#sorry dearest i got too lazy doing the flowers

[hopelesslovebug]

happy birthday lion lamb!!!!!!!!!!! 🎂🎉🎉🎂🎉🎂🎂🎂🎂

[running-with-kn1ves]

Servantly duties

A/N: I've been working on this on and off for like a month so I'm sorry if its no bueno! I was really just trying to finish it and am keen to work on kinktober!

TW: implied sexual harassment, chipped fingernail, aphrodisiac/ love potion trope, forced kissing/touching

Synopsis: as a human servant to a satyr god, you're forced to draw him a bath and fall to his whims. 

Word Count:4000

Being a servant for a deity and their court was not as glamorous as it may have seemed. “Yes your highness” this, and “of course my lord” that; you were just thankful that satyrs were a lively race. Especially considering their knacks for magic and devious enchantments, not to mention their selfishly lustful acts. But you, you had the special task of taking care of a very important one. A god. Though the god himself was not very powerful nor crucial to most creatures, in the hierarchy of his race he was the most grand. 

After getting caught stealing from his altar out of desperation, you were condemned to work in the prime temple as a servant. You were shown mercy partly due to the gods laziness, and mostly because the being took a strange, licentious liking to you. Besides nymphs, humans were one of the most sought after creatures by satyrs, and it was not very often that one of the two would strut into such a dangerous territory. If it weren’t for the deity keeping you at his side, you probably would’ve been taken by one of his subjects. Satyrs never had a filter on their ravenous sexuality, only god knows what would’ve happened if they got their claws on you. But, it's not like the deity was any better. 

Though your servitude was a punishment, you grew accustomed to your life here. You swallow your pride in order to avoid the gods wrath, hoping someday to be free of serving such voracious creatures. A snide comeback wasn’t worth being cursed for the rest of your life. He was still a deity, after all. So, you bite your tongue and do your duties. You were constantly at his beck and call to refill a glass of wine, to clean up after a luxurious party, or to wave a fan. The work never ended.

You recalled the orders from earlier. 

"Dearest, I want a bath this evening. Make it nice, I only want you in my company." he purred to you. 

You responded accordingly, but saw the way he looked at you. You were sure that he was planning some dastardly crude idea to get you to fall for him. 

You were brought out of your thoughts by a searing pain, accidentally touching the burning pot in front of you. You retracted your hand as fast as lightning from the boiling water. The small fire underneath it had been slowly dying but yet the pail stayed piping hot. Picking up the handle, you delicately rose it from the fireplace. The metal handle dug into your skin as the weight of the water became nearly too much to carry. But you continued walking towards the large bath.

Reaching the basin, you took the thick cloth in your pocket and held the bottom of the pail, dumping it into the bath. The steam quickly diminished as the hot liquid mixed with the water already placed in the tub.

You hummed to yourself as you picked up a bottle of rose oil. You smelled it for a moment, savoring the sweet scent you'd likely never be able to experience fully. Small drips of the liquid fell into the bath, the smell becoming more potent the more it dripped. Setting it back down you took the few flowers surrounding the bathtub and began to peel them. The dried petals fell into the water elegantly. You snuck a few smaller ones into your pocket, watching the door in case the deity appeared. 

You got up to find the clothes you put on the bed earlier, grabbing them and turning slowly to the basin again; The labor of the day was finally hitting you yet it was nice to have a moment alone. But your slack shoulders didn’t stay at ease for long; the sound of the bedroom door swinging open made you tense up again, hurrying to bring the clothing into the bathroom.

“Oh dearest human,” a sing-songy voice called. “Is my bath ready yet?” You heard the rustling of fabric come from the bedroom as you tripped over yourself to get to the door. 

“Yes, my lord.” You cleared your throat, looking as you saw what was in front of you. 

The satyr deity, Philon, was currently eyeing you with a grin. He had already tossed off his satchel, his dirty tunic clearly next. To say the god was bulky was an understatement. His race was not all that different from humans, but his huge stature and animalistic features said otherwise. The deity status was not one that made him any less intimidating, either. He easily towered over you, peering down while his furry ears twitched and his hazel eyes twinkled. You had helped dress the satyr on multiple occasions and occasionally tended to his bath, but it was always with other servants or worshippers. Now, you were given the task to handle him alone. You couldn't even imagine it.

He completely shattered any line of professionalism to the point where you didn't know whether to take his flirty words seriously, to refute them, or to fall to his whims out of fear for your life. Some of the other servants believed Philon was trying to court you. From the way he pursued you longer than any other creature that caught his eye, and how he dismissed any other satyr from touching you, it did look suspicious. But you wouldn't believe it; after all his games and his sickeningly sweet remarks, you believed you were just another distraction until he got bored.

"Finally," the god released a groan, stretching his arms as he began to disrobe. "Feels like I've been out in that forest for ages." 

He noticed you watching as he pulled leaves out of his long hair, undoing the intricate weaving you prepared this morning. Small pieces of gold and little jewels were still strung in his locks. He smirked, staring back at you as he stroked his hair. 

"See something you like?" 

You looked away quickly. 

"I apologize for staring," you mumbled, embarrassed and trying to gesture to the bathroom. He was so full of himself. "Please my lord, your bath is ready." 

Philon grinned, strutting past you. 

As he made his way to the bath, the god began untying his once white tunic. It had been stained with spilt wine and dirt, remnants that surely came from the loud festival outside. But he stopped for a moment, watching you stand there without following. 

"Well come on now, these clothes aren't going to come off themselves!" The satyr said with a hearty laugh. 

You swallowed harshly. At Least being ravaged by a deity was better than any old satyr, you thought to yourself. The all male race had definitely not been easy to deal with.  Everyone was still outside the temple, busy celebrating this year's harvest thanks to Philon; he was usually the last one standing when it came to celebrations of himself.

You walked as slow as you could to the large porcelain bath. Philon sat on the edge of it and stuck a finger in the warm water, swirling it around as petals stuck to his skin. The pleasant aroma of the bath helped ease your nerves. 

He watched you shuffle in, poorly hiding a devious smirk behind his hand. Your shaky hands begin to undo the knot that he had clearly re-tied. 

You felt him staring down at you as warm breath hitting the top of your head. Your fingers struggled with the knot, sweat dripping down your brow as his stare grew intense. But he didn't stop you. Fumbling until your fingernail split, you successfully undid the knot. A small sacrifice to keep your dignity. You were glad the satyr didn’t seem to notice. 

At the removal of the knot, the rest of the satyr’s clothes came undone. His chiton fell to the floor gracefully piling around his feet. You had seen the deity in all his naked glory before, but for some reason this time it felt different. Maybe it was because you were the only one who had his attention. Or maybe, it was because it felt like he was burning holes into your face with how hard he was looking for your reaction. 

You ignored him, picking up the loose fabric that smelled of sweat and sweet wine to put in a small basket. Philon stepped into the tub, letting out an audible groan at feeling the water pool around his legs. You jumped at hearing him, the sensual noise catching you off guard. The lord lowered himself into the bath of petals and sweet smells as he waited for you to tend to him. Picking up the basket of clothes, you intended to get out as fast as you could. Bowing shortly you skittered towards the door. 

“Wait a minute,” the satyr beckoned you with a finger, eyebrows furrowed. “You don’t think you’re done, do you? How am I supposed to get clean?” 

He lifted his furry hoof, water dripping off of his lower half as you looked away; you were tempted to roll your eyes. Of course he wanted you to clean him. You reluctantly set down the basket, coming closer to the bath. You prayed to any other deities that could hear you, hoping they would save you from such a fate. 

But alas, nothing stopped you as you found a clean washcloth on the table behind the bath, near the flower oils and a bar of soap. You quickly grabbed it, dipping the washcloth in the bath water and furiously rubbing the chunk of lye. Maybe if you rushed, he wouldn’t have time to try and mess with you, right? That was the only hope you could cling to. 

But as soon as you were ready to begin bathing him, you froze. This was going to be a lot harder than you thought. You thanked the gods that bubbles covered his lower half, but his bare, dripping chest and biceps still sat before you.

“Start with my shoulders,” He commanded, resting his arms on the bath’s rim. “I’ve got a terrible ache.”

You bit your tongue and shimmied on your knees to the other side of the bath. “Of course.” 

His back was as clean as you’d expect of a god who lazed all day. The nape of his neck was slick with sweat and water, a flurry of freckles dotting his back; they almost seemed to form constellations. You brought the washcloth to his shoulders, feeling his muscles vibrating under your touch. The small divots and hills of his skin were smooth against your fingertips. Before you knew it you had soaped up his shoulders and back completely. He had let out a few, throaty groans at your work but you were too preoccupied to notice. The satyr let out a blissful sigh as he turned upward to look at you. 

“Don’t think your work is done yet, my little dove,” Philon grinned from upside down, fingers reaching out to graze your lips. He left your cheek wet with soap suds as you stayed put, mostly out of surprise. He cupped your cheek as you dared not to lean in or move away.

He then pointed to his head, the long reddish brown strands swaying as he moved. You were dazed for a moment until it clicked, your eyes lighting up with relief. Perhaps, all he really wanted was a bath? Maybe your hope was turning to delusion. 

You grabbed a fancy glass bottle, remembering from having seen it a thousand times while cleaning. You assumed that it was the right one for hair, and poured its contents. Lathering it in your hands, you came to find Philon’s hair was already wet, likely done by the deity in order to speed the process up. You could tell he was growing impatient.

You began from the top of his skull down to the tips of his long locks, thoroughly massaging the suds into his head. You got to the sides near his long, furry ears, rubbing the soap in as you heard him release another groan. They seemed nearly unintentional; the deity's eyes were shut as he let you mold him, his body lax.

You were careful to avoid his horns, their presence hindering your scrubbing. They were one of the few traits that defined the satyr. Other than his horns and ears, from the waist up you'd think he was human. Well, nearly. His kind tended to grow more hair and fur than humans, and this one in particular had the blood of a god flowing through his veins. 

You cupped the deity's chin and leaned his head back lightly, cupping water in your hands to wash out the lavender scented soap. He leaned his head backward and brought your arm to his chest.

Your hand went limp in his, afraid for a moment. You allowed yourself to keep washing the soap suds as he stroked your palm. Philon’s fingers messed with yours, prying open your hand that was balled into a fist. Warm, wet hands tickled your wrist as he intertwined his fingers with yours. 

You swiftly finished rinsing the soap, getting up to busy yourself with finding the rag you left somewhere. You swore you left it on the table only a few feet away. But before you could figure out the location of the rag, you felt your arm tugged by a slimy hand. 

"What's this?" Philon asked. He observed your broken nail. "What happened?"

You watched as he stroked your pointer finger, looking closely at the crack that divided your fingernail. 

"Just an accident. It doesn't impede my work." You said matter-of-factly.

"Well I can't have you working with an injury like this. It could get infected, you know. "

"But the soap--"

He put a finger to your lips, talking over you.

"No buts. In fact, I think this needs to be taken care of now before you injure yourself more."

You were unable to protest as he pulled your arms into the tub. Before you knew it, he had dragged you entirely in, making you let out a yelp as he embraced you with his arms. Your clothes quickly soaked as you flailed. 

Philon chuckled as shock and surprise fled your eyes. You bit your tongue to prevent from giving him a piece of your mind, not daring to extend your servitude sentence any longer. But boy, did you want to bite his head off.

"Awe, what's with the frown?" He grabbed your chin, twisting your face to admire the scowl you held. "glad I was able to make you wet, though."

You couldn't help but cringe, feeling the satyr grip your backside, both to hold you up and to cup a feel. You assumed you looked like a wet cat about now. 

"My lord, how am I supposed to do my work like this?" you said between gritted teeth.

The satyr kept grinning at you cheekily.

"I can't have you getting hurt again on my watch. You can keep washing me in the bath." He leaned back in the tub, waiting for you to make your move. 

Looking at his chest, you realized what he expected. He was still holding you, rubbing his large hands on your knees as you unintentionally straddled his waist. You didn't waste any time wondering what the protruding thing beneath you was.

At a loss for words, you decided to just keep working. Still holding onto the delusional hope of being able to finish quickly and leaving, you leaned forward to grab the soap from behind the Satyr. 

The awkward positioning reminded you just how odd and wrong this situation was. He was a deity, a forest spirit who could banish you to never step foot in a grassy plain in the region again; he could take you if he so pleased, nothing in his presence able to stop him from claiming you as many times as he wanted. 

It wasn't your place to be here, in a bath big enough to hold three, of which barely fit the both of you from the sheer size of the satyr. He touched you as if you were a lover, softly, taking in every crack and blemish in your skin. But that touch was also filled with authority; the way he touched you without looking for your acknowledgement, proved to you he knew there were no consequences. 

Philons’ hand traveled up your hip, caressing your side as you extended to grab the bar of soap. You nearly had it, but it was still out of reach. He merely watched as you struggled to grab it. You were too engrossed in reaching the slick bar of soap to see him come up close to you, breath tickling the hairs of your neck. A soft kiss was planted below your ear, the satyrs’ hand coming up to caress your jaw.

 You slipped without warning, which planted you face-first into his chest. Your nose burned from hitting his sternum so roughly, making your eyes tear up. His flush skin pressed on yours made you scramble up immediately, feet scurrying in the water to get off of him. Grabbing your hands he steadied you as you stuttered. 

"I'm so sorry!" You cried. While the satyr made your skin crawl, you still felt bad about planting yourself right between his tits. 

"Calm down," Philon chuckled, steadying you on his lap. "I never realized how much of a skittish little thing you were." You tensed as he brought your hand with the soap bar up to his chest. "Guess that's one more thing I enjoy about you."

His words nearly made you vomit. But the soap! You managed to grab it during the fall. The satyr almost looked disappointed when you ignored him and found the rag once more, watching you scrub the lye bar. Philon adjusted his legs beneath you, groaning as he "accidentally" grinded upward to get more comfortable. You would've scrambled off his lap by now if it weren't for his hands holding your damp hips. 

Rubbing Philon’s chest in a methodical motion, you watched as the cloth began to make white bubbles on his tanned skin. His ears twitched and you swore if he wasn't in the bath, you would see his tail doing the same. The deity was waiting in anticipation, licking his lips as he felt your soft hands on his torso. He panted, flexing his fingers into the flesh of your thighs. You sighed and looked up at him to see what all the fuss was. 

But his mouth was on you before you could ask. His forehead knocked against yours as he kissed you with a salivating mouth. Philon moved fast, pushing you backwards in the bath and pressing you against it; the water sloshing outside of the basin didn't stop him. Your arms stuck out awkwardly with your hands still holding the rag and soap. 

"Mmn…! I can't help myself anymore--" he cut himself off with a kiss to the side of your mouth, voice hoarse and impatient. "I tried to give you time… let you come to me to spare my pride, but I can't … can't wait any longer. " 

You squealed against his mouth, surprised and desperate for air. You knew the god would pounce, just unsure of when. And now was not the most convenient time. His soapy chest pressed into yours and dampened the rest of your clothes; his hands gripped hard onto the tub as he tried to get on top of you. His furry legs tickled yours under the water, ears flicking against your cheek as he smothered you with affection. He really had been holding back. 

"My lord--" your voice cracked as you tried to press yourself deeper into the tub to create space. Philon took the challenge, pressing harder. "Please this is no way to behave-!" You were cut off with a kiss as he straddled your waist and forced your hands into his hair. The rows and rows of indents that formed his curled horns were smooth in your hands; Philon moaned into your mouth each time you ran your hands down them to push him off. You twisted away from his mouth, biting his lip for an extra measure. 

"Why don’t you understand, I don't want this! Leave me alone!”

He laughed, belittling you with just one condescending look.

"I love the chase,” He licked his lip. "I think you'll find yourself yearning for me soon."

"What?" 

Philon reached for a fragile bottle of wine on the counter of soaps and oils. You never had the pleasure of tasting such a delicacy but have witnessed its effects on those who drank it. It was a well-known aphrodisiac in the region, and you wouldn't be caught dead drinking such a thing around a satyr. Nonetheless this bastard.

He eyed you, taking a sip but not yet swallowing. You fought to get out of his grasp now that his other hand was preoccupied; he managed to hold you down with his forearm, pushing it across your chest to keep you tucked against the bath. The water was beginning to grow cold, bubbles having disintegrated and the fragrant smells starting to diminish. The flower petals had long since dissolved, turning the water a rosy red. 

He threw the empty bottle to the floor with a clang, using his now free hand to try to pry open your mouth. As much as you stayed stubborn, you couldn't help but release a gasp when his long nails dug into your thigh. 

Philon slammed his mouth onto yours, forcing the wine down your throat and against your tongue.Tears welled in your eyes and your nose began to burn. The satyrs inhuman leg pressed itself against your crotch as your hands twisted into his. 

Letting go of your mouth with a wet "pop," philon came to recover your lips with his hand, nearly suffocating you. 

"Swallow. Swallow it." He looked at you with expectant eyes. "Be a good little human now."

You couldn't breathe, water sloshing next to your ears while the large creature forced himself onto you. For the satyr though, he couldn't get enough. The water dripped down your chest, your collar slightly open as you breathed heavily. You groaned against his fingers, just like he always wanted. 

You swallowed the thick, fermented juice, only out of fear for your life. The male let go as you gasped for air. 

"I'm going to make you give yourself to me." He said, as your chest heaved and your hands tried to push him back. "When you're desperate and drooling in only a few moments, you'll have to beg me to touch you."

You promised yourself you wouldn't, that you would keep that small sliver of dignity no matter how dire the situation was, no matter how badly you wanted to return home. But the wine was already starting to take effect. You felt it in your fingers and toes, ones that tingled and went numb. Your chest ached and a warm feeling spread down your stomach. 

"You're already feeling it, aren't you?"

The aphrodisiac was beginning to take its course. Your muscles tensed  as your body grew restless; Philon watched with a sadistic glint in his eyes. He stayed true to his words, refusing to touch you until you began to squirm. You put your hand to your crotch, trying to suppress the growing urge inside of you. The sweet aftertaste of the wine still lingered in your mouth. Philon growled, ears twitching and flicking the gold pieces embedded in his horns and hair. The wine was beginning to take its hold on him, too. Not that he would’ve needed it in the first place.

He panted, running his smooth fingertips down your wet clothes. You felt sticky and hot and impatient, breathing heavily as something inside you made you thirsty. Philon squeezed your chest with hungry hands; you could see the lust beginning to take over his snide expression, his normally insatiable libido somehow growing worse. 

“you're going to be begging on your knees for me.“

[nalgenewhore]

masterlist - ao3 - last chapter - next chapter 

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“Ress, Ress, wait,” Elide exclaimed, skittering to a stop as she tried to turn the corner. Her soft spoken bodyguard had been acting strangely ever since they had invited Fenrys to the palace. 

He reluctantly stopped, not meeting her eyes. “Hey, Elide.” Ress slunk away when she tried to touch his shoulder and she dropped her hand, a little pathetically. 

She tried to smile, tilting her head to the side, “I-I feel like no one’s seen you for ages, Ress. You know, if there’s ever something wrong, you can talk to me about it.” 

“Not about this,” he whispered. Ress looked down the hall, looking for a way to leave. 

Elide tried again, not ready to just let him leave, “Was it your boy?” She had a slight smile in her voice, trying to get a rise out of him or at least make him blush. His kind eyes hardened and she knew she had said the wrong thing. “Wait, Ress, please, I’m sorry- I-I didn’t mean to–” 

“Elide.” He said, his voice hard, brooking no room for argument. “I don’t want to talk about this and definitely,” he huffed a icy laugh, “definitely not with you, so please. Leave me alone.” Ress brushed by her without another word, walking quickly down the hall. 

Elide stood in shock, trying not to cry. After too long, she walked over to her old rooms, which they were fixing up for Fenrys. She nodded and tried to smile at the painters, whispering greetings to them. 

She sidled up to Lysandra, who was directing movers. “Hey.” 

Lysandra’s warm grin fell at Elide’s expression, “Hey, lovie. Wh-what’s wrong?” She ran a soothing hand down Elide’s back. 

“I think something happened with Ress and his boy and he- I think it’s my fault but I don’t know why,” Elide said, trying to not cry by tilting her face upwards. 

“How could it be your fault, El,” Lysandra asked, putting down her tablet. “He just wants a little space right now, I’m sure.” 

Elide nodded, not believing her friend in the slightest, but hoping she was right all the same. 

+*+*+*+*+*+*

Lorcan’s phone rang and he didn’t bother looking at the caller before he picked it up, “Hello?” 

“Lor, is that you, you fuckin’ bastard?”  

A lazy grin pulled at his lips and he sat back in his chair, propping his feet up on the desk, “Marama.” 

Fenrys laughed brightly and Lorcan could almost see his friend’s shit-eating grin. “Heard you're trying to steal some poor girl’s throne, hmm? Seems fitting for Hellas’ spawn.” 

Lorcan rolled his eyes, “Yeah, and you’re the poor guy they called to slap a ring on her pretty lil’ finger.” 

“Ooh, she’s pretty?”  

Elide Lochan was the most beautiful person he had ever seen, but Lorcan kept that to himself. “She’s… nice to look at.” 

“Mmm, is that jealousy?” 

Lorcan felt something grow in his chest and he swallowed, some of his joking swagger leaving him, “Have at her, Fen. She’s feisty. I think you’ll like her.” 

Fenrys chuckled again, “Tell me again how many times she’s slapped you. It brings me such joy.”  

“Sadist,” Lorcan grumbled, rubbing his forehead. “And twice. The first was an accident.” 

“And the second?”  

His cheeks burned and he was grateful he was in his rooms with no one around, “I… uh, I might’ve called her ‘sweetheart’ or something.” 

“Hellas save you, man. You really are a fucking dumbass.” 

Lorcan rolled his eyes again, “I realise that, Fen. When’s your plane getting in, anyway?” 

The man on the end of the line hummed, “Mmm, in a couple days. Did you know I get a fancy room at the palace?”  

“Yeah, well, me too,” Lorcan shot back, smiling smugly. “You aren’t that special.” Fenrys just huffed and something crossed Lorcan’s mind, “Hey, weren’t you talking to some guy? What, ah, what are you doing about that?” 

“I ended it,” Fenrys said in a nonchalant voice. “He seemed fine with it, so no feelings were hurt, I guess.”

“And what about you? Are you fine with it?” 

“Couldn’t be more fine with it.” 

“Mmm, whatever you say, Fen.” 

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Elide ran down the hall, trying to go as quickly as possible. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” she muttered, trying not to tip over in her three-inch heels. She was running as fast as she could, but her strides were shortened by her tight, fitted houndstooth skirt and the matching coat she carried in her arms. 

She attempted to slow down when she turned the corner into the foyer, but ended up sliding and windmilling her arms. Elide crashed into Rowan, groaning softly, “Shit, sorry, Ro.” She shrugged her coat on, flipping her hair out from under the collar. “How do I look?” 

“Ravishing,” said a new voice, one she had never heard before. Elide spun, her eyes landing on a beautiful man. “If I may say so myself.” 

“You must be Fenrys,” she replied, her cheeks burning. She surveyed him from head to toe. He had cut off his dreads, his hair now bleached blonde and shaved close to his skull. It was styled in a meticulous, 360° wave pattern, which no doubt took years of mastering. 

Fenrys smiled, his cheek dimpling, and then he bowed, “It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Lady Elide. I am humbled that you think someone like me could be your knight in shining armor.” 

Elide liked him immediately and laughed, holding out her hand for him to shake, “I am forever in your debt, good sir.” His hand was large and warm, his grip not too tight and not too loose. Perfect. “How was your trip from Doranelle?” 

“Oh, uneventful, I’d say. Lovely plane you’ve got,” he said, flashing her another grin. Fenrys’ dark eyes had a cheeky gleam in them that Elide instantly adored. 

“Oh, that old thing?” she asked flippantly. “That’s just something we have lying around.” Fenrys laughed, the sound warm and booming as it echoed through the hall. Elide smiled, turning back to Aelin and Rowan, who were in the midst of exchanging a secret glance. “Your Majesties, Fenrys Marama.” 

Fenrys bowed to Aelin, “My queen.” Aelin dipped her chin, sending a giddy grin to Elide. I like him, Elide mouthed as Fenrys and Rowan said their greetings. 

Elide looked around for Ress, wondering if her bodyguard was feeling better. In his place, another guard stood, looking much more intimidating and imposing than Ress ever did. She turned to Lysandra, whispering softly, “Where’s Ress?” 

“He’s taken some time off, not feeling well,” Lysandra murmured back. “Now, you and Fenrys are going to have a walk in the gardens. A photographer will be there, but just ignore them.” 

Elide nodded, turning back to Fenrys. The man smiled again, offering Elide his arm. She slipped her hand into his elbow and he said, “Shall we?” 

“We shall.” 

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Three days later and Elide didn’t think she would ever tire of Fenrys’ company. He was hilarious and kind, his humour more bold and obvious than Elide’s, but they paired well together. 

She had learned that his favourite colour was yellow, his birthday was exactly two months after hers - August twelfth - his favourite sport was soccer and he had gone to the University of Varese on a soccer scholarship. Though his degree was in political science, and he planned to become a lawyer, Fenrys had an aptitude for photography and carried his camera almost everywhere with him. 

His older brother, Connall, was quieter than him, the dark side of the same coin. They had grown up in Doranelle their whole lives. Fenrys said he was grateful that he was the spare, because it gave him the freedom to explore the world as he had always itched to do. 

“Ellie,” he called, beckoning her over to where he was bent over a flower bush. 

Elide walked over to him, leaning down next to him, “What is it?” 

“A butterfly,” he said, lifting his camera to snap a picture. It was as if the soft click of the frame had bothered the delicate creature and it took off, fluttering in the air to a new perch. Fenrys pouted, sad that his new friend left so soon. 

Elide chuckled, “Don’t worry, sweetie-pie.” That was a new thing they had started the other day. Elide called him ‘sweetie-pie’ and in return, Fenrys had dubbed her ‘honeybunch’. It annoyed everyone around them, these overly affectionate names, and the pair thrived off everyone’s irritation. 

Fenrys laughed softly and stood up, slinging his arm around her shoulders, “You hungry? I think it’s time for lunch.” 

She smiled, wrapping her arm around his waist, “You always think it’s time for…” Elide trailed off as a certain someone walked into the garden, a book in his hands. Immediately, she scowled. 

“Honeybunch, are you alright?” 

Elide nodded, still frowning as Lorcan sat down on a bench and opened his book. He must’ve noticed her staring and looked up, flashing her a cocky grin that she wanted to slap off his perfect, beautiful face. “‘m fine,” she muttered, balling her free hand into a fist. 

Fenrys looked up, following her eyeline to Lorcan, who he faked a confused frown at, deciding it would be best if Elide didn’t know their connection. “Who’s that?” 

“Hellas incarnate,” she said, tugging Fenrys along to the castle. “He’s the other heir. I hate him.” 

Fenrys nodded thoughtfully, squeezing her shoulder comfortingly, “Don’t worry, he won’t succeed. That’s why I’m here.” 

“Ah, yes, my knight in shining armor,” Elide said in a simpering tone, batting her eyelashes. 

Her friend rolled his eyes, bumping her with his hip, “Shut up, stupid.” 

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My dearest honeybunch, snookums, Elide, Meet me in the garden, at dawn, should you dare Forever and truly, Your most beloved sweetie-pie 

Elide snorted at the note in her hand once more, shaking her head as she walked down the stairs. The whole proposal was planned out and still, Fenrys had used every loophole that he could to make it feel like it wasn’t just a business deal. 

She wore a pretty pink midi skirt and an oversized, cream-coloured sweater. On her feet she had on another pair of rounded-toe pumps, cream to match her top. Her hair was curled and loosely falling down her back, two sections pinned in the back to pull her hair away from her face. 

Nerves fluttered in her stomach as she walked out into the garden, spotting Fenrys sitting beneath a lilac tree. He stood up when he saw her, smiling broadly, “Good morning, Elide.” 

“Good morning, Fenrys,” she said, rolling her eyes when he took her hand and bent to kiss her knuckles. “Will you tell me why you’ve summoned me out here?” 

“Let us sit,” he told her, motioning her to the stone bench he had been resting upon. 

Elide sat, her hands folded in her lap. Fenrys joined her, his knee knocking into hers. She knew the paparazzi and the press were peeking through the garden fence and gate, their cameras flashing as they snapped a flurry of shots. “Over the past week,” Fenrys started, reaching over to hold her hands in his, “I have had the absolute pleasure of getting to know you and I have fallen desperately in love with your entire being.” 

Elide bit her lip to stop from laughing, nodding serenely, “Of course.” 

Fenrys’ eyes held a warning light, telling her if she laughed, he would laugh too. “And I can’t imagine the rest of my life without you so I ask thee,” he slid off the bench, smoothly pulling a velvet box from his pocket as he kneeled and flipped the lid open, “if you would do me the greatest honour in life and become my wife. Elide Amara Lochan, will you marry me?” 

She lifted her hand to her throat, the tears in her eyes forming in an effort to keep from snorting and ruining it all, “Oh, sweetie-pie. Yes, yes, yes, a million times yes!” Fenrys grinned wickedly and slid the ring onto her finger. 

Elide flung her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. “Thank you, Fen,” she whispered, eyeing the diamond ring on her finger. 

“The pleasure is all mine,” he said, wrapping his arms around her waist and lifting her with him as he stood up. 

For some reason, the sinking feeling in her gut didn’t dissipate and Elide had to hold back tears of grief. 

Everything is fine, she told herself, you’re happy. The happiest you’ve ever been.

+*+*+*+*+*+*

“I believe congratulations are in order,” Lorcan drawled as Elide walked into the library. 

She froze and turned, glaring at him. “Thank you,” she said tightly, her back straight. “I’m very happy with him.” 

“Oh, I don’t doubt it,” he replied, smirking at her before returning to his book. He could tell she hadn’t moved and looked up again, “Is there something I can help you with, sweetheart?” Her cheeks reddened as her eyes flashed dangerously. 

Lorcan idly thought he should be scared of her, but he wasn’t in the slightest. He ran his eyes down her body, stifling the urge to reach out and wrap her up in his arms. She looked so soft in her black leggings and slouchy grey cashmere sweater that slipped down one arm. 

“I am,” Elide insisted, her knuckles turning white as she gripped her stack of books. “I am very happy with Fenrys. We’re in love.” 

Lorcan snorted, looking down at his book. He didn’t read a single word, “Don’t be dumb.” 

“I am not dumb, Lorcan,” she hissed. 

“Hmm, I don’t think you’re dumb, I think you’re being dumb,” he said, flipping the page. “Because if you were being smart, you would know that you could never be happy with Fenrys and,” he lifted his eyes up to her angered gaze, her cheeks still pink, “he could never fall in love with someone like you.” 

The angered light in her eyes guttered. It was replaced by crushing sorrow and she quickly looked away from him, “Well, you would know, wouldn’t you? I can’t ever imagine someone loving you.” Without another word, Elide turned away from him and walked deeper into the library. 

+*+*+*+*+*+*

“Ready?” 

Elide breathed out slowly, resting her hand on Fenrys’ forearm, “Ready as I’ll ever be.” 

They walked to the formal dining room, their steps sure and measured. “You look rather dashing,” Elide said, appraising her fiancé in a fitted suit. 

Fenrys flashed her a grin, taking her hand and twirling her under his arm. Elide laughed, but the unwarranted thought in her mind was that it felt nothing like when Lorcan had spun her around. “As do you,” Fenrys said, resting his hand on her lower back, her black dress offering an open back. The neckline was square with delicate straps, its skirt ending just beneath her knees with a back slit that allowed her to walk normally even with the snug fit.  

Fenrys led her to the hall and Elide saw Ress standing with Lysandra at the door. He didn’t look pleased to be there, so she held herself back and simply nodded at him. He gave her a small smile and she tucked the little victory into her heart, not noticing how he glanced at Fenrys and immediately dropped his gaze. 

She didn’t notice how Fenrys locked his jaw and stared straight ahead, tears burning in his eyes, either.

“Are we ready?” Lysandra asked, her eyes sparkling. Elide nodded, shooting her friend a grateful smile.

She and Fenrys waited outside the room as the majordomo announced from inside, “Presenting, her royal Grace, Lady Elide, and Lord Fenrys of Doranelle.”

The double doors were pulled open by two men. The couple smiled and waved politely as they walked to their seats. Aelin and Rowan were standing at the head of the table. 

The queen stayed standing as the guests all sat, raising her glass of champagne to Elide and Fenrys, “Thank you all for joining us today as we celebrate the engagement of my dear cousin, Elide, and Fenrys. I could not be more happy for the two of you.” She lifted her glass as the others did and toasted, “To Elide and Fenrys!” 

Elide lifted her glass, staring across the table at Lorcan as he mockingly tilted his head to the side and toasted them. “To the happy, happy couple,” he said, just loud enough for Elide to hear him. 

+*+*+*+*+*+*

Elide viciously cut a bite-sized piece of her veal, scowling the entire time at Lorcan, who just smiled back at her and chewed slowly on his own food. 

She hoped that he choked. 

He spoke quietly with his aunt, who looked like she wanted to throttle either Elide or Fenrys or maybe the both of them. 

Elide smirked at the thought, smug knowing she had bested Maeve. Her uncle looked displeased as well as he pushed his food around his plate, glowering down at something and on occasion, up at Lorcan. 

She watched as Vernon lifted his head to glare at her arch nemesis. Lorcan just sipped on his whiskey and regarded Vernon with a bored expression, his body language open and unimpressed. Glancing down his frame, Elide swallowed hard at the sight of his white dress shirt. Lorcan had forgone a tie, somehow managing to pull it off and not look out of place amidst Elide’s formally dressed guests. He wore a navy suit, the colour making an arresting match with his copper skintone. 

The top buttons of his shirt were opened, the white material straining over his muscular chest. She caught a glimpse of black ink and a flush appeared on her chest as she imagined tracing her tongue over it. 

Shaking her head, she looked up at Fenrys, smiling, “How are you?” 

He lowered his head to her ear, “I’m doing quite well, Elide. And you?” 

“I’m good,” Elide said, sighing in relief when servers cleared their plates for the next course. “Bit tired.” 

He slid his hand between the back of the chair and her, easing the strain from her shoulders with a soothing touch. Elide sighed, easing into it by a bit. It still wasn’t as comfortable as she wished it was. 

It was the touch of a friend, a confidant, but not one of a lover. Shame coursed through her as the memory of Lorcan’s hand on her back was the first thing she thought of. 

Fenrys’ touch was nothing like that and she wished so badly that it was. 

+*+*+*+*+*+* 

Lorcan watched Fenrys rub Elide’s back, watched how she let the royal, regal mask slip. A pang of jealousy echoed in his chest and he knocked back the rest of his whiskey, savouring the slight burn that accompanied the amber liquid. 

Still, she didn’t relax completely. An image of her, something his mind made up, took up his brain. Elide, tired and exhausted, melting into his side. She smiled sleepily, wrapping her arms around his waist and pressing her face into his chest. He dropped whatever he was doing and lifted her into his arms, gently carrying her to a bed - their bed. 

The hissing voice of his aunt startled him out of his reverie. “What, Maeve,” he said, looking down at his plate to find that they had moved onto the last course of desert. Thank the Creator. 

“Were you even listening to a thing I said,” she snapped, viciously deconstructing the delicate chocolate and espresso pot de crème. 

“No.” Lorcan looked at Fenrys, who was shooting him a worried look as he glanced between Lorcan and Maeve and Elide’s horrid uncle. If Lorcan had to choose one man he hated with his entire soul, it was Vernon Lochan. He had heard the story of Elide’s injury and the moment he had met Vernon, he had had to refrain from inflicting the very same pain and abuse onto the weaselly regent. “What do you want?” 

His aunt huffed, “We still have a chance at the throne, Lorcan.” 

“Of course we do,” he said drily, watching Fenrys whisper something that had Elide covering her mouth with her hand as she laughed. Her eyes sparkled and her nose scrunched up and she looked so happy. 

Lorcan hated Fenrys in that moment. He hated him so damn much. 

+*+*+*+*+*+*

Maeve had finally left. She had been telling him bullshit about how they could still win, Elide could still be ineligible. 

Eventually, he had just told her he would talk to her another day and he was tired. Lorcan stood on the dining room balcony, staring out at the forest. He had a crystal glass of whiskey in his hands, the singular ice cube melting. Lorcan had been waiting too long to drink it. 

The door opened behind him and he didn’t need to turn to know that it was Fenrys. 

“Lorcan,” Fenrys said, his voice low. 

He turned, offering a tight smile, “Congrats, Fen. I’m real happy for you guys.” Lorcan drank deeply from his glass, a slight buzz numbing him. “Real fuckin’ happy.” 

Fenrys arched a brow, not believing him in the slightest. In his hands, he carried an unopened bottle of liquor, “Really?” 

“Mm-hmm. I think you’ll,” he coughed, his throat tight, “you’ll make her really happy, Fen.” 

“Lor, don’t fucking lie to me.” 

“I am not fucking lying to you, Fen,” he said, his voice raising. “I hope that you make Elide Lochan happy. I hope that she makes you happy because if she doesn’t, what the fuck is the point of any of this?” He waved his hand, “Yeah, and I know it’s my fault, it’s all I think about.” 

Lorcan breathed in deeply, putting his glass down, “You told me you were in love, Fen. With that boy, you called me when you were blackout drunk and were crying over how much you loved him. How do you just… give that up for some girl you don’t know?” 

Fenrys sighed heavily, rubbing his eyes, “The boy… he didn’t love me. Not yet, at least, and I couldn’t stand waiting around for it so… yeah. I gave whatever that was up for some girl I didn’t know. She needed help, don’t you get that?” 

Lorcan just shook his head and pulled Fenrys into a tight hug. Better than most people, he thought to himself, not noticing dark eyes watching him through the opened door.

+*+*+*+*+*+*

an: ......i feel like that was a lot of stuff that happened. wow. 

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[takuyakistall]

i want you | leona kingscholar

summary: you forgot lions had good ears.

tags: fluff..?, slight angst, maybe.

author's notes: HAPPY BIRTHDAY U SEXY LION I LOVE UUU

He knew that you wanted someone that wasn't him- someone more kind, gentle, and patient than him. Someone who was the opposite of him, he knew that. He would never change so drastically just for one person in this lifetime so he tried pursuing you as his true self- lazy, arrogant, and selfish. He would never admit it but, he knew that his chances were low and yet he still found himself courting you in a subtle manner. He became somewhat a friend to you and it wasn't an exaggeration to say that he despised it. Oh, how he hated it so much! It was never the impression he wanted to give you- perhaps he's been too nice? He knew how you looked at other men, admiration seeping from your expression. It made his heart feel like it's being squeezed by your gentle hands. He hated how he became such a fool- foolish enough to fall for someone whom he knew he didn't have a chance with. Yes, he was an arrogant lion. It was unusual for him to think about these trails of thoughts about not having a chance, it can't be helped. His whole body and mind was a mess because of you. He hated it.

It was his birthday. It wasn't unusual for him to stay inside the school grounds during this time of the month, he didn't want to go back to his country to celebrate his birthday, it felt too uncomfortable for him. So the Savanaclaw dorm members decided to bring it to their own hands to give their dearest dorm leader a birthday celebration. Lying down on his bed, he stared at his ceiling. Night already fell but the party outside his room didn't seem like it was going to stop any soon. You told Leona that you were meeting someone today, and you would be late to the party. Leona's face scrunched up when he recalled your happy expression, were you having fun with someone else right now? He expected you to be late but it was a bit too late for his liking- and we know that he isn't exactly the most patient person out there. His mood took a sour turn as he turned to lie down on his side, he wasn't really feeling it today. The loud music and shouting outside were irritating, yet he made no effort to spoil their fun. It was somewhat a special day after all, he'll let them be for now. He heard his door swing open, his ears perked up.

"Leona…? Sorry for being so late, I hope you're not too angry with me." It was you. Even if he didn't turn around to see your form, he could always recognize your scent and the sound of your voice. He was glad that you actually came and didn't forget about him, but when he turned around to meet your eyes- he was greeted by your trembling form and teary eyes. Shit, you were crying. His first instinct was to stand up immediately and approach you- he really didn't know how to react but he asked you the important question. "Who did this to you?" The calmness of his voice scared you when you got a good glimpse of his face. He was furious, he looked ready to murder someone and that wasn't very reassuring of him but it showed that he at least cared- and that was all you need. Your legs gave in and you fell to the ground, had it not been for Leona standing close to you, you would've gotten your head hit by the bedframe and things would get ugly. "Oi! Are you okay!?" Leona's voice was panicky as he held you in his arms.

You were paired up with someone from your class for a project about a certain plant you couldn't quite remember the name of- perhaps it was a black lotus or…? Gah, nevermind. What matters is that apparently, the only way to bloom one of those plants are emotions- they feed on emotions. The stronger they are, the faster they grow. And so you and your partner decided to go out on a little date- he had an ulterior motive when he asked you out and yet you had no idea so without hesitation, you agreed. "Hey, what if we tell stories about ourselves to each other? Maybe that'll bring out some strong emotions and this project will be a breeze!" It seemed so harmless- the idea was harmless. Your partner knew that you had a little crush on Leona- and oh wow, He was in Savanaclaw too! You could probably guess where this is going now. The both of you asked the other with some small questions until-

"Hey, do you have some kind of crush on our dorm leader or something?" The sudden question took you aback, you thought you'd been discreet about that! How could someone possibly know of your silly little crush on the lion? You didn't respond to his question but your face said all the answers he needed to hear. His mouth curled up into a smirk, "You should give up."

"Eh…?" You didn't expect to hear these words from your partner- in such a cold tone no less. Your heart fell. Give.. up…? Were you hearing him correctly? How could he possibly say those words to you- your hands felt hot and sweaty as your vision blurred. Your partner glanced at the flower the both of you were raising and smirked when he saw it rising in a rapid speed. 'Good, Let's keep this up.'

"That's right. There's no way I could see Leona-senpai dating someone- a commoner no less. I think his love life is already set in stone because he's a prince, who knows? He might be marrying a foreign princess soo-" You slapped him before he could finish that sentence. Tears were falling uncontrollably and your face was flushed with embarrassment and shame. You noticed that something was off the moment he smiled- it was the plant. You glanced at it and your hunch was right, it was blooming at a rapid pace because of your turbulent emotions. "I can't believe you!" You ran off, with a tear stained face.

"No, I'm not okay." You didn't feel that well, you were mentally drained and your emotions were a mess. Leona could hear the crack in your voice. Reluctantly, he wrapped his arms around you, embracing you wholly. "I know I'm not the person you want, but I'm here for you." Those words sent shivers down your spine, what made him think that way? You wanted him. You wanted him with your whole being- you longed to be with him. The subtle hints you dropped for him- did he not notice it? You tried to make Leona loosen his grip on you for a moment to look him in the eye, the fireworks outside was booming as the dorm members shouted in awe. You don't know if he could hear you with all the noises outside, but you needed to tell him- "I love you. You're the one I want." There was one thing you forgot though- lions had a good sense of hearing.

Leona's eyes widened before smirking- he was ecstatic. He leaned down to whisper into your ear in his low voice- "How do you think this ends?" And he trapped your lips with his in a passionate kiss.

[nad-zeta]

Hi! I don’t know if you’re still taking asks but I would like to request a matchup! I’m 5’6 with olive skin and ringletted ebony hair with maroon-brown eyes and 👓 Not to brag but I’m also thicc xD I’m a usually nice and kind hearted person, but am also a bit lazy and can be a bit passive aggressive when I don’t like someone xD I also have a dirty mind xD I like to draw (that includes NSFW ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)) and cook too! I also love animals, especially cats 🐱 I also value loyalty in relationships

Hi hi, love! Thanks so much for the request and sorry for taking soooo long with it! I hope you enjoy and I hope you have the best day! (✿◠‿◠)

So I match you with.............. Shingen

The first time you meet Shingen was when Yuki saved you from falling to your death, down a steep dark cliff. You had spotted Shingen and damn what a gorgeous man he was. However, all that was short-lived as soon Masamune had tracked you down and dragged you back to the castle, where you were named as the princess of the Oda forces. It took some time to adjust to the castle life, but soon you found yourself fitting right in with the mixed bunch of men. They had actually come to love and adore you so much that they dubbed you their dearest little sister.

You loved your new Oda friends, but gosh, they were all up in your business 24/7. Also, you loved to draw, often you would lock yourself in your room and just spend hours upon hours drawing. You couldn’t help it, when you felt inspired; you just felt the urge to draw. Although there is a slight downside, unfortunately for you, Masamune had discovered your talents. Thankfully he took your natural scenery sketchbook, cause heaven knows you would never have lived it down if he had stumbled upon your NSFW sketchbook. He and Mitsuhide would tease you for days, no years if he had discovered that.  

You had been working super hard and needed some time alone do to what you loved most, draw. You felt inspired to draw a certain somebody you had met the night of the fire. You collected up your sketchpad and pencils and set out to find a peaceful spot to sit and draw the day away. You had wandered a little far from the castle wall, but it was all worth it, as you had stumbled upon a vast flower field. You sat yourself down beneath a great big tree and started to draw, you had lost track of time, as when you looked up from your finished drawing, the sun was swiftly setting. It was getting darker and darker by the second and thanks to the lack of electricity soon you were surrounded by pitch-black darkness, and you didn’t know how to make your way home. Luck had not been on your side that night, as some bandits had started to circle you like a fresh piece of meat. You were really in trouble, it was dark, you were woman alone in a field, and you were now on the radar of some super dodgy men. You grabbed your bag and ran, to where, you did not know, as long as it was far away from those dirtbags. You ran and ran and ran but to no avail as soon the men had caught up to you and had now grabbed you. 

You screamed your lungs out, hoping someone would come to your aid, and as if the angels in heaven had heard and answered your prayers, a big bear of a man appeared. The big tall, handsome man wasted no time in drawing his sword and getting into stance. The bandit that had captured you, now threw you to the ground and pulled out his weapon. “I hope you scoundrels are ready to pay with your lives for mistreating such a beautiful goddess.” You tried to stand up and run while the men were distracted, but as you stood up, a sharp pain shot through your ankle. The sword fight was over before it even started, as the bandits were clearly no match for your handsome saviour, they scurried away, leaving you with the man. You looked up at Shingen and smiled as you thanked him. The man knelt down and offered you a hand up, “are you alright, my angel.” You narrowed your eyes at that cheezy comment and broke out into laughter, you were most definitely not okay. “No, I think I sprained my ankle, and my brothers are going to kill me for staying out so late.” Before you could even finish your sentence, he picked you up and cradled you in his arms, he then started carrying you back to the main road. The two of you chatted as he walked, and the second Shingen came into the light you realized who he was.

You insisted he leave you on the main road, as you knew your way back from there. He was honestly reluctant but relented after you gave him the puppy dog eyes. He then kissed your hand and bid you good night, although unbeknown to you, Shingen watched you make your way home from the shadows. Once you got to the main gate you were met with a very, very worried Hideyoshi, “And just where have you been young lady, do you….” Before he finished his sentence, he looked down and saw your ankle, his eyes widened, and he rushed to your side to help you walk. He then picked you up bridal style and took you to Ieyasu’s manor to patch you up. You had to write a full report of what had happened, and once you handed it in, the oda forces started hunting for those rotten bandits that dared lay a hand on their dearest sister.

A few weeks had passed, and your ankle finally felt better, you snuck out the castle and make your way back to the flower field to draw once more. You sat down and started to sketch when all of a sudden you heard the rustling of a nearby bush. On high alert, you swiftly stood up, when all of a sudden, you were knocked down by a small force. You opened your eyes to see two big brown eyes staring back at you. That is when you realized you had stumbled upon a little bear cub. You breathed a sigh of relief and started playing with the cute cub, soon the little creature was all played out and came to rest on your lap. You continued your sketch, a few moments later a loud smooth voice startled you. “That is quite some drawing you have there my angel.” Your eyes widened in shock and embarrassment, and you moved to close your sketchbook, but alas you were too slow, as two big hands had lifted the book out of your hands and held it up in the air to examine it. You covered your face in embarrassment, Shingen gave a sly smirk as he studied the NSFW picture you were busy sketching of him, you honestly couldn’t help it, he was an absolutely gorgeous man. He gave a chuckle and returned the book to you “I must say I am flattered that such a celestial being has taken an interest in a mere mortal like myself.” You couldn’t help but laugh and playfully hit him on the chest. He really was a charmer.

Since that day it seemed that every time you went to the flower field to sketch Shingen and the little bear would conveniently just appear out of thin air. Soon you started to anticipate meeting the mysterious man. You had come to really enjoy his company, the two of you would often play with the cub and sip on some tea, courtesy of Shingen. Soon both of you found yourselves falling head over heels for each other. Shingen loved your drawings, he loved to sit and watch you draw, the way your hands would gracefully bring the image in your mind to life. He also loves that dirty mind of yours and would often tease you relentlessly.

You knew the man’s birthday was coming up via your best ninja friend Sasuke and wanted to do something nice for Shingen. You decided to use your two greatest talent and make the man you loved, a homemade gift. You had met Shingen in your usual spot in the flower field and presented him with his gift. He unwrapped the bundle with the utmost care, and his eyes widened when he saw the contents inside. You had made him some sickly sweet confectionaries and a drawing of him playing with the lil bear cub in the flower field. He was honestly so touched, never in his life had anyone given him such a thoughtful gift. He took a bite of the sweets you had made for him and he melted, it was the best sweets he had ever eaten in his life. The only thing that could possibly make Shingen even happier was if you loved him as much as he loved you.

He moved to hug you, to thank you for the gift when the bear decided at that moment to jump up onto Shingen making him lose his balance, soon the two of you toppled over, with Shingen laying beneath you. Your hand were on either side of his head, and honestly, before you knew it, you had leaned down to capture his lips in a kiss. Things escalated rather quickly as not before long both of you were out of breath, smiling the biggest smiles.

Even though Shingen was a bit of a playboy in his past, he was now utterly and completely devoted to you and you to him. He loved you more than words could describe and he spent every day of his life showering you with kisses and affection. Of course, you being an Oda princess, with a group of overly protective brother made thing quite tricky for the two of you, but you were working towards getting their permission to go back home with Shingen.  

Shingen adored the fact that you were an honest, sweet, kind, caring woman, and he often wondered what he did right in life to deserve the love of such a celestial being. You were honestly the most kind-hearted person that he knows, helping every animal and person in need. In fact so kind-hearted that you were the first person in history to open an animal rescue for injured and homeless animals. A project that not only Shingen supported but all your oda brothers

Often the two of you cuties can be found walking in hand through the markets, just enjoying each others company. When you and Shingen aren’t together playing with the bear cub in the flower field, you are spending a quiet evening together in Shingen’s safe house. You would often be found nestled in Shingen’s arms as he showers you with endless love and sweet kisses

Other potential matches.............. Masamune 

I hope you enjoyed this love! (◕ᴗ◕✿)

[thliahls]

b-b-b-back once again , cldn’t wait can’t be tamed .. as with all my intros .. tis a doozy so feel free to mssg me for a tl;dr if we feelin lazy i will totally understand , or scroll to the wc’s i tried to think of as many as possible bc i wanna plot wit every1 )): !! anyhaps like this n i will come force my heathen of a gurl on u !

⌠ GRACIE ABRAMS, 20, CISFEMALE, SHE/HER ⌡ welcome back to gallagher academy, THALIA HALL! according to their records, they’re a FIRST year, specializing in AWARENESS TRAINING, BREATH CONTROL, HAND TO HAND COMBAT + THREAT ELIMINATION and they DID go to a spy prep high school. when i see them walking around in the halls, i usually see a flash of dirt under a meticulously painted manicure, the shrill ring of her phone and poorly treated books creased at the spine. when it’s the (scorpio)’s birthday on 11/02/2000, they always request FISH FINGERS from the school’s chefs. looks like they’re well on their way to graduation. 

biography / pinterest

was born in the states but dad and her moved back to england the year she was born, which was also the year he graduated blackthorne. his mother was ‘never in the picture’ which has left her imagination to go down several paths, discontent with all of them. unfortunately daddy dearest crafts a space where she’d never dare ask ! she has a bit of an obsession with the blackthorne graduation ritual because of it .

was immediately placed under the care of two retired spies, sort of a foster care system within the spy community. dad still visited whenever he wasn’t working and still technically had full custody over her. up until she went to prep school, led a very sheltered life. homeschooled by them, but they were fairly lax. her dad expected a certain amount of training to be done, but her and her foster siblings usually mucked about a fair bit. her training would always be done in the form of games which she discovered early on that she loved to win, it made her fiercely competitive.

was very spoiled by them, grew up in a huge country estate and excelled in her home school classes without trying, which made her extremely entitled. she’d often wrestle with her siblings in the garden , and bring them to tears . biting them, pulling their hair, slapping them around . it would earn her a slap on the wrist , but it was never anything a sorry couldn’t fix . spends her free time laying in the grass reading , and learning the romance languages and was raised speaking cantonese bc that’s her foster parents native language . more invested in the sociology of linguistics and how it can be used to assert and diminish power but only cares for this in a self-serving way .

spy prep rolls around and it’s very exciting ! as predicted ( by herself lmao ) she does well, without even having to try. socially , she drifts through groups , picking up on cues on how to interact , what works well and what doesn’t . doesn’t find anyone particularly interesting and would much rather be reading but by not having any sort of allegiance to one particular group , it ends with her being very well-liked . the top marks is unsurprising, further fuelled by some amusing competition , finding that her desire to earn good grades comes more from wanting to spite others than actually wanting to achieve good grades . finals roll around and she gets the highest grade in her year and in tandem with being well liked, earns her place as valedictorian . she’s very proud of herself, not for earning valedictorian, but for besting aylin . 

in the months prior , on a field trip she meets a boy and for the first time in ever , exudes big dumb energy gets his number , starts texting him , starts sneaking off campus to meet him ... he’s a total casanova , a big romantic and exactly like the protags in the romance novels she reads . it’s a big prep school no-no but as long as no one finds out it’s fine ! then walks in aylin, and destroys her whole career by reporting her ( she doesn’t know for sure it was her , but has her suspicions since their rivalry had run throughout the entirety of prep school ). she’s kicked out , denied graduation , valedictorian and is humiliated . she calls her civilian boyfriend the night of , but his line’s already been disconnected , presumably threatened / beat up by her lovely dad .

her father is livid , but is able to use his connections to get her a place at another , less prestigious prep school and negotiates with the school to take her to and fro every day , like he’s picking her up from daycare . he stops working for a full year to do this , and expects her to feel indebted to him . the monotony of repeating the year makes her irritable, made worse by the snickers she constantly hears in the hallways . but she has gallagher to look forward to , knowing she’ll still be going there because continuing tradition is important to her father , who also decided her majors for her and had a big argument with him when she asked if she could take linguistics ! he makes her call him every single night at 6p.m. if she misses a call , he contacts the school . she hates him . 

personality 

passive aggressive emphasis on the aggressive : is always withholding judgement, but inevitably always lets a comment slip. think, ‘   you’re so confident to wear whatever you want to,   ’ or, ‘   wow ! that colour’s so bright i almost need sunglasses !   ’ petty as hell  in all respects physically too , spots a bruise on your arm ? you bet she’s gonna press it and ask if that hurts, then say sorry when you yelp . 

hypocritical : detests people who don’t try but doesn’t try herself and justifies it by getting really good grades . believes there’s no point sleeping with someone unless you love them , then will drunkenly hook up with someone that very same night . 

hope less romantic : she has no hope for others but remains a romantic . thinks people have given up on courting people and wooing them . expects flowers at her door , good morning texts and candlelit dinners . leaves secret admirer notes under people's door to people she thinks are cute and thinks she might have a crush on in the future , quite creepy but at least she doesn't use magazine clippings anymore ! 

spiteful : life is a game and she wants to win it ! makes everything into a competition , even unconsciously . goes up to the adjacent treadmill and makes the speed and incline several points higher than the person next to her . painting your nails with her ? she’ll make sure hers looks better and point out that you didn’t coat the ends of your nails . board game night with her is fun for no one but her , i’m so sorry if she ever ropes you into one !

bookworm : her disgustingly high standards about love come from her singular past relationships and books . read one too many jane austen’s and now she’s crazy

loyal : her loyalty is hard to earn , but once you’ve got it , you’ve got it .

*think the arrogant exterior of jesse eisenberg as zucc in the social network with emaline addario ( everything sucks ) type dramatics every so often to keep it spicy !

wanted connections

toxic friendship ! a slow burn relationship of passive-aggressiveness and co-dependency, one day they stop taking her shit or say they’re going to but always end up in each other’s company at the end of the day . or maybe one day they don’t come back to her and thalia is forced to admit she may have been too harsh .

hook-ups she has when drunk ! which she will only have when drunk , to follow her unspecified , no rights , belief system . will pretend like she does not know you the next day . oh to be a romantic , but a scorpio . a tough life .

people she has crushes on ! and leaves handwritten poetry under their door or in their notebooks , absolutely humiliating that she acts this way ! bonus points for a note that’s left under the door and the wrong person reads it . 

sparring buddies but make it feral ! no rules sorta deal, out in the woods, scratches from twigs, bloodied rocks, anything to let some of her pent up aggression out . they can go swimming after : )

daddy issues gang ! someone hears her on the phone in the hallway , inquires , proceeds to talk about how much they hate their fathers . thalia tells them how she’s going to kill him one day <3 alternatively , her father may have been the cause or implicated in the death of your chara’s loved one .

roommates ! self-explanatory , but she probably dislikes them and is unfairly harsh on them . sets rules but lets herself be exempt from them stuff like that x also for berlin she requested a room by herself lmao n deluded herself into thinking she wld be accommodated , thus i’m going to leave whoever she rooms with up to fate and she will hate it regardless of whoever she gets roomed with !

someone who hates aylin as much as she does ! yes this is deserving of a whole connection , thalia would probably die for this person . alternatively , aylin’s friends who she hates as a byproduct of hating aylin or tries to get them to hate aylin .

rivals ! because it’s the only thing that motivates her to do well in school .  

encryption major ! who helps her find out about her dad’s past , and present . what he’s done and what he continues to do . also a way for her to maybe switch one of her majors to linguistics and hacking a report that says she’s still in her predetermined majors .

take a chill pill ! someone who gets her to relax , makes her watch reality television which she relentlessly criticizes , but this person won’t give up trying to make her less of an awful human bean .

anything else ! i am , as the kids say , down to clown .

[captain-kingliamsqueen]

Unconditional Love - Until We Meet Again - Part 10 (Liam x MC)

Pairing: Liam x MC

Summary: …DISTANCE MEANS SO LITTLE, WHEN SOMEONE MEANS SO MUCH!

When King Liam manages to break free from his Marriage to madeleine and takes a trip to new York for the biggest UN event of the century. What happens when his suitcase doesn’t make it to new York with him. when a stranger comes to his rescue to find appropriate clothing for the Event. What happens when he meets the woman of his dreams but she already has a home along with a Multi-billion dollar business in New York. 

Word Count: 4,225

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It was six months later, the night before the wedding, Kayliegh and Liam were in the main dining room eating together before they went their separate ways. They were both staying at the Palace, one was staying in their quarters whilst the other was staying on the opposite side of the palace.

“I really wish we didn’t have to stay in different rooms tonight” Kayliegh sighed

“me too, but its tradition, plus you’re the one that said to me last week, when I protested it, that we had to because it was tradition” Liam laughed

“I know but…I’ll miss you” she smirked

“I’ll miss you too, but just think, when we see each other tomorrow, it will be so special” 

“I know but it’s still a shitty tradition, and why on earth would you even listen to me saying that, just hearing it back sounds awful” she huffed

Liam laughed “if you don’t want to do it, why did you suggest it?”

“because I’m stupid Liam that’s why” she laughed as she placed her knife and fork on her empty plate, followed by Liam doing the same.

“I tell you what, why don’t we take a walk around the garden before we go our separate ways”

“okay…I suppose that might make me feel better” she smirked as she stood from her seat followed by Liam. The two headed outside towards the flower garden hand in hand.

“are you nervous about tomorrow?” Liam asked

“honestly…no…I’m not nervous…I know I want to spend the rest of my life with you, I know you’re a good man and I wouldn’t want to be with anyone else” Kayliegh replied “are you?”

“I was a little…people like me don’t normally get the love story…the happy ending…but knowing that you aren’t nervous and you’re sure that this is what you want, makes me not so nervous” he smiled as he squeezed her hand

“Liam…” Kayliegh whispered with a smile.

After their walk around the garden, the two headed inside once they reached the royal quarters, they stopped walking. Liam took Kayliegh’s hands in his as he turned to face her.

“are you sure we can’t just stay together?” she pouted.

“I love you and as much as I would absolute rather sleep beside you than all way the other side of the palace on my own, we have to” he smirked

“but what if I just don’t look at you all night then in the morning you just get up before me and I won’t see you? See problem solved”

“I don’t think it works like that sweetie” he laughed as he gently pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her, he leaned down nuzzling his face into her neck.

“I can’t wait to be able to call you my wife” Kayliegh felt him smirk against her skin.

“and I can’t wait to call you my husband” she gently ran her fingers through his hair. “I’ll miss you” she whispered

“mmm I’ll miss you too” Liam smirked as he lifted his head then leaned in placing a kiss on her lips, he pulled back just slightly where their lips just grazed lightly as he spoke “for old times’ sake…one last goodbye?” he smirked

“for old times sake” she giggled

“until we meet again” Liam whispered

“until we meet again” Kayliegh smirked as she opened the door behind her, she quickly pecked Liam's lips with a smile “I love you” she whispered

“I love you too, my love, sleep well”

“and you too” she smiled before stepping into the bedroom, then waving Liam goodbye before closing the door.

The next morning Kayliegh was woken to knocking on the door, she groaned as pulled the duvet tighter around her.

When she didn’t answer the door opened and in came Allie.

“COME ON LAZY BONES GET UP! YOUR GETTING MARRIED TODAY!!!!”

“SHHHH Allie I’m sleeping!”

“Come on we only have six hours to get ready!”

“hmmm six hours? That’s more than enough time…let me have another hour!”

“come on Kayliegh”

“noooooooooo Allie, I need another hour come on!”

“nope get up come one!” Allie laughed a she grabbed the duvet and pulled it from the bed.

“You’re lucky you’re my sister!” Kayliegh mumbled as she climbed from the bed and headed for the bathroom.

“hey, you should be happy you’re getting married today”

“oh no, I’m so happy to be marrying Liam…but you just committed the ultimate crime and made me get up from that cloudlike bed where I was nice and cozy and comfy!”

Allie laughed as Kayliegh shut the door.

“eh you’ll get over it!” she called through the bathroom door

“can I at least have breakfast before I have to start getting ready?” Kayliegh called back

“of course, Liam had the most delicious breakfast platter sent to the room for us”

“isn’t he just the sweetest…Allie don’t you dare take anything off it until I come out! I want first dibs!”

“too wate!” Allie mumbled as she stuffed some of a croissant into her mouth

“ALLIE, I SWEAR IF THAT’S THE LAST BUTTER CROISSANT I WILL MURDER YOU!”

Just a few moments later, Kayliegh emerged from the bathroom, with a smirk.

“what is it?” Allie asked looking at her concerned

“I’m getting married today…to Liam…my perfect Liam”

“you’re such a sap!” Allie laughed

“shut up…where’s my croissant?” Kayliegh asked making her way over to the breakfast tray that had been brought into the room. as she reached the tray, she spotted a folded piece of paper lying on the side, she picked it up unfolded it.

Good morning my love, 

I hope you had a restful night; I woke this morning bursting with excitement as it is the day I get the pleasure of taking you as my wife. This is the day we have been planning for and today we will make a promise to commit to each other for the rest of our lives. I have sent you some of your favourite breakfast foods, to start your day perfectly as I’m sure you didn’t get off to great start when Allie got you out of that cloudlike bed so I thought you would appreciate a nice breakfast.

I love you Kayliegh, So much.

All my Love, Your Liam x

Kayliegh smiled as she read over it again and again.

“Allie? How did I get so lucky? What did I do to manage to score myself a perfect man like Liam?”

Allie smirked as she watched her sister, full of love and happiness, she couldn’t have asked for Kayliegh to meet a better person than Liam. She had never seen her sister so happy. Kayliegh placed the letter down on the tray then redirected herself to the food.

“oooh strawberries” she grinned as she picked one from the bowl.

“you know…Liam's Brothers going to be here for the wedding” Kayliegh smirked, side eyeing Allie. “he’s a lot like you…always getting into trouble” Kayliegh giggled

“hey!” Allie smirked.

Allie moved over to the futon where she had put her bag down, she opened it taking out a small black box. She turned and made her way to Kayliegh with a smile.

“before everyone gets here, I want to give you this.” She handed her the box.

“what is it?” she asked before opening it.

“oh my god, Al!” she whispered “where did you get this? I thought it was lost in the fire”

“I um…I found it in with a few of moms things a while ago”

“why didn’t you tell me” she sniffled

“because I was keeping it for the day I got to give it to you as your something old”

“Are you sure Allie?”

“of course,” Allie wiped her sisters’ cheeks with her thumbs, she then took the locket from the box “lift your hair” she smiled as Kayliegh lifted her hair, she placed the locket around her neck gently clasping it shut.

“there…it looks beautiful”

“thank you so much Allie”

“no need! I love you kayliegh”

“I love you too Al”

About an hour later the rest of the bridesmaids joined them before the hairstylists and make-up artists turned up. Hana and Savanna were the first to get their hair done, followed by Olivia and Penelope, then Allie was next with Kayliegh going last. whilst two got their hair done another two got their makeup done.

It was five hours before the wedding, Penelope was getting get hair done with Hana, whilst Olivia and Allie got their Makeup done. the door gently rattled with a knock. Savanna headed for the door to see who it was, she opened the door then grinned. She returned to the sitting room with a tray in her arms containing a huge bouquet of Pink and Red roses. Along with a bottle of champagne with enough glasses for everyone and a small black box.

“alright! Now it’s a party!” Allie cheered as Savanna placed the tray down and started pouring everyone glasses of champagne. Kayliegh made her way to the counter where the tray had been placed, she lifted the large bouquet, bringing them to her nose to give them a sniff. As she went to put them down so she could go find a vase for them, she spotted the note card on the tray. She grinned as she lifted it, turning it over then she started to read.

My Dearest Kayliegh,

I was on my morning run when I came across the rose bushes, so here I present to you, my mornings work, one hundred beautiful roses for the most beautiful woman in the world.

In the black box you’ll find something new

I love you

All My Love, Your Liam x

She placed the card over her heart with a smile as she closed her eyes, thinking about the man she was going to marry.

“are you okay Kayliegh?” Hana asked from across the room.

“yeah” Kayliegh smiled as she turned to face them “I’ve never been greater”

She lifted the black box, opening it with a smile. Inside lay a silver diamond bracelet. It somehow matched perfectly with her dress.

When one o’clock hit there was only one hour left before the ceremony this gave them enough time to get dressed and get a couple of photos taken before they headed out. Kayliegh and the rest of the bridal party were on their way down to the boutique, once she had finished making her dress Kayliegh had it taken down to the boutique to be put away to avoid Liam seeing it. The girls all started dressing in their long blush pink dresses, when the lady handed Kayliegh the wedding dress, there was an envelope attached to the hanger. Kayliegh grinned knowing what it was, she hung her dress up then removed the envelope, taking the piece of folded paper out, she began to read.

My Dearest Kayliegh,

As I was dressing for our big day, all our memories together came flooding back to me. The day we met, when I was stood in the middle of your living room, I looked up to see the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my life. I had to get to know you, I knew for a fact I would have regretted it if I didn’t. It won’t be long before I’m standing at the end of the aisle, watching the most beautiful woman walking towards me, to take my hand in marriage…and I can’t wait to say the words I do and finally have you as my wife.

Sitting beside the lamp to your left you’ll find a silver brooch attached to a piece of white ribbon, something borrowed, this is the same brooch my mother had around her bouquet when she married my father, I picked it out for you to use today, on our wedding day.

I love you with all my heart,

All my love, Your Liam x

“I’m gonna murder him” she whispered with a giggle as she tried to stop her eyes watering. After letting out a deep breath she slid the note into her small clutch bag she had brought down with her. she moved over to the side table where she spotted the brooch, she lifted it with a gasp, “it’s beautiful” she whispered. She put it in her bag then she carefully took her dress down from the hanger before climbing into it, pulling her arms through the sleeves then she called for Allie to help her fasten the back.

As Kayliegh turned around to face her sister once she had finished Allie gasped

“what? is there something wrong?” Kayliegh panicked

“no” Allie smiled “you look absolutely perfect”

“shut up” Kayliegh giggled as she pulled her sister into a hug.

“I love you Allie”

“I love you too” Allie held her sister as tight as she could

“come on…let’s get back out there!”

The two sisters headed out to the main part of the boutique to gather with the rest of the ladies. After they all got a couple of photos together, Allie turned to Kayliegh with a smile.

“it’s time…are you ready?”

“I’m more than ready” Kayliegh smiled as they all headed out towards the garden. Usually the royal family would have weddings in a huge cathedral or a church, but Liam had already done the big royal wedding once, this time I was hoping for a smaller affair. When he told Kayliegh, she had agreed that she too didn’t really want the big fancy wedding, she has done it once before. The two had discussed what type of wedding they wanted, when Kayliegh had suggested an outdoor wedding, he loved the idea! They had set up huge drapes at top of the aisle so that Liam wouldn’t see Kayliegh until she reached the other end of the aisle.

Before the bridal party started their journey down the aisle, Kayliegh was handed one last note. The last one before she seen him. she opened the envelope taking the piece of paper out.

My dearest Kayliegh.

As the time for us to meet grows closer, I grow happier and happier, I truly thought the day I asked you to marry me was the happiest day of my life, I never thought anything could bring me such happiness but when I awoke this morning I couldn’t take the smile off of my face, I am overflowing with emotion at just the thought of spending my life with you. The time has come for us to finally come together again and never part as my heart will forever be with you and yours with me. Up until the last breath of my life, I will love you unconditionally. I will protect you and keep you safe, no matter what it takes.

I have one final gift before I get the see you…and that’s something blue. If you look on the bottom of your right shoe…I think you might find it there.

I love you…

All my love, Your Liam

“Allie can you help me?”

“of course,”

“can you take my right shoe off?” she smirked

“off? Kayliegh your about to get married you can’t take your shoes off!”

“just for a second” she laughed

Allie carefully kneeled and helped her take her shoe off, then handed it to her. Kayliegh turned it over then giggled when she seen the writing on the bottom in permanent blue marker.

“I love you…Always - L”

Kayliegh sniffled as she fanned her face with the paper trying to stop the tears from falling, she handed the show back to Allie to help her get back on. Once she had composed herself, she handed the note to her sister who was carrying her clutch bag.

Each of the girls were handed their small bouquets of Roses, dahlias, stephanotis and hanging Amaranthus. Then Kayliegh was handed her bigger bouquet. She carefully wrapped the brooch she had taken from her bag around the stems.

“alright…let get this show on the road” Kayliegh smiled as she nodded to the harp player, who then began to play. Each bridesmaid walked down the aisle, first was Savanna, followed by Penelope then Hana after was Olivia then the last was Allie.

Once all the bridesmaids had gone, Kayliegh let out a deep breath. She stepped forwards then turned to face the alter before starting her decent down the aisle.

There at the end of the aisle was a huge arch covered in white flowers, along each side of the aisle lay a stream of white petals.

Liam never took his eyes off her, the second he seen her at the end of the aisle he was certain his heart skipped a beat. Once Kayliegh reached the alter, she handed her bouquet to Allie, then turned to give Liam her full attention. He took her hands in his, lifting one to place a kiss on the back of it.

“you look absolutely breath taking”

“thank you” she whispered with a grin

“shall we begin?” Leo asked. Liam had asked for him to officiate seeing as Regina done it the first time.

“yes” they both replied at the same time.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered here today to join two souls as one. Today we bring together Liam and Kayliegh, as they proclaim their love and commitment to the world and to each other. We are gathered to rejoice, with and for them, in the new life they now undertake together.

Kayliegh and Liam, the relationship you enter today must be grounded in the strength of your love and the power of your faith in each other. To make your relationship succeed it will take unending love. It will take trust, to know in your hearts that you truly want what is best for one another and to learn and grow together. It will take faith, to go forward together without knowing what the future holds. If you both come freely, and understand the responsibility and work involved to make your relationship thrive and are committed to not only each other but your family, please take each other by the hands and reply 'we do.'”

“we do” they both replied, never taking their eyes off each other.

“you have both decided to recite your own vows, Liam, if you would go first…”

Liam gently squeezed Kayliegh’s hands then began to talk. “Kayliegh, today we make our vows to each other, we make a promise to love each other for the rest of our lives. we promise to trust each other and stand by each other. Every one of those I will do happily. It’s because of you, Kayliegh, that I laugh, smile and dare to dream again. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you, being there for you every day in every way. I vow to be true and faithful until my last breath. I stand here today to join my life to yours before these people. I vow to be faithful, respectful, and to grow old with you. Time may pass, good and bad will happen, but no matter what, I pledge that this love is my only love. I pledge to remain by your side, in sickness and in health, in joy and in sorrow, through the good times and the bad. I vow to love you without reservation, comfort you, encourage you, laugh with you and cry with you, to grow with you in mind and spirit, to always be honest with you, and to cherish you as long as we are on this planet! I have completely and utterly fallen in love with you, everything you do, everything you say, everything you are. You’re my first thought in the morning, you’re my last thought before I fall asleep, and your almost every thought in between. I love you Kayliegh…Always”

Kayliegh sniffled as Liam wiped the tears that had fallen down her cheeks.

“Kayliegh” Leo gestured for her to speak.

“Liam, before I met you, I was alone, other than Allie, I had no one, I didn’t leave the house, I hardly spent time with anyone if I didn’t have to…but over the past year and a half, as ive gotten to know you, I’ve become a better person, I was falling deeper and deeper everyday but you managed to bring me back. you are the greatest thing that has ever happened to me. I love you for not only what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. I love you not only for what you have made of yourself but for what you are making of me. I love you for the part of me that you bring out. Liam I vow to love you, and no matter what challenges might carry us apart, we will always find a way back to each other. The night of the UN part when I left…you ran after me…we had spent less than twenty four hours together but there you were, sitting on the floor outside my gates, refusing to leave until you knew I was okay, you talked with me all night, making sure I was going to be alright. That was the exact moment I knew I not only wanted you in my life…I needed you in my life. I won’t lie being so far away from each other for half of our relationship was hard, but the thing is distance means so little when someone means so much! Love isn’t always perfect. It isn’t a fairy-tale or a storybook, and it doesn’t always come easy. Love is overcoming obstacles, facing challenges, fighting to be together, holding on and never letting go. It is a short word, easy to spell, difficult to define and impossible to live without. Love is work, but most of all, love is realising that every hour, every minute and every second was worth it because we did it together. I love you Liam…Always”

Liam looked up as he blinked quickly trying to stop his tears from falling. Kayliegh giggled quietly as she wiped her cheeks.

“Liam, please repeat after me, Kayliegh, you are my best friend and everlasting companion.”

“Kayliegh, you are my best friend and everlasting companion.”

“You have brought me the truest happiness I have ever known. I take joy today in committing my life to yours.”

Liam repeated after Leo

“Now place the ring on Kaylieghs hand and repeat after me... with this ring, I promise to stand with you as we share this life and cherish the memories we make together.”

“with this ring, I promise to stand with you as we share this life and cherish the memories we make together.”

Liam carefully slid the Gold Band onto her ring finger, never taking his eyes off hers.

“Kayliegh, please repeat after me, Liam, you are my best friend and everlasting companion.”

“Liam, you are my best friend and everlasting companion.”

“You have brought me the truest happiness I have ever known. I take joy today in committing my life to yours.” Kayliegh repeated after him

“Now place the ring on Liam's hand and repeat after me... with this ring, I promise to stand with you as we share this life and cherish the memories we make together.”

“with this ring, I promise to stand with you as we share this life and cherish the memories we make together.”

Kayliegh slid Liam's band onto his ring finger, once she finished, Liam gently gave her hand a gentle squeeze.

“Liam, do you take Kayliegh as your lawfully wedded wife, your queen and your partner in life?”

“I do” he grinned like a Cheshire cat.

“Kayliegh, do you take Liam as your lawfully wedded husband, your king and your partner in life?”

“I do, always”

“Liam and Kayliegh, prior to this moment you each walked a separate path. Now, you embark together on a shared path. Yet the journey is not yours alone, your friends and family will embark on this journey beside you. It is the strength of your love that shall nourish you together as a family. Today you have stood before these witnesses and declared your intent to commit your lives to each other in marriage. You have made promises to each other and your family. Your road to this moment has not always been smooth, but you continued to fight for one another. I hope you will never forget the fight and perseverance it has taken to get to this moment. And I hope you will never forget the love and joy you feel today, because these are the values that will keep your marriage, family and bond to one another strong. And so, by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Liam, you may kiss your bride.”

Liam gently placed his hand on her cheek as he stepped closer, his head bowed as he moved down towards her lips. It was like their first kiss all over again. It was sweet and passionate. Kayliegh had never had such a perfect kiss. Her hands quickly found themselves on the back of his neck. With a grin on both of their faces, they slowly pulled back, leaning their foreheads against each other.

“I love you” Liam whispered

“I love you too” 

[zwei-the-penguin-with-a-pen]

‘Second & Sebring’

Ruby Rose packed up her briefcase with the tests she would spend half the night grading. Hopefully, this rowdy batch of future Huntsmen and Huntresses knew which Grimm was which and they would all pass with flying colors. If nothing else, that would make the grading move faster and leave Ruby with more Weiss time.

Ruby loved her job as a professor at the new Beacon Academy. Rebuilding the school didn't take all that much time once the people of Vale had set their minds to it. Grimm weren't as much of a problem as they once were, what with Salem eradicated, but the occasional spike in the monsters population still needed to be controlled. That's where Ruby came in, teaching the bright young minds and training the bodies of the next generation of demon slayers.

"Professor Rose..." She heard a voice call her name. She looked up from her desk to see a handsome young boy that had bright orange hair with a black streak in it. He looked at her through bright pink eyes.

"Yes, Mr. Valkyrie?" She responded. Being a professional was still an adventure for Ruby. She'd much rather scoop the kid up and hug him, as she'd known him since he was born. She tried not to be on a first name basis with any of her students if she didn't need to be, but Heimdall Valkyrie was the son of two of her friends.

"Would you mind going easy on Lotus's test? She's been restless lately with redesigning her weapon and it's all she can do to stay awake some days..." The shy boy asked her. He was forever looking out for his kid sister.

"I'm certain Lotus did just fine, Heimdall. You guys are Ren and Nora's kids, after all. Ren won't let you guys fail at anything you try." Heimdall grinned at his teacher's response and thanked her.

"That's something else I've been meaning to ask you..." He sighed, pointing to the small figures on Ruby's desk. "These two... They were Mom and Dad's partners when they went to school here, right?" Ruby's face fell at the question. Heimdall or Lotus was bound to ask it sooner or later.

"Yes, they were. The boy was Jaune Arc, a fantastic fighter and friend. He didn't come from much, and he kind of cheated to get into Beacon, but he fought harder than anyone else did. The girl was Pyrrha Nikos. She was a world-renowned fighter before she ever even came to Beacon. She was shy in spite of her fame, but she was a wonderful friend and a beautiful soul. And everyone at Beacon had a crush on her." Ruby chuckled at the thought of that. She fondly remembered her eyes turning to stars at the very sight of Pyrrha.

"Do you know what happened to them?" Yeesh, kid. Always with the difficult questions.

"Well, kid, they both ran headlong into battles they knew they couldn't win. At the Fall of Beacon, Pyrrha went after the woman who led the attack, and she was pretty much a god when Pyrrha got to her. You know the Maidens story, correct?" The orange haired boy nodded, mentioning that it was one of his favorite fairytales. "Well, the Maidens do exist. Or they did. No one knows if they're still around, seeing as the great evil has been defeated. Anyway, Cinder had just become the Fall Maiden, but Pyrrha went after her anyway."

Ruby held back a tear. "I watched her die, Heimdall. I was rushing to help her, but I was too late. A similar thing happened with Jaune. He made a mad dash for Salem in our last battle, but he never even got close. She summoned a horde of Grimm that devoured him." She rubbed her eyes to stop the tears. "The last words I heard him say were, 'At least I can see Pyrrha now'... and then he was gone."

"Wow, Professor! I can't believe you've been on so many great adventures! I'm sorry those horrible things happened to your friends, though." Heimdall sympathized. Ruby grinned at her student and honorary nephew,

"It's a hazard in our line of work, kid. More of my friends died, and even more of them lived through endless horrors, but we defeated Salem and lived to tell the world about it. What more could we ask for?"

"Wow, my parents were with you and your team?"

"Yep, them and Jaune, and some others, too. We made a fantastic team, really. Especially my girls," She grinned and pointed to the photograph on her desk. "We were called Team RWBY, and we were not what you'd call the best team at Beacon by any means. But we found a family in each other, all by ourselves. It was little and broken, but it was good. Is good, I mean." She picked up the photo.

"This one here is my sister Yang. We had the same dad, and the same mom raised us. Yang had a different... I think 'vessel' is a good word for Raven." Heimdall laughed at Ruby's remark. "Yang lost her arm in the Fall, but she and Blake destroyed the creature responsible. She's the one with the dark hair and cat ears. They were married shortly after that, and now they've got family of their own."

"So the girl with the white hair... isn't that Weiss Schnee? She's famous for reforming the Schnee Dust Company after her father ran it into the ground." Heimdall mentioned. He was always very studious. You could tell he was Ren's child.

"Yeah. He was a miserable man. Holding my scythe up to his neck is still one of my crowning achievements." She laughed as Heimdall's eyes widened.

"Were you the one that killed him?!"

"Well, he shouldn't have slapped my wife in the face and tried to attack her!" Ruby huffed defiantly. "But no, I didn't kill him. Weiss and I had our fill of beating him, and then we threw him into the mines and let the faunus have their way with him, Lion King style!" She grinned at the idea. "And then I married the girl of my dreams! But only after my team and I defeated Salem."

"You're so incredible, Professor Rose! I'd love to meet your team sometime!"

"Well, I'm sure you'll meet us all someday. Anyway, I'm going home now. See you next class, Nephew. And I promise I'll go easy on your sister... but only because you asked nicely." She grinned at the boy as she shooed him out of her lecture hall and locked the door behind the two of them.

"Rough day, Flower Pot?" Weiss asked Ruby when she arrived at home. Ruby showered Weiss with hugs and kisses.

"GROSS!" The small girl with white hair tipped with red yelled at them, making fake gagging noises. Ruby smiled and scooped up her favorite tiny human.

"Shut your cute face, Pyrrha Schnee Rose!" Ruby told her, hugging and ruffling her oldest daughter's hair.

"HOW DARE YOU!" The kid protested, trying and failing to escape her muscled mother's embrace.

"To answer your question, wife dearest, I had a wonderful day. And then Ren's son came and asked me about Pyrrha and Jaune." Ruby released her daughter, who ran off into another room. Another kid, smaller with bright crimson hair, appeared from the restroom.

"Hey, Ma!" The girl told Ruby as she reached into the fridge. Weiss shoved her away and closed the door.

"You JUST had a snack, Penelope! Dinner will be done soon!" Her mother protested. Penn grimaced and crossed her arms but accepted her cruel fate. She hugged Weiss and Ruby.

"Your mama's cooking is amazing, Penn! I certainly can't wait to eat it!" Ruby bragged on her wife. Penn smiled as she ran off to her room. "So, Mama... when are we gonna have a boy?"

"One of these days! Please don't make me name him after Jaune," Weiss joked. Ruby grinned.

"Niko Arcana Rose... That sound good?"

"It's an idea. A bit better than Penelope Summer." Weiss jabbed. Ruby huffed.

"Hey, I carried 'em so I named 'em! You just did the fun parts!" She fired back. Weiss rolled her eyes and tended to the meal she was cooking, sipping coffee from a wine glass for some reason. Oh yeah, all the coffee mugs held plants and/or science projects for the kids.

Ruby sat down in her lazy chair, leaning the head back and relaxing. 'Have I made you proud, Mom? I'm sorry I haven't been to visit lately. School's been pretty wild. I'll make my way there soon enough though. I love you.' She silently prayed. Pyrrha ran by with something shiny in her left hand. "Pyrrha, honey, what is that?"

"A knife," the little human answered. Ruby sped over and snatched it away.

"NO! Just because you're named after Pyrrha Nikos doesn't mean you can get all stabby! You're still too young for weapons, honeybun!"

"If I can help it, you'll always be too young for weapons..." Weiss injected from the kitchen. "Food's ready by the way! Kids, your plates are on the table!" The two kids rushed to the table and sat, waiting for Mom and Mama to fix their own plates. The four of them sat to a nice dinner. Ruby could not be happier with her life.

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Day 9: A Character Ten Years in the Future.

Had a long and rough day yesterday, so it’s late. I kinda used Day 10′s prompt too, so maybe I’ll see what the WRW prompt is today.

Anyway, Professor Ruby Rose has a talk with Heimdall Valkyrie, then goes home to Weiss and their kids.

[fleamarketloveletters]

June 6, 1943.

Dearest,

I guess the guy was right when he said “What is so rare as a day in June?”. Today certainly is one of those days. It’s sunny and warm, but there’s a wonderful breeze that makes it very cool and comfortable.

It’s so swell out here in the country. If you could only be here. Days like this I have no desire to go to a show with any of my friends or do anything like that. It’s too nice right here at home. I feel sorry for all the kids that live in the city and have to go out to have fun. I enjoy just being lazy or working around. This morning I slept rather late, and when i finally got up the sun was nice and bright on the back porch, so I put on a playsuit with shorts and took a snooze out on the lawn chair. It’s one of those lazy things where you can lie back and go to sleep. Then I brought my breakfast out there and ate it. But after that I went to work. I mowed the back yard and went all around the porch and the walk with the shears and snipped the ones you can’t get with the lawn mower. By the time it was 11:00 and time for the Marines on the radio. I didn't go to church, needless to say. This week they dramatized the story of Corporal Dimick, who landed with the wave of Marines on Guadalcanal. He received the Silver Star for bravery in action when his outfit was stopped by a Jap gun nest. He ran out in the the face of gun-fire and by throwing grenade and using his rifle managed to capture the 37 millimeter gun.

He spoke on the program, and like all the fellows who have “come back” after doing some act of bravery like that he had the mildest voice you can imagine. He didn’t sound cocky or boastful, but just glad he had the chance to do something any Marine would have done in his place. All those fellows sound so sort of quiet. I guess after the things they’ve seen they lose some of that “Talking Big” and become more mature. After I hear this program I don’t feel sorry for myself because we can’t be together, but I feel sorry for all the girls who haven’t got a Marine. It’s wonderful to be a part of the U.S. Marine Corps with its traditions of courage and loyalty and honor, even if my part is only waiting for the best Marine in the outfit to come home.

It’s a good thing we don’t have any too near neighbours or I would be arrested for indecent exposure. My playsuit is a yellow print with little blue and white and red flowers. The cloth is very old fashioned looking, but boy, the way it’s made certainly isn’t! It’s a two piece thing, the top part is a little affair, with sleeves that button down the front and covers all the essential parts of me but is short enough to show quite a bit around the midriff. The bottom part is shorts. But of course its very healthy because there’s nothing like the sun to keep a girl in good condition. When we get married I’ll pack it away someday because I’m sure you would be very shocked and would never approve. But it’s kinda cute just the same.

Bruce mowed the front lawn yesterday. He comes down Saturday and I give him a half dollar. He’s always interested so I showed him the snaps I have of you and he though they were all right. He was disappointed to hear that you wouldn’t be home. If you see any little thing that you could send him in a letter to me, like something you fellow have used, something authentic and really Marine, I know he’d be crazy about it. I don’t know what you could send, but there must be something like labels off things you use, or something like that. As long as it has U.S.M.C. on it. He’s going to a military academy as soon as he’s through eighth (wow) grade. If he were a few years older it wouldn’t be a military academy, I know that.

Tomorrow my dad is going to deposit $25 for me. This brings it up to $383.43, plus a little interest. If you don’t want a wife who will make you save your money, you’d better get out while you still have a chance. I’ll be the kind of a wife who will say “no dice” to things like buying a race car to fool with on the side. I believe in putting it away so that when things get tough, you’re all set. That’s the yankee in me, I guess.

Together we can do so much with our lives, and have so much fun.

I love you.

Betty

[deputyash]

Date Night

Pairing: John Seed x Deputy!Reader

Word Count: 1,887

Warnings: None! :)

Summary: John invites you over for a surprise dinner date and cuddles!

A/N: Sorry this took a bit longer than expected! I hope you like it @taniuchiha :D And thank you for the Request!

Hope ya’ll Enjoy! :)

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“Okay. I think it’s ready…” John mutters to himself as he steps away from the dining table.

He holds his hands out, trying to picture the two of you sitting there. He nods. This will do nicely.

John lets out a satisfied sigh as he places his hands on his hips and takes a look around. He scans over the numerous bouquets that lined the walls and tables. He notices one of the bundles leaning to the side. He walks over and readjusts them back upright.

Not a thing could be out of place.

Not only did John have flowers adorning every table, he had candles set up on every available space he could reach. He even had a small fire going in the fireplace. It was perfect.

Now all he had to do was actually invite you over.

John walks over to his radio and unhooks the mic. He puts on his charming smile before switching the frequency to yours. He leans against the table and presses down the button.

“Oh dearest Deputy, are you around?” He practically sings into the mic.

A short moment passes before you answer.

“Yeah, give me just aー Hey! Peaches I told you not to eat that!”

The radio cuts out.

John’s brows raise in surprise. What on earth was his Deputy doing?

“Uh, I’m sorry John. I’m back. What’s up?”

John had nearly forgot what he was going to say. He shakes his head and collects his words once more.

“Well, my dear, I was hoping you could come over to the ranch. I have something for you.”

“Oh really? What is it?”

“I can’t tell you, Y/N. That would ruin the surprise.”

“A surprise? Okay, I’ll be there in...45 minutes.”

John smiles, “Perfect. See you then, dear.”

“Bye JohーPeaches! ...I gotta go. See you in a few, John.”

John shakes his head and smiles as he puts the radio back in place. At least he would have time to get cleaned up before you got here.

By the time John finishes getting freshened up, he hears a knock on the door. He hurries down the stairs and goes up to the door. He straightens out his shirt one last time before opening the door just a bit. He smiles as he sees you standing there.

“I’m so glad you could make it, dearest.” He says as he steps outside, closing the door behind him.

You smile back and let out a laugh, “Me too. Sorry for all the interruptions. Peaches was being...uncooperative.”

“That’s quite alright. You’re here now.” John says, taking your hands in his.

“So what is this secret surprise you had for me?” You ask, tilting your head with a small mischievous smile.

John smirks and takes a step back, bringing you with him.

“Well, let’s just see for ourselves, shall we?”

Curiosity floats around your mind.

What was John up to?

He opens the front door, but this time he pushes it open wide, revealing the large living room. Your mouth drops open as you see everything. John leads you inside as your eyes continue to flicker around to everything.

The lights were dimmed and the entire house was covered in flowers and candles. You were speechless.

“Do you like it?”

You look back to John, “Do I like it?” You let out a happy laugh, “I love it.”

You watch as a genuine smile crosses John’s face. He begins pulling you further into the house like a child dragging his parents through a candy store.

“I put it together myself. I wasn’t sure which flowers you’d like, so I used them all.”

John brings you to the dining table.

“I have a whole dinner ready for us. I hope you like it.” He says as he holds his arm out, showing off the brilliant display.

The table was covered in a crisp white table cloth with silverware laid out on either side. You smile at the small display of candles in the center, flickering away. It was all so romantic.

You turn to John and wrap your arms around him, “I love it so much, John. Thank you.”

He smiles down at you and presses a kiss to your lips.

“I’m so glad you love it. Would you like to eat now?”

You give him another smile and nod, “I would love to. I haven’t eaten all day.”

“Perfect timing then.” John says as he sits you in your chair.

He presses another kiss to your lips before disappearing into the kitchen.

You look around, admiring John’s work once again until he returns with two small cloches. He sets one down in front of you and sets the other in front of his spot. He places a hand on each of the handles and in one dramatic swoosh of his arms, he lifts up the lids, revealing a steaming plate of food. You ogle the delicious meal and inhale the wonderful smell too.

“Dinner is served, my dear.” John says as he sets the toppers onto another table.

“This looks amazing!” You comment, your stomach growling in anticipation.

The food sitting neatly on the plates were some of your most favorite foods. It truly looked amazing. And you excited to eat it.

John sits across from you, smiling at your praise.

“I’m glad you think so. I worked all day on it. I wanted it to taste perfect.”

“Well, I think you definitely accomplished that.”

You and John begin eating. You hum in delight as the flavors wash over your taste buds. It was so good. You couldn’t even hold a proper conversation. It’s been so long since you’ve had a real meal.

John lets out a chuckle, “Is it really that good or are you being nice?”

You nod your head in approval, “It really tastes good. I haven’t had food like this in a long time.”

“What do you usually eat?”

“Crackers or canned something.”

John’s eyes widen, “That’s it?”

You nod, “Yeah. Usually.”

“Well then, it looks like I’m going to have to feed you more often.”

“I would like that very much.” You say with a laugh.

You and John finish eating and he takes the plates away. When he comes back in, he takes your hands once more and brings you over to the couch near the fireplace. You both sit down together. You tuck your feet underneath yourself and lean into John. He presses a kiss to your hairline and you wrap a lazy arm around his waist.

You look up at him. The crackling fire creates a soft glow upon his features. You smile and lean up to press your lips to his.

“Thank you for everything.” You mutter against his mouth.

He smiles and kisses you back.

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, my love.” He coos softly.

John pulls you closer into his embrace. He tucks your head into his neck and presses another kiss to your forehead. You hum in response, closing your eyes in contentment. He brushes his fingers around your ear lovingly and gazes down at you.

John watches as you let out a soft breath. He loves seeing you so peaceful. It made him feel calm too.

The two of you stay there for several minutes just enjoying the peaceful silence and cuddling. You’ve gone completely relaxed in his embrace. You could fall asleep at this point. John seems to noticed this as well.

“Would you like to go upstairs?” He asks, caressing your cheek and neck gently.  

You yawn and give a slight nod, “Sure.”

You both get up slowly, lazily. John begins blowing out the few candles that were still burning.

“You can go ahead and head up to the bedroom. I have some clothes for you to change into on the dresser.”

You nod and start making your way upstairs while John continues to work on the candles. Once you reach the bedroom, you see the neatly stacked pile of clothing on the dresser. You take the clothes and go into the bathroom to change. The shirt was one of John’s. It smelled just like him. A sultry mix of leather, spice, and a hint of something fruity. It smelled wonderful.

You slip the clothes on and head back into the bedroom. John was walking into the bedroom just as you exited. He gives you a smile before walking over to his closet.

You climb up onto the bed and flop back onto the soft mattress. You let out a relaxed sigh as you feel the plush material cradle you.

“I love your bed.” You say, looking up at the ceiling.

John lets out a chuckle as he slips off his shirt and vest.

“You’re more than welcome to stay in my bed. I know I’d enjoy it.” He says as he hangs up his clothes.

You let out a soft, airy laugh as you close your eyes. Moments later, you feel the bed dip down. You open your eyes once more and look over. John lays back on the bed, now only dressed in his boxers. He tugs in the blankets gently.

“Your keeping my covers hostage, my dear.”

You let out a laugh as you roll over onto your stomach.

“Mine!” You say, quickly slipping under the blankets and holding them tightly in your arms.

“Tsk. Tsk. Such a greedy one… I suppose this means you’ll just have to be my blanket.”

John turns on his side and grabs you. You let out a squeak as he pulls you towards him. He wraps his arms and legs around you, effectively trapping you in his embrace. He presses his face to the crook of your neck and presses a kiss to the exposed skin.

You let out a giggle as he continues to pepper you with ticklish kisses.

“John! That tickles! No!”

He chuckles against your skin and stops for a brief moment.

“This is your punishment for stealing my blankets.”

You let out another squeal as he brushes your sides and kisses your collarbone lightly.

“I’m sorry! You can have them back!” You plea playfully.

He smirks, “That's better.”

John unwraps himself from you and pulls the blankets over you both properly. He pulls you to his side and you lay your head on his chest.

He reaches up and gently brushes his fingers over your face and hair.

“So what was Peaches doing when I called you?”

You let out a laugh, “Are you sure you want to know?”

He hums in response, “Sure.”

“She was trying to eat a dead guy.”

John stops playing with your hair.

“What exactly were you doing before I called you, my dear?”

“Hey, I didn’t kill him. He was already dead when we found him.”

He only chucks in response.

“You’re crazy.” He remarks, smirking down at you.

“Can’t be any crazier than you.”

“Fair enough.” John says and presses a kiss to your head.

After a moment, he lets out a relaxed sigh and closes his eyes, continuing his caresses across your skin and hair.

“Thank you so much for coming over tonight. I hope you enjoyed the evening.”

“I loved it all, John. It was wonderful. I’m so happy you even thought about doing this for me.”

“You deserve this and more, my love.”

[airis-paris14]

Take a Break Pt.2

Here’s part 2 of Take a Break. Hope you guys enjoy.

Set in an AU where reader is in love with T’Challa but he is married to Nakia. Together both of the women he love, try to convince him to take a break. Based on the song from the musical Hamilton by Lin Manuel Miranda.

Warnings: none really.

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My dearest T’Challa,

You must get through to the elders, this is the best decision for Wakanda. This decision could truly change the world for the better. Instead of working to solve all of their problems, you alone can not please them all my love, sit down with them and compromise. If they are afraid of attack, work with them to create a safe place for citizens of attacks should arise. Create safety procedures and evacuations, plan for every disaster possible. We as a country can not let fear prevent us from walking into the future, if we can not avoid it, we must plan for it. Don’t stop till you agree. Just always remember, there is someone on your side all the way across the sea. In the letter I got from you, two day ago, I noticed a comma in the middle of your phrase. It changed the meaning of the entire phrase. Did you intend this? One tiny change and you’ve kept me awake at night T’Challa. Usually you write, “my dearest Y/N,” but this time you’ve written “my dearest, Y/N” with the comma after dearest. Implying that I am the dearest thing to you. Any way, all of this to say, I’ll be coming for a visit this summer, I was pleasantly surprised when I received an invitation from my dear friend, Queen Nakia. I understand you are to take a family vacation to an unknown destination. I’ll be there with you and your family when your vacation starts, and I will stay a few weeks after as well. I know the elders are keeping you busy, and your work is of the utmost importance, but I’m crossing the ocean. And I can’t wait to see you face to face, you only be a moment away. I believe this will be good for you as well my King. I look forward to seeing you soon.

With all of my love,

Y/N

T’Challa’s eyes lit up as he read the end of the letter. He quickly placed the letter in a lock box. Once the lock clicked shut he hid the key and the box in his desk before calling his wife.

Nakia’s light blue hologram hovered over his wrist as he stood at the window. “My love,” she smiled at the King’s face. His indescribable joy was contagious as he stared at her through the kimono beads.

“Where are you my love?” T’Challa asked as he started for the door. “I’m in front of the garden my love, are you,” Nakia began. “Don’t move, I am on my way!” T’Challa ended the call and quickly sprinted down the Palace hallways.

He narrowly avoided three crashes as he ran to his wife. When he ran into the flowerbeds and hedges that lined the path to the garden. The aroma of flowers calmed the king as he spotted his wife at the far end of the garden with his daughter. He motioned to his child to stay quiet as he snuck behind her mother.

The hedges aided in his progress as he ducked behind the green leaves. Soon he reached the vibranium bench that Nakia was perched upon. His arms shot out and grabbed her waist. He twirled her around laughing at her shrieks.

“T’Challa, What has gotten into you?” She laughed once he finally set her down beside the bench. “You, you are amazing! You invited Y/N to visit!” He pulled her lips to his and kissed her. She melted into the kiss, hand gesturing for the nanny to take her daughter away. When T’Challa pulled away from the kiss, Nakia took a deep breath and smiled.

“She was my best friend before she was yours,” The queen gently nudged her husband as the ventured between the different flowerbeds. “I know, but I know I have missed her as much as you have,” he offered the woman his arm.

For the first time in months their bodies stayed in constant contact as they navigated through the manicured grounds. They stopped to wave at a few gardeners before heading back towards the palace.

“So, when does she arrive?” T’Challa asked, imagining your bright smile greeting him as you walked down from the jet. “Two weeks, she could not get away from the embassy until then,” Nakia explained.

“I’m glad you are excited, I would love to stay and chat. But I was invited to s tea party with our daughter, care to tag along?” Nakia offered a few moments later. They stood in the empty hallway in front of their bedroom door. T’Challa gently drew circles on the back of both of her hands. “I wish I could, but I have a meeting with the elders that I am already late for. Send my greetings to the host?”

Nakia nodded solemnly, leaning in as he kissed her temple. “I’ll see you both later, I love you.”

“I love you too,” Nakia added as he walked towards the throne room. Her words lost in the air.

Days felt like years as the young king battled with the elders. “My king, why go through all of this trouble when we could simply close the borders? Why spend all of this money preparing for an attack, that could be prevented by going back to tradition?” The mining tribe elder argued. The other tribal leaders voiced their support as T’Challa’s headache grew.

“With all respect the world around us is changing, and catching up. Eventually people would have discovered Wakanda and all that it has to offer, if we open our own borders we can control what becomes public knowledge. This is the safest course of action for our country and our traditions. We can not let fear, prohibit progress towards the future.” T’Challa explained.

The large vibranium doors sliding open pulled everyone’s attention from the king as Nakia entered the room. The elders all stood and saluted their Queen. Nakia stood halfway up the large carpet runner, waiting for T’Challa to make his move.

“Meeting adjourned,” T’Challa commanded the elders filed out one by one. “Y/N is arriving today,” Nakia began as she approached the throne. “Will you be able to journey with us?”

“I’m afraid not my love, the elders are still hell bent on closing Wakanda again, but that is hard to do once people know of us.” T’Challa sighed as he stood and greeted his wife. Her body felt warm against his as they embraced. His hands rubbed lazy circles on her lower back while they rested against each other.

“Will you join us to greet her then? I refuse to be the bearer of bad news in this T’Challa,” Nakia replied as they began walking to the landing pad. “I will explain, Y/N is a sensible woman, she will understand.” T’Challa smiled. He felt as though he was walking on air.

“She is sensible in everything except that which concerns you,” Nakia mumbled.

The sun beat down on the royal family as the jet flew over head. T’Challa nervously fiddled with his closing as the flyer gently landed on the tarmac. “You look fine kumkani wam,”Nakia smiled as she smoothed his lapel.

Nakia leaned in for a kiss, but T’Challa’s attention was drawn away as you walked down the ramp. You looked just as beautiful as he remembered. Your hair was flowing free around your face. Your figure had filled out and the sun dress floated around you as you stepped off the ship.

Nakia was long forgotten as the king took off running. You turned to grab your bags from an attendant, T’Challa grabbed your waist and spun you around. “Ahh, T’Challa!” You screamed as he spun you around.

He put you down and pulled you in for a hug. He buried his face in your neck while he marveled at the fact that your body was pressed against his. For a split second, the world felt right.

“T’Challa, let me look at you,” You gushed as you ran your fingers over his face. “I like your beard,” you smiled running your fingers over his beard. Tracing a design in between his curly hair. “You look great,” you smiled, clearing your throat as you realized how close you were to the king.

T’Challa stepped back as well and took in your figure. His hands held yours. “You look amazing as well, I’ve missed you so much,” he sighed. Nakia walked up behind her husband and smiled at Y/N.

“Nakia!” You screamed as you pulled the queen into her arms. “I’ve missed you Y/N,” The queen smiled. “Y/N,please tell my husband that M’Baku and Erik spend their summers with their families.”

You looked over at T’Challa, “T’Challa,” you began. “Y/N, tell my wife that N’jadaka doesn’t have a real job anyway,” T’Challa countered.

“What of M’Baku?” Nakia fired back. “Wait,wait, and wait. T’Challa do not tell me I flew over the WHOLE Atlantic Ocean, for you to not go on this trip.” You crossed your arms.

“Y/N, please. I just got the elders to agree to creating emergency plans. I can’t leave now.,” T’Challa sighed. “T’Challa take a break. Run away with us for the summer. Let’s go to the states! What better place than to plan for working with the country than visiting. Diplomatic meetings, research, and vacation. Quality checks on the out reach centers?” You suggested.

“Y/N, entle. I would love to, but I can’t not right now at least. I trust you both, together you and Nakia could do those things.”

You and Nakia each grabbed a hand. “T’Challa, take a break my love, come visit with your children. I know there’s a place we can go.” Nakia offered.

“Yes, I can watch the children and you two can spend time alone,” you smile and wiggled your eyebrows. T’Challa groaned inwardly, wishing you knew you were the one he wanted alone.

“That sounds wonderful T’Challa,” Nakia smiled at her husband. “Please T’Challa, take a break,” you begged.

“I can’t leave till I get this plan in progress. I’m sorry my loves,” T’Challa apologized. He pressed a kiss to your forehead before placing one on Nakia’s cheek. “I will see you both at dinner.”

As you watched T’Challa walk off into the distance. You reached out and grabbed Nakia’s hand. “I guess it’s just me and you girl.”

“I guess it’s just me and you,” she smiled and shook her head, “ so tell me about America.”

Taglist:

@brianabreeze @sisterwifeudaku @90sinspiredgirl @heybriheyy @strictlyashley @afraiddreamingandloving @thedelightfulone @autumn242 @royallyprincesslilly @naturally-bri @grantsgorgeousgirl @wikiwakanda @kumkaniudaku @queertrex @kaciidubs

[that-dnd-life]

Get to know me!

Got tagged by my dearest @bubblyseal (HEY ITS BEEN SO LONG BUT COME SAY HI IM JUST A GREMLIN THAT FORGETS HOW TO INTERACT WITH PEOPLE)

Tag 15 people you know: idk many people I’m awkward but here are some loves:

@alexander-the-decent @gurplberry (sorry Oli I know no one on main anymore)

@asttralhell @watsonia-flowers @time-plus-night

Relationship status: I’ve been with Alex for a year and they make my life so much better. I just wish I could shower them with all the love they deserve sometimes soooooooooo yeah 

Favorite color: I like to describe it as an earl grey lavender..... it makes no sense but it’s like a greyish purple that reminds me of foggy mornings and it’s hard to find the perfect paint chip for it...... and I really like rosey pink lately too

Lipstick or chapstick: Both? I’m bi can I say that? Like I love my lipstick but I am super lazy so I do chapstick a lot. 

3 favorite foods:

- This weird lasagna soup I make. It is great in the fall/winter and people actually seem to like it even if they are not vegan. 

- A good banana bread is soooooo good

- The place Alex and I went for our date when I vistied. The food and drinks were sooooo good

Song stuck in my head: Why Did It Have to Be Me? from Mamma Mia Here We Go Again! (probably because I have listened to it like 10+ times already today but it’s a bop I can’t help it)

Last song I listened to: I have listened to so much music today soooooooooooo but King for a Day by Sleeping with Sirens (I also realized that is like totally a modern version of Red and Black from Les Mis)

Last movie I watched: My mom and I went to see Mamma Mia Here We Go Again!  this weekend and we cried throughout it 

Top 3 tv shows:

- Brooklyn 99

- Mash (I’m watching it with my dad and I don’t like war but it is really nostalgic for him and it is pretty funny)

- Queer Eye (that’s about the most serious show I can watch rn with my mental state)

Books I’m currently reading:

- The Hate U Give by Angie Thomas

-I’m also counting all the stupid textbooks I just finished for summer classes

Last thing I googled: DnD memes because I desperately want to appease my party....... @alexander-the-decent @gurplberry      BUT ALSO THE CHORDS TO BAD MOON RISING BECAUSE I PLAYED GUITAR FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MONTHS AND NOW IT HURTS TO TYPE (im a dumbie and played for 2 hours)

Time: 12:18 pm

How many blankets I sleep with: One because it is summer here and it is so gross and muggy 

Dream trip: Visiting famous museums and libraries all around the world because that is my jam

Anything I really want: Graduate law school and be an awesome judge and to have an animal sanctuary with my gay partners and maybe a cafe/bookstore with nice cats and dogs and lots of lattes and love and snuggles (I really need it rn tbh) 

Only do this if you want to lol 

[ihaveanimagine]

I am delighted to find this wonderful blog where I can make requests for Gaster Papyrus. You can bet that I'll be a regular on here from now on ;) Okay so could you do G Sans and G Pap reacting to their S/O wearing their clothes? I am so weak for that trope XD Hope you have a good day!

(AAHHHHHH FIRST G!BROS ASK!!! THANK YOU

Gaster!Sans (G)

You were originally planning on pranking G by waiting for his return from the store then jumping out of his closet and scaring him, but when you opened his closet………..

Instead of finding different articles of clothing in the closet, it was just a lineup of the exact same thing G always wears.

Crop top leather jacket with faux fur, gray sweater, tight leather pants, boots, and some…………pffffffft. You giggled to yourself as you picked up a pair of brightly colored spaghetti socks.

Either these were his brother’s and this was a laundry mix up, or G had always been wearing spaghetti socks underneath all that “bad boy hunk” clothing. Either way, your fiancee was a total dork and you loved it.

Grinning to yourself, you took off a sweater/jacket combo from the hangars and a pair of leather pants before heading over to the full length mirror in the bedroom and holding the clothes against you.

You snorted, these clothes were super long on you! You felt your amusement die out after a moment of holding the clothes to your frame and pretending to be G. You went to put the clothes back when an idea struck you.

Smiling devilishly, you hurried to put the clothes on wait in the living room for G to come home.

—–

After about 10 minutes of waiting G entered the humble apartment you called home. “Darlin’! I’m home!” G announced, tossing his keys on the counter, heading straight to the kitchen “Welcome home, love!” You called back, forcing yourself to sound normal.

“How was your day?” You asked, hiding your face behind a book “Heh, better now that I’m hoooooooooooo- whoa.”

You bit your lip to keep yourself from laughing. Now doubt G was now gaping at you across the room, and you felt giddy about his reaction. “See something you like, babe?” You said smugly, throwing G’s favorite pick up line against him.

You lowered your book and had to physically restrain yourself from giggling. G was standing across the room, jaw unhinged and a yellow tint across his cheekbones. You saw his eyelights trailing you up and down in awe and wonder and you felt yourself blush.

“Sure do, sweetcheeks” G breathed, scraping a nervous hand over his skull. His clothes were a bit long on you (mainly the pants) but hot dang if you didn’t pull it off!

The pant legs were rolled up a bit, slightly scrunched up by your ankles, the pants were designed to be form fitting and G had never fully appreciated that aspect of them till now. You wearing his sweater was not too new a sight for him as you’d always steal them during the colder months, but the sweater combined with the leather jacket?

Sweet mother of echo flowers, G felt his soul stop and his eye lights unable to focus on anything but you. How could anything be this unbelievably hot and cute?!

G felt his face split into a grin as he stalked closer to you. You chewed your lip shyly and made room for him on the couch which G immediately filled as he took your face in his hands “Darlin’, I know I looked good in those clothes but you…?” G sucked in a breath and placed a hard, claiming kiss to your lips “You make ‘em look drop dead gorgeous.”

Gaster!Papyrus (Aster)

Today was a lazy day for the two of you, a rare occurrence since you both had demanding jobs, but worth it for quiet moments like these with you both curled up in Aster’s home on the sofa with popcorn, candy, and fresh garlic bread spread out on the table as you both binged BBC Sherlock.

It was always relaxing to feel Aster’s long arm wrapped around you, hugging you closely to him, and you always found yourself stuck between melting into a puddle of happiness and wanting to fall asleep in his arms.

Unfortunately, somewhere between Sherlock being accused of a murderer and kidnapping John and the Pool Scene (y’all know which scene I mean) Aster had run out of his favorite snack and went to refill.

Knowing it would take him a while, you decided to tease him a bit. You knew your Aster had a weak spot for cute things and you also knew he loved his trench coat fashion. So, what did you do? You put yourself in the most appropriate trench coat of course.

Silently running to his room, you quickly shifted through the section of his walk-in Narnia-esque wardrobe designated for coats and you grabbed the desired one before rushing out and grabbing his favorite scarf and wrapping it around your neck.

Checking to make sure he was still preoccupied, you tip toed back to the sofa and began Phase 2 of your impromptu plan. Grinning, you began carefully setting yourself down on the back of the couch, laying your body flat before bringing your hands to your lips, acting like you were in thought.

“So sorry for keeping you waiting, love!” Aster called out from the kitchen, shuffling a few things around “I’m almost done!” You grinned to yourself and had to remind yourself not to giggle. “It’s fine, hon!” You called back “I’m not going anywhere!”

You heard Aster chuckle to himself and you bit your lip from giggling in anticipation of his reaction. “Alright, I’m rea-………dy?” Aster stopped mid-step and looked at you wide eyes. “Wh-what a-are you doing?” He stammered, cheek bones flaring brightly with his magic.

“Sherlocking.” You replied curtly, referring to your position of planking in a random position, “Why?” You grinned and turned your head to see Aster staring at you with wide eyes and a slack jaw.

“I-I, uh, ahem, y-you, er…” Aster struggled to form any coherent thought or sound as you jumped up from your position and began walking towards him. “S’matter, Aster ?” You purred evilly, stopping once you were within arms length (your arms length, not his) and folded your hands behind your back “Cat got your tongue?”

Aster swallowed harshly before trying to regain his normal charm and suave by leaning down and cupping your face in his hand “Have I mentioned you look stunning as a female Sherlock Holmes, kitten?” He grinned, placing a quick peck to your lips.

“Although……..” He tapped his chin and leaned back in thought. “Although…?” You repeated, tilting your head and dropping the teasing act in favor of curiosity. Aster said nothing but tapped his chin faster as his eyes scanned the room. “Ah, yes!” He cried suddenly, rushing to the front-room closet and grabbing something.

You tried to see what it was but he quickly hid it behind his back and placed a hand over your eyes “No peeking, dearest” He teased, you huffed in fake irritation but obeyed with a smile.

You felt something being tugged on your head and once he was done fidgeting, you opened your eyes as Aster led you to a mirror, “Ah, there we are!” Pap cooed “The most perfect Sherlock Holmes to ever exist!” 

You blushed and pulled the coat collars up to hide your reddening face “Aaaaaaaasteeeeeerrrrrrr!!” You whined, shoving your hands into the pockets of the coat as you tried to sink into the fabric.

As you shoved your hands in the pockets, you felt one of your hands collide with something hard. “Ouch!” You cried yanking your hand out “What was that?” You reached back in -carefully this time- and pulled out a small black box.

“Hey, Aster? What’s this box for?” You asked curiously, tilting your head curiously. Aster could only stutter as his blush increased tenfold. So much for asking you to marry him with an extravagant, private dinner………

[247krp]

— Rejoice, little lambs! We have recovered our own Park Jimin, spotted prancing about in the Northwest Side. I don’t remember seeing him with any clique back in high school, but I’m not here to spill yesterday’s tea. So straight to the rundown: can you say vulnerable and lost? Apparently now he spends time as a university student and an assistant at In Step! Dance studio, and keeps skeletons buried at Gwangcho Share House 505. But those won’t stay hidden for long, if you and I have any say on it. Welcome back, Killjoy; we missed you so.

TW: mention of suicide

In case you don’t remember the devil’s name, here’s to refresh your memory:

while jimin sees himself as painfully ordinary and trying his best to never talk about how he is perceived in the world, one have to admit that he is most definitely much more youthful and there is a happy appearance within him, just a little. there is a constant small smile, and a soft laughter erupt from him oh so easily. and like a delicate little flower jimin strives through the hall like a brown sugar; slowly and fragilely like he will break once you tap his shoulder, resulting those wolves to come and wanting to taste a little bit of him.

rumors surrounded him like flies. it is easy for someone like jimin to be talked about because he will never fight back —they saidjimin’s mind cracked in the most important place, jimin kind of ugly, kind of pathetic, jimin got himself attached so easily,  jimin this, jimin that — or maybe he has no intention to fix it either. because it is easy to laugh along with people and anyone and everyone who said anything about jimin. oh what a poor tainted little flower.

all of those does not take his smile away but his laughter and small smile does not last long when he found out that his lover in high school had committed suicide, and since then he is mostly found with his lack of ambition on everything. introverted by nature, he is citing his lover as someone who connected him to the liveliness of the world and jimin has been struggling to find his place in life without them.

Nevermind the memory lane though, the present is always the ripest fruit:

there is nothing changed with jimin. he is still the same old jimin back in high school, or even more distant than he already is. he is a painting in black and white. dull and blurry. his stance is still as shaky as the summer wind. if one see him close enough, he already stops living since then. he had lost the only real thing he’d ever known, buried six-feet underground. the flames of his passion had smoldered into ashes. he is living a nightmare. like a misguided ghost, he aimlessly floats through the chains of lulling time. the ticking of the clock feel like a painful throb of a pulse, a heartbeat. and even then, he never feel alive. he is merely a ghost trapped in his past. a shadow without a form, waiting for the time to leave this world behind.  

But we are nothing if not open books – my job is to ensure you get to the best pages:

To people i loved, lost and left.

my angel, the first girl, to my sister.

you were always spontaneous person. your eyes will twinkled whenever you talked; i remember it was a sunlit morning in march. we were sitting on the pavement of our neighborhood, eating ice cream – mint chocolate ice cream melting down your skin, you always loved your ice cream a little melted. you were eighteen, about to graduated from high school when you etching your name into the grey concrete.

remember when i asked you why you do it and you told me that you want to be found but also want to be a mystery? i didn’t know what you were trying to say and do back then so i slide it just like that until i found you hanged on your dark room. a day before your graduation.

i wondered on why did you do it. you were always a symphony constantly on crescendo. never dulled your shine for anyone. you were a virginal combustion of rain and curiousity, of  fireflies and forest ponds. my sister, i’m sorry that i wasn’t be able to pick up your silent scream of help. when i saw you that day, i feel like the half part of me is gone.

my dearly beloved, the first love, to my endless love.

there are a lot to say about you, almost too much to say. the day you tore me apart, you’v left me alone then gave me time to heal, to forgive and forget. but did you know the day i heard the news about you had passed away, i dare to say that happiness was definitely not the first thing i felt; in factm the first thing i felt was chaos. blurry, breathless chaos. my brain was telling me one thing but my body was telling me – no, screaming at the top of its lung and dear god it was so loud – another.

all of the sudden everything i do, i feel like, in a flash of memories, someone had shoved a kaleidoscope in front of my eyes. i saw everything you had done to me. every single things.

one. that one time you brought me breakfast and i smiled because you remembered how i liked my coffee warm. / two. on that lazy thursday morning, when i could barely keep my eyes open, you let me sleep on your shoulder in history class without even hesitating / three. in that late night conversation when we were both stumbling drunk, slurring, dancing underneath the starry night was the time you confessed your love to me. my wholesome laugh more than any other sound. / four. you always loved the sound of my laugh. / five. you told me you couldn’t bear to be apart.

you loved me delicately. like i was a wilting flower. and i loved you, and i still am. like a fool, still hanging up on you when you left me all alone. left me the same way my sister did. you left me before your graduation. on the same age my sister did. but i guess it all happened because we should have pay the world back what we owed it. the pain of growing up. we didn’t pay when we should have, so now the bills are due. which is why you did what you did, and why i’m here.

this is why i’m here with nothing left within me.

my dearest self, the last person i’ve met today, to park jimin.

I’m sorry if I lied to them when they asked me if I was okay. I’m not. I’m sorry that I told people the scars in my arms were caused by the cat when it wasn’t. I’m sorry that I keep on lying to people when they asked me did you eat. I’m sorry that I’ve been telling lies about where I’ve been and what I’ve been doing; I’ve been in bed for days, wishing that god would be kind enough to take me to meet him, the love of my life. But I assume people don’t actually want to hear my side of reality.

i’m sorry for not letting you talk to people when i actually don’t really understand how to stick with people. see—i was just too sad to even put up a front, to even take one step out of the bed. i’m sorry for making you not answering any messages nor phone calls from anyone, that i suddenly decided to start distancing myself from everyone with no explanation. i know you always wanted to be a dancer but you see, i just can’t. not in this state. maybe it’s easier if i had a tragic backstory, or a bad parents to blame on — but mom and dad are incredible people, they provided me with anything. maybe it will be easier if i had an excuse to have this kind of feeling. but i’m not. i’m just tired. constantly. that’s why i lied over and over and over again since there’s nothing to be done that could’ve been done with.

i’m sorry that i always got you in the wrong state of mind when the world isn’t that bad of a place and if you look for hope its there It just takes some time.

but i don’t think there will be any time left for me.

[shintorikhazumi]

“Taken”

 A/N: Coz Khazumi is now sorta... Taken? teehee ;P Kidding... or not? Kidding Love, I am, I am :) ... If you ever see this. I’m dead.

AU? Maybe.. not magical.. pretty sure... hmm... college? Bubbly by Colbie is one of my all-time favorite sonnngssss. Also Last Chance by MYMP <3

Warning... Rushed? Super Rushed. SO... bad pacing... and might not be good? But still...

Enjoy?

~Shintori Khazumi

Tapping her foot against the wooden floor paneling of the semi-rustic designed coffee shop, Diana gave her final sigh of impatience before giving up on all this waiting, her cup-o-joe long since drained of its content.

So her date was going to be a no-show, she supposed, disappointed, mad, and sad.

Years of sorting out feelings and such, all gone to waste in just a matter of days. This very special first date, ruined. Diana’s single life... continued.

“Hey Lovely thing, don’t scrunch up your brows. They make you lose some of that charm.”

With a groan, Diana stood abruptly, surprising the flirty fellow customer of the shop. She didn’t need another buffoon to aid her in thinning out her patience.

Leaving a few bills on the table, she walked to the direction of the door, but was quickly blocked by the man’s arm. Diana immediately got a small whiff of his... masculinity... uncontrolled. Eyes narrowed, she glared him down, earning a small whimper to which she inwardly smirked.

“Out of my way.” She commanded.

“Hey now darling,” The male said, putting up a bravado that seemed to annoy Diana even further as he did not do as she wished. Couldn’t he see she just wanted to get out? To not remember this place, the reason why she was here? He spoke up again, to her immense irritation. “I noticed you’ve been alone for some time. Jerk stood you up? Got no class, that guy, but maybe...”

Diana had to lean back as the man seemed to lack any sense of personal space... and personal hygiene as well, it seemed.

“I could show you what a real man is like.”

Diana threw up in her mouth a bit, flicking the man unashamed on the forehead to get him to back off. “Well, if I think about it...” She saw that hopeful, lustful glint in his eyes, smiling slightly before pulling a glare. “... NO.”

Trudging away from the gaping fish of a boy she just rejected, Diana was surprised to have her wrist grasped in a tight hold, now feeling as if she was being forced (which she was) to go along.

“Now listen here, Missy, I don’t care whoever you are or whatever, but-”

“Let go.”

“Huh?”

Murmurs were springing up in the small cafe as Diana’s intense glare was fixated on the intimidated man, many eyes on the scene.

“Let. Go.” Diana reiterated, patience thinning out rapidly. “Or else I’ll call someone to ‘help’ me out.”

“Tch.” 

Smiling victoriously, Diana whipped about, hand free as she exited the small establishment, walking along the pretty much empty sidewalk of this unfamiliar town, city.

Having graduated from Highschool with flying colors, being offered a full-time scholarship at one of the country’s most distinguished institutions was quite the honor. Diana graciously accepted seeing as her dream of being a medical practitioner could be achieved here, in this place. She was a step closer to living that dream.

Happy as she was for this, nothing could beat the feeling of knowing that her best friend, someone who she truthfully could not believe she would refer to as such when they first met, a girl- Kagari Atsuko, was here with her in this town.

Having met during their first year in middle school, Diana admitted they clashed far too often, being polar opposites, sitting on opposite sides of the spectrum.

Akko was a heated ball of determination and fiery dreams. Diana was a cold and resolute, calculating person, never letting many close. It came as a surprise when one day they, this bickering pair, fighting, arguing, debating all the days away, suddenly became the best and dearest of friends- but that story shall be told another time.

As much as Diana said ‘best friend’, her feelings for Akko certainly outgrew the title.

Into their freshman year of high school, Akko, the lazy, tardy caterpillar coming to pick up the early-bird Diana Cavendish at the latter’s house in her fresh uniform, a smile on her lovely face and a small bouquet of flowers in hand as ‘Congratulations for getting into high school’,- or so she said, was a heart-throbbing surprise for the heiress.

Having her favorites all arranged in an eye-catching display, their scents filling Diana’s senses as she took in the warmth of Akko’s sudden hug made Diana realize a few things.

She never wanted to part from Akko.

---------

Into their sophomore year, Diana was granted the pleasure of discovering one of Akko’s well-kept secrets, something she never knew Akko had towards her. Nevertheless, this secret was pleasantly shocking.

Being a part of the student council, Diana always left school late, and Akko, being the ever-caring best friend, waited for her each afternoon religiously, seated in the classroom alone as the sun set, always granting Diana a gorgeous picture to come back from an exhausting meeting to.

One particularly stressing afternoon, Diana walked slowly down the halls of the empty school, body slouching uncharacteristically of her as she made the final curve before reaching her classroom.

The sound of a soft guitar solo playing filled the empty building, and Diana listened carefully, feeling her tiredness wash away, before her body relaxed completely by another sound joining the previous one. A voice. Such a sweet voice.

“The rain is fallin' on my window pane”

As if the heavens were in sync with the singers emotions, a soft rain pelted against the large glass windows, softly enough to not disturb the number.

“But we are hidin' in a safer place

Under covers stayin' dry and warm...

You give me feelings that I adore.

It starts in my toes, and I crinkle my nose Where ever it goes I always know That you make me smile, please, stay for a while now Just take your time-”

Diana regretted clapping that moment. The song came to an abrupt stop as Akko’s head whipped around, eyes turned to the door and expressing panic and dread.

“Sorry.” Diana quickly spoke, hands still frozen in place. “I just had to-”

“N-no! It’s fine!” Akko replied, getting off the desk she was seated on, scrambling to fix up the guitar she managed to find lying around and returning it carefully, still seeming to be in a panicky state. “I just- you’re done already... umm... that... this-”

“It was really nice.” Diana said referring to the same thing Akko was referring to.

A second of silence slipped by, the two girls content on just sharing a look.

“Thanks.”

------

From that time on, Diana encouraged Akko to let this talent out. Although hesitant, Akko shared to her that she had been studying guitar since she was in third grade. Her first teacher was her father, she had said.

Diana suddenly realized why Akko seemed in a rush on wednesday afternoons. She had lessons for guitar then. The blonde had also inquired if Akko ever took voice lessons which the sorter girl denied, saying she didn’t have a good enough voice to need them (something Diana strongly disagreed with).

But reaching their senior year, their third and final year, choices had to be made. Career choices.

As Diana was a member of a long-standing line of medical personalities, she was very medically inclined and was to proceed along those lines, inheriting her families hospital. Akko, on the other hand, was unsurprisingly offered a scholarship in a farther town for a music program she had always wanted to join.

Despite being happy that her dear friend was acknowledged for her brilliance, Diana was torn as this would mean they would be apart. 

Smitten by Akko after all these years, she had wanted to confess and  possibly... have Akko as more than a friend after and into their adult life, maybe living together(?) if that wasn’t pushing it.

But Diana was to attend a nearby national college, her family’s alma mater. They were going to be separated for too long.

And so a prom passed, exams, final requirements, the grand day of recognition and proceeding to the next stage of life, and it was graduation night.

There was a party thrown by Amanda O’Neill, a celebration for their class and everyone was invited. Diana was not a very loud person, and certainly not a party-goer. Opting to sneak out into any quiet place, she found a room, occupied by one best friend, a soft bed, and a guitar.

A sense of deja vu washed over the girl as they both found themselves caught in a stare-off, frozen, before Diana managed the words...

“Play for me?”

------

Akko ended up playing a few songs, Diana sometimes humming along, the pair all smiles, and subtle gestures, touches. Diana thought it was now or never.

“Akko-”

“Diana-”

Apparently, they shared the same sentiment, eyes conveying every single thought they had.

“Let me sing for you.”

  This is my last dance with you This is my only chance to do all I can do To let you know that what I feel for you is real This is the last chance for us This is the moment that I just cannot let end Before I know that theres a chance were more than friends

So don't let go Just make it last all night long This is my last chance to make you mine

“Diana... I love you.”

--------

A long discussion followed that night and Diana found herself with a girlfriend, the happiest lady alive. And it could only get better as she received a full-time offer from the school that also had Akko’s music program. It was a miracle that she would not allow to go to waste as she thanked the heavens for this blessing.

And this was how they ended up in the same unfamiliar town, the same city.

And Diana walked aimlessly still, just along the sidewalk until she found an empty park, beautiful in its peace and tranquility.

Seating herself on a cold bench, Diana thought on their relationship.

It had been about two months since they got together, but the reason for this meeting today was that they had yet to have their first date as both people found themselves incredibly busy over the course of the break, barely having enough time to sit and chat with all the packing and paperwork for moving and the campus and dorms. Diana’s family also had a vacation abroad.

Saying Diana was looking forward to this day was an understatement. She was far too excited, she needed this.

Alas, Akko was late, the two not sharing a dorm room due to different programs, apparently a no-show, and Diana simply wanted to cry, her day ruined.

She felt it. A drop of water touching her skin, splashing it’s sadness on her like a tin bomb. Slowly this drizzles intensity increased, Diana being forced to get up from her seat and seek shelter.

This rain made her even sadder as it was the time she needed comfort the most, and yet nothing shielded her from this sorrow, the skies crying with her-

...pup.

It was that kind of sound, Diana thought. How this particular cloth when hit by rain sounded. It was an umbrella. Diana knew it that it could have just been another kind soul, but it wouldn’t hurt to hope? Looking up with a name on her lips, “Akk-” Diana frowned, seeing he man from earlier, his gaze stopping her words from escaping.

A smirk formed on his face, and Diana knew this was no act of kindness. “Thought you could get away after putting me on the spot like earlier?” He growled, hand grabbing the woman’s wrist.

“Have you been following me?!”

Wordlessly, Diana felt herself being tugged into a particular direction, her protests falling on deaf ears, her yells muted by the rain.

“Help, someone!” Even if she had a strong enough will, a man’s physique was stronger by nature. Especially this one’s. “Help!”

“Quiet!” 

Without much choice as she was being dragged, only one thing entered Diana’s mind, and heart.

“AKKO!” 

“Ladies should be treated with care.” A voice said coldly, threateningly. “Especially ones that are taken.”

Diana felt herself effortlessly pulled into a warm protective embrace, no more hurtful hold on her wrist as the contact with the man ceased. Finding herself under a different umbrella, Diana’s eyes tried to focus and she saw another hand, one holding her captor’s hand in a way that would certainly force him to let go of her.

“When they say let go,” The voice full of warning suddenly had a temperature drop, sounding so terrifying, ensuring nightmares. “Let. Go.” 

Watching the chap released and running in the distance, Diana fond herself releasing a breath she did not realize she was holding. Now that she as sure she was safe, her heart thumped loudly against her chest, now growing conscious of this point-zero proximity she shared with her... girlfriend.

Not that t wasn’t alright, just that the heiress was always embarrassed by these sorts of things, still trying to accustom herself to them.

“Are you alright?” That familiar loving voice whispered into her ear, an arm wrapping around her waist as the other hand held up an umbrella for the pair to share. Diana registered a new sound. It was a worried voice, a sorry voice. A voice that regretted, a cracked voice.

Nodding silently as Akko hugged her from behind, Diana hoped she could feel the gesture, not knowing what to say or do. Honestly, she was still rather upset that Akko had not come to their date. As much as she wanted to turn around an return the embrace, she couldn’t. She couldn’t bear the negative feelings she held towards Akko at that moment. She couldn’t even hold the hand on her stomach that was panting calming patterns to soothe her.

“I’m sorry.”

Words were meaningless to Diana. But she did need an explanation, and for that, she needed those meaningless words. Yet, she couldn’t form them for herself. It frustrated her.

“I’m so sorry, Diana.” She only nodded in response. “Please... forgive me.” Akko’s voice as cracked and Diana knew she was now crying. A warmer wetness was spreading on her shoulder. “So, so sor-”

“Why.”

“Huh?” 

Managing that one word was already far too difficult for Diana, so she was glad that Akko had heard it and began explaining.

“Diana, I... you see... my mother called- oh, but I know this has been something you’ve been waiting for! I’m so sorry! This is no excuse to ruin our very first date, but... my mom said that my dad go sick, but- oh he go well now, so they were celebrating and... and... they sent me some stuff... and actually... along with those... umm... I can’t believe I left it at home... you were supposed to have- where is it?!”

The hand around her waist momentarily retreated into Akko’s pocket as she heard jingles of keys and loose change and paper. She flinched a bit as she heard skin slapping against skin, Akko hitting her forehead.

“I’m sorry I’m so dumb!” The heiress felt herself being taken by the hand, her freezing hand being covered by Akko’s warm one as she was taken back into more familiar parts of town, walking for minutes in silence.

 Reaching this place, Diana raised a brow as she was being guided into the music department of their school, weaving through empty halls until they finally reached an open and empty room.

“Are we allowed to-”

“Oh don’t worry!” Diana’s question was answered before it was completed. “This is my designated practice room so...” Diana watched as her lover went about, grabbing a cushioned chair and letting Diana sit down as Akko went to a closet and brought out fresh towels, surprisingly. “Don’t ask why we have these here. It’s a musician emote thing.” Akko shrugged, not handing Diana the cloth, but going behind her and gently drying out her hair after placing one on Diana’s lap which the blonde used to dry her body.

After being considerably dry, Diana watched Akko go grab another towel and dry herself off before going around a corner in the room and emerging a few minutes later with warm chocolate milk.

“Again, don’t ask.” She chuckled, handing the cup over to Diana who gratefully accepted.

And now, as they were both settled, Diana in her chair and Akko on the floor in front of her, silence resumed.

“How- how is your father?” Diana tried. She was trying. To make their situation less tense and back to normal. She now knew Akko hadn’t done this on purpose and that it was just some inevitable mishap.

“Hm? O-oh. As I said, he’s better... they never told me he was sick... but well, while celebrating, mom said he got drunk and stumbled into my room and... he found... some stuff.” Akko said his last part with a blush and Diana was now curious.

“Stuff?” She was about to stand from her seat to get closer to Akko, but she was stopped and made to sit back down as Akko’s expressive eyes lit up in the way that told Diana she had something in mind.

So again, the Cavendish could only watch as Akko got up, heading off to the side of the room where Diana spotted a guitar lying around.

While she was left to wonder, Akko was left to be nervous, her fingers quivering and not from the cold. Diana saw all this, even as the musician was sucking in a deep breath before her eyes widened in recognition at a familiar intro being played, before Akko’s voice charmed her in was so marvelous.

“The rain is fallin' on my window pane”

“But we are hidin' in a safer place

Under covers stayin' dry and warm...

You give me feelings that I adore.”

Akko, from her standing position, got on one knee, playing closer to Diana as the medical student remained mesmerized, drowning on those warm pools. 

It starts in my toes, and I crinkle my nose Where ever it goes I always know

Diana giggled as Akko did Crinkle her nose, bumping it against Diana’s gently causing the girl to blush.

. That you make me smile, please, stay for a while now Just take your time wherever you go.”

Diana gasped as Akko drew closer, her eyes now gazing on Diana’s lips as she sang the next part almost in a whisper, guitar being strummed softly.

“I've been asleep for a while now You tucked me in just like a child now 'Cause every time you hold me in your arms I'm comfortable enough to feel your warmth...”

 “Diana...”

Her breath hitched in her throat as Diana’s eyes shifted between looking at Akko’s lips, to gazing into her eyes, mouth dry, words caught. “... Akko...”

“Sing for me?” Having Akko kiss her nose affectionately was unfair, a sort of bribe, Diana would say, nevertheless, as Akko started on the last verse, she consented to the request and sang.

“It starts in my soul, and I lose all control When you kiss my nose, the feelin' shows 'Cause you make me smile, baby, just take your time now Holdin' me tight.. Akko....”

“Yes?” Akko’s hands stilled against the instrument, but Diana could still hear the accompaniment playing on. “What is it?”

“Wherever... Wherever... wherever you go.” Diana sang, to Akko’s pleasant surprise.

“ Wherever, wherever, wherever you go~.” Akko replied, bumping her forehead against Diana’s, singing in response. “Wherever you go I always know.“ She murmured, lips doing what the song said in its final words.

    'Cause you make me smile

“Diana, I’m sorry for being late. Sorry for ruining our first date, sorry-”

“Shhh...” A finger on her lips stopped Akko from further rambling. “It’s okay. Smile?”

And she did.

Diana gasped, Akko putting her guitar to the side and finally pulling something out of her pocket. A diamond necklace, one with the words, ‘Diana, Love and Forever’ engraved on it.

“Akko?”

“You said you wanted it... when we thought we were going to be separated... in high school.”

“Akko...” Diana covered her mouth as tears flowed down, barely registering Akko’s words of planning to give it to Diana on their first date and her mom sending it over because she left it at home. All she heard an knew for sure was-

“I love you.”

...

“I love you too.”

A/N: Too rushed. NO time... Ciao! Gotta runnnnn shoot....TEll me how it was?

~Shintori Khazumi

[theonlykwon]

Jimin Is The New Black | “...Some...Magazines...” | Part Seven

Genre: Comedy, Drama, Slight angst, Smut, Prisonau Rating: M Warning: Drug Use, Sex Playlist: http://theonlykwon.tumblr.com/playlist Main Pairing: Vmin Minor Pairings: Namjin, GKook, Yoonseok, Lumin, Baekyeol, Krislay, Kaimin, Markson, Xiuho Synopsis: Jimin is forced to help Jiyong with a job as payment for getting his phone. The Inmates have a Christmas party and Jimin makes an unexpected new friend. A/N: I did write these a while ago and…it was around Christmas when I wrote it so please just…roll with the Christmas theme :-D It’s not major, but it isn’t very festive for the beginning of August...

Prologue | Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight

Jimin had put this day down to pretty shitty, one of the shittiest actually. Sure, he had had shittier, but this day was pretty up there on the shitty scale.

Firstly, he discovered he had an obsessed stalker who just happened to be a very dangerous and EXTREMELY persistent prison pyromaniac who writes him awful love notes, gives him cheesy flowers and kisses him against his will. And now, he was being dragged through the halls of Bangtan to pay a debt he owed to some strange, orange haired former drug lord who is rumored to be involved in some strange fuck buddy like thing with a teenage serial killer.

The man Jiyong had sent to get him - Youngbae - turned to him as they reached the abandoned bathroom that acted as the orange haired man's office.

"Jiyong said to go straight in," he told him. With a gulp, Jimin nodded his head, but he didn't follow the instructions, just stood there, eyes stuck to the bathroom sign dangling on the door by one screw. Youngbae frowned. "You gonna go in or what?" he asked. Jimin was suddenly snatched out of his daze and nodded once again.

With heavy steps, he made his way over to the door and inhaled deeply before pushing it open and walking in, leaving no room for second thoughts. But what he was faced with made him wish he had just waited outside for a little bit longer. Seunghyun stood in the corner with his usual stoic expression while two other man sat on the sofa with joints in their hands, the atmosphere completely calm, and none of them paid any mind to the naked, sweating Jiyong on the sofa, moaning loudly as he thrust in and out of Jungkook.

Not so much a rumour after all then....

Jimin immediately covered his eyes from the scene, jaw dropping open.

"Oh! My god! I'm so sorry!" He said. Jiyong placed a harsh slap on Jungkook's cheek, making the younger moan louder at the pleasure and pain. Jiyong grinned and turned to Jimin.

"Oh, Jiminie, you got my message, good." he said. Biting his lip, Jungkook brought his hand up and grabbed Jiyong's bright orange hair and pulled it harshly, making Jiyong growl with lust. "Fuck baby," he groaned.

"Umm...I didn't know you were busy...I'll uhh come back later." He said. Jiyong frowned at the boy.

"No, stay." he replied. Was this guy fucking serious? Then again, Jiyong was fucked up in many ways, maybe exhibitionism wasn't completely out of character. And neither were the sharp, red marks marring both of the naked bodies in the shape of finger nails. Looks like he was just as fucked up as he was kinky. Jimin had no choice, so he just stood there, trying not to let the sounds coming out of the twos mouths disturb him too much, although the sound of Jungkook slapping Jiyong hard against the cheek could haunt him too much.

Suddenly, the younger threw his head back, and with Jiyong's name on his lips, he reached his climax. It only took a few more thrusts for the elder to cum inside his lover.

There was a silence of only Jiyong and Jungkook's heavy breathing as the two came down from their high. Jiyong gave his lover a grin before leaning down and catching his lips in an impatient, lazy yet no less passionate kiss.

"Such a dirty boy Jungkookie." Jiyong chuckled as they broke away from the kiss. Jungkook giggled and Jiyong pecked his lips before sitting up. He turned to Seunghyun and took the black dressing gown he held out while Jungkook grabbed the one that had been discarded on the floor.

Jimin quickly peeked in the gap in between his fingers and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the two had finally covered themselves up. The two both stood up from the sofa, but as Jungkook began to make his way to the door, Jiyong pulled him back. Jungkook giggled and leaned into kiss Jiyong in a faster, more desperate kiss then the last.

After what seemed like forever, they both pulled away. Jungkook returned the elder's grin before turning and walking away, gaining a pat on the ass from the orange haired boy.

"See you later baby." Jiyong said. Jimin tried his hardest not to make eye contact with the boy as he walked past, but he could feel the icy gaze on him until the second Jungkook had finally left the room.

Jiyong sighed and he slumped back onto the couch. Seunghyun held out a joint to the man and Jiyong had no trouble taking it and allowing the white haired man to light it. He took a deep drag of the joint and let the smoke dissolve into the atmosphere. He ruffled his messy orange hair before finally remembering Jimin was standing awkwardly in the middle of the room, trying his hardest to try and forget what he had just witnessed.

"So, ChimChim, do you happen to remember that I did you a small little favor not so long ago?" he asked. Jimin nodded. How could he forget. Jiyong let more smoke out before continuing. "Well, I also can recall you agreeing to do me a favor in exchange for getting you said phone," he added. Jimin sighed and nodded. "I told you that if I found myself in a situation where I need some assistance, then you would help me in exchange for getting you your phone." he said. Jimin nodded once again, finding no point in denying it. Jiyong took another drag before sitting forward and leaning his elbows on his spread legs. He let out his smoke.

"Well, I have a situation that I need some assistance with, and I think your sweet ass would be perfect for it." He told him. Jimin gulped.

"W-what do you want me to do?" he asked. Jiyong grinned.

"Well, as you know, I am the one in this prison people turn to get them whatever they want. I'm like Bangtan's Santa Claus, and you, my dearest ChimChim-ah, are going to be my little elf," he said. Jimin frowned.

"I don't understand," he said. Jiyong leaned back on the seat.

"Well, today is the day I'm getting some new stuff in from outside of the prison, and I need you to distract the prison guards while my men bring the stuff in for me." he told him. Jimin's eyes widened. What Jiyong was asking him to do was EXTREMELY risky.

"What?!" He asked in disbelief. Jiyong shrugged.

"Don't worry, I only ask this because the man who usually does it has been...detained further in the prison," he said. Daesung frowned.

"You talking about Bobby? Wasn't he thrown in solitary for it?" he asked. Jimin's eyes tripled in size once again.

"Solitary?!" He asked. Jiyong rolled his eyes.

"Only for three months." He told him. Jimin stared at the ground, shaking his head.

"I'm sorry, but I can't do this Jiyong," he said. Jiyong stood up from the sofa. He displayed an innocent smile as he walked over to Jimin until he was invading the boy's personal space, giving him a more intense, intimidating gaze than his lover ever could.

"Too bad ChimChim-ah, you made a deal, and now, you need to hold up your end," he told him. Jimin gulped. What the fuck had he gotten himself into?

"You're lucky if you ask me, he could've asked you for MUCH worse." Jimin groaned. He expected that to be Hoseok’s response to his predicament. That or--

"I told you not to go see him." Hoseok added. Jimin groaned louder and banged his head on the table. He was in total despair. He had just explained everything that happened at Jiyong's abandoned bathroom (leaving out the part about his kinky exhibitionism with Jungkook) to Hoseok, Namjoon and Jin as they all sat around in the newly decorated rec room and none of them had any good advice on what to do or how to get out of it.

"How are you gonna distract them?" Jin asked. Jimin raised his head to wearily look at his hyung.

"I have no idea." he replied. Namjoon sighed and smiled over at the boy.

"Well, you know I'd love to help you ChimChim." He said. Jimin's eyes widened.

"Really?" The blonde hummed as he nodded.

"Of course, there's just one problem." he said. Jimin frowned. "I don't want to." He told him. Jimin rolled his eyes and banged his head on the table. Jin shook his head and leaned back into Namjoon's chest as he watched the boy fall into complete despair. Jimin finally lifted his head after a sufficient amount of time groaning into the table like a dying walrus and leaned back in his chair.

"You got yourself in this mess Jimin. You need to sort it out yourself." Hoseok told him. Jimin sighed. Why did he choose this time to be on his high horse? Why couldn't he have been the happy, excitable, slightly irritating Hobi right now?

"You guys always get stuff from Jiyong, does he ask you to do stuff like this as well?" he asked Jin and Namjoon. Namjoon nodded.

"Yup, I remember last time I asked for something, I had to rub his feet." He replied. Jimin raised his eyebrow.

"Really? What did you ask for in exchange?" he asked. Namjoon gulped.

"...Some...magazines." he replied. Jin chuckled and hit the guy on the arm.

"I remember when I asked for my hair straighteners he made me be his assistant for the day. I literally just had to give him weed and endure watching him and that psychopath go at it like rabbits." He said. Jimin screwed his nose up at the bad memories brought up from his visit.

"You saw that too?" he asked. Jin stared at him with an unamused expression as if to say 'are you kidding me?'

"Five times. Guess who had to clean up the cum when they were done. And Jiyong is a kinky mother fucker, whatever you saw was nothing compared to what I saw. Did you know he has a collection of cock rings he frequently enjoys using on his fuck buddy?" He asked. Jimin and Hoseok both let out an in sync 'ewww' but Namjoon just grinned.

"Yes, but we also know of someone who has a collection of dildos. I don't think you're in any position to talk about other people being kinky." he said. His words earned a slap on the arm from the elder. Jimin would say he was disgusted,  but then he remembered all the things he and Taehyung used to do when they were dating, and decided it was better to keep himself shut up.

"I told you that in confidence Namjoon, you don't need to let everybody know." Jin told him. Namjoon chuckled.

"Yes I do Jinnie." He replied.

"You really don't." Hoseok told him. Namjoon and Jin laughed at the current, disgusted expression on Hoseok's face and Jimin suddenly began to wonder what lead them to talk about other peoples sex habits.

Suddenly, a laugh from the other side of the room caught his attention. Jimin turned to see Taehyung laughing at something Jisoo had said to him. Jisoo grinned at the blonde with a look that seemed to spark something in Jimin. He convinced himself he had no idea what he felt when he felt as he watched Jisoo wrap his arms around Taehyung's waist and pull him closer, all while looking at him with a mischievous, lustful gaze that Taehyung only welcomed and returned easily, but he knew what it was, he knew all too well.

Jin didn't miss Jimin's gazes over at the two (cause he's fucking Kim Seokjin, what do you expect?), and as he took in Jimin's current expression, a smirk began to grow on the elders face. He had been watching ever since the two had entered the prison. The stolen glances, the look of complete disgust if they saw each other with someone else, the fond looks as they laugh with each other, the resentment. He saw it all, and if he was completely honest, he thought of these two as complete idiots for being so blind to each others behaviour. It was so obvious to everybody surrounding them, but they just could see how crazy they were for each other.

"They make a gorgeous couple." He said. Hoseok and Namjoon followed his eyes over to Taehyung and Jisoo.

"Defiantly, you wouldn't complain if you saw those two fucking." Namjoon replied. Jin chuckled, and turned his attention to Jimin.

"What do you think Jimin-ah? Aren't they cute?" he asked. Jimin sighed out of his nose.

"...Yeah..." he replied. Jin grinned.

"They should date. They seem really well suited and they're both stunning.  And Taehyung looks really happy. Don't you think Jimin?" he asked. Jimin rolled his eyes. He could see what Jin was doing, and he wasn't going to fall for it, no matter how much he was pissing him off.

"Yes he does look happy. They are very well suited, they have a lot in common, both very lively, and gorgeous, they look cute together." He said. Jin couldn't conceal his smirk. That was exactly what he wanted to hear to know his suspicions were correct. He knew Jimin wouldn't fall for his tricks, he wasn't an idiot. But his reaction was what he was definitely looking for.

"Not as cute as you and Tae together though." Jin told him. The younger was suddenly thrown back by Jin's words. At first, he thought he was kidding, but as Jin's smile softened, he realised he was being completely serious. He suddenly realised he had been staring for so long, and averted his gaze down to the floor.

"...I...thank you..." he replied.

Two Years Earlier

The peice of paper was taunting him.

It was calling his name.

The piece of paper in question was the receipt the stunning customer from the other day had written his number on and was currently sitting on the end of the diner counter. Jimin couldn't take his eyes off of it as he scrubbed furiously, trying desperately to ignore it.

It had been two days since he had served Taehyung and he had been fighting himself internally. He was desperate to call him, but Daehyun (who had no idea Jimin was chasing a guy) had told him not to be too eager and wait for at least three days, that’s what he did with Eunji, his fiancee. Jimin was reluctant, but decided his best friend's advice made sense. Or...it...kinda did?

And so, he found himself nearly killing himself trying to stop himself from calling the guy up. He just wanted to hear his voice. That deep, melodic voice that had been heard in his...not so innocent dreams over the past two days. He didn't want to scare Taehyung away though.

Jimin sighed and continued cleaning behind the diner counter. His mind registered the ring of the bell above the door, but he didn't react to it.

"Hey." Jimin froze as the deep voice spoke out to him. He looked up to see Taehyung smiling widely at him, looking just as stunning as he did the other night, maybe even more as he wore an oversized jumper and ripped black skinny jeans. It took a second for Jimin to realise he had just been staring strangely at the boy for a ridiculous amount of time. He suddenly shook himself out of his stupidity and allowed the wide smile to appear on his face.

"Hey! It's good to see you again." he replied. Taehyung grinned and nodded.

"It's nice to see you too Jimin." he said. Jimin grinned. He remembers my name!!

"Um...what can I get for you?" he asked. Taehyung hummed and took a seat on one of the counters spinny chairs.

"Chocolate and Strawberry milkshake please." he said. Jimin's grin widened at the familiar, peculiar request the boy made.

"Right away." He said.  He discarded the rag in his hand and turned to get the boy his order immediately. A silence followed as Jimin faffed about with the milkshake machine. Taehyung bit his lip as he watched the boy. The waiter was more gorgeous then he remembered. And his ass was rounder then it was the other day as well. How is that even possible?

"How come you haven't called me yet?" Taehyung asked. Jimin turned, an adorably oblivious look on his face. He turned around, the youngers milkshake in hand. Great, thanks Daehyun for getting me in this situation, now what am I supposed to say? He placed the milkshake in front of him.

"Um...well, I just thought...I've been busy and...why rush?" He asked with an awkward chuckle. Taehyung smiled and nodded. The elder scratched the back of his head awkwardly.

"You were gonna wait three days weren't you?" he asked. Jimin looked at him with perplexed, wide doe eyes. Taehyung casually sucked the straw in his drink as he waited for his answer. The boy quickly gave up and chuckled.

"...Yeah..." he said. Taehyung nodded his head.

"Yeah, that never works." He replied. Jimin sighed.

"I wanted to call you right away, but my friend said that would be too eager."  He said. Taehyung grinned.

"Your friends an idiot. Just saying. I would've loved it if you called me right away." he said. Jimin smiled.

"I'm sorry." he replied. Taehyung shook his head.

"Don't worry about it." he replied. Jimin smiled as Taehyung took another sip of the milkshake. "Do you have any plans after you've finished your shift?" he asked. The elder couldn't even try to hide his smile as he shook his head.

"Nope." he replied. Taehyung grinned.

"Now you do." He said. Jimin chuckled at Taehyung's carefree attitude.

"What are you thinking?" He asked. Taehyung shrugged.

"A few things."

Taehyung gasped as his back hit his wall,  but was immediatly silenced by the waiters lips crashing against his. Somehow, they found themselves back in Taehyung's apartment, and they wasted no time jumping on each other as soon as they wandered in.

The shorter held the boy tightly as he kissed his plush, glossed lips, Taehyung's fingers running through his hair. He couldn't get enough of the slight taste of chocolate and strawberry lingering on the flirts lips. He turned his attention to Taehyung's neck and began to create purple marks in the boys perfect skin. Taehyung let out tiny whines and moans that would surely be featured in Jimin's dreams. After he had made a sufficient amount of marks on his lovers neck, Jimin connected their lips once again.

Taehung pulled him closer, moaning only increasing as the kiss became more desperate. His hands traveled down and under the boys shirt. A small gasp left his mouth. He pulled away to give Jimin a cheeky grin.

"Well hello there Mr Six Pack." He said. The elder let out a chuckle, eyes floating down to look at his perfect lips before he pulled his shirt over his head to reveal the perfectly defined abs and arm muscles. Taehyung's grin only widened. Could this guy get any more perfect?

"You have to be the sexiest guy I've ever met Park Jimin." he said. Suddenly, Jimin found himself pushed onto the boys bed with a thud. Before he could register what was happening, the brunette was already climbing above him and straddeling him. He kept his lips mere inches away from his lovers, staring into his chocolate brown eyes.

"Hiding anything else from me?" he asked, voice seductively low. Jimin's hand traveled up Taehyung's thigh before he rolled his hips, causing the younger to gasp at the delicious friction against their clothed crotches, and as Jimin continued grinding against him, the gasps turned into moans. He never expected he would be fucking a stunning brunette he only met breifly two days this afternoon, he had never really fucked a man before, women yes, and lots of them, but never men before, but he had watched enough porn to be fairly certain he knew what to do. And judging by the moans flowing from Taehyung's mouth, he wasn't doing that badly.

"I may be, you'll have to find out." He replied. Taehyung giggled and bit his lip.

"I'll be sure to love every second of it." He told him. He leaned in and placed a chaste kiss on Jimin's lips before placing yet another on his perfect jawline, and then his collarbone. Jimin hummed as Taehyung worked his way further and further down his body, down his abs till he reached his trousers. He looked up to his lover and flashed him another cheeky grin before unbuckling his belt

"What are you hiding in here baby?" he asked. Jimin chuckled, but as Taehyung pulled down his trousers along with his bright red boxers, he didn't take more then a second to lick the head of the boys dick teasingly. Jimin let out a gasp.

"Tae..." he sighed. Taehyung giggled and continued to tease the younger till Jimin was grabbing at the bedsheets, grinding his hips up, desperate for more. "Please baby, please." He groaned. Taehyung grinned before finally taking the older boys dick in his mouth. As his dick hit the back of the brunettes throat, Jimin moaned and had to restrain himself from face fucking him right then and there.

His moans only increased as Taehyung bobbed his head up and down his dick, leaving little space for the elder to catch his breath from the extreme pleasure he was receiving. No woman had ever pleasured him this much before, he was right to choose Taehyung, the boys mouth was literally heaven. And when Taehyung moaned around his cock, sending another wave of pleasure up the boy, Jimin couldn't hold it in anymore.

His fingers laced into Taehyung's soft bowl cut and he immediately thrust in to match Taehyung's already fast pace.

"T...Tae...h...hyung....shit...jesus...baby..." He moaned. Taehyung chuckled, causing vibrations to be sent up the boys body and making Jimin moan even louder. With every bob of his head, he felt his end near.

"Shit...Taehyung...I-I'm...I'm....fuck...I'm gonna...cum..." Jimin moaned as he felt his climax nearing. It only took a few more of Taehyung's sucks to have the boy finally cumming in his mouth. He swallowed all of it shamelessly, all while keeping eye contact with the brunette with wide, innocent doe eyes. Jimin couldn't help the chuckle that left his lips.

"I've seriously hit the jackpot with you haven't I?" he asked. Taehyung giggled and climbed up to straddle him once again. In a split second, Jimin rolled them around, so now he was topping the younger. Jimin leaned in and captured the boys lips without a second thought. Taehyung moaned into the kiss and wrapped his arms around Jimin's neck to pull him closer. He quickly turned his attention to the boys neck and began to suck and nipp gently at it.

"You've never fucked a guy before, have you?" Jimin's kisses ceased as soon as he heard the question being asked. He moved so he was staring Taehyung in the eyes. His gaze immediatly dropped.

"Umm...not...really." he replied. Taehyung frowned.

"So..virgin? Or straight?" He asked. Jimin grinned.

"I've fucked women before." He said. A wide grin grew on Taehyung's face.

"You've never fucked a guy before? Jimin-ah what have you been doing with your life?" He asked him. Jimin chuckled. Taehyung ran his fingers through his hair. "Don't worry, I'll teach you baby." He told him. Jimin grinned and leaned in to kiss his new lover once again, but then he realised something. he pulled back from the kiss.

"Ok, this has gotta go." he said. Taehyung giggled and allowed the shorter to pull the oversized jumper over his head, revealing his own toned stomach before Jimin turned his attention to the ripped skinny jeans and began to pull them down.

"What are you hiding down here TaeTae?" he asked with a sly grin. The brunette giggled and let his head sink into the pillows underneath him. Jimin kissed his v line as he pulled the jeans along with the black underwear down to his ankles. Suddenly, he was flipped over, and Jimin sucked in his breath.

"You have an amazing ass you know TaeTae." He told him. Taehyung chuckled, but he suddenly took a sharp intake of breath as Jimin's tongue suddenly entered. Moans spilled out of his mouth, each one louder then the last.

"Jimin-ah...fuck.." He groaned. Jimin chuckled and continued eating him out. When his tongue hit the perfect place, Taehyung screamed out.

"FUCK ME! JUST FUCK ME JIMIN!" he cried. Jimin grinned.  He kissed his way up Taehyung's back, occasionally bit down on the soft skin, before linign his dick up at the boys enterence. The two were already drenched in sweat and they hadn't even finshied yet. He thrust in, causing Taehyung to moan out.

He continued to roll his hips. Looks like his dance training was paying off in more ways then one. He placed kisses all down the slope Taehyung's neck and left beautiful hickies everywhere he could reach. Taehyung was becoming numb with pleasure as Jimin thrust in and out of him, hitting the perfect spot every single time.

A whine escaped his lips as Jimin pulled out, but he was suddenly flipped over and Jimin entered him once again, causing him to scream out in pleasure. The younger finger were pulling at the sheets, trying to find some release from the overwhealming pleasure as Jimin rolled his his hips in the most delicious ways.

Jimin's grip grew tighter with every thrust, which would no don't result in bruises not soon after, but neither cared, their minds were too far away, too numb to acknowledge it, and the slight feeling he felt actually added to Taehyungs pleasure. Without even thinking, Taehyung had begun to move himself and met the elders movements.

Jimin moved down and caught the boys lips in a passionate kiss. Taehyung groaned. He locked his fingers in the waiters hair and pulled the boy closer. Their lips moved in perfect synch, every swipe of their tongues just feeding their desire to be have more and more. The elders lips trailed to his neck once again and created a beautiful pattern of hickies.

"Taehyung...fuck...you're so fucking gorgeous." He told him. The boy could only moan in response.

"Let me ride you." He whispered. Jimin grinned and placed another passionate kiss onto the youngers plush lips before rolling onto his back, bringing Taehyung up to stranddle him. The younger didn't waste any time bouncing on the boys hips, allowing an aray of moans to leave his lips. Jimin was in the same state, letting gasps and groans to spill out.

Taehyung bounced, head fallen back, mouth open in a silent moan, and in that moment, Jimin decided that no matter how stunned he was by Taehyung's  beauty when he wandered into the diner that night they first met, or how blown away he was when he wandered in this morning, he had decided Taehyung had never looked as gorgeous as he did in this moment.

"J-Jimin! Shit! Don't stop! I'm gonna...FUCK! I'm gonna cum!" He yelled. Jimin chocked out a response, mind still numb.

"Ahh...so am I baby...shit!" He groaned. It only took a few more thrusts before Taehyung moaned his lovers name along with every profanity known to man as he released. Jimin swiftly followed, spilling straight into Taehyung. Silence took over, the only sounds being the sound of their heavy breath as they came down from their highs. Taehyung leaned down and placed a loving kiss onto his lips before finally rolling off of him and onto the bed next to him.

It took a moment for their brains to catch up with them.

"That was...holy shit." Taehyung groaned.

"Yeah...my words...exactly." Jimin said, just as dazed. Taehyung rolled onto his side to display his heart stopping grin to the man.

"Are you sure you've never fucked a man before?" He asked. Jimin chuckled.

"Pretty sure." He replied. Taehyung hummed and curled up into his lovers side.

"You're amazing." He told him. Jimin grinned.

"Not so bad yourself." The elder replied. Taehyung sighed.

"I've had a lot of practice." He told him, earning a playful wack  on the arm courtesy of the waiter. "So...what exactly is this?" He asked.  Jimin frowned.

"I thought you of all people  would know." He replied. Taehyung rolled his eyes.

"No, I mean is this a casual thing or do you want it to be more serious?" He asked. As he peiced together the clues, a small smile crept onto the waiters face..

"Like...boyfriends?" He asked. Taehyung shurgged.

"If thats what you want. I'm cool either way." He told him. Jimin grinned. He conjoured up his courage and asked the question he'd been dying to for the past three days.

"Will you be my boyfriend Taehyung?" He asked. In one swift movement, Taehyung straddled thre boy and attacked his lips in a lazy, and passionate iss. When he finally pulled away for air, he beamed down at the elder..

"Of course Park Jimin." He whispered.

Taehyung didn't find doing laundry as his work duty as a taxing job to do, and it definatly wasn't the worst. It was actually quite peaceful in the laundry room with the gentle hum of the washing machines all working at once and creating a soothing harmony. It also gave him time to think. But there was only one thing that occupied his mind, and it had occupied his mind for a while now.

And that was the 1.73, black haired, insole wearing, angel voiced man named Park Jimin.

He felt sick of thinking about Jimin, he felt sick of being so head over heels over someone who has no only moved on from him, but is also promised to another person, he feels sick of being sick of loving Jimin. He feels sick of contantly having to remind himself that he's probably never going to get the man he was once convinced was his soulmate.

But, even though he knew this, he was dedicated to the new promise he had made to himself to try everything to get his ex boyfriend back, even if all the odds were weighed against him. He wasn't going to back down, sure it would take some time for his plan to work out the way he wanted and patience was not a vertue he claimed to posess, but there was no way he was just gonna give up on the one person has ever loved.

"Earth to TaeTae." Taehyung looked up from the underwear in his hands to smile at Jisoo.

"What?" He asked. Jisoo grinned and threw a bed sheet into the washing machine.

"You seem very far away. Whatcha thinkin'?" he asked. Taehyung sighed as he threw the laundry into the washing machine.

"Nothing. Just...wandering whether these pants are supposed to be pink or they just belong to Jo." He said as he held up the frilly pink pants. Jisoo chuckled.

"Yeah, you find a few of those in here, you get used to finding the inmates 'feminine sides'" he replied. Taehyung grinned and turned to his partner.

"Let me guess, you're wearing your frilly black underwear today?" He asked. Jisoo scoffed.

"Of course not. It's frilly purple pants today." He replied. Taehyung laughed.

"Really?" He asked. Jisoo hummed and nodded.

"Yep, I like to keep it classy. Black panties are for hoes." He said. Taehyung grinned, but it soon faltered as Jisoo took a step towards him.

"Would you like to see them TaeTae?" He asked. Taehyung chuckled as he shook his head and pushed the boy away.

"Maybe later, first, get this done. The sooner this is done the quicker we get to go." He said. Jisoo groaned and grabbed a pile of dirty clothes before throwing it into the washing machine. The silence returned to the room, but not for long, as Jisoos eyes quickly glided to the younger boy, and namely, his round butt.

At that moment, Jin walked in, carrying a basket of laundy he began to throw into the washing machine. He shared their work duty, and Taehyung felt good working with two people he got along with. Jisoo immediatly reverted into stelth mode, a sly grin stretching on his face. He slid closer to Taehyung and whispered into his ear.

"You know Taehyung, I found a little secluded place in this wash room. Nobody would be able to see if you wanted to join me in exploring it." He said. Taehyung grinned.

"Jisoo, what did I tell you? Can we just get this stuff done please?" He asked, chuckling. Jisoo sighed and stared down at the clothes.

"You know Taehyung, if you're not interested in me, then that's fine, I don't care, but at least tell me so I don't have to follow you around like a puppy dog all the time. I've even offered for you to see my purple panties and you've rejected them. If you don't want me then just tell me, just please don't drag me along." He told him. Taehyung's eyes grew wide.

"No! I am! It's just...complicated..." he said. Jisoo frowned.

"How so?" he asked. Taehyung sighed. He really did like Jisoo, he was very funny and gorgeous, and someone he would absoloutly fuck about with under the sheets. But whenever he messed about or flirted with Jisoo, he would feel like he was betraying Jimin, even though he was sure he didn't care at all if he flirted with the older man or not. But, something was stopping him. He sighed. He couldn't exactly tell Jisoo he was carrying a torch for his engaged ex boyfriend.

"Well...to begin with, I'm in prison. I never thought I'd be in here by the age of twenty. I thought I'd be here when I was eighteen, so it's a bit later then I expected so..." Jisoo chuckled.

"Secondly...I'm not very good with relationships...even the purely physical ones...I tend to...take things for granted. Even if I care about the person....I don't understand human feelings as well as everybody else..." he told him. Jisoo sighed and nodded.

"I understand TaeTae. I'm the same. Thats why I tend to avoid serious relationships but I'm too horny to avoid them all together, you know." He replied. Taehyung chuckled. But then he noticed the raised eyebrow on Jin's face. He had kept silent, but Taehyung could feel the elders silent judgement before he turned around and continued to throw stuff into his many washing machines. Taehyung turned back to Jisoo.

"I'm gonna go and get some more detegent." The black haired boy said. Taehyung nodded, displaying his rectangle smile. As Jisoo wandered out of the laundry room, Jin turned around to grab some more laundry out of his basket.

"You really should tell him the truth." He said. Taehyung turned around.

"What truth?" he asked. Jin raised his eyebrow as he met Taehyung's innocent looking eyes.

"The truth where you're in love with your ex boyfriend." He said. Taehyung's heart missed a beat, but a part of him (most likely the stupid part of him) thought it would be best to deny it.

"Which ex? You have to be more specific." He replied. Jin chuckled.

"You know who I'm talking about. I know you know who I'm talking about. Don't try to deny it." He told him. Taehyung shook his head.

"How do you know?" he asked. Jin closed the washing machine door and started tapping in the instructions as he spoke.

"Taehyung, I've seen you. You look at him like he's fucking Abraxas." He told him. Taehyung frowned.

"What does that mean?" He asked. Jin rolled his eyes.

"Like a god." He told him. Taehyung shook his head, but as he opened his mouth to protest, Jin put his index finger up, shutting him up.

"I said don't deny it. It's the most obvious thing in the world. It's why you don't want to get with Jisoo, at least whats stopping you from getting with Jisoo. You're still in love with him. I can see it." He told him. Taehyung sighed. His gaze dropped to the floor.

"It's not like I want to still be in love with him... I want to get over him, I want to love other people, like Jisoo, or at least be able to wank to him without Jimin popping into my head half way into it." Neither men acknowledged the feet wandering into the room and looking through the laundry randomly, as if searching for something, so Taehyung continued without a second thought.

"I don't want to be sick over this all the time, to feel like I'm not good enough for someone like him. I know he's got someone else, and I know he's completly over me and will probably never return my feelings, but I just can't stop it. We were together a year, I wasn't this cut up about someone I had been with for four years." He said. Jin sighed and crossed his arms as he leaned on the washing machines.

"You can't help who you fall in love with Taehyung. And you have no idea how he feels about you, he may not be over you." He said. Taehyung chuckled. "Yeah sure, he's getting married to some fucking perfect, stunning book author who is everything he ever looked for in a partner. She's everything I'm not, which is probably why he fell in love with her." He said. He turned around to continue with his job as he spoke.

"I have no idea how I managed to fall in love with Park Jimin." He said. Suddenly, heavy feet stormed over to him and the blonde found himself being spun around and a harsh punch was suddenly placed onto his cheek. Taehyung was caught so off gaurd that he ended up falling to the ground. Jin gasped as he watched Yoongi hit the younger hard.

"Oh my god!" He shouted. Taehyung held his throbbing cheek and looked up at the black haired man, who stood with his fists clenched tight as he stared down at him with his cold gaze.

"Leave Park Jimin alone." He told him. Taehyung blinked at the random attack and the cold tone of the elders voice, but before he knew it, Yoongi had turned around to face Jin.

"Which one is Jimin's laundry basket?" he asked. Jin didn't need anything else then that to instantly point at a basket. Yoongi nodded and walked over to the basket. He routed through it for a second before pulling out a gray hoodie. As he tucked the hoodie under his arm and turned back to Jin, who was helping Taehyung up off the floor.

"Thanks." The raven haired boy said before stalking off out of the room, dirty hoodie in hand. Taehyung frowned at Jin.

"What the fuck was that about?" He asked. Jin shrugged.

"I have no idea."

Two Years Earlier

Jimin had spent the last week looking so moony eyed and happy - it was almost sickening. The days he had spent with his new pefect, gorgeous, funny, sexy boyfriend were the best he had ever experienced in his life. People were convinced it was just a honey moon stage (people being Daehyun), but he knew it wasn't just that. It had been only a week that they had first began dating, but he had already fallen so deeply for the younger's cute squirrel cheeks and far away gaze.

They could both already feel the happiness radiating from the other, the high expectations they both had were met every single second. Neither of them had ever had a relationship like this ever before; it meant so much to both of them even though they had only just begun to see each other. There was something so special about this relationship, their connection was so strong.

Their sex life was also heavenly. Jimin had progressed quite a bit from the first time they had done it, even if he did say so himself, but it was also evident from how loud his lover would get each time they'd do it. He was extremely vocal and he just got louder and louder every time (not that Jimin was complaining, it was the sound featured in many of his thoughts and dreams now). The way the boy would shout his name at the top of his lungs, followed by a list of every single profanity known to man.

It was so...Taehyung.

And he found it oddly endearing.

The bottom line was, Park Jimin was head over heels in love. And he fell further each day, especially since he was spending so much time with him. He would go to his place after school and work instead of going to his dorm at the campus, he'd spend the night since Taehyung begged him every time and managed to 'persuade' him to stay, which led him to wake up with the boy as well before going off to school (after a leisurely fuck of course).

He always enjoyed it, and now, the weekend was here. And Jimin never thought he would spend his Saturday night getting his dick sucked by a stunning, EXTREMELY talented man. But, here he was, lying in said beauty's bed, clutching at the bed sheets as Taehyung's talented tongue took him over the edge.

"Ahh...fuck baby...yes..." he groaned, earning a hum from the younger. Suddenly, he reached his climax and released inside the brunette's mouth shamelessly. The elder tried his hardest to catch his breath as Taehyung pecked his lips.

"You're still so bad." Jimin said. Taehyung chuckled.

"I'm sorry baby, I'll try to do better next time." he replied. Jimin laughed and wrapped his arms around his neck. He pulled the boy in for a passionate and lazy kiss.

"I'm thirsty," Taehyung mumbled into the kiss. Jimin pulled back, frowning.

"Still?" he asked. Taehyung grinned and wacked the boy on the arm.

"Shut up," he told him. He placed another chaste kiss on his boyfriend's lips before rolling off the bed.

"I'm gonna get some water, be back in a second," he replied. Jimin sighed blissfully as he watched Taehyung wander out and admired the boy's perky derierre. Jimin wasn't the only one who was head over heels in love. Taehyung was also deeply in love with his new boyfriend. It had been a while since he had met someone who was so romantic and caring, and yet just as horny as Taehyung himself was. It was a rare combination, and he had certainly hit the jackpot with the cute little brunette. He hummed to himself as he wandered into the kitchen, not at all ashamed of his naked body as he filled up the glass by the sink with water.

"TaeTae." Taehyung jumped as the voice spoke his name. He turned around and his eyes grew wide at the sight before him. Bogum displayed his usual wide grin as he dropped the bag off of his shoulder.

"Hey baby." he greeted. Taehyung was at a loss for words, but before he could say anything, the elder was strutting over to him and engluphing him in a huge hug. Taehyung blinked and reluctantly wrapped his arms around the boy.

"Bogum? What are...You're back early!" He said. All he could think is:

SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT

FUCKING SHIT!

He had no idea his boyfriend would be back from nearly two years of travelling early, and definitely not when he had a very naked Jimin lying in his bed. He hadn't told the brunette about Bogum. He probably should have. This wasn't how it was supposed to be, he had it all planned out perfectly, now it was all going to fucking shit. Bogum pulled back from the hug to stare into Taehyung's bewildered eyes and began to stroke his soft, rosy cheek with his thumb.

"I missed you, I couldn't stay away for any longer. I wanted to surprise you," and he suddenly noticed the slightly anxious glint in his boyfriend's eyes and frowned, "And...it looks like I was successful." He chuckled. Taehyung shook himself out of his daze and forced an awkward chuckle.

"I. Yeah...um...Sorry baby, I was just...surprised." He replied. Bogum frowned.

"Are you ok?" he asked. Taehyung frowned and nodded. Taehyung nodded.

"Yeah, of course, why wouldn't I be?" he asked with an innocent, but no less forced smile.

"Tae?" Both men turned to the small voice. Jimin had the good grace to throw on a pair of his black underwear before stepping out to greet the company. But as Bogum laid eyes on the half naked, gorgeous boy standing there, blinking at them, he immediatly blew his fuse.

"Who the fuck are you?!" He asked. Jimin frowned.

"Who the fuck are you?!" He asked.  Bogum scoffed.

"I'm Taehyung's fucking boyfriend!" He told him. Taehyung watched as the colour drained from Jimin's face.

"...boyfriend...? But...I'm his boyfriend..." He replied. Both of their eyes turned their attention to the brunette, who was beginning to sweat. Silence fell between the three, until Taehyung let out an awkward chuckle.

"You guys are gonna laugh when you hear this."

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

"Do you have a plan yet?" Namjoon asked as he and Jimin wandered through the halls. Jimin sighed and shook his head.

"Not yet, it's harder then you think." He replied. Namjoon hummed.

"You better think of one soon, times ticking." He repied. Jimin nodded.

"I know, it's driving me crazy, but to be honest...I actually enjoy this. This...rush. Knowing that I'm breaking the rules right under the authoritys nose and getting away with it. It's an awesome feeling," he sighed, "One I haven't felt in a while."

"Married life not treating you well then?" Namjoon asked. Jimin shrugged.

"It's not bad, and I love Seulgi, she's my world, but...I don't know. It's my problem, not hers, but theres something wrong. Maybe I'm just stuck in a rut, hopefully it won't last long." He replied. Namjoon chuckled.

"You sound so whiny and you're not even married yet. Can I just remind you that? You have a lifetime of this to come you know." he told him. Jimin grinned up at the blonde before turning back into his state of reflection.

"I've been thinking a lot about my life while I've been in here. It's one of the only good points, it's made me want to reconsider, make sure I've got everything in my life right before I get out of here. Change for the better and all that jazz." He replied. Namjoon nodded in understanding.

"I don't know, something just doesn't seem right to me, like theres something missing. We have a very...normal relationship. It's like the kind you see in movies, when the two are just sat in silence, reading or eating and they are completely content with each other, and it's like that every day. We have a routine: We get up, she makes me breakfast, I go to work, I come back, she makes me a cup of coffee, we'll watch Stranger things on netflix or one of the dramas she likes, she'll make dinner, we eat, go to bed, sometimes fuck, and then fall asleep and it repeats itself the next day. It's like a never ending cycle of...normal...and I'm not sure it appeals to me. Theres no excitement, no spotinaity. And it's scary to think this'll be the rest of my life as well. There's just nothing to look forward to anymore. What happened to the stupid, impusive idiot who just wanted to get high and fuck beautiful girls?"

"And boys." Namjoon added. Jimin sighed and gave the elder a 'thank you for the reminder' look.

"Yes. And boys."

Namjoon chuckled. "Well, the guy you were fucking is most definatly beautiful." He told him. Jimin nodded. And thats when it hit him. The last time he felt truly excited and happy...was with his ex boyfriend. Sure, their relationship was the most fucked up thing he had ever had, but when he was dating Taehyung, it was truly exciting and spotanious, the very things his current relationship lacked.

But he quickly shook himself out of his current thoughts. Sure, his relationship with Taehyung was filled with spontinaity and was completely unpredictable in a completely eccilarting way and enjoyed every second of it, but what it had in all of the above, it lacked in sanity.

He promised himself never to get into a relationship like that again, no matter how much he loved and craved the disfuction of it all. It was poisonous, Taehyung was a poisonous boyfriend, but he is less toxic as a friend, it's better this way.

"To be honest, I think you should just go with him." Jimin's eyes became wide at Namjoon's statement.

"What? Leave Seulgi for Taehyung?" He asked. Namjoon hummed as he nodded.

"Yep. Taehyung's sexy as fuck, and I've also found it easier to be with a guy, like Jin. It's a womans fault I'm in this place." He told him. Jimin frowned.

"You're in for sexual harassment aren't you?" He asked. Namjoon's smile instantly dropped from his face. After a couple of minutes of silence, he took a deep breath.

"Theres more to the people in this place then the crimes they've committed. Everybody has a story for why they did what they did and how they ended up here. And that counts for me as well." He told him. Jimin nodded slowly. He took a moment to observe the look on his face. Almost everybody hitched whenever you asked them about where they came from or what happened to them that lead them to find themselves in a dump like this.

"I'm sorry." He said. Namjoon sighed and allowed a smile to stretch across his lips. He ruffled the boys ebony hair.

"Don't worry 'bout it." He replied. Jimin smiled, relieved. He didn't have many friends in this place, he didn't want to loose any.

They turned the corner. Minseok, Siwon and Heechul were talking to each other in the middle of the hall that was infested with different convicts, Kai and Taemin talking as they leaned on the wall, Kikwang making his way into the rec room. But what Jimin noticed, was Mino poking his head round the corner of the halls. He mouthed something to Jimin that he didn't quite catch, so he frowned and mouth back a 'what?'.

Mino rolled his eyes and held up a bag in his hand. That’s when Jimin caught on.

It was showtime, and he was nowhere near ready.

His mind stumbled a little bit, before he finally came up with a plan.

Without a second thought, he fell to the ground, letting out an overly dramatic whine as he pretended to faint. Namjoon frowned.

"Jimin?" He asked, staring down at the boy lying on the floor. Luckily, Minseok wasn't so useless in this situation and ran over to the younger boy lying 'unconscious' on the floor.

"Oh my god, Jiminie are you ok?" He asked. Siwon and Heechul followed and kneeled down as Minseok had down and instantly began to try and help Jimin. Namjoon was totally confused, until he looked up to see Mino, Seungri, Daesung and Seunghyun rushing into the next hall with bags in every single hand. He had to supress a laugh. This was Jimin's 'big plan'.

"He's breathing, theres a pulse. It seems he's just fainted. He's quite warm, probably overheated. Namjoon can you get some water please?" Siwon asked. Namjoon nodded and rushed down the hall. Of course, the one person who was completely obvious to this had to walk into the hall at that very moment.

"Oh My God!" Taehyung exclaimed. Jimin's heart stopped. Taehyung kneeled by his side.

"Is he ok?" He asked. Minseok smiled and nodded.

"Don't worry Tae, he's fine. He's just fainted." He told him. Taehyung breathed a sigh of relief, but then Heechul looked up and noticed the purpling bruise on the boys right eye.

"Are you ok? Why do you have a bruise?" He asked. Taehyung hummed.

"Just...walked into a door." He replied. Minseok tutted.

"Be more careful TaeTae." He replied. Suddenly, Jimin began to whine.

"W-what happened?" He asked over dramatically. Minseok began to stroke his hair soothingly.

"Don't worry ChimChim, you've fainted. We're gonna get you to the nurse now ok?" He asked. Jimin blinked a few times before finally spotting Daesung pocking his had round the corner and giving him the thumbs up before finally running off down the hall. With that, the petite male sprung back up to his feet.

"I'm feeling a lot better now, thank you guys." He replied. Jimin beamed down to the perplexed four before grabbing Taehyung's hand.

"Come on Tae." He said before pulling the younger down the hall. Taehyung frowned, but was just relieved he was fine. He pulled him round the coner before finally bursting into quiet laughter.

"Oh my god! That was so exhilarating!" He said. Taehyung frowned.

"Fainting?" He asked. Jimin rolled his eyes.

"I didn't faint Tae, I was just distracting them while Jiyong's men brought some stuff in for him." He replied. Taehyung exhaled. But suddenly, he hit the elder on the arm.

"AND YOU DIDN'T BOTHER TO TELL ME?! I WAS SO WORRIED!" He told him, outraged. Jimin chuckled.

"Sorry TaeTae." He replied. The blonde pouted adorably. Jimin frowned as he noticed the growing bruise on his face.

"What happened to your face?" He asked. Taehyung rolled his eyes.

"Ahh, surprise attack from some douche, I would've faught back, but he wouldn't have been able to handle my killer moves." He said. He mock  punched the air in front of him, but instead of looking bad ass with his 'killer moves', he just looked adorably inept. He hit him gently across the head and grabbed his hand.

"Stop doing that, lets just go." He told him. Taehyung chuckled and the two began to make their way to the rec room. Their hands remained entwined all the way. They fit perfectly together then they ever have before. Or maybe it was just their imagination.

The next day, Jimin was called to Jiyongs office once again, and he found himself begging god he didn't have to do another job for him.

He rejected Taehyung's offer to be his 'backup' and made his way to the office. As he entered, his senses were once again suffocated by the strong smell of weed hanging in the air. The orange haired man began to clap as he saw Jimin enter.

"Here he is, Park Jimin! Genius! Rule Breaker!" He excliamed. Jimin grinned and bowed as he stood in front of Jiyong, who had his arms stretched across the sofa. Jungkook sat next to him, running his long fingers through Jiyong's orange hair. The young boy wore what could pass as a smile as he looked at Jimin. It was slightly unnerving. Jiyong grinned and let his head fall back.

"That was amazing! What did you do again? You fainted? A technique not used before, but I'll take it!" He laughed. Jimin grinned at the floor.

"Thank you Park Jimin for the hilarious performance." He replied. The raven haired boy scratched the back of his head.

"It was the least I could do?" He replied, uncertain. Jiyong chuckled and took the joint out of his mouth.

"You deserve a reward." He told him. He held out the burning joint out for the boy.

"N-no thank you." He replied. Jiyong smiled.

"No, have it, you've earned it." He replied.

"No, thank you." He repeated. Jiyong rolled his eyes.

"Have some, you look like you could use a pick me up." He told him. Jimin shook his head yet again.

"It's alright." He replied.

"I don't have cooties." He told him. He held out the joint for him yet again. Jimin gulped. He had never smoked weed before, he knew Taehyung used to and he used to hate it when he did (he always told his boyfriend that he didn't need weed to be high cause he acted like it anyway), he never wanted to go near the stuff. But the infuriating grin that was currently plastered over the mans face told him that he wasn't going to be let off of the hook with this. "You a pussy Jimin?" He asked. He turned to Daesung and Seungri, who were chuckling. "He's a pussy guys." He said with a wide grin.

Jimin frowned. "I'm not." he told him. Jiyong got up from the sofa. Jimin's throat dryed as the elder strode over to him, eyes locked on him.  He stopped right in front of him and held out the joint.

"Then take it." Jimin gulped yet again. How could a guy with ridiculous bright orange hair be so intimidating? Jimin stared down at the weed Jiyong held in his surprisingly small hands (Still not as small as Jimins though tbh) and blinked. He felt the weight of Jiyong, Jungkook, Seungri, Daesung and Seunghyun's eyes on him. With unsteady hands, he took the joint out of his hand and brought it cautiously up to his lips. Jiyong grinned with approval. Jimin took an uncertain drag of the joint.

As he let the smoke go, he felt his mind numbing ever so slightly and his joints become less achy. All the weight of everything balancing on his shoulders, everything with Seulgi, Taehyung, Yoongi, Jiyong, Bangtan as a whole, everything just fell away with one drag. He felt so much more relaxed then he had in days.

"Looks like ChimChim's not so much of a pussy after all. I'm impressed." Jiyong remarked. He turned around, leaving Jimin with the drug, and took the joint Seunghyun held out for him once again and as Jiyong slumped back down onto his sofa, the taller proceeded to re-light it. Jimin took another drag, ending in a coughing fit this time. Jiyong chuckled and took a drag of his own.

"It get's easier." He told him. Jimin took another drag. He never even considered that he might like this as much as he did. Now he could see why Taehyung loved it so much. Jiyong tapped the seat next to him on the sofa.

"Come join the party." He told him. Jimin nodded and sat down next to the drug lord, letting the drugs wash over him.

"Where the hell have you been?" Taehyung asked as he spotted Jimin wandering into the rec room. Namjoon, Jin and Hoseok all looked up to see the strange grin on Jimin's face.

"Oh, I went to see Jiyong." He replied with a giggle. Jin and Namjoon exchanged perplexed glances at Jimin's current behaviour, even his voice seemed to be off.

"You feeling ok Jimin?" Jin asked. Jimin giggled and fell into the seat next to Taehyung, placing his head on his lap and closing his eyes.

"I'm better then ok. But you know what's bothering me?" He asked. Hoseok raised an eyebrow.

"...What?" he asked cautiously. Jimin raised his arms and stretched them out. He began observing his hands.

"My hands. They're very... strange. Like, why do we have five fingers? Why not six, or seven? And why are they on your arms? Don't Monkey's have them as feet or something? Why can't we be monkeys? We were a billion years ago, why not now. Things would be so much easier." He said. Blinking, everybody remained silent.

"Ok, he's stoned, we need to get him out of here." Taehyung told them. Jin's eyes became wide.

"WHAT?!" He asked i disbelief. Taehyung picked Jimin up and put an arm round him to stop the dizzy boy from falling flat on his face.

"He obviously had some weed with Jiyong, it won't last very long, we just need to make sure no one catches on. I'll take him to our cell so he can sleep." He told them. Hoseok shook his head.

"Jesus Christ." He mumbled.

"Need any help?" Namjoon asked. Taehyung smiled and shook his head.

"Don't worry, I can handle him." He said. He smiled at Jimin widely and spoke slowly. "Ok, Jimin we're gonna go on an adventure ok?" He asked. Jimin grinned and nodded.

"I like adventures." He said. Taehyung chuckled.

"You sure do." He replied before the two walked out. Jimin gave a small wave of goodbye to the other three  as the blonde dragged him away.

"Byyyyyyyyyyyyyyyye~" He said. Taehyung shook his head and tried to act natural as they walked through the halls.

"Jimin-ah?" The two turned as Yoongi stood behind them, giving the raven haired boy a perplexed expression at his current behaviour. Jimin gasped and lunged forward to give the boy a huge hug.

"Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey Yoongiiii hyunnnnng!" He exclaimed. Yoongi pulled back from the hug to stare at his love interest.

"Are you feeling alright baby?" he asked. Jimin nodded.

"I'm greeeat. I'm FLYINGGGGG!" He sang. Taehyung rolled his eyes and grabbed the boy.

"Come on Jimin, we need to get you to bed." He told him. Jimin nodded and waved to Yoongi.

"Goodbye hyuuuuuuuuuuuuuung!" He called. Taehyung continued to lead him out of the room, but before he rounded the corner, he looked back at Yoongi, who was giving him the biggest death stare he could manage. The blonde disregarded it and continued to drag Jimin to the cell.

They managed to make it to the cell with nobody catching on, well, no guards anyway. He thought Kai and Taemin suspected something, acquainted with the drug and could probably spot the symptoms a mile away.

"Ok ChimChim, we're here!" He said. Jimin let out a 'yay' and slumped onto his bed. Taehyung smiled and turned to walk out.

"Will you stay TaeTae?" Jimin asked. The blonde turned around to see Jimin's weary eyes staring at him, a stupid smile stretched across his face and his arms outstretched. Taehyung sighed, but he couldn't resist the elder. He climbed into the bed next to him.

Jimin didn't waste any time wrapping his arms around the boy and pulled him closer.

"This is nice." He said. Taehyung chuckled.

"It is." He replied. Silence fell in between the two. Until Jimin groaned.

"I feel funny, maybe I should lie down." He said. Taehyung chuckled.

"You had a lot of that stuff didn't you?" He asked. Jimin grinned and nodded.

"It feels great though, I can see why you did it." He replied. Taehyung hummed.

"You're gonna feel like shit in a couple hours though." He told him. Jimin sighed and cuddled up to the younger more, taking in the smell of peaches he used to love breathing in every night.

"I don't care." He replied. Taehyung grinned and buried his head in the slope of the boys neck.

"I wanted to call you know..." Taehyung hummed as Jimin spoke again.

"huh?" He asked. He looked up to see Jimin staring down at him, eyes glossy.

"I wanted to call you. But I was too much of a pussy. I was so in love with you. But after everything i said to you, I didn't think you would ever want to see me again. And then when you didn't call me, I thought you didn't love me anymore, so I stayed away." Jimin's voice cracked as the tears welled up in his eyes. He had never told anyone about how he felt after he broke up with Taehyung, let alone Taehyung himself. And the blonde was becoming just as teary with the shocking confession.

"And then I met Seulgi. I thought it would be better to move on from you because I thought you would hate me. And then I just...got swept up and somehow I ended up engaged. But I've never stopped thinking about you. No matter how hard I tried to deny it." He told him. Taehyung blinked back tears. The very words he had longed to hear were the ones to break his heart. He grabbed Jimin's face and stared into his eyes. This probably wasn't the right time to make this kind of confession, but it was questionable as to if Jimin would even remember this conversation, but it didn't matter. He had to tell him this.

"I love you Jimin, I always have, I haven't stopped thinking about you either. I wanted to call you too, so badly, my friends had to wrestle me away frm the phone almost every day. I thought you would be better off without me." He told him. Jimin sighed, his eyelids becoming increasingly heavy with each passing second.

"I'm really tried..." He whispered. Taehyung looked up to see Jimin's eyes close.

"You know Taehyung...I don't think...Seulgi is the right person for me..." He mumbled. Taehyung's eyes grew wide.

"What?" He asked. But Jimin was already fast asleep, face mushed against the pillow.

"Merry Christmas!!!" Hoseok exclaimed as he entered the party. Jimin shook his head, trying to conceal the small smile on his face at his hyungs stupidity, or maybe he was laughing at the stupid reindeer antlers on top of his head. It was hard to tell at this point.

"He's our hyung you know." Jimin's grin widened as Taehyung whispered in his ear. He turned to the blonde to see he was wearing a bright red nose and matching reindeer antlers to Hoseok's. Jimin couldn't conceal his laughter this time.

"You have no room to talk Tae, have you seen yourself?!" He asked. Taehyung's doe eyes grew wide and sad. "What do you mean? Don't you like it? I thought I looked cute." He pouted. Jimin shook his head, grinning up at his ex.

"Don't I look cute ChimChim?" he asked, doing the 'V' sign to add to the 'aegyo'. The younger did look cute, but he never would admit that. It had been a few days since he made the confession while high, and when he woke up, he had no recollection of what happened. Taehyung decided not to tell him, but he could still remember every word.

"Hey ChimChim!" Thank god, he was saved. He turned to Hoseok, who was dancing to the cheesy Christmas tune with all the dad moves he could think of.

"Dance with me!" he said. Jimin rolled his eyes. Taehyung gasped, his arm shooting up.

"I will!" He exclaimed. Hoseok gave the strangest, most unattractive smile he could give as he held his arms out for Taehyung to take. Taehyung immediately grabbed his hands and the two began dancing together. To outside perspectives, it looked like the two were having a competition of who could dance the worst. It would be Hoseok. But Taehyung wasn't far behind.

As 'Jingle Bell Rock' played, they immediately began to recreate a bumbling version of the dance from mean girls, or what they could remember of it, which turns out wasn't that much. Jimin quickly gave up watching dumb and dumber (frankly, he was getting a headache from the two) and made his way to the table set up with totally legitimate party drinks not alcoholic in the slightest. The raven haired man grabbed a drink and sniffed it. Not like he needed to, Jiyong gave him a suspicious wink from the other end of the table when he took the drink. Probably orange juice, gin and a couple hundred roofies.

"Hey Jimin-ah." Speaking of. Jimin froze at the deep voice. Looks like even Christmas meant he didn't get a break from his new stalker. He only wanted the new Grand Theft Auto for Christmas, instead,he got a deranged Yoongi. Said stalker smiled widely at him. Jimin forced a smile and turned his whole body to face him.

"Hi Yoongi." He replied. Yoongi bit his lips as he revealed a nicely wrapped present from behind his back.

"Merry Christmas." he said. Jimin blinked in awe at the item.

"How?...why?..." He asked. Yoongi grinned.

"How? I got Jiyong to get it in for me. I had to do his work duty of toilet scrubbing for a week, but it was worth it. Why? Because I love you Jimin." he replied. Jimin dragged his eyes off the present to look Yoongi right in the eye. Only sincerity could be seen in them.

"It's only small, but I hope you like it anyway. Just don't let the guards see it." He said. Jimin couldn't wrap his mind around it. Wasn't this man supposed to be dangerous? Sure, he hated having a stalker who never left him alone and forced him into kisses he didn't want and he knew this man was dangerous, but...it was Christmas and he was kinda...sweet...in his own way. Smiling, he bowed and took the present.

"Thank you so much Yoongi. That's so sweet." he replied. Yoongi nodded, smile only widening.

"I'm sorry I don't have anything for you--" The elder waved his hand dismissively.

"Don't worry, I don't mind. I just want to see you happy." he replied. Jimin didn't know what to say, so he just bowed again.

"Thank you." he said. Jimin grabbed his drink and turned away.

"Jimin-ah." He turned as Yoongi called his name once again.

"Yes hyung?" He asked. Yoongi grinned. His eyes glided up above the raven haired boy to the piece of mistletoe standing above him.

"Mistletoe." he said. Jimin followed Yoongi's gaze up, and his smile was immediately wiped off of his face. He looked down to Yoongi, who was still smiling sweetly.

"Just a peck?" he asked. Jimin sighed. I guess that’s not that bad?

"Come on ChimChim, rules are rules." Jimin turned around to the orange haired drug look with a very drunk looking Jungkook hanging off of him, arms wrapped tightly around him as the elder leaned on the table. Jiyong grinned widely and gave the boy a wink. Damn this guy. He turned back around to see Yoongi's eyes glued to him and more specifically, his lips. The younger sighed. He had given him a present after all.

"Fine." He said. Yoongi's grin widened for a split second before he bit his lip. The elder stepped closer to Jimin. The younger closed his eyes and waited for the lips to fall on his. And when they did, it still took him off guard. Yoongi's lips were soft, and the chaste kiss lasted for longer then he realised, and turned out to not be just a chaste kiss.

Yoongi placed his hands on Jimin's waist and tilted his head. Jimin's eyes shot open. He immediately began to squirm in desperate attempts to break free, but Yoongi had wrapped his arms around him like a vice. His heart began to beat even faster in his chest as Yoongi forced his tongue in. The noises coming out of the youngers mouth as Yoongi continued to kiss him and pull him closer must not have been very attractive at all, but it didn't discourage the man. After what seemed like years, Yoongi finally pulled away. Jimin tried to regain his breath as Yoongi grinned at him.

"Merry Christmas Jimin-ah." He said. He pecked the boys tiny nose and walked away. His expression told everybody he was EXTREMELY satisfied. Jimin just stood, frozen in horror. Yoongi seemed to always have that affect on him. The only thing that brought him to his senses was a chuckling Jungkook and Jiyong behind him. The shorter turned to give them both a Medusa worthy scowl before grabbing the drink and downing it all at once.

The party turned out actually quite fun, but as soon as Taehyung began dancing with Jisoo, Jimin needed to get out. So he wandered through the doors leading to the courtyard. A silhouetted figure was sat on the bench, staring up at the sky with his back to him. Jimin stepped forward, and then the figure became clearer. Jungkook hadn't noticed him, thank god. He began to slowly back away to retreat back into the party.

"Are you avoiding me?" He asked. Jimin nearly jumped out of his skin. Jungkook's sharp eyes turned to look at him over his shoulder. Jimin straightened his back and bowed.

"Hey, I didn't see you there Jungkook." He replied. Jungkook scoffed.

"You don't need to bow to me, I'm not your hyung." He told him, turning back to the stars.

"Y-Yeah. I know. I just..." His voice trailed off. Jungkook turned and smiled at the boy.

"Why don't you come and sit?" He asked. Jimin stumbled of his words. He didn't want to be close to the serial killer, especially not alone! God knows what would happen if he let his guard down for even a second. The young boy probably had a weapon hidden in his pocket he was planning to shank him with. But he had no idea choice. So he cleared his throat and sat down on the bench next to the young boy. A silence fell between them, and it was deafening.

Jimin flinched when Jungkook let out a sigh, but other then that, the two just sat in silence, staring at the sky full of stars, the muffled Christmas music playing in the hall.

"Are you scared of me?" Jimin's eyes grew wide. He kept his head down, avoiding the youngers gaze.

"N-no, why would you assume that?" he asked. Jungkook shrugged.

"Because of who I am, and what I've done. You wouldn't be the first to assume I just kill random people whenever I feel like it." He replied. He turned to his hyung. "Don't worry, I'm not gonna kill you. I don't work like that." He told him. Jimin nodded, quite unsurely. But, he needed to make it seem like he trusted the younger, he didn't want to make him mad. Jungkook sighed and looked up at the skies. Another silence followed.

"You know, you don't have to stay here, you can go back in if you want." Jungkook told him. Jimin's eyes became wide. He instantly threw his hands up.

"No, don't worry! I need a breath of fresh air anyway." He told him. Jungkook nodded.

"Do you want me to go in instead?" He asked. Jimin shook his head vigorously.

"No! Stay! Please!" He told him.

"I dont want you to feel uncomfortable." He replied. The elder forced a smile.

"Don't worry, I'm fine." He told him. Cocking an eyebrow, Jungkook scoffed.

"You're an awful liar, You know that don't you?" He asked. Jimin scratched the back of his head.

"Yeah." He replied. Jungkook chuckled. He let out a blissful sigh as he looked up at the stars once again.

"I love the stars at this time of year. Jiyong and I sometimes sneak out just to look at them." he told him. Jimin raised his eyebrow.

"What exactly is this thing you have with Jiyong? If you don't mind me asking." He asked. Jungkook sighed.

"When you've done what I've done, seen what I've seen, people tend to veiw you as some sort of monster. I know I am. But, then one day you met someone who didn't care about that, and when everybody stays away from you and is too scared to step a mile near you, someone who isn't afraid and treats you like a human being is a nice change." He replied.

"I may be a monster, but I'm still eighteen years old. Everybody needs someone." He said. Jimin nodded, and his smile slowly morphed into a purely genuine one.

"I understand." He replied. Jungkook smiled. "I'm sorry." He told him. Jungkok shrugged.

"Are you in love with Jiyong?" He asked. Jungkook smiled up at the stars.

"You don't know him like I do. You only see the strange, high him. But, I see something different." He told him. Jimin nodded. He wished he could find happiness like Jungkook. The boy was dating one of Seoul's biggest drug dealers, but he was still so content just being with him. Titles didn't matter, neither did what other people thought about them. He wanted that. He observed the young boys face. Everybody saw the crazed, psychopathic, teenage serial killer, but he was still an eighteen year old boy, going through the same struggles as other, normal teenagers (Well, not completely the same problems).

"Have you ever been in love Jimin?" He asked.

"Yeah. Once." he replied. Jungkook smiled at the his hands.

"It's amazing isn't it? The whole world makes sense, you finally know what you want." he said. Jimin sighed and stared at the stars. He hadn't known what he wanted for ages. Everything appeared so complicated to him now more then ever.

"Yeah..." he replied absently. He turned to the younger. Someone who is eighteen years old knows his world, while he was two years older and was still stuck at some weird cross road. Jungkook suddenly turned,a perplexed expression on his face.

"By the way, who is that woman who comes to see you during visitation? I've always been curious." He asked. Jimin smiled.

"Ahh, my fiancee, Seulgi." He replied. Jungkook's eyes widened.

"You're engaged? I thought you were with that hot blonde I always see you with." He said. Jimin chuckled.

"No, me and Tae are...just friends." He replied. Thinking of Taehyung as a friend brought an inexplicable sense of...sadness in him. It was strange.

"Well, if I were you, I'd hit that. He's got a nice ass." He said. Jimin gasped, faking shock.

"Watch that potty mouth young man!" He told him. Jungkook laughed.

"Don't worry, I'm not that pure. I'm sure you've worked that out already." He said. Jimin chuckled. He ran a hand through his hair.

"Me and Tae have a history. Not a very pleasant one at that." He told him. Jungkook scoffed.

"Who cares about that? It's Christmas." He replied. Jimin chuckled. Suddenly, the door flew open and Jiyong stumbled out, holding a red cup of a highly suspect substance.

"Kooooooookie! Daddy misses you!" He yelled before faceplanting the floor covered with white snow and spilling his drink everywhere. Jungkook chuckled.

"If you'll excuse me, I have to go sober his highness up." He said to Jimin. The elder nodded.

"Have fun." He replied. Jungkook chuckled.

"Always is." He told him. Jimin laughed and watched Jungkook get the man onto his feet and wipe al the snow off of his face.

"Come on baby, lets get you to the cell." The younger said. Jiyong groaned.

"Blow me Kookie." Jungkook's face went bright red. And as Jiyong began to unzip his jumpsuit right then and there, it only grew worse. He swatted Jiyong's hands away and zipped it back up.

"Not here Jiyong-hyung." He told him. Jiyong pouted.

"But it's Chirstmas!" He whined. Jungkook rolled his eyes.

"Fine, later." He told him. Jiyong let out a happy 'Yay!' as Jungkook dragged him back into the party room. Jimin shook his head, chuckling. How Jungkook put up with him was a mystery. He turned his attention to the stars once again. They really were beautiful at this time of year. They were so bright in the dark, especially since the prison was out in the middle of nowhere, there was no light to cover them up, making them stand out even more. Suddenly, the door opened once again and Hoseok grinned over at him.

"Come on Jiminie! You're missing all the festivities!" He yelled. Jimin chuckled and hopped off the bench and wandered back into the party. Luckily, Taehyung and Jisoo were no longer dancing together and, instead, Jisoo was now downing as many drinks as he could in a minute and arm wrestling people. So far, he was the undefeated king.

"Me next! Me next!" Minseok hopped up and down. He was the only guard joining in with the party and he actually seemed to be having a nice time. Jisoo scoffed at the challange. He could beat this pipsquek any day of the week.

"Your funeral." He said as he placed his elbow on the table. Minseok sat down in front of him and when Kyung shouted out a loud 'GO!', Jisoo's eyes grew wide. His arm was slowly being pulled down by Minseok, who was beaming widely, like there was no challenge at all. Jisoo suddenly snapped out and tried his hardest to make things turn his way. He was straining so much, his face was going bright red, and this did nothing, cause in less then a minute, Mark announced the elders victory. Minseok shot up.

"YAY! I won!" He shouted. Jimin chuckled and shook his head at the display as he wandered over to the table and grab a drink. It tasted like shit, but for some reason he liked it. He leaned against the table and observed the scenes going on before him: Minseok being crowned king of the arm wrestlers with a crown made out of plastic cutlery, Hoseok dancing the macarena to 'All I Want For Christmas Is You', Jin and Namjoon making out passionately in the corner of the room (wasted, of course), Kikwang having a drunken discussion with Jackson about how Mariah Carey's the 'BOSS'.

"Strange. Very strange." Jimin grinned up at Taehyung. The blonde had his own drink in hand, and was still adorning the reindeer antlers and face paint.

"Definitely." He replied. He let out a long sigh. "Ever think we'd end up here?" he asked.

"Oh yeah, I thought I'd be here a lot sooner." Taehyung replied. Jimin laughed. But he soon turned his attention to everybody else.

"I never thought it would be like this though. The people are...different to who I thought they'd be." He said. Taehyung hummed and nodded.

"I know, it's only been a few days but I have already grown so close to them." He replied. Jimin smiled as he ran his eyes across the room.

"I think...we're gonna be alright here..." He said. Taehyung nodded in agreement. A silence came in between them, but it was a comfortable silence. That was, until Taehyung noticed something dangling above them.

"Mistletoe." he said. Jimin turned to him before following above his eye line to the Christmas plant. He looked down to meet Taehyung's eyes. Everything fell away as they waited for each other to make the first move. Without a second thought, Taehyung leaned in and kissed the elder on the cheek.

"Merry Christmas Jimin." He said. Jimin grinned as he watched Taehyung walk away. The feeling of Taehyung's lips on his cheek made his heart race faster then it had in such a long time.

Hoseok grabbed Taehyung's arm.

"Have you told him about what happened the other day?" He asked. Taehyung smiled and shook his head.

"No. He's not ready yet. I will though. Maybe." He replied.

Daehyun hadn't heard a word from Seulgi all day. She hadn't texted him, called him, she had done nothing to apologise for her over the top reaction. So, he decided to take matters into his own hands. He hated having Seulgi mad at him, over the past couple of days, they had been quite close, it had been kinda...nice not having Jimin around, it allowed him to see sides of the woman he had never seen before. She was warm and funny, but Jimin always being around made Daehyun feel guilty about wanting to get to know her more, maybe it was because of the feelings he had been trying so desperately to suppress since their first meeting.

It's not like Eunji noticed, she spent most of her time at work or with her friends. Over the years their relationship had grown stagnant, he had no idea why, the two just grew apart. He could tell Eunji still loved him, but it was obvious she was feeling the strain of a long term relationship as well. He loved her as well, he really did. But...he didn't...love her... It was like waking up next to your best friend every morning instead of your wife.

He didn't want the bond he had created with Seulgi to end so abruptly, so, he managed to get himself out of the Christmas party Eunji had put together and he made his way to the house she once shared with Jimin, a bag of apologetic strawberry's in one hand. He used the key Jimin had given him just before he went to prison to open the door, like he had this morning, and  walked into the house.

"Seulgi?" He called out. The whol house want dark. Maybe she went out? He thought to himself. He called her name again as he climbed the stairs. The lights were off in her bedroom, and even the bathroom. He walked over to the bathroom door and slowly pushed it open.

"Seulgi?" he asked. He looked around the dark bathroom and was about to walk out, until he spotted a small figure sat against the wall. Seulgi gave a feint smile to the boy.

"Hey Dae." She said in a small voice. He offered her a kind smile as he walked in, closing the door behind him.

"Hey Seulgi. I brought you some Strawberry's." he said. She chuckled weakly before returning to her small, depressed state. The brunette sighed and took a seat next to her against the wall. That was when he noticed the small item she held in her hands.

"Does it say anything yet?" He asked. She sighed.

"I did this an hour ago but I don't want to look at it. I'm scared about what it might say." She replied. Daehyun nodded his head in understanding.

"I know it's scary Seulgi, but you need to know. For yourself. For Jimin." He said. Seulgi let out another sigh. Her doe eyes soon began to well up with tears.

"I know. But...what if I am? Our lives have already changed so dramatically already, we can't throw a baby into the mix now. It's not the right time, we're not even married. Jimin's not here, I'm left alone and I can't deal with a baby as well. Not alone." She said. Daehyun sighed. Without thinking, he kissed the side of her head and grabbed her hand, entwining their fingers.

"I understand. I really do. But you need to know Seulgi." He told her. Seulgi inhaled deeply, staring off into space.

"...yeah..." She replied absently. A silence fell between them. Daehyun could see she was worried, and scared. He understood, really, her husband had been thrown in the slammer just days before, leaving her alone to deal with all the questions from friends and family, all the pitiful and even angry, judgy gazes from everybody, and now there was a possibility of a baby as well. This would be too much for anyone to deal with.

"I could check the test if you want?" He offered. She smiled weakly and nodded.

"Thank you." She replied. Daehyun returned her smile as he took the test out of her hands. He sighed as he sat back against the wall and read it. Seulgi stared at him with wide, anxious eyes.

"What does it say?" She asked almost desperately. There was a silence as Daehyun blinked at the test. When his brain had finally let the answer written on the test sink in, he turned to Seulgi.

"Congratulations, mother." He said. Seulgi's jaw dropped open as she processed his reply.  More tears began to stream down her cheeks. She put her head in her hands and shook her head.

"Fuck...how the hell did I let this happen?!" She asked. Daehyun wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a tight hug, letting her tears blot his shoulder.

"Don't worry Seulgi, it's gonna be alright, you can handle this." he said. Seulgi sniffed and lifted her head.

"I can't Dae. I can't go through all the stress of my job, Jimin being thrown in prison AND a baby!" She told him. Daehyun shook his head.

"Seulgi, I know this is a lot to deal with, but I think, I KNOW you can do this. And Jimin's only gone for three years, you'll be pregnant for nine months." He said. Seulgi sniffed again.

"Yes, but what about after that? I'm gonna be going through all the stress of pregnancy, the morning sickness, cravings and all that bullshit and then after that, I've gotta deal with a baby all by myself. And the baby won't even know it's dad until it's two years old. And what about Jimin? He's going through so much right now as well, more so then any of us, he doesn't need a baby either. This is just going to make everything even worse then it already is." She said. Daehyun sighed and unwrapped his arms around her to grab her hands and stare into her eyes.

"Look, Seulgi, sure, things are complicated and this isn't the best timing. But, you won't be alone, you have me. Remember that. I'll always be here to help you. And not because I have to, but because I want to." He told her. Seulgi stared back into his eyes. Once again, she found herself inexplicably lost. Her train of thoughts were flying off of the tracks yet again, everything just didn't seem to make any sense anymore. Over the past couple of days, she had been asking herself the same question over and over and over again. Since when did Daehyun become so handsome?

She gulped and nodded.

"Thank you." She replied, voice no louder then a whisper. Daehyun smiled and brushed a strand of her hair out of her face. After what seemed like forever spent in silence, staring into each others eyes, Daehyun finally came to his senses and turned away, letting go of her hands and leaning his back against the wall.

"You know Eunji can never have a baby. We always used to talk about it when we first got engaged, and when we got married we started trying, that was, until the doctor told Eunji she couldn't. I don't know why, some medical bullshit. It crushed us. She hasn't really been the same since. She wanted nothing more then to be a family, a proper family. But she just can't. At least you can, at least you can make a real family with Jimin." He said. Seulgi blinked with wide eyes as he spoke.

"I had no idea. I'm sorry." She replied. Daehyun smiled.

"Don't worry, it can't be helped. You're lucky, don't forget that please." He told her. Seulgi nodded. She sighed and looked forward, leaning once again on the back wall.

"You know the funny thing? I asked Jimin for a bracelet for Christmas." she said. Daehyun chuckled sadly. Another silence fell between them, and Seulgi placed her head on Daehyun's shoulder.

What to do.