well-known jewelry websites such as Brilliant Earth. You also get a lot of people who collect diamond rings and other pieces- either to make them into something else- or to keep.

There are a few options- online auction houses, eBay, and second-hand jewelry sites. The only real downside to selling online is arranging postage- but some online marketplaces have systems that make it a little easier.

At an Auction

Auction houses have the power of large buyer pools and reputable services behind them- making them great places for getting good money for your ring. When you give your jewelry to a traditional auction house, most of the work is done for you, but you must trust them to get a good price.

An auction is especially worthwhile for a rare, collectible, or timeless piece- since you are likely to find the right types of buyers who can drive the value up. Just set a reserve price so it doesn’t sell for less than you are happy to accept.

To a Local Jeweler

There are several benefits to visiting local jewelry stores to sell your old ring. First, they are often more competitive with their pricing than big chains or precious metals buyers. If you have a good-quality piece, the chances are they will be able to offer you a good price on the spot- perhaps pending approval or authentication.

Other reasons to sell old engagement rings to local jewelers include:

The option of trading your piece for something new

Expert staff who understand diamond jewelry

Supporting small local businesses

Try to give the store prior notice before you take in your ring. That way, you can ensure they have an expert available to give it the proper attention- hopefully, secure a sale.

To a Precious Metals Dealer

Precious metals buyers are always looking for old jewelry- and these are great options for selling a wedding ring or engagement ring quickly and easily. Very little paperwork is involved, and minimal appraisal waiting times- it is a simple price-per-weight arrangement.

You can usually get a decent price selling this way- but it is worth comparing companies to see who offers the most.

At a Pawn Shop

No matter your opinion of pawn shops, there is no denying that they are a good solution for quick cash. If time is your biggest priority and you are willing to settle for a little less in return for a fast sale and cash-in-hand, then a pawn shop is possible.

You can get rid of your ring there and then- and walk away with money in your pocket. How much money? That depends on the pawn shop, the quality of your piece, and what documentation it comes with. Some pawn shops have a reputation for shady dealings, but most a reputable and will offer reasonable prices for items they deem resalable.

Of course, you also have to be aware of the possibility that you will be offered significantly less than the ring is worth- so it pays to do your research beforehand. Negotiation is often on the table at a pawn shop- especially if you have a piece that appeals to the buyer.

What Is the Best Way to Sell Your Engagement Ring?

Of the options detailed above, what is the best one for selling an engagement ring? We have weighed everything up and concluded that there is no definitive answer- it does depend on your situation.

That said, some stand out as the more versatile and reliable options.

Fastest Way to Sell

There is no faster way to get cash for old jewelry than selling it to a pawnbroker. It is easy, hassle-free- and you don’t need to wait for funds to clear.

If you are not keen on selling your ring to a pawn shop, the next fastest solution is taking it to a precious metals buyer.

Best Way to Get the Most Money

If getting top dollar matters most- and you have a high-quality ring that substantiates the asking price- you can get the most money by selling it online. You have access to the widest range of buyers and are more likely to find someone willing to pay more for your ring- especially if you list it in the right places.

That said, there is a lot of competition online. If you want a more targeted market with less competition, consider taking your ring to auction.

Summary

If selling your engagement ring is definitely what you want to do, there are plenty of ways to do it. The most important things to remember are:

It could take a while to get a high-paying buyer.

You are very unlikely to get the full value of the ring.

Make sure you research the ring and have it professionally appraised (independently from the prospective buyer).

Don’t rush into anything- check out your options- and make sure you pick the best route.

Overall, the best way to sell an unwanted diamond ring is either online (for the wider buyer pool) or through a trusted local jeweler (who can repurpose the stone).

Frequently Asked Questions

How do I get the most money out of my engagement ring?

It is no secret that second-hand engagement rings are not exactly best sellers. Certain connotations come with an engagement ring that is no longer on someone’s hand- even if the circumstances are entirely unrelated to the ending of a relationship. Because of this, you can get more money from selling your engagement ring for the stone and the metal (if they are valuable). It can then be reset or made into something else that is not tainted by the idea of lost love.

Can I sell a diamond ring for cash?

Diamond rings are fairly easy to sell for cash- especially if you take them to a pawn shop or a local jeweler. Depending on the situation, people will offer a lower amount in exchange for a cash sale. Just be very careful if you sell your ring online to someone who wants to collect it in person and pay cash- there is a lot of counterfeit money and dishonest buyers who look for these types of sales as part of an online scam.

Do I need documentation to be able to sell a diamond engagement ring?

Some diamond engagement rings may require proof of ownership before you can sell. This is especially valid with expensive rings and valuable stones- you may need evidence that the ring is yours to sell.

How much do you usually get from selling an engagement ring?

How much you can get for your engagement ring depends on a few things. You will generally get more for newer rings than older ones- mainly due to wear and tear and changing fashions. Some ancient rings sell for money if they have been well looked after. Other important factors to consider are the qualities and features of the ring. Here are a few examples. Rings with a higher carat weight are usually worth more money. A perfect ring with no damage is easier to sell again for a good price. The diamond shape plays a role- some are worth more than others. What metal the ring is set in (rose gold, yellow gold, white gold, etc.) impacts the overall value. Does your ring have natural diamonds or lab diamonds? There is very little resale value on lab diamonds. How many diamonds are in the ring? A three-stone ring is likely to sell for more than one stone- depending on the total weight of the diamonds. You can expect between 40% and 75% of the ring’s original value when you resell it- but the figure varies greatly depending on the pieces and the method of sale.

Is it better to sell or pawn an engagement ring?

If you have a perfect engagement ring that is fairly new and includes any valuable stones, it may be worth your time to sell it- as long as you are certain that you don’t want it back. On the other hand, if you are looking for money in the short term but would like to keep your options open for repurchasing it- pawning is the way to go. Selling is a far more final solution than pawning. You could get more money, but it will take longer, and there is no turning back.

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grayreidgalleryaus · 2 years ago

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nempthis · 2 years ago

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What the best life is according to my early 20's POV and will also happen to me soon:

Eating food that I want

Delicious seafood boil with out of this world dipping sauce, just like what I see on my instagram feed.

Eating Nachos, tacos, cheesy beef quesadilla, fries, takoyaki, onion rings, carbonara, pizza, Stroopwafel, Belgian waffles, authentic samgyupsal, fried chicken, sisig, kare-kare, and all the good stuff.

Traveling to the nicest place in the world

Visiting temples and shrines in Japan.

Date night in Paris.

Historical experience in Egypt and Rome.

Vacation in Maldives.

Clever culture in the south of Italy.

Colorful festivals in Southeast Asian Countries.

Basically, anything tourist-popular destinations in the world

Respectable career/high paying job

Writer/Director of world famous documentaries

Receiving outstanding Journalism award

A chef to my own town's fave restaurant

Being the best selling author of all time

Doing my leisure activities and passion:

Attending concert of the one and only Taylor Swift.

Meeting Taylor Swift in person.

Painting in my art studio.

Selling my painting to rich people.

Opening a gallery for my paintings.

Open sanctuary for street cats.

Adopt more cats and got no complain from my neighbors because I have a big ass yard for my cats to play.

Learn and master piano and violin.

Farming in my own growing and fertile farm.

Cooking delicious food for my friends and family

Spending time with my important people:

Hosting parties with my friends and family

A nice, elegant and memorable wedding

New and fun birthday experience for my parents (preferably travelling with the two of them)

Travel with friends and my love one

Attend more family gatherings (my siblings' wedding, their child's christening, house warming, etc)

Bountiful Christmas and new year celebration with family forever

Karaoke nights with my closest friends

Bonding with my cats

Having assests and all of my valuable possessions

A huge and fertile farm

Beach house

Condo in the richest city in the world

My own mansion

Owning huge % in stock market

My own restaurant

Our ancestral home

Amazing and beautiful me:

Slim body

Pale and smooth skin

Clear/glass skin

Princess-like hair

White and even teeth

No unwanted hair in specific body part

Pretty face

Physically fit

Mentally healthy and overall healthy

Long and happy life

Keeping my most important people in my life forever:

Parents still strong and healthy with their old age (they're happy, content, and proud of what I've become)

Love one is faithful and always on my side (We ended up together and have a huge family of cats on our own, growing old together too)

My friends now are for the long run (they're also happy and successful with their own lives, occasionally we'll have karaoke nights and each one of us are hosting house parties)

My siblings are still tight with each other and by that I mean, even having our families of their own they are still close and no conflicts between us all. (having to spend family day, traveling, also hosting parties)

Fulfilled responsibility to my pets

My pets lived a happy life with me

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lastchanze · 2 years ago

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intro

(oscar isaac, he/him, human) To LEO ORTIZ, the whole world looks like an open page. With a leap of faith, their ability of CALAMITY grows a little stronger. They’re pledged to the HOUSE BELTRAN to defend the enchanted lands of Cagliostro with their WEDDING RING. For FORTY years, they have survived a world of magic with both their RESPONSIBLE and DISAGREEABLE nature. They work as the OWNER OF THE NINE LIVES MAGICAL SUPPLY SHOP, but if they could change their fate, they’d want to TO SET EVERYTHING RIGHT AND GIVE HIS FAMILY EVERYTHING.

summary

bad luck. not from the moment he was born, but for as long as he can remember. with his parents, he grew up poor, whether that be material wealth, or emotional wealth. he was left to his own devices for his entire childhood. and like any boy with a natural inclination for abysmal luck who raised himself, he took to running the streets.

he smoked cigarettes before he was old enough to vote. taught himself art, specifically graffiti, indulged in cheeto's and video games to fill the void.

everywhere he went, things went from bad to worse. he began to accept it as comic bad luck, and as usual, attempted his best.

when he was 17 his parents split up. his mother blamed him for causing rifts between their marriage, but he felt they had more than enough of their own problems. from them on out, his mother had a myriad of boyfriends, none of which made matters any better.

but one of them did however, make his mother scarce. she moved out with him and into a second marriage by the time leo was 19, more than old enough to make himself just as scarce.

he moved in with friends and ran the street a bit more. dabbled in magic, dabbled in handiwork, mechanic work, street art, anything and everything he could get his hands into.

after meeting a girl he would fall in love with, his life path shifted a bit. they bonded and he found a line to hold on to. he spent most of his time with her and her family, and over time his hobbies went from 100 to a handful.

with time they got married and things were good.

the news of his father's untimely passing came to him through a lawyer, a will, and a shitty old house that was now his. the one he grew up in, that his mother and even his father left. it had sat on the market since they each left it, unwanted. as it would happen, it went to him.

now married, now with a shit hole of a house under his name, he leveraged it with the bank, formulating a plan to invest in his future and build he and his wife their very own wealth from the ground up.

so the bank leveraged basically everything he owned, and some things he and his wife owned for that matter, and gave him enough money to open a shop!

enter the nine lives, a magical supply shop that he nurtured from nearly capsizing, broke and busted down, to being a bit of a staple in the area near where they lived.

when he and his wife had their first child, he was eager to leave it to her, and went about improving the shop with a vigor, and not only that, but improving himself. he wanted to be a better father for her. to leave more than a shop but a legacy.

his tampering with his fate didn't hold up well with fates ability to shit in his cereal. his bad luck peaked and of course, he accidentally ruined everything.

after a bit of a one two punch, his wife and then himself, accidentally allowed their daughter nat to get into a set of experimental potions they meant to sell exclusive to their shop. the potion had the unintended effect of turning nat into a cat. :/

in a panic, to attempt to fix it, he brewed a potion meant to amplify his wifes powers.

this backfired horribly, and seemingly nullified her powers. and afterwards, haywire.

now with 2 seemingly unfixable magical problems of their own bad luck making, he's in a panic, attempting to fix it all without knowing what to do...

fun facts

as of the last 7 months, leo discovered his world ending bad luck is actually, a source of magic that went unchecked for many years. he went to several sources to check his theory was correct and after it was confirmed, he went to the house of beltran in order to hopefully help with some of his chaos.

he can now legally hunt and work within their house, though he hasn't yet been called upon or tried to take any leads.

when he registered, he forgot to bring something with him and ended up just using his wedding ring as a binding instead lol. so his magical item he walked off with was a ring that gave him the ability to somewhat harness his calamity and open up "rifts" of sorts, of negative energy, to basically, mini curse anyone before him. but it also helps him to contain his powers to his ring and that's all he cared about.

his daughter was turned cat at the age of 6, and is now 8 years old.

he's been married for so long he doesn't even know what it's like to be single anymore, and literally couldn't function without his family around. despite the fact that his marriage is on the rocks lol.

he's almost always at his shop. either working on the floor, behind the counter, in the back, or fixing the shop.

a man of many talents, as talented as he is unlucky. a real of a jack of all trades.

some plots

anyone who can try to help him control, contain, understand his power. anyone who will understand his pain and help him sort through that shit. beltran psychics, come shush him somehow. therapists, give him help. potion masters, brew him something. enchanters, give him something strong.

an unlikely friend he met through the shop. they'd ideally have an interest in potions, or some of the unique content in their shop. he hand enchants and brews all of the potions, and despite having bad luck, they're usually really high quality so there's that!

give him someone who was rivals with him in high school. someone in their 30's to early 40's, and they used to fight and compete about absolutely freaking everything and still to this day they do that shit even though there's nothing to fight about and it isn't high school anymore

a very complex friendship of a few years now. you don’t approve of half of the decisions you two make, you annoy the hell out of each other, tell each other straight, tease each other, but at the end of the day, still choose to stay friends and check in on each other. a very pure and cool friendship, despite it’s bumpy nature. people around you don’t know if you hate each other or like each other (ie. “hey asshole what’s up,” “was having a good day until you walked in” :D)

#give plots please i luv him #cag: intro #intro: leo #my insufferably idiot! <3

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mavenlockwood · 4 years ago

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she was singing, “baby, come home.” {au}

❛ she's in a long black coat tonight, waiting for me in the downpour outside. she's singing "baby, come home," in a melody of tears, while the rhythm of the rain keeps time. ❜

featuring: @kieratandanu

There are things that she misses, about her human life. Well, she misses most things, but some more than others. Some so much, it feels like a persistent weight in her chest, like iron chains wrapped around her lungs; and if she still needed to breathe, she’d already be dead. ( Ironically, that’s one of the things on the list. Who’d have thought the simple act of breathing would be so underrated? )

Maven can name them. Magic, nature, the silence, the simplicity, the fact that she didn’t have to hurt people in order to feed — the fact that she never had to use the word feed before to describe herself. She misses her apartment, her friends, her job at the floral shop, the feel of sunshine against her face, and oh god, she misses her sister. She misses everything they never got to have, every holiday and scenario Maven dreamed up in her head for the two of them, a family she’ll never truly get to know.

But at the top of the list is always the same, more than anything else. The thing she would sell her soul for, if she even has much of one left. A ring, a broken promise, hanging on a chain against her neck. She’s sorry, sorry, sorry.

It’s raining tonight; she’s not really comfortable with rain. Not anymore. Not after that night. Too many memories, feelings of helplessness and anger and so much fear, even if now Maven can confidently say there isn’t much that could ever get the best of her like that again. But there is advantages to it, like the fact that it makes her harder to be noticed. Everyone that’s caught out in the downpour is just trying to move along, get inside to somewhere dry and warm. They don’t even notice the woman lingering in the alleyway behind a quaint little diner.

How often does she do this? Press her luck, closer than she has any right to be, closer than any sane woman would ever go? Just for a glimpse, a chance to see her. Isn’t it funny, that less than half a year ago, she would’ve been right inside there with her, teasing the owner while the last customers of the day wrapped up with their meals. Days spent filled with congratulations for the happy couple, people saying it was about time, that librarian regular who’s way richer than he has any right to be jokingly offering to front the bill for the wedding, all they had to do was say the word — at least, Maven thinks he was joking. Kiera would smile and blush, and they’d leave hand in hand, going back home to the home they shared.

It’s all just memories, now. Personal ghosts to haunt her.

She’s not stalking her ex-fiancee, okay? Stalking is... such an ugly word, and implies an unwanted obsession. Maven’s just making sure that she gets home safely. It’s a dangerous city, she’s experienced that first hand. And she won’t let any of the same creatures prey on Kiera, like they did on her. Hektor might’ve run for his cowardly life all those months ago, but there are other vampires responsible — there has to be, and surely they haven’t left Corinth Bay, so long as their anonymity is in tact.

And there she is. Maven can’t help it, the way she straightens up against the wall, leaning forward. The witch locks the door to the diner behind her, hood of her coat pulled up over her head to help shield her from the rain, and Maven wonders if Kiera has the same negative connotations to the weather that she does. She falls into step behind her, far enough away for her presence to not be noticed, but close enough to keep an eye on the witch, thanks to her new superior senses. And should anyone be foolish enough to attempt anything, she can close that distance in the blink of an eye. ( There are advantages to being a vampire. It isn’t enough to make her glad or grateful, not by any means, and she would give it all up in a heartbeat to be a witch again. But once the intense anger burned out, she became more willing to admit that it wasn’t made wholly of pitfalls. )

It’s a quiet walk, aside from the rain, and nothing interesting happens. Maven keeps watching as Kiera makes it safely inside the building of the apartment they used to live in together, hers first before the other woman moved in. She wonders if Kiera’s kept up her plants, or if their presence was too painful of a reminder. Maven wouldn’t blame her if she had decided to clear them out; they were a lot of upkeep, even for someone of her own talents. She times it in her head, just how long it would take her to get up the elevator and into their place, a worry gnawing at her gut the whole time until she sees the window light up, a soft golden glow against the rain.

How fortunate, that when she moved in, she ended up with an apartment that faces the street.

Maven’s about to leave, satisfied with the information that Kiera is home and safe, when suddenly a figure appears out on the balcony. If not for her vampiric sight, she wouldn’t even be able to tell it’s Kiera, not with all the lights out. But it is, and so she stays. For just a little bit longer, or so Maven tells herself. There’s no harm in looking, not like there almost assuredly would end up being if she ever went home.

Or maybe there is. Maybe she’s standing too close to the building, or the shine of the passing car hits her just right, or maybe it’s just an intuition. Because suddenly Kiera is staring, and it’s like she’s looking right at her. There’s a flutter of movement as she quickly heads back inside, and Maven doesn’t stay to find out what’s going on. She hurries off down the side of a nearby alleyway, hidden in shadows from both the building and where she had been standing, and she waits. Waits to see if anything happens next.

Maven recognizes her heartbeat when she hears it, when the doors open to the apartment complex and her suspicions are confirmed as footsteps rush out against the pavement. Her head peaks around the end of the alley and watches as Kiera hurries across to the place she had just been standing a few minutes before. Her name is carried over the wind, as Kiera spins around in place looking, but she doesn’t have the advantage of heightened eyesight. Maven might as well be invisible from where she is right now.

“Maven!” The single cry is like a dagger to her dead heart, and the vampire leans her head back against the brick alley wall and shuts her eyes. But it doesn’t matter that she can’t see her, because she can still hear the footfalls, the heartbeat, the calls, and it plays out like a scene behind her eyelids anyways. She doesn’t know — can’t know the truth. Maven can’t decide what outcome would be worse; that Kiera would see her for the monster that she is, and back away in horror, or if she would still accept her fangs and all, and only lead to the inevitable loss of control where she ends up getting hurt. No. To hurt Kiera, Maven couldn’t live with that. So she has to stay away. It’s better this way, for everyone who used to know her. She’s saving them, even if they don’t know it.

“Please come home.” Another shot to the heart carried through the storm, and Maven wishes that when she died and her heart stopped beating, it could’ve taken all her feelings with it. Instead, it only seems to have amplified them. She doesn’t move from her spot, planted like a tree, still listening. Until the footsteps eventually head back inside. It’s only then that Maven takes off, this time not sticking around to watch her enter the apartment again.

It’s better this way. That’s what she keeps telling herself. She has to.

#things i should be doing: replies and starters #things i did instead: this #did i write this just to hurt lisa? maybe so.#&. self para #&. kiera #&. maviera #listen i got this idea and i like........... had to go with it #flashing tw

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decendingfromgrace · 5 years ago

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Festival of Sound

Fantasy!Bakugou x fantasy!fem!reader 18+

Warnings: violence, blood, gore, harassment (not by Katsuki), lots of fluff, sweet times and happy ending, cultural customs and world building (I have cultural traditions and some background information so that’s what I’m talking about)

Words: 8,700

King Katsuki and his beloved wife are going on a trip to reader’s homeland but there’s a reason why she left in the first place and Katsuki finds out all to well.

@lady-bakuhoe I figured out how to make header images so thank you for the help!

Artwork in header not mine, and I couldn’t find the artist, sorry.

The king of all dragon kind, the great progenitor of the ancient wyverns was not expecting his dearly beloved dragon queen to burst into their throne room raving nonsense about some kind of festival, or so he tried to gather. Her sparkling eyes, wide smile and pacing made him not only curious but also annoyed slightly, however when she shoved a flyer into his face he suddenly understood what she was excited about. The flyer was majestic and filled with fanciful words about a musical festival that would span for three days, it's famous title sprawled across the front of the worn paper flyer.

"The Festival of Sound?" The king asked with a raised blond eyebrow at his queen who grinned intoxicatingly. She nodded and settled onto the identical throne as her royal husband's and leaned over onto his shoulder.

"Once in five years, when the twin moons are full, my old town celebrates by throwing a huge festival. There's music and dancing and they serve amazing food, oh Katsuki it's simply amazing. I was thinking we could go together, we would only miss the first day but-"

"No." The queen paused her excited rambles to look at her husband’s crimson eyes which were under knitted brows. A frown brought the queen's smile down and all but shattered her joy when his set glistening gaze did not alter.

"Couldn't you think about it first?" The king shook his head and crossed his arms defiantly. If a festival of humans so much as saw the infamous dragon king, they would send for the guards and the joyful festival would turn into a bloodbath. Both rulers knew this, but that didn't stop the striking heart ache the queen felt at the flat disapproval of her beloved. She didn't need his permission to leave, but without him at her side the festival would feel empty and cold.

"I know what you're thinking, but give them a chance. We've been trying to form peace between the humans and dragons for years so why not make this into one of those chances?" She tried to persuade him with her big sparkling eyes and smile but all she was rewarded with was a curt "no" again. She signed and her shoulders hunched, the flyer limply held in her hands, and her eyes darted away as a sober feeling hallowed out her heart.

"You know I haven't visited my old home in a while, and I thought it would be nice to get away from the kingdom for a bit. The festival was just a way for me to show you a portion of my old life, before I became the "Great Empress of Flame"" His eyes sharped at her and a scowl formed over his mouth, while his eyes rolled away from her face. She looked to his face then at the armrest of the polished glittering throne, surrounded by soft furs and treasures, truly a symbol of both their royalty.

"I adore it here, and I love you. I just wanted to show you a bit of my world since you've shown me so much of yours." A full sigh was heaved from the king, his garnet stare softened. The queen rose from her golden throne and crumbled the flyer in her hands. Her striking tattoos along her shoulders and arms, jewelry of beads and dragon teeth necklaces, and her glimmering wedding ring all remained Katsuki of the leaps and bounds she had to undergo to be his other half.

"You're right, it was a dumb idea. I'll go and check on the patrol and then we can go hunting for dinner-" A warm large hand held hers and she looked to her king who was scanning her face with an understanding and loving gaze.

"This really means a lot to you, huh? ....Let me get the patrols set up for the next four days and we can head out first light tomorrow." A dazzling smile plastered onto the queen's countenance and she wrapped the king in her own bone bending hug, she kissed his cheek andsquishes his face in her palms while kissing his nose. .

"Aw Katsu! You really are a big softly under all that fuss and angry eyebrows." The king growled and gently bit the top of her ear but returned the hug nonetheless. The queen really did have a large sway over the king, whether he admitted it or not. She pulled away and kissed his forehead, eyes alight with a new found eagerness and she laughed at the disheveled looking king who was blushing fervently from his wife’s adoration.

"I'll go pack some provisions while you go take care of the patrols. This is going to be so much fun Katsuki, thank you!" She smiled and he smirked at her back as she fled to their bedroom to pack, her gate gaining a slight bounce in that special way that showed when she was filled with overwhelming joy. He rolled his eyes and stood up, she really was a handful at times but dammit if he didn't love her for it. He marched on to ready the kingdom for the absence of their rulers for the next few days.

"Dumbass, how far away is your home town? We've been flying for days now." It had only been a few hours and the king demanded that the queen would fly on the way there and back since it was her plan to go. She didn't mind, being able to spread her sienna wings and feel the air glide over her scales made the trip worth it, the clouds let small peaks of sunlight shine down on her light red, orange and gold scales. Each royal member of the dragon throne was able to transform into their primordial dragon form, the queen needed to practice for many years before mastering this ability, but her love never allowed her to give up and he suddenly thanked those long hours for he now rested comfortably on her back as she flew. Her chest rumbled at the agitated king riding on her back as she gracefully swooped under an arch made of rock and pulled up to avoid splashing into the sea below. Her hometown was a ways away still, having been founded in an old woods far off from the rest of the world made the small village secluded and practically unknown. Katsuki rolled onto his back and adjusted on the soft scales and small spines along the queen's dragon form and stared out to his right at the cliff side they were flying from, a small bundle of anxiety flared in his chest at the realization they had left their kingdom's territory and were heading farther away from their sanctuary of lush forests, mountains valleys, and their castle of smooth rock and warm stone. He didn't know what to expect to happen at this festival, but he came upon the notion that his loving queen had adapted so much of her heart, body and mind to be his queen and rule his kingdom with him, and so he figured the least he could do would be to see a portion of her old life. He sighed again and rolled into his stomach so he could look at the horns and spines of his lover who was flawlessly navigating the wind currents and ocean they were traveling over. She had come so far from being that meek sell sword that fell into his den during that human raid, to mastering the ways of the dragon kin through intense training and learning of dragon customs, then to claim and ascend onto her rightfully earned throne even after battling to the near death to keep it, her scars showed the signs of her victories. Katsuki found himself pressing himself deeper into the warm scales below him, as his wife gilded around a cascading waterfall, she made sure to wrap her wings around her love to prevent the water from soaking him.

He didn't understand the custom, he didn't understand the importance of dancing and music but the simple reason that he didn't need to know why but how to make her happy made him join his queen on her small journey. She was excited and that was enough for him, so he remained quite as she rose above a jagged portion of seaside rock and looked out on a vast new land of grasslands and spare patches of trees and a few veins of rivers that pooled into moderately sized lakes.

The day moved quickly as the sun was venturing below the horizon and the droopy feeling of night time fatigue began to seep into the mind of the two traveling lovers. A great roar of a yawn echoed from the maw of the sienna dragon ruler, her flying pattern faltered but she was quick to readjust. She shook her mighty horned head and pushed on ward as the dense forest came into view, determination forcing her to set aside her waning tenacity. A hand pressed firmly against her scales on her neck and her gaze looked to her right shoulder where Katsuki was groggily gazing at her, sleep evident in his eyes and the way his hair stood up at odd ends indicated his interrupted sleep. A small chuckle was stifled by the dragon queen.

"Hey, hon. Come on, you need rest. Make for those caves there and we can set up camp." The dragon queen shook her head again and easily moved her wings to fly faster and harder than before, even though her muscles begged her to stop. A soothing touch of the king's forehead against her neck made his intentions and words make their way into her heart and the idea of rest out weighted the idea of overworking herself. A low groan passes the dragon's jaws and she gently swooped down on powerful wings to the mountain outcropping Katsuki spotted, the stone was chilled but it was a decent shelter from praying eyes and unwanted presences. The great dragon queen crouched to allow her love to slide down from her scaled back, and then transformed back into her human form, tired and weak. The sun's light had long been gone when the queen finally was able to rest, flying over rough terrain, battering winds and unruly seas tried her immensely. In a swift moment, she became weightless as strong arms lifted her into a warm embrace. Her love's hold on her as he carried her to the back of the cave caused that sleepy feeling to multiply.

"You push yourself too far, dumbass." Katskui mumbled to (y/n) who smiled and snuggled deeper into his chest.

"Nah, you're just heavy." A loud set of giggles came from the queen as her sides were tickled until she submitted and was set down onto a soft red cape, the soft fur on the cloak's neck made a comfortable pillow. The dragon king set up the fire they needed to warm the stone around them, and with the flame that resides inside his heart, he blew the scorching heat at the bundle of logs and set it ablaze. The king brought the furs they packed and made a makeshift bed, gathered himself and his love and held her close.

"The town isn't much farther, we should make it by tomorrow afternoon. I can't wait until you hear the music, and try all the food." Katsuki pulled the women closer by the waist and silenced her by pressing her head into his heart beat.

"Right now all I want to hear are your snores, everything else can wait until morning." Small protests of how she did not snore came from the queen but her sleepy mumbles quickly silenced as her soft snoring lulled the king into his own slumber, as their limbs tangled together and their shared heat soothed the chilled stone.

Soft bird song and light morning rays awoke the sleeping queen from the cocoon of blankets and furs she was in. She felt around but found no peacefully rising chest beside her and sat up, her hair in an unruly mess as her eyes groggily opened and closed as she sat up and a massive yawn stretched her mouth. A chuckle was heard and a delightful scent of cooking food roused her.

"The Great Empress of Flame has awoken, all bask in her glorious presence." Katsuki teased as she rubbed her sleepy eyes. Her gaze fully opened and she saw her beloved husband stoking freshly caught elk on a relit fire, his bare chest and back carried the tattoos and scars of many past battles and memories, her favorite one was the ornate letter of her first name on his shoulder. She had her own battle scars and inked symbols on her shoulder resembling his but instead hers had a K. She wrapped his crimson cloak around her shoulders and scooted close towards her love, he kissed her forehead and briefly pressed his forehead to her's before handing her breakfast on a large tree leaf. She took a bite and a warm flush of smoky venison ignited her taste buds and a smile spread over her face. Katsuki's pride swelled as his wife’s contentment was caused by his care and he gladly welcomed her wanting to press into his side as they ate. She draped the cloak around his shoulder and snuggled into his side and he encircled his arm around her shoulder, her free hand passed over a large three gashed scar that resembled a dragon's claw on his back and the king shuddered. Their soft silence was met with the droplets of the morning dew falling from their perch on the overhead stone of the cave.

"We should move soon. If we make it over the valley to the west then we'll make it well in time." The strong blond beside the women swallowed the remains of his food as the queen stood to stretch her arms above her head as the cracking of her stiff joints filled the air, her hair reflected the morning sun like freshly ignited embers and her eyes caught the sun's rays in a shimmer of color.

"That maybe tough since were walking the rest of the way." The queen paused and looked at her king who was caught admiring her beauty, her blush was brushed off as her concern overcame it.

"Walk? We'll lose half the day doing that, by the time we'd make it to the town-"

"The festival will just be starting. You need to regain your strength." The king got up, cracked the stiff vertebrae of his neck, pulled his queen by the back of the neck for a kiss, and began gathering their limited supplies of a pac each.

"Come on. There's a small spring we can go and get cleaned up in. Wouldn't want those townsfolk getting a shitty first impression." The queen shorted and swung her pac over her shoulder and braced as the chilled morning breeze ruffled the cloak around her shoulders and the thick fog that hung over everything clouded her vision slightly. Her husband huffed before clasping the cloak together and pulling it right under her chin, she sneezed when the soft white fur tickled her nose. The king kissed her head before they began to move, the dew droplets on the forest grassy floor made a trail of where they parted the blades and passed under the canopy of ancient oak, the shorter female member of the band of two marveled at the way a spider web caught the glowing sunlight in the water droplets that made perfect circles.

The fog hung heavily, providing ample cover to any spying eyes that may cause threat to the two as the king pushed his pac higher onto his shoulder. He glanced at his wife who was happily watching a pair of birds snuggled into a neat nest of grass and weeds. A cold wind picked up and she shivered and then pulled the warm cloak higher on her neck and sighed at the scent it gave off, he smiled.

Upon seeing the large spring, the two began to settle their belongings under a nearby shaded oak and they parted so she could pick up a few sweet and nice smelling herbs for soap and he made a quick patrol for any threats.

Her soft humming floated to his ears and he turned to find her figure reappearing form the forest brush, a small bundle of flora and foliage in her arms. She smiled and shifted the bundle to show her successful gathering and he smirked at himself before placing his calloused hands on his bare hips which she took notice to and blushed, her gaze looking away.

She settled down at the pool's edge and called him over, he waded through the water and rested his arms and head on the stone ledge.

"Ok, I found lavender, lemon balm, mint, katsura, and chamomile." Which one do you want?" The king lazily pointed to the caramel scented katsura with a goofy smile and she nodded and went to work.

"I'll put this together and then I'll join you." He simply watched her work, studying her movements, facial expressions, and the simple sway of her hair and the twinkle in her eyes. After a bit she was done and handed him his portion of the makeshift soap and he walked back under the waterfall to wash, he felt her eyes gazing at the muscle of his back as he moved.

He was scrubbing his hair when a gasp and shriek was heard making him quickly break through the cascading water, blade drawn ready to confront any danger, yet the only thing he saw was her nude skin shivering violently under the waterfall as her eyes darted to him.

"What are you-?" Katsuki barely asked before she darted to the cave under the fall and huddled closer to herself, her arms wrapped tightly around her.

"You never said the water was this damn cold!" She shivered and a boasting laugh came from the bemused king and the queen nearly dunked him then and there. Seeing his queen's chilled figure but blazing with anger eyes, he calmed and gently picked her up unto his arms, her legs eagerly wrapped around his waist to leech off his warmth as he suspended her.

"Come on dear, it's not that cold." She huffed and grabbed a portion of his soap and began running her digits through his blonde hair as he snuggled his nose into her neck.

"Says you. Now hold still so I can properly wash your hair." He pinched her behind out of revenge for the tease but she smacked his shoulder a moment after, their shared laughs echoed off the cave walls.

"Dunk please." He tilted back into the falling stream of water to rinse the suds from his blonde head, she then followed by ruffling his hair and allowing him to begin his determined scrubbing of her locks. The sleepy camomile sent swirled around the two as he massaged her scalp and she gently ran her hands over and around his body, the rushing water behind them made a nice white sound to soothe the voiceless air. Once she rinsed her hair and allowed her lover to smooth the sweet smelling soap over her skin and she did the same for him, she went back to dry off while he stayed behind to finish up. She made it to the edge of the pool when a call of her name brought her attention to the top of the waterfall where a nude Katsuki stood in all his ridiculous glory, smirking triumphantly and puffing his chest out.

"You like the view darling?" His booming voice called down to his queen who was covering her giggles with her hand, her smile was heard in her yell of a reply.

"I wonder if I join you, I'd get a better one." She felt his newly glowing gaze travel and cover her as she strutted up the stones and met him at the top. Her lover laughed and his gaze held the acceptance of her challenge, the chill from the morning breeze made both of their skin flushed roses but the joy of such a challenge lit a delightful feeling in their hearts.

"Largest splash wins." The queen challenged and the king nodded, his signature confident and smug grin pulling his lips up to show his teeth. The queen gestured for him to proceed and with a mock battle cry, the king dives into the chilled water meters below with a decent splash. He resurfaced with a large smile and a triumphant glint in his red eyes, he laughed loudly and shook the water from his blond hair.

"Beat that hun!"

Upon her over look of old corroded stone, the queen wrapped her hands firmly around her hips and tilted her head up, the slow sun warming the world surrounding the two and the king swore she was an angel as the light danced around her. Surprisingly, she turned around and marched to the point where the grass and stone met and the path down to where the king met her feet. She braced her legs and curled her toes into the earthy soil, then took off into a sprint that hurtled her off the ledge, but before her skin hit the water's surface her dragon form was summoned and a total wave cascaded down onto the king. His sputtering was stopped when a massive warm presence easily lifted him to the dry comfort of the couples makeshift area, a prominent scowl contorting his features.

"That's cheating dumb ass!" The glare sent to the dragon in the pool waned when the dragon became a beautiful woman who was giggling and smiling widely.

"All's fair in love and war, my heart. Now accept that I won and that we need to get moving” The king snorted and bit back his retort and instead grumbled a "yes dear" before doing as she asked, a smug look twinkled in her eyes, while the king braided her wet hair.

Hiking proved to be slightly more tiring than flying to the queen, her feet ached from stepping over the recent quarry she and her lover passed through. Yet as the sun swung higher into the clear sky and stone turned to grass, she found herself enjoying the sights she long thought forgotten. Her days were spent ruling and that potent want for adventure fizzled out when she married the love of her life and decided that no adventure would amount to any satisfaction to the burn in her heart without her love beside her, through each tired step of the way. The dense trees and mountains were behind them now and vast plains of grass and open air became their new surroundings, the wind calmed as the weeds under the pair's feet were crushed. The afternoon had set in not long after their departure from the spring, and the process of changing the hour seemed to speed up more once they left the forest, however in the seemingly endless sight of rolling hills before the two time seemed to bend to its own will and stopped momentarily as the fading light of the sun spread over the hills turning them gold, each hill looked as though it were a sun dipping below its own miniature horizon. The pair stood atop one of these brilliant hills and watched the sun disappear from view fully, leaving only the blue-black shimmer of the night sky above their heads, the hills themselves seemed to sign into slumber as the winds stilled completely. The queen, tired but not undeterred, looked to her love who was silently calculating the remaining distance. She just watched him in the afterglow of the day, the way his eyes sharpened to adjust to the low light, how his jaw set when he began thinking, that tired look under his eyes. Her gaze fluttered up to the heavens and a gasp left her mouth when she saw the lights that seemed to dance across the sky in dazzling spectrums of greens, blues, whites and reds. The light gave a stunning backdrop to the king as his captivating red gaze looked hurriedly at the queen who was gazing at him with a look of love, a blush hit his face and the darker atmosphere he thanked for concealing it.

"What?" He asked.

"Look." She responded and pointed up to those twirling lights that pirouetted across the inky darkness to the starry sky. The king followed her gesture and, for a moment, became captivated in the light's glow as well, but he regained his composure.

"So? They’re just the ancestor lights, we've seen them before." His shrug was half hearted, as he tried not to stare in total rapture at the way the reflection of such a heavenly glow danced in the urethral gaze of the queen.

"Yeah, but never just with you and never this close. It's incredible." She cupped her hand in his and smiled up at him, he looked away embarrassed but returned the gentle squeeze she gave to his hand.

"Yeah....I guess they are." She began walking again, this time with her husband in tow as they made way across the hills to their final destination which lay close beyond. The king understood so much about the world he has ruled for multiple millennia, but he never understood its pure beauty in the simplicity of such small things, the lights for example until they passed through her gaze. Until she stared at the spider web, until she spoke about herbs and weeds as though they were jewels, until she said his name. All he thought were important but never beautiful, until her. In that moment, on that star scattered sky and dusk covered hills, he wished to fly high into the lights above and dance with her, but he knew that fantasy would need to be patient as the low melody of song began to float around the tree line they entered.

Paper lanterns arched between poles dug into the ground, their soft lights glowed in the night as the shapes cut into them cast animal-like shadows on the trees. The blond king glared at the lanterns, seeing the ancestral lights above and thought they provided better illumination to the surrounding wind than the human contraption. His mind shifted to focus on another new scene, the scent of a dozen strange foods flooded the king's senses and his eyes fluttered to his queen who was practically drooling, her nose up taking in all the food. She met his eyes and their glow glimmered with such excitement that he felt his chest become light and a smile broke his normal scowl. She quickly gripped his hand and tugged him through the crowds, naming off foods and pointing out traditional significances all while expertly navigating the hordes of townsfolk who murmured incessantly.

The king's ears pricked at the mention of his queen's name, the source far off to his right and in a hushed tone, but being in a village full of those who did not speak any known language to him made him hyper aware. His ruby glare hardened ten fold at the small band of women who were bunched off to the side of the crowd, all their eyes trained on him and (y/n). Her name was said again and the king let a powerful growl towards the group and they turned red and broke apart. Once he noticed his wife’s soft hand not in his, the king began to frantically push others from his path, his broad stature and strange dress of beads, cloak, and loose pants and hide boots made him stand out which earned him questioning glances. He heard his name but the words after he did not comprehend. His ears tuned into her sweet melodious voice, but the language that made her words was incomprehensible to him, yet he continued to make his way to her. He broke through the crowd and saw her hair shining, her smile bright as she began to harmonize a song with a few others, her hands held multiple bundles of food on sticks. He growled, letting her know of his presence and wanting for her at his side and her eyes snapped to see him. With a knowing look she seemed to bid farewell to the group and joined him, making sure to rub against his bare side in an ancient dragon greeting for lovers.

"Try this! I know you'll love it." She glowed and her feet rocked from the heel to ball as that shimmer of her fluorescent eye color danced in that special way he adored. The king looked at the food and then to her, the scent foreign but not unpleasant as the steam gently swirled into the night's cool touch. She clasped his hand which held the food gently and took her own bite, her soft approving groans enticing the king into taking his own hesitant morsel. A smoky, juicy taste coated his tongue, the wave of pleasurable taste did make him give an almost inaudible growl and he aggressively ate the rest, his queen was beautifully happy with his accepting nature.

"What is this?" He asked, his tongue passing over his fangs as his lover smiled wide at his approval. The soft mutterings of the crowd were all in a language he couldn't understand and the unfamiliar land made his apprehension grow, but her presence settled his aggression if only a fraction, and so he trained his attention on her to quell his anxiety.

"It's called..ah well..what would it be in dragon tongue?" Her brows furrowed as the king took the next portion of food and began to eat, a new taste of fresh tange hit his taste buds. She gave a small laugh before a humorous glint flashed in her gaze.

"The King's Boar." Katsuki's chest puffed slightly before he gripped her waist and offered her some of the food with his signature devilish smile. One member of the crowd bumped into the queen, making her flinch back and stumble, effectively ruining their playful moment. The king immediately turned angered and his red glare followed the random passer by, but her small tug stopped him and he stilled.

"Come on. I'll find us a seat somewhere quiet."

As the crowds began to disperse with full bellies, a roaring fire was fueled and rose high into the sky, many gathered close to the flames for warmth but the two dragon kin hadn't the need. The two sat close on a portion of plush festival blankets and chatted calmly about the traditions of the festival, the female royal had basically fed the king until he could not eat anymore and with his voracious appetite it was a wonder how the festival didn't run out of food. Her excited rambles on the multiple other types of food and traditions was silenced when her name was called from somewhere in the crowd. She stood and shook her head as did the violet haired male who approached her, a strange greeting Katsuki surmised. Katsuki stiffened at the sudden appearance of another male, his dragon kin blood made him extremely territorial so he couldn't help the growl that passed over his fangs. That same unfamiliar language made their conversation unknown and his anger grew twice as much, his wife and this strange new comer approached his sitting position, the king spread his legs and looked down his nose. A symbolic way to show dominance in the dragon kingdom, his wife reframed from trailing her eyes over him as she spoke. His name was said and the redhead gestured to him, his glare doubled as the violet haired man looked at him with curiosity, his gaze matching his hair's coloration.

"My love, this is Shinsou, he's a friend of mine from when I stayed here. He and I grew up before I left and found you." The powerful and intimidating king rose up and made himself look bigger, his arms and chest flexing and assertive grumbles left his jaws. His mate rubbed his arm and he stilled and stopped his dominantly assertive growls. Shinsou says something in that unknown language and then looks to the dragon kin.

"Nice to meet you bitch." Katsuki's eyes became hot flames and his fangs bared, his roars echoed, but he stopped once his queen placed a palm to his chest.

"He meant to say sir! He meant to say sir! He doesn't know dragon tongue that well." Katsuki pulled back, his hand tightly grabbing the woman's hand. The king glared but puffed dismissively, his gaze not losing its intensity and anger as the violet haired Shinsou looked down apologetically. With a roll of his eyes and an outstretch of his hand, the king waited. When nothing happened, the king glared again, but (y/n) calmly explained.

"He doesn't know our costumes dear, just as you don't know his." She turns to Shinsou and says something and his violet eyes look to the king then to his open plam, the other male balls a fist and puts it in his hand. Katsuki growls, claws threatening to slice Shinsou's knuckles. The women stepped in the middle and spoke softly to Shinsou then looked at the male ruler.

"I'm showing him what to do, he only wants to make a good impression.." She brushed her finger tips over his and slid her hand up to his forearm, automatically the king gripped her forearm and so did she to his, then he gripped the back of her neck and pressed their foreheads together, a soft rumble came from the two of them as a affirmative way to show their support.

She looks expectantly at Shinsou and says something that makes him give a nervous laugh, he steps forward. Katsuki opens his palm and Shinsou sloppily mimics the movements to show apology in the ways of the dragon, Katsuki accepts but steps faraway from the male.

"Sorry." The dragon tongue left Shinsou's mouth and Katsuki simply nodded. (Y/N) breathed a small sigh of relief before speaking to Shinsou again and they began speaking excessively about something.

"Wife, what is he saying." The way Katsuki growled "wife" in such a deep possessive way made an icy shiver sprint up the queen's spine and she looked back with hazy eyes that glinted with a new lust. Such an immediate shift in her body language made the king smirk with pride for having caused it.

"He's asking about how we met, what has life been like away from the village, where did I go before meeting you." Katsuki growled and looked away, arms crossed and gaze agitated. (Y/n) sighed and spoke to Shinsou again.

"Me hope you like festival." The broken dragon tongue made Katsuki look at a nervous Shinsou. His attempt of speaking was admirable, and once the king saw the pleading look in his queen's eyes he rolled his and held up his wrist. Shinsou smacked his wrist to the king's, a quintessential tradition between two equals in the dragon world, this such knowledge Shinsou held surprised the ruler of the kingdom of fire and scales.

"Looks like you're not completely stupid." The queen growled in warning and the king rolled his eyes again, but smacked his wrist to Shinsou's again, the ancient way of showing greeting seemed to bridge the two foreigners. Shinsou spoke to (y/n) and she turned red, pushing the violet haired guy away and frantically muttered something to him.

"What?" It was more of a threat than a question caused by the king and he came to her side instantaneously.

"He asked me if I was going to dance and I said no." A confused pinch of the king's brows brought a smile to the woman's face and she gently wrapped her hands around Katsuki's arm, he withheld the notion to flex.

"During the festival, people dance around the fire and if someone joins your dance then they are interested in you, if they match your rhythm and you like them then they can court you. It's all very traditional, something I lost interest in." She waved her hand dismissively. Katsuki growled and looked threatening at Shinsou who didn't understand the sudden threatening aura surrounding the king.

"Of course I'm already yours so I wouldn't need anyone else, but Shinsou just isn't familiar with dragon customs."

"Then teach him." The king spat through clenched teeth, the anger was not directed at the queen but more rather the violet man. The queen huffed, sudden displeasure hit her nerves and she untangled herself from Katsuki, much to his displeasure. She stepped away and muttered something to Shinsou in their common tongue. Her gaze went back to Katsuki and as she spoke it became angered.

"Then I will. We will be back later once the festival dies down." Katsuki lunged to grab her wrist, his eyes raged but behind those flames was a powerful worry. Not knowing what to say, Katsuki opted to press his forehead to her’s a way of silently communicating his worry and fear over her safety and she sighed.

"I know all this is overwhelming for you, and on top of not knowing what anyone is saying, I suddenly want to go off bu-" Katsuki could see her losing that happy glow around her, as her eyes dulled at his actions towards the festival. The king of all dragons, ruler of all scaled kind, understood that his own ego and discomfort did not trump her enjoyment, and so he cut off her apologies.

"But that doesn't mean I should make this worse for you. I promised to go with you and enjoy myself, that's what I'm going to do. Go have fun and save a dance for me, ok?" Her smile made the stars jealous as it shone so bright. A loving kiss was pressed into Katsuki's lips as she hooked her arm over his neck and pulled him down. She pulled away, her warmth leaving to, and waved back as she stepped into the crowd with Shinsou.

To say the sight of Katsuki the dragon king was not captivating would be an understatement. His broad shoulders, muscles and toned body, and cherry glowing eyes was transfixing. He sat on a high backed seat in the auditorium surrounding the "Great Blaze" or the fire lit to commence the festival, the name he learned from close observation of the other people. He found it funny how mortals worshipped fire as a god, since his own kind were the creators of such, but no matter. The song filling the air was not unpleasant and the food (y/n) filled his stomach was taking the edge off his temper, her scent was cemented in the clock he wore so when he needed her comfort he buried his nose into the fur around the collar. Katsuki was actually finding himself enjoying the evening, and in his heart he knew (y/n) was having fun as a smile graced his face.

Then a touch to his bare shoulder and the pungent reek of sour perfume flooded his nose, his happy warmth was replaced with sudden cold hostility.

"So this is the great King Bakugou. You surely surpass the legends, they do you no justice." A sweet but conniving tone of a woman pierced his ear, the dragon tongue surprising to him. He glared at the face of a black haired and brown eyed woman who's cleavage was practically popping from the thin lace lining of her dress as she leaned over the king.

"And how would you know my language?" The sentence is barely understood through his growls and snarls, but the women flashed a smile so twisted it made the king's stomach curl. She climbs onto his lap, legs straddling him and hips automatically rolling into his. He did nothing but glare, her attempts at riling him up failing miserably as her intimate movements did nothing to the king.

"Let's just day I've been in close contact with some of the rogue dragons you've been trying to deal with." She bites his neck and quickly sucks, surprising the king. The angered ruler pushed her off him, her ass hitting the ground hard and he straightened up to look down on her menacingly, but her eyes seemed to hold lust rather than fear as her bottom lip caught between her teeth.

"Your majesty. Please allow me to properly service you." She crawled between his knees, her head pressed onto one knee and her hands slowly moving from his ankles to his thighs. He gripped her chin, hoisted her up to be face to face with him and snarled, her eyes glowing with desire.

"Listen here whore, there is only one woman throughout the span of time that gets me and you're sure as hell not even a fraction like her. Now get the fuck away from me." He threw her away again and this time her clouded eyes turned from lust to anger and she spit on the ground near his feet and stormed off. The king wiped her saliva from his neck and felt the growing purple bruise forming, dread and fear mixing in his chest at the realization that his wife would soon see what the whore had done. He went off to find her, his nerves shot and a feeling of impurity and betrayal corroded his cool demeanor.

The prancing royal woman was practically bouncing as she and her childhood companion caught up on their current lives.

"So once I completed the final ritual I was turned into dragon kin, Katsuki and I wed and we became rulers." Shinsou nodded while downing his bubbling drink, the two were lounging next to a beverage stand. The violet eyed man marveled at his old friend who he noted had grown so much from those days of using twigs as swords and exploring the lakes and streams outside the village.

"You really have changed (y/n)." Shinsou laughed but (y/n) grew confused and furrowed her brows, her orange beverage sweet and spicy on her tongue, the spice burning her throat.

"What do you mean?" The two met eyes and he paused, his answer being woven and tossed around in his mind.

"You're just..different from the last time I saw you. I just never imagined you'd become what you are now." That statement made the queen's grip tighten, her back stiffened and her eyes became sharp.

"Well ten years can surely change people Shinsou. I never envisioned you to be a wandering researcher that hasn't gotten out of town yet." She didn't mean for her words to be so cruel, but the hurt in his eyes made her guilt twist her gut painfully.

"Shinsou Im-"

"Well if it isn't the town's flower. It's been a long time(y/n)." A sultry voice cut into the conversation as a man approached with piercing blue eyes and brown hair, his sharp jaw held a sadistic smirk. Shinsou, distraught and downplayed, excused himself, much to (y/n)’s displeasure. The man before her towered over her height, his large palms cupped his hips.

"It's been a while Marcus. How've you been?" Marcus nodded, his gaze following Shinsou before looking back to the women. His demeanor became cocky, and pompous as he swayed over to be closer to her, her personal bubble dangerously close to being popped.

"Nothing much, traveled a bit, but nothing like you. If the town gossip is reliable then it's true that you became dragon kin? That you married their ruler? Get real." (Y/n) almost snarled but recomposed herself beforehand. With a clench of her jaw and shift of her gaze, she begrudgingly answered.

"It's not like you've been in close contact for the past ten years. You wouldn't know a thing that happened to me, I'm not that naive idiot anymore." The blue gaze traveled across her body as the man circled her, like a predator to prey.

"That's right. You're not that child anymore, you're a woman and a beautiful one at that." Marcus growled and stepped closer, (y/n) stepped back, Marcus's whisper made bile rise in her throat. She moved away, he followed. This continued until the buff male cornered the queen against the backboards of one of the food stalls, his arm resting above her head as her back pressed tightly against the wooden boards.

"You're so cute when you tense up." (Y/n) held back her body's shaking and tried to push Marcus away, he only grabbed her wrist and pulled it above her head, pinning it in his grip. Marcus's gaze grew hungry as he pressed his nose to her's, drawing in her scent and licking his lips.

"God you're so addicting, like a delicious delicacy I want to feast on." (Y/n) tried to swiftly kick Marcus between his legs, but his hand dug bruises into her thigh as he pulled it up to forcibly, painfully wrapping it around his hip. His growing erection pressed disgustingly against (y/n)’s inner thigh. She pleaded for Katsuki to sense her fear, but not even a scream came from her throat. Marcus dipped a hand to grasp her butt, the mighty queen felt as tiny as a flea in this moment, her pride and power being beheaded as Marcus continued to move his hands. The final straw was when he bit hard onto the junction of her neck and shoulder, in the exact spot her bonding mark to Katsuki scarred her skin. She screamed his name for help, but Marcus stuffed three fingers in her mouth, silencing her and making her gag.

"Shut the hell up, or I'll make you mute." A single tear rolled down her pale cheek and he laughed, he had the audacity to lick it away.

"I did so love to hear you scream though, it gets me so excited." Suddenly a mighty crash cracked the wooden boards above (y/n)’s head, a figure, broad soldered and blade drawn hurtling through the flying splinters and mental latches towards Marcus. His eyes were a lit with the fires of hell themselves

"Then you'll fucking love me!" Katsuki screamed a bone chilling sound, as his chest heaved and his jaws drooled with anger. He stood posed to kill in front of his wife who trembled with relief at the sight of her love. Katsuki's eyes were pin pricks of a boiling blood color that had the power to split Marcus in two, the brunette staggered to stand before Katsuki crushed his ribs with one kick to his chest. The king straddled the man, his face inches from Marcus's and his clawed hand painfully pushed the brunette's head into the soil.

"Don't you ever touch my queen again!" The dragon king plunged his blade into the brunette's hands, blood pooling and splattering over the brown soil, Marcus's scream was muffled by the earth.

"And don't you fucking think about putting you're fucking ugly mouth on her either." The blade, serrated and made of olden dragon teeth, was placed inside Marcus's mouth, sliced the portion of the bloodied man's cheek that connected to his mouth, and Marcus screamed again. The blond, pumped up on anger and adrenaline, licks the bloodied blade and spits the mixture of spit and blood onto Marcus who is writhing while clutching his face and hands.

Turning back, Katsuki sees (y/n), huddled and holding tears back on the ground. He rushes to her side, wrapping his cloak around her and holding her head close to his chest, softly whispering soothing words. Her breathing evened out as he wiped her tears away and put loving kisses on her face. With a mighty battle cry, the queen lunches at the wounded Marcus and struck his jaw with a teeth breaking kick, his tooth flying through the air and landing in a muddy puddle. Katsuki quickly scooped her up in his arms, covering her face from prying eyes with his cloak and steadily walking out of the shadows where a small group had gathered upon hearing the scouting and seeing the now collapsed stall Katsuki broke through.

"That mess of a man assaulted my love. Deal with him, and we'll be heading home."

As his boot steps made imprints in the grass, the crowd parted like a tiger moving through weeds, their eyes never leaving the dragon king until the lantern's light was at the king's back. Rapid feet beating against the hills made Katsuki tighten his arms around his lover and whip his head around to glare, but it was only Shinsou running to the two dragon kin.

"(Y/n)...is she...good?" He panted out that broken dragon language while clutching his knees, his chest rising as the cool wilderness seemed to welcome the two dragon kin more and more.

"She's fine." Katsuki growled, but (y/n)’s hair peeled out from the cloak to see Shinsou, the wind licking her tear smeared face, and the trees swayed gently. Her soft voice sounded tired but her words, unknown to Katsuki, seemed to reassure Shinsou. They exchanged a few sentences before the violet man approached, slowly for Katsuki was in a state of protection over his love but (y/n)’s hand pressed into his chest and he allowed Shinsou to approach. The two, (y/n) and Shinsou, locked fingers and muttered something low before the violet man backed away.

"Let's go home Katsu. All I want is to just curl up in our bed with you and sleep." Katsuki rubbed his cheek against her head, the sweet decent soothing his more ferocious side as he sighed.

"I'm so sorry my love, you were so excited about the festival and I-" His entire being froze when he felt her hands press into the bruise the women left on him from not that long ago. Her body became rigid and she looked up at him with her own terrifying gaze.

"Katsuki, what is this?" He put her down gently, the clock she wore fluttering in the night breeze and he silently cursed the women for smudging her noxious perfume over him.

"Some whore unwantedly tried to seduce me. This is her attempt at a hicky, but the painful shove she revived taught her to fuck off." (Y/n)’s previous sad demeanor shattered, a red rage clouded her eyes and Katsuki saw the way her hands balled into fists.

“She what? This whole fucking night has been a disaster! Dammit, Katsuki I’m so sorry. Let’s-let’s just go home.” As quickly as it left, (y/n)’s rage returned and she ran her hands through her hair to try and soothe her temperament. Katsuki sighed, the dancing lights above the two glowed welcome ugly and seemed to share an idea with the great blond ruler. He scooped her hand into his larger calloused one, her gaze moving to him in confusion but he simply smiled and wrapped an arm around her waist.

“You promised me a dance, (y/n).” He stated it as a fact and a sniffle escaped the queen as she let him begin to sway. Their feet moved expertly in time with the other’s, their movements fluid as Katsuki spun his wife around the rolling hills of soft grasses and illuminated star light. She giggled when he dipped her and twirled when he gently took her hand. His hands smoothed over the small of her back as her’s cupped the sides of his jaw to give him a sweet prolonged kiss, their smiles broke the sweet gesture after a moment of revelry in their touches. They stayed that way, intertwined in both bodies and hearts as the festival's noises drifted out of their realm of focus. The world became quite once more as Katsuki and (y/n) forgot their sorrows in the greatest why they knew possible, each other and they danced along with the night while the stars above gave them light

#my work #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #fluff #this was a bitch to write cause my computer and phone kept crashing #i want to start oosting longer more detailed pieces cause i have a lot #fantasykatsukibakugou #dragonkingbakugou

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anamnaqvisblog-blog · 4 years ago

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Dowry......

In a recent incident a girl refused to marry the groom on their wedding day. instead of tying a knot, she went to police station and filed a dowry case against the groom. She refused to meet the demands of accused anymore, along with her family members she reached police station to register complaint. They paid them 7 lack on ring ceremony already.On the same day of occasion they demand Gold jwellery and liquor bfor guest. At this stage she refused to marry.

Not every girl is as brave as her who can take stand. Dowry is a money or valuable given to the bridegroom and his family as a gift.. it's a social evil and a curse to the society. This custom has now taken an acute form and has assumed a scandalous proportion.

It was expected that the problem of dowry would diminish with the spread of education but it against this expectations. It is at the PEAK among educated people.since marriage has to take place with this the boundaries of subcast , the range of selection of life partner becomes extremely limited. Girls parents are now compelled to pay that amount for they have ony limited range of selection.

People have false conception of social status.many people give a huge amount of dowry as a gift just to show off their economic capacity. Giving n taking of dowry has becomes a matter of social status.

Many people demand dowry on behalf of their son just to compansate the dowry they have given to their daughter's marriage. Dowry is an economic burden on the bride's family. Middle class n lower class families, who spends on maintaining the family standard, educating their children are live hand to mouth and rarely save money. For the arrangement of wedding they have to borrow money to sell their piece of property. It collapse the whole family.

Due to this kind of custom in our society women are I'll treated, disrespected , tortured and all sorts of cruelties in name of dowry. practice of dowry is creating an unhealthy and unwanted compitition among bride's parents.....which destroy the peace and happiness in family.

Youth are the only hope to combat effectively against the dowry. Youth must be given education and inspired to take the initiative towards its abolition.

Anam Naqvi

7-7-2020

#amitabh bachchan #my writing #journal #short story #writers on tumblr #writing

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silhouetted-beauty · 6 years ago

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“Run In: Fate” - Part 2

Genre: Angst and Smut

Word Count: 7.8K

A/N: Welcome back for another chapter. Happy Readings!^^

Yoongi had emerged from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist as water dripped from his hair and naked body. His walk slowed to a stop as his eyes scanned the room. You were gone and he was a bit confused as to where you were but that was cut away by the ringing of his cell phone. Walking over to the bedside drawer, he picked up the device and answered.

“Min.”

He listened carefully to the voice on the other end line before hanging up and quickly getting dressed. Yoongi didn’t have time to look for you and hoped you wouldn’t be too upset by his sudden absence. Only when he had closed the front door and was now getting into his car, you came out of hiding and back into the bedroom. Yoongi wasn’t there and judging by a missing suit in his closet, he was gone.

You fell back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling and letting out a sigh. Contemplating whether or not you were making the right decision, plagued your mind. You were so unsure of yourself and also angry. This didn’t have to be as dramatic as it made it. If you usually had a problem, you could talk to Yoongi about it. If it was something he did, you had no problem standing up to him and voicing your feelings. So why couldn’t you do it now? What was so hard about telling him you were expecting and whether he wanted to believe it or not, he was the father?

It sounds easy but what really worried you was seeing the look of disappointment on his face. You knew that Yoongi was a man that wasn’t easily moved. If he wasn’t ready for a child and you surprisingly were, you had a strong feeling that the relationship would become strained then wither away into nothing. You didn’t want to burden him and didn’t want to give him a reason to stay if he didn’t want to.

Letting out a frustrating sigh, you entered the bathroom to shower and get ready for work. What were you going to do?

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When Yoongi made it to his club, he was barely able to put his car in park before rushing inside. He couldn’t believe what he was told and needed to get to the bottom of it. Today was supposed to go smoothly for him before his trip out of town. He was supposed to cuddle you and make sure you were okay especially after his chef told him that you went to bed sick last night. He was supposed to have lunch with his father, discuss business a little, before he returned home to pack. Yoongi had planned on taking you out to dinner and making love to you then catching his early morning flight. Now majority of his plans were shot to hell and he wanted to know why.

Entering into his office, he found Namjoon, Hoseok, and few other men gathered around his desk. When Namjoon saw him enter, he stood to his feet, letting Yoongi take a seat in the chair.

“What’s happened?” Yoongi asked coldly.

“Jimin’s on the line, he could explain it to you clearly.” He stated, directing him to the black landline on the table top.

“Jimin.”

“Yeah, I’m here.”

“Now explain to me what the hell is going on.”

“A shipment is gone.”

“What the fuck do you mean it’s gone?! Three shipments went out last night, what the fuck happened?!”

“From what I gather, it was some kind of ambush. The other two shipments were successfully sent out but the last one was stalled at the docks. Apparently a group of unknown men showed up, killed everyone, and took the boat with the goods on them.”

“Ambush?” Yoongi mumbled to himself. How would anyone know products were being shipped that night and why would anyone go after it? The obvious answer was money. That boat alone was worth an easy two hundred grand and the products inside not only contained weapons but also drugs. The buyer was looking for that last shipment, a shipment he now had to replace. “You told me you could handle this. You were the foreseer for this transaction, how could you let this happen?”

Jimin took a deep breath. “If you want me to pay you the two hun-“

“No!” Yoongi yelled raising his voice, standing to his feet. “I’ll replace it because it is my job to do so! This is about you letting someone take our shit! My guns! My drugs! In the hands of God knows whom!”

Now it was Jimin’s turn to become angry. He didn’t appreciate Yoongi talking to him as if he was one of his workers. He handled hundreds of transactions no problem and quickly learned that when there are losses, cover them and keep moving. Dwelling on them can attract unwanted attention.

“Yoongi, I get that you are angry but please refrain from talking down to me. We are partners, it’s not like you were the only one who suffered from this. Shit happens. We could either cut or covers our losses and move forward or fight about it like amateurs on their first run, it’s your choice.” Yoongi remained quiet as he bites back a response. A part of him knew that Jimin had a point. “Now I want to add something that I thought was strange about the entire transaction.”

“What do you mean?” Yoongi leaned forward resting his arms on the desks, his eyebrows dipped into his forehead.

“I received a message from Ujin saying the buyer wanted to discuss the last transaction over a call. While on the phone, he told me that he wanted the last shipment to remain at the docks. If we could, send it two hours or so later than the other two.”

“Why would he request that when he was adamant about receiving each package within thirty minutes of each other?”

“I don’t know, but when I returned to the docks the boat was gone.”

Yoongi thought it over, something about this wasn’t right. Out of all the transactions he’s done, none of the buyers had changed their minds about the shipment especially with the risk of the police watching. “You don’t think the stolen shipment was a setup, do you?”

“Actually, that’s exactly what I was thinking.” Jimin stated. “After I told the buyer what happened, he wasn’t mad at all. Told me that he’d make do with the two shipments he had.”

Yoongi wasn’t too thrilled to hear that a buyer help set him up and now someone escaped with a shitload of weapons and thousands of pounds of heavy drugs. Selling the drugs was quick easy way to make money but what worried him was the guns.

“You did well, Park. When do you plan on returning to town?”

“I should be back later this afternoon.”

“Let’s meet up afterwards to discuss this further.”

~~~

The time was approaching midday afternoon and the bakery had been busy with customers running in and out. The phone was ringing consistently with orders ranging from simple desserts for a party to large wedding cakes for more special occasions. To put it short, today was a busy day and you were trying your hardest to grin and bear it all.

You were trying to block out the conversation you had with Yoongi that morning and the phone call you had with your doctor was also getting to you. She didn’t seem too thrilled to hear from you and how you plan to precede with the abortion. She even tried to persuade you to think about it some more or at least consider talking to Yoongi about adoption. You ended the call, putting her at ease by setting the appointment a month from now.

While she seemed a bit relieved by this, it did nothing but make you feel like a monster. A monster for thinking about killing your own blood. Your own seed. An embryo that will grow into a tiny baby then into a toddler, calling you ‘mommy’ and telling you how much they loved you. How could you live with yourself after that? You could barely stand being in your thoughts, trying to figure it out.

What would people say when they find out? How would they react? What really scared you was how they would view you when they realized your solution to the situation. Honestly, it scared you to look in their faces and see the same mirrored disappointment. You knew because you saw it when you looked in the mirror at your reflection, not being able to recognize the person staring back at you.

You greatly dislike how one choice given to you affected so many people. Even the people, who were still unaware of your situation, would have a lot to say on the matter. And could you make them understand? How could you justify your fears by killing off your own?

Releasing a small sigh, you tried to shake the negative thoughts from your head to focus on work. It was only when the bustling around the shop slows to a halt, Jungkook’s grandmother asked you to have tea with her. The two of you were seated on her living room couch in the connected upstairs apartment, while Jungkook stayed in the bakery in the case of another customer.

“The weather seems awfully cloudy.” She commented, taking a sip from her cup. You looked outside of the window, taking note of the sunny blue sky. There wasn’t a single cloud in sight.

“But... I don’t see any clouds.”

She lightly chuckled, sitting her cup down. “I’m not talking about outside, dear, but up here,” she said, motioning towards your head. “Your head has been up in the clouds all morning. What is it that’s bothering you?”

You sighed, letting your emotional barrier down and decided to come clean to someone because you couldn’t bear holding it in any longer. “Well yesterday, I confirmed that I am pregnant.”

“Congratulations! That’s wonderful news but why are you still gloomy about it?” She questioned.

“Although I would like to be pregnant, now is just not the right time.”

“When is there ever a right time, dear? Things happen out of our control. Sometimes it’s best not to fight it; sometimes it could just be fate.”

“Yes but Yoongi and I never discussed having kids. Lately, he’s been so busy with his business that he’s rarely ever home and now, he’s leaving town for a couple weeks. A year ago, I’ve accepted him and his lifestyle in order to be with him but I honestly don’t want him to continue his business when we decide to have children.” You sighed. “I don’t want to be that kind of person that gives their boyfriends an ultimatum. I definitely don’t want to force him to do something just to suit my needs.”

“Of course not, honey, you’re doing it to suit the needs of your unborn baby. After all, you didn’t create it by yourself.”

“I know but I’m worried he’ll hate me for it later. We sort of talked about it this morning and although I wasn’t able to tell him I was pregnant, he did tell me that he wasn’t ready for kids either and I don’t know what to do. Yoongi doesn’t hold back his emotions whatsoever. If he’s mad, I’ll definitely know about it by facing it directly. He’s more than likely to tell me to either accept that he’s never leaving his family’s business or may tell me to leave.”

The elderly woman sat in silence as she thought it over. You had came to work for them almost a year ago and despite your name being in the headlines for being romantically involved with the biggest mobster in the city, they welcomed you with opened arms. You proved to be hardworking and a great asset to the company. Within that short period of time, she had gotten to know you and realize how much of a sweet and caring person you were. Although Jungkook’s grandmother has never met Yoongi, she figured that he couldn’t be as cold hearted as everyone painted him to be, seeing how he rescued you and your parents. With that being said, she believed that your relationship with Yoongi could withstand anything as long as you two were together. Neither one of you were good on your own and if you two didn’t stop being self absorbed in your own selfishness, then this would be the beginning of the fall of the relationship.

“In a relationship, when communication starts to fade, everything else follows.” She mumbled to herself, taking another sip from her cup.

“Hm?” You asked her, coming out of your own thoughts.

“Oh nothing, dear, just a saying that always stuck to me.” She smiled. “Let me put it this way... if Min Yoongi was harboring a secret that he was afraid would tear the relationship apart and you may leave him, would you want to know?

“Of course! I would want to know everything that was bothering him.”

“Why?” She challenged.

“...because I love him and I wouldn’t want him to hurt himself keeping it in.”

“But what if he doesn’t tell you out of fear? What if he doesn’t want to burden you and hides the problem until it is forgotten?” She held your eyes in a lock, refusing to break you from its hold. Eventually, your eyes begun to water at the heartbreak of the conversation.

“I would be hurt at the fact that he didn’t come to me and he had to suffer in silence. I wouldn’t know if I’d be able to trust him because he couldn’t trust me with his problems.”

“Now, is it better to keep him uninformed on the pregnancy? It is his child just as much as it is yours. You don’t want secrets to form and trust to break because of miscommunication, do you?”

You lowered your head, sobbing in your hands. “No...”

“If the Min Yoongi you told me about has grown from the asshole he used to be, then you have nothing to worry about.” She smiled at you.

~~~

You returned to work a short time later, working until late in the evening. You were the only one left in the bakery, cleaning up before leaving for the evening. Jungkook and his grandfather had left to deliver one of the wedding cakes to the reception while his grandmother had retired upstairs for the evening. All of the hired help had also clocked off, leaving you alone.

As you cleaned, you couldn’t help but think of the conversation you had earlier. Mrs. Jeon was right. In order to protect the relationship, you would have to tell him the truth.

Coincidentally, the bells on the door suddenly rung and when you looked up, there he was. Seeing him standing there brought a sense of ease and you couldn’t help the smile that had slowly appeared. Wasting no time, you walked over and right into his arms, throwing your head into his chest and inhaling his cologne.

“Well hello to you too.” He chuckled wrapping his arms around you.

“I’m sorry. I just... miss you.” When you looked up at him, he gave you a quick kiss on the lips.

“Are you ready to go?”

“Almost,” you stated, breaking away from him to finish tidying the shop which only took a few minutes. After putting everything away, you ushered Yoongi out of the door and locked up. “There! Now I’m ready to go.”

Yoongi took your hand in his and walked to your car. Usually when he would pick you up from work, he’d always drive his car but when he asked for your keys, it had left you a bit confused.

“I had my car sent back so you wouldn’t have to leave yours here overnight.” He stated after sensing your confusion.

After he helped you into the passenger seat, he climbed into the driver side before pulling out onto the street. He held your hand the entire car ride back to his home. It reminded you of all the times when the two of you snuck around and he did little romantic gestures that made you even crazier about him. Surprisingly enough, as you stared at him, the more you wanted to jump his bones when you made it into his bedroom.

“So... are we just going home to go to bed?” You asked seductively.

“Is that what you want?” Yoongi asked, turning his head to face you but you only shrug.

“I want whatever it is that you want.”

He smirked, turning his attention back to the road. “Then I have something planned for us that you will enjoy.”

The car pulled up in front of his house and he stepped out, helping you out of the vehicle and up to the front door. Once opened, the lights were all dimmed low added with candles to light the home. Soft sensual music filled the air along with the delicious aroma of food. Your stomach immediately growled and you hoped that your pregnancy sickness wouldn’t rear its ugly head and ruin the mood for tonight.

“I’ll give you two options,” Yoongi spoke, pulling your body into his. “I’ll let you shower and get ready for dinner or, we could eat dinner right now.”

You quickly thought it over and after realizing that you won’t be seeing him for awhile, you wanted this night to be just as memorable for him. “I’ll get dress for dinner.” You commented, walking out of his embrace and up the stairs; smiling over your shoulder.

You wanted to wear something that would immediately grab Yoongi’s attention when he saw you and you already knew what. Walking into his closet and going over to your side, you pulled out a lingerie night gown. You held it up to examine it further. Not only was the gown silk, it was also transparent and his favorite color. With the see-through panties to match, you were sure your choice of clothing would make his mouth drop.

As you showered, you could help but smile at the anticipation of his reaction. After drying off, you placed your hair in an up-do style, slipped on the gown and panties, put on light makeup which basically included mascara and lipstick, and walked out of the room. You found Yoongi sitting on one of the living room couches, talking on the phone. Of course he’d use this opportunity to work in your absence.

He didn’t see you at first but the moment his eyes landed on your person, he couldn’t tear them away. It was as if you held his attention in a trance and couldn’t help but feel giddy on the inside. This was exactly what you wanted.

“Are you ready for dinner?” You asked innocently.

“L-Let me call you back.” He stuttered, hanging up the phone immediately; not caring if the person on the other line heard him or not.

Yoongi got up and walked over to you, pulling you against him in a not so gentle way. He leaned his head down to placed soft kisses on your neck, mumbling into your skin.

“Fuck... why are you so sexy?” He asked breathing in the fragrance from your body wash. “You don’t know how crazy you make me.”

You smiled, taking your bottom lip in between your teeth. Your hands traveled down his arms and removed his hands from your ass. As much as you wanted him to touch you all over, you still wanted to see what he had planned for the evening. And if you hadn’t been the one to break away, even though you wanted nothing more than to sit on his cock, there was a chance that Yoongi would be drilling into you while you both laid on the couch.

Yoongi released a groan as he tried to get himself together. There will be plenty of time for that later; you both just had to make it through dinner which proved to be a more difficult task for him. Instead of sitting across from each other, like he usually do, Yoongi pulled his chair right alongside yours. You tried to hide your smile as much as you could but it ended up shining brightly at his behavior.

His chef walked back and forth from the kitchen, balancing several dishes on his arms and hands. Your eyes lit up at the colorful meal, wishing you could be able to eat it all. As the music continued to play in the background, you and Yoongi traded off feeding each other different entrees, telling one another how good it tastes. He would purposely leave sauce on your lip or in the corner of your mouth, just so he could lick it off which, in turned, started a heated make out session. It always ended with you breaking away to eat more food.

You ate as much as you could and by the time his chef brought out desert, you couldn’t eat anymore. If you did, you were liable to vomit it all up. You stared at the delicious looking cake, topped with strawberries and whipped cream with strawberry syrup drizzled all over.

Yoongi lathered up one of the strawberries until the sweet red syrup was dripping from the fruit. When you noticed that he wasn’t going to eat it and, instead, offer it to you, you spoke up.

“Yoongi, I don’t think I can fit anything else in my stomach.” You whined.

“Just try one.” He stated, bringing the fork closer to your mouth.

You opened wide to taste the fruit but the moment it closed, sweet liquid had escaped from the corner of your mouth, dripped down to your chin, and dropped into a trail on your chest.

“Let me see.” His deep lustful voice rung out.

Yoongi stopped you from wiping it away as he sat the fork on the plate. Helping you up by your hands and maneuvering your body, you now straddled his legs as you faced him. His hands held your hips but his eyes were trained on your chest, specifically on that red line heading down the top of your breast. Yoongi couldn’t take it anymore; you drove his insides crazy even though you didn’t do it purposely. It just shows what kind of affect you had on him.

His tongue came out and licked that trail upward, gathering the syrup on his tongue. Your head fell back so he could get any that may have gotten on your neck. Yoongi’s tongue licked over a patch of skin, taking it between his lips and sucking on it. This caused you to release a moan that felt like music to his ears. When you lowered your head, Yoongi continued feasting on his meal, licking up the last of the strawberry sauce on your chin before kissing your lips.

The kiss was rough and hot, giving off a primal feel of want. It was a fierce battle as you tried to match his intensity but the moment you were pulled up his lap and felt his hard cock under you, you melted in his embrace; letting him have his way with you. His chef had entered the room ready to ask about the dessert but found you both in a compromising situation, not that neither one of you noticed. He quickly exited and left you both to a moment of privacy.

But that moment was all Yoongi needed as he stood to his feet, holding you by your thighs so that you wouldn’t fall and when you were able to lift yourself comfortably, your legs wrapped around his waist and your arms came around his neck, your fingers running through the soft strains of his hair. Yoongi carried you through his house and upstairs to his bedroom.

The two of you fell onto the bed and the kissing picked back up where it had left off. Yoongi was on top of you, kissing you as if this was going to be his last time seeing you. He needed to make up for not being around as often as you wanted and also for his absence in the future. His tongue entered your mouth at the thought, massaging against yours. He needed to as much of you as possible, something to hold him over until he returned home.

Your hands were already gripping the bottom of his black T-shirt, easing it up his body to take off. His soft skin just felt so warm and smooth that you needed to feel more. When Yoongi felt you tugging on shirt, he broken the kiss to sit up and remove it. The two of you took the time to admire each other from different views. Yoongi stared down at you, lust in his eyes as they scanned over your body; taking in every little detail about you. You self consciously bit your lip as you watched him, his dark eyes watching your every move, you could only imagine what was going through his head as he did it. Having a man, such as a man as Yoongi, made your stomach flip at the thought of what he was going to do to you. You could see it in his eyes that you two were in for a long night and you didn’t mind one bit.

Since he was now topless, Yoongi wanted you to join him. He pulled your upper half off the bed and quickly shed you out of your night gown, leaving you in nothing but see-through panties. After you lied back down, he gave your lips a final kiss as he softly kissed down your body, mumbling sweet compliments between each one. One of your hands rested on his head, gently running your fingers through his hair while you brought your other hand to your lips, smiling and lightly biting on your finger at his words. He always knew how to make you feel special and for as long as you two been together, you couldn’t help but to blush at his small praises.

Once Yoongi reached your breasts, his tongue appeared and gently licked over each bud, hardening them before continuing to the other one. You felt his soft lips leave wet prints as he worked his way down your stomach. When Yoongi’s mouth touched your belly button, he lingered there; kissing around it. Suddenly, any lustful feelings you had were replaced with nervousness and worry. You began to shift uncomfortably but didn’t make it obvious to Yoongi, who was still focused on pleasuring you. Did he find out? Could he sense it? Could he tell? Were you starting to show? What should you do?

All of the questions you had were circling around your head. You were approaching three months and didn’t know if it was noticeable to others. To you, you looked and felt different but you weren’t sure when it came to someone else. Seeing how Yoongi was the father, you wondered if he sensed something different with your body. Fortunately for you, he didn’t dwindle in the same place for long and moved away, allowing you to relax and get back into the mood, especially when his hands gripped the band of your panties and pulled them down your legs and off. He pushed your thighs open an up, spreading your legs further apart.

Yoongi sat up and back on his knees, once again looking down at you from above. You looked unbelievably sexy, lewdly spread and vulnerable to him. He brought his fingers up to his lips to wet them on his tongue. You watched him closely, never once breaking eye contact but the moment you felt his fingers rub against your pussy, your eyes closed at the pleasure. With your focus no longer on him, Yoongi’s eyes lowered to your glistening center. He brought his bottom lip in between his teeth as he watched the tips of his fingers become wetter in your folds. Yoongi repeatedly gathered your arousal at your entrance before torturously rubbing along your lips and around your clit. Your back arched off the bed as you moaned.

“Fuck, Yoongi... are you going to torture me all night?”

He scoffed with a smirk, licking his lips. “I’m just waiting.”

When he slowly massaged your clit between his middle and index fingers, you lost your train of thought as another moan escaped your mouth instead of words. He continued to do this causing your to mumble nothing but gibberish. Getting the feeling that a Yoongi wasn’t going to stop to let you speak, you concentrated hard on what you wanted to say.

“Waiting... waiting on what?”

“On you.” He simply replied. This, of course, confused you for you had no idea what he meant. Although he spoke to you, his eyes were still planted on your lower half, watching as you begin to drip down your ass and to his comforter.

“Waiting on me to do what?”

Suddenly, his eyes met yours in a dark gaze. His fingers moved from your clit down to your entrance, making sure they were fully lubricated.

“To beg me.”

And with that being said, two of his fingers, slipped inside of you; taking notice of your tight walls. You gasped at his movements and reached down to grip his wrist as he fucked you on his fingers. The more he pumped them, the more juices he pulled from your pussy. You tried to sit up to watch him but had trouble doing so, especially when he twisted his fingers inside and was now rubbing against your sponged like button. Your hips began to roll but his other hand held onto them, controlling how much you moved.

“I’m still waiting.” Yoongi blurted out.

“...fuck.” Was the only answer you had to offer.

You knew you were in trouble when Yoongi’s eyebrow rose in the air. Your respond wasn’t enough and you both knew it. With his fingers still deep inside you, he added a third and then leaned forward to take your clit in between his lips. You were thrown off guard but your legs easily rested over his shoulders. Both of your hands went to his head, tightly gripping his dark hair to possibly control his movements but it proves to be futile. His mouth created pulsating pressure to you clit as he sucked on the upper half of your pussy, adding the pressure from his fingers had you racing to your impending orgasm.

“Shit, Yoongi!... fuck!” You squealed.

Your stomach tightened and you were almost there but just as quick as your orgasm neared, it disappeared as Yoongi removed his hand and mouth from your body. He returned to his previous position, sitting up on his knees and you joined him, leaning up on your arms.

“What the fuck was that?” You asked bitterly, not hiding your frustration.

“That was me giving you what you wanted.” He licked his lips, maneuvering on the bed.

“But you didn’t give me what I wanted!”

“And neither did you.” He quickly shot back. Your head fell back as you released a sigh at the ceiling. You weren’t in the mood for games. All you wanted was to come which he was preventing.

Sucking up your ego, you sat up to rub his arms. “I’m sorry, baby. You know I want to make you happy. You were just making me feel so good that I couldn’t talk. So please, Yoongi... please make me come.” You stared into his eyes before moving to kiss his neck. “Please, baby? I need you so bad...”

Yoongi’s hand came in between the two of you and pushed you back onto the bed. You watched him remove the last bit of clothing, staring at his solid member. Turning you on your side, Yoongi gotten behind you and you immediately knew what to do. Holding onto the underside of your thigh, you lifted your leg in the air as he guided his cock between your folds and into your pussy. Your head fell back on top of his arm as it curled, bringing you closer. Once you both were settled into the position, Yoongi removed his hand and you lowered your leg to match your other. His hand gently turned your head where you both met in sensual kiss. It was nothing like before. This was soft and gentle, expressing the love you both shared between each other.

Yoongi’s hips slowly moved, massaging your walls with his shaft. You moaned into his mouth which made his thrusts become longer. He broke away to kiss and nibble on your shoulder. Your hand came up to hold the back of his head for support when his hand rested on your hips to help rock you on his cock. Yoongi pulled away from you briefly to watch his cock disappear and reappear which made him even harder. Your pussy had his dick covered in juices and the sound of him fucking you was like music to his ears. If only he didn’t have to leave in a couple hours, he would have kept you up all night making love to you then holding you as you both slept the day away.

Halfway through the love making, he wanted more; he needed more. His thrusts increased and so did his hold on you. One arm came across your chest, resting his hand on your throat while the other eased your legs apart, holding one up in the air. This allowed him to fuck you faster and harder.

“Keep your leg up.” He whispered in your ear, moving the arm under you down to toy with your clit.

“Yoon-Yoongi...” you moaned out his name. He hummed in approval as he nibbles on your earlobe.

“I fucking love the way you moan for me, y/n. I’ll miss this voice while I’m away. I’ll have to call you just to hear you say my name, maybe even stroke my cock to it.”

His admission fueled the passion inside of him as his ministrations became quicker. You held onto his arm, bracing yourself as his cock slid deeper in your channel. Your leg was becoming tired but you didn’t dare lower it just in case there were consequences if you did. Besides, the pleasure Yoongi was feeding your body was enough to distract you from any discomfort you were also feeling.

His fingers were rolling your clit between them and the orgasm that had escaped before had now returned and was approaching rather quickly than you expected.

“I...” you began to say but were unable to finish.

“You’re ready to come, aren’t you baby?” He groaned in your ear after he felt your walls close in around him.

You could do nothing but nod in response. Whether you or him want to or not, you came hard, freezing in place as your muscles spazzed and tightly gripped his cock. Choosing not to fight it, he let your pussy milk him dry of his nut.

You both remained frozen in place as nothing but deep breathing could be heard in the room. Your leg came down and the two of you shared one last passionate kiss before unknowingly falling asleep in each other’s arms for the remainder of the night.

~~~

A woman with long dark hair appeared out of nowhere and stood by as you and Yoongi enjoyed the scenery. He was the one who noticed her first as he turned to face her. You held onto his arm, watching as the two of them had a stare off. An uncomfortable feeling came over you when you tried to speak but nothing came out. This caused a smile slowly appeared on the woman’s face. Yoongi walked towards her, breaking the hold you had on his arm.

You wanted to go after him but you were rooted in place, unable to do so. He suddenly disappeared out of view, leaving you and the woman to stare at each other. For some odd reason, her face became blurred from your view as nothing but her lips was the only thing that was visible. Her mouth opened and your entire world began to crumble and fall apart. Blood poured from her mouth, spilling out in a nonstop fashion like a broken faucet. The ground crumbled below your feet and with nothing to hold onto, you fell into the black pits of the unknown.

You quickly sat up, throwing yourself from your dream. The dark blue sky told you the time and Yoongi’s empty spot in bed was growing colder. Coming to your senses, you heard talking downstairs and realized he was still there. Taking a deep breath and rubbing your face, you thought back to your dream and what it could possibly mean. It scared you when he disappeared and it made you realize that you didn’t want him to go, you were scared of him leaving. The thought had you feeling the effects of your morning sickness which was starting to take over.

“What are you doing up?” He asked in surprise as he came back into the bedroom.

You swallowed down the bile, threatening to erupt from your mouth and answered as steady as you could. “Do you expect me to still be asleep instead of seeing you off?”

“Well yeah,” Yoongi chuckled, but as he stared into your face, he could tell that something was wrong. “Are you okay? Are you feeling sick again?”

You shook your head. “I’m fine, probably still just a bit sleepy.”

Yoongi smiled and gave you kiss on the lips. “You don’t have to get up, you know.”

“But I want to.” You replied, holding onto his shirt. In actuality, you honestly didn’t want him to go. You didn’t want to go one day without seeing him, let alone weeks and didn’t know how you would manage but you kept it all hidden, not knowing how to tell him.

You slipped on a robe and followed Yoongi down the stairs and out of the front door. Namjoon, Hoseok, and Jimin were all there, waiting by a large black suv. As his butler loaded in his suitcases, Yoongi said his final goodbye. You held him close, nesting your face in the crevice of his neck. It wasn’t long before he felt something wet and pulled away. He cupped your face with both hands, using his thumbs to wipe away your tears. You could see the worry painted over his features but you put on a front and tried to smile behind your pain.

“I’ll miss you... so much.” You stated. This time, Yoongi kissed you more passionately, breaking away to smile.

“I’ll be back before you know it, okay?” You nodded, holding onto his wrists. “Just make sure you take care of yourself.”

“I will.”

The two of you hug one final time before you had to let him go, watching him walk away. You waved to Namjoon and Hoseok before they got into the car. Before he gotten in, Yoongi pulled Jimin to the side to speak with him briefly.

“Make sure everything is running smoothly while I’m away.”

“You don’t even have to worry.” Jimin stated in a joking manner. “I’ll take care of everything.”

“One more thing.”

“Shoot.”

“Y/n hasn’t been feeling well lately. Do me a favor and keep an eye on her for me; you’re the only one I trust.”

“Not a problem. You just make sure you go and come back in one piece.”

Yoongi nodded, glancing in your direction one last time before getting into the car. Jimin walked over and stood by your side as you both watched the vehicle leave the property before disappearing around the corner. Neither one of you said a word as the dark blue sky began to brighten in the early morning.

You had as much as this as you could take before you rushed inside to the nearest bathroom. The sudden act caught Jimin by surprise as he followed behind, only to find you huddled over a toilet, throwing up the contents of last night’s dinner.

He reached for a towel, wet it under cool water and placed it on the back of your neck. Although the towel did cool you down a bit, it did nothing to ease the morning sickness you were suffering from. He didn’t say a word as you slowly stood to your feet going to the sink to rinse your mouth. Jimin lightly guided you by your waist to the living room couch. Once there, he left to get you a glass of water. When he came back, he found you hunched over with your head resting in your hands.

“Here, drink this.” He offered the glass to you.

You sniffed, lifting your head and hand to take it. “Thanks.”

Jimin took a seat next to you, watching as you took a couple sips before sitting it down on the table. He studied your every move like he always does. He knew something was wrong but he wondered if you would tell him if he asked.

“How long have you been sick?”

“For a couple days now,” You mumbled before looking at him. “Why?”

Jimin shrugged. “No reason,” but there was a reason. “Are you usually sick in the mornings?”

“Sometimes.” You stated, holding Jimin’s gaze.

“I’m no doctor but it sounds like-“

“I know what it sounds like, Jimin, and I appreciate the concern but I don’t really want to talk about it right now.”

“Okay,” He held his hands up in defeat but before he ended the conversation, he added one last thing. “I guess I should ask the child you’re carrying since its mother doesn’t want to talk.”

Your eyes went wide, never guessing Jimin would actually figure out that you were pregnant but you should have known better. He was smart and cunning and you had underestimated him. As he went to stand, you grabbed his arm, holding him in place.

“Jimin, wait!” You panicked. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have been so snappy but please don’t tell Yoongi.”

He sat back down, closer this time to comfort you as you became visibly upset. “Why doesn’t he know?”

You sniff, wiping the tears from your eyes. “I’m going to tell him eventually. It’s just that...” you went silent as you tried to figure out a way to phrase it so that he understood.

“You know, Yoongi is pretty worried about you.” Jimin added.

“I know he is.” You mumbled, thinking back on just a moment ago. You could see it in his eyes that Yoongi was worried and didn’t want to leave you. It even showed in his movements as he dragged out his hugs and kisses. “I’ll tell him what’s going on but you have to promise me not to say anything.”

Jimin smiled. “We are friends, y/n. You don’t have to worry.”

A sudden call from Jimin’s phone interrupted you both as he answered. He listened closely and you tried to do the same but couldn’t make out what the other person on the line was saying. When he jumped up to leave, you quickly followed behind; suddenly not wanting to be left alone. He ended the call seconds later and your curiosity took over.

“What’s going on? Who was that?” You asked.

“Ujin... something’s come up and I’m afraid I have to go.”

“Is everything okay? Is it something with Yoongi?”

“No, he’s fine. It’s just something I have to take care of.”

“But!-“ you wanted him to stay but couldn’t bring yourself to say it. Sensing your hesitation, Jimin offered you a soft smile, putting his hand on your shoulder.

“I’ll be back later tonight to check on you before you go to bed.”

“Okay.”

You had no choice but to watch Jimin walk out of the front door, down the pathway, and get into his car. He drove off, watching your figure in the review mirror until he disappeared off the property. He couldn’t bring himself to tell you that one of Yoongi’s warehouses was just broken into. He was sure that Yoongi didn’t want you involved with his business and he also didn’t want to give you a reason to worry more.

The sight of Jimin’s car was replaced with another as a car pulled onto the property. You felt a sense of relief when his chef had gotten out and had met you at the door.

“What are you doing here? I thought you only came when Yoongi was here?” You questioned.

“I do but then I realized that you’re still here and must be starving,” he smiled. “How about breakfast?”

You followed him into the house and ended up chatting the morning away as the two of you ate before you showered and dressed for work.

~~~~~

Jimin had arrived to the warehouse, only to find it engulfed in flames. The sparks and other sounds from the fire, roared in the wind. Thick black cloud of smoke flowed into the air alerting anyone nearby, what was going on. Jimin had no choice but to call for the fire department. If he was lucky, maybe the damages weren’t as bad as it looked.

He stood by, leaning against his car as he watched countless firemen try to control the blaze. This didn’t look good. First the missing shipment and now the fire to his warehouse. Jimin figured that someone was targeting them, more specifically: Yoongi.

The first time they struck, they made sure he was distracted and away from the docks. The second time, they waited until Yoongi left town; almost as if they were watching him. Jimin’s eyebrows knitted into his forehead as he continued deeper into his thoughts. Could it be like before? Was the police after him again? And why?

Ujin ended his phone call and walked back over to Jimin, leaning in to whisper in his ear and out of earshot of others. “Master Jimin, I just gotten word that the fire started early this morning, perhaps around the exact time Min Yoongi boarded his jet. Apparently, he was supposed to see the smoke and land the plane.”

Jimin nodded. “Is there any kind of surveillance of the incident?”

“If it is, it went up in flames along with everything else inside.”

Jimin turned his focus back to burnt building, nothing but debris and light smoke remained in its wake. This was supposed to get Yoongi’s attention, why? What would have happened if he seen the fire, landed the plane, and investigated?

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