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madame-fear · 1 year

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okay off brand but could i request some helaena x reader x jace where helaena and jace both have a crush on very easily flustered reader and come up with a game on who can make her blush the most because they both just think she's so cute like that and she isn't picking up on their hints?

thank your amira bby ily mwah ♡♡♡

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— ☆ amira speaks : BABYYY omg i loved this sm and your other requests too ahhhh 😩 I hope these 4.0k words are worthy of your reading, and that it's what you expected! Enjoy your reading babeee! 🥰💕 — summary : [ — ✧ request ] — word count : 4.0k

— pairing : helaena targaryen x reader x jacaerys velaryon — genre : fluff, love triangle (ig???)

Being member of a House that was close allies with both House Targaryen and House Velaryon implicated you were well acquainted with them, and the members of the respective Houses. Especially, Princess Helaena Targaryen, and Prince Jacaerys Velaryon.

Both of them, out of their two Houses, were the ones you mostly had a good, close relationship with. Always finding yourself going to one of them whenever you were drowning yourself in the depths of boredom, giving one another book recommendations; or perhaps, staring and cheering for Jace when he took swordtraining lessons, or embroiding together with Helaena.

Whatever you did with any of the two of them, never failed to make you laugh your soul out, dumbfoundedly smile, or even, have the entirety of your face flustered by a mere sincere, kind compliment to you by one of them.

Unbeknownst to you, having such an unbreakable bond with them also had the perks — if you could call it that way — of them taking a fervid liking for your graceful, timid self in a more than friends way. Of course, the way they stared at you for too long, treated you particularly different than the others, and even went as far as always gifting you things not only for the sole purpose of seeing you get flustered, but as well as to steal your attention from the other, was no secret at all.

The liking they had equally taken for you was evident, even they had already figured that they both fancied you in the same manner. And having spoken to one another about the way they both felt for you several times without you realising, they silently fought against one another to catch your attention. However, it wasn't clear for you.

Strangely, you were oblivious, even if you had spent so many nights wondering whether or not the Seven would somehow present to you a clear indication that they reciprocrated the newly discovered feelings you had for both of them. You constantly consumed the crumbs of the memories of when they spoiled, or complimented you in s sweet manner, yet you were fogged by the cloud of uncertainty to the point you couldn't notice both of them were stupidly mesmerised by you.

Having an upcoming family dinner celebration hosted by King Viserys where he had invited Rhaenyra's family and your House to King's Landing, both Jacaerys and Helaena saw the perfect opportunity to come up with a little secret love game that only they would know of. The game would consist of taking advantage of knowing how you were of ease to get flustered, by trying to see who would be the one making you blush the most, and see if you'd finally pick on their hints as you hadn't caught none of them yet. But, they are certainly not the type to give up.

You quietly sat at the end of the large, wooden dining table at King's Landing, fidgeting with a golden cup of wine you were served. Your eyes sheepishly scanned the way some members of your own House chatted with House Targaryen, and laughed about stupid remarks. The flames of the candle placed to vastly lit up the hall highlighted your beauteous features gracefully, along with some golden lines and hints sewed upon the entirety of your dress, plus the very own jewellery you wore. And of course, Jacaerys and Helaena appreciated the sight.

Standing in front one another silently, they briefly darted their gaze to stare at each other in their eyes — giving a knowing stare. Their little game had already begun the time you placed foot once again in King's Landing, but it was a matter of who was the daring one to make a first step, and initiate the competition to make you fluster the most.

Before Helaena could do, or say, anything to draw your attention to her, Jacaerys took a step ahead and stood up from his seat. The oceanic blue eyes of the princess silently remained fixed on Jace eith a hint of impotence, as he cautiously approached you with gentle, nearly quiet footsteps.

“(y/n)?” with your name rolling off smoothly from his lips, Jace brought your attention back to reality, making you dart your gaze towards him. His hand was extended to you, with his other one hidden right behind his back, and an endearing smile shaping on his rosy lips. “May I have the honours of taking such a graceful Lady as yourself to dance with me?” jacaerys had no true effort in charming you with his sweetened words. The statement was true for him, allowing his tongue to work by itself without thinking too much about what he'd say to you in order to make you feel flustered.

As expected, Jace's proposal accompanied by the gentleness of his words were just enough for your cheeks to become of a notorious rosy tint, partly opening your lips as to answer. “I-I, well, uhm–” mere stammering came out of you, rather stupidly. Your heart pounded as if it would beat right out of your chest, but you managed to recompose yourself before you made any more of a fool out of yourself. “Y-Yes of course, you may, and I'd be the most delighted.” you responded, placing his hand on top of his, and standing from your seat.

Jace took a firm, yet soft grip on your hand, walking you towards the centre of the dining hall. A prideful smirk was drawn on his lips, shooting a cocky gaze to Helaena, whom silently huffed to herself at seeing how he had made a move first before she could do anything — leaving her to anxiously fidget with her cuttlery, quietly planning about what her next move would she make in order to make you get even more flustered than Jacaerys had left you. “You look delightful tonight, (y/n). Everytime I see you, it seems you get prettier.” was heard Jace telling to you, flirting as to see your fluster cutely increase. The giggles that spurred out from your lips soon filled the hall, not taking too long in making it obvious that his compliments made you feel shyly adorable around him.

Knowing how you became easily flustered and giggly whenever someone gifted you anything, a plan came to her mind — making her bite her inner cheek to retain a smirk from forming.

The very next day, your House was to remain on King's Landing for an entire week, hence you decided to spend the rest of your time by exploring around the Red Keep. And fortunately, that meant being able to spend more time with both Jace and Helaena, to which you couldn't take them off your mind no matter how hard you tried to focus on something else.

With gentle footstepping through the corridors, you made your way towards the grand library from the Red Keep to curiously take a look at some of the books it contained. Your eyes were focused on the floor, not really looking at the path you were taking, simply allowing your feet to take you to wherever they knew was the way towards the library.

As your eyes were mindlessly wandering around the floor, you could sense — and hear — someone walking towards you, mimicking your own soft footsteps. “(y/n)!” a voice called, suddenly stopping it's path, making you lift your sight. “How lovely it is to see you around here.” it was none other than Helaena herself, whom seemed to be conveniently walking right by your same path.

“Helaena.” you greeted back in a murmur, trying to contain the goofy grin that was going to draw into your lips. “I could say the same, actually.” you replied, trying to hide the enthusiasm. “I was just heading to the library, to explore the vast amount of books I heard it has. A-And you?” trying to keep up a conversation with her without stuttering or being awkward was no easy task for you, but you managed to keep up as if you weren't dying from the nerves of having her graceful presence right in front of you. A tiny smile grew on he, obviously noticing your cheeks already turned faintly pinkish.

“And I was actually just looking for you, (y/n).” she spoke softly, yet vehemently — doing her best effort to fluster you, her hands clasped together in front of her body. Both your eyes greatly widened with surprise, blinking several times in surprise. “M-Me? Oh, what for?” you asked a bit stupidly, dumbfoundedly grinning, feeling your cheeks become warmer. Her previous small smile growing on her lips became wider, some giggles even escaping her beauteous lips.

“Yes. I have brought a little gift for you. Hopefully, you'll like it.” she stated. Her hands began unclasping, opening them, slowly revealing that she held a small golden locket on her hands. Jacaerys wasn't there to personally see the way you would blush your soul out at her actions, but she saw the opportunity of making you feel absolutely flustered, and took it right away.

Your eyes gazed down to curiously look at the necklace she held for you. With widen eyes, an ear to ear smile fully formed on your lips, provoking twinkles in your eyes. “Do you know what's it made of, (y/n)?” she inquired, so you would look into her face. As expected, your face had slowly began taking a scarlet glint slowly spreading across your face as you shyly shook your head in response to her question. She was quite proud of provoking such reaction, and wished Jace could be there to see her cause such feelings on you.

“It's made of pure Valyrian steel.” as she briefly explained it to you, you gently took part of the necklace in your hands, admiring at it. From the necklace, it hung a beautiful, shining ruby. A mesmerising piece of jewellery to appreciate. “True Valyrian jewellery. And I thought you'd be perfect to hold a piece of jewellery such as this, lovebug.” she knew exactly how to form little cobwebs of the right words to make you blush, and it worked.

A toothy grin appeared on your lips, spurring a timid giggle. “Oh, Helaena... You shouldn't have. This is too precious.” you retorted. A notorious warm, crimson fluster was spread all across your face, overwhelmed with the special attention you had been receiving from both Helaena and Jacaerys — the fluster being too evident for the Targaryen princess to possibly ignore it. A proud grin wasn't contained, knowing exactly what she'd do next as to show off to Jace the way she had got to make you blush even more than he did. “Of course, you are worthy of carrying it.” she continued, her voice as sweet sounding as always.

“Let me put this on your precious neck for you.” with every word that spurred from her lips, the more giggly and timid you seemed to get around her. She knew exactly how to fluster you, and she was going to use her knowledge against you — and, against Jace, quite obvliously.

Without saying a word, you turned around as your hand delicately moved your hair aside from your neck — leaving it resting on your side — and her hands began moving to place the necklace on you. “You carry such a sweet scent with you, my humbug. Almost, like vanilla and honey...” at her words, your breath hitched slightly with a bit of fangirl enthusiasm, nibbling on your lower lip as to hide to goofy, toothy grin that would rapidly grow on you. The way her hands delicately grasped your skin as she helped you put on the collar sent shivers down the entirety of your body.

She helped you place the necklace on your neck, and then clicked it shut very delicately. For a few moments, she stood there pretending to not be able to properly click shut the necklace as to intoxicate herself with your honey scent. It was truly endearing, and it was suitable you. A type of scent that she already identified to be yours.

“Now, turn around. I want to see how beautiful you surely look with it.” at her words, without hesitating, you quickly did as she told and you turned around to face her. Her blue eyes were first fixed on your face, smirking to herself upon seeing that what she had in mind was already working. And there was even more to come, as she was willing to win the little childish game she had agreed to play with Jace — both having a notorious liking and fondness for your fluster.

You remained nibbling on your lower lip timidly, fidgeting anxiously with your fingers as you felt her intense stare scanning you, up and down. Gods, you were so beautiful; especially when you were in such shy, flustered state. “You look mesmerising, (y/n). How can you be so beautiful?” she stated, her gaze not leaving your body as she leisurely leaned closer to you, beginning to play leisurely with a strand of your hair, only to then tuck it right behind your ear. “I knew the necklace would highlight your features. But either way, anything you wear suits you more than well.” her compliments couldn't help but make you feel overwhelmed with a certain keen shyness, willing to hear more from her. Your cheeks felt already warm, accompanied by a slight goosebump forming on your body.

One of her hands went to take hold of the ruby that hung from the Valyrian necklace she gifted you, observing every single inch of it. Her smirk remained, knowing how she would let Jace know about how flustered she managed to get you. “Why don't you show Jacaerys, once you encounter him, about what I gifted you?” her blue eyes lifted their sight to stare into you with a kind look. “I am certain he'll be as delighted as I am to see you wearing it.” helaena knew exactly what she was doing, and she was most definitely proud of the state she had dragged you in with her sweetening words.

The mere mention of the idea of Jacaerys being mesmerised with how precious you looked with the piece of Targaryen jewellery Helaena gifted you worsened the way you felt the butterflies fluttering their wings around your heart, stupidly not being able to contain the toothy grin dancing around your lips. “You're right, Hel! I will most definitely do that once I find him.” your body swiftly, and in a barely noticeable manner rocked to the sides like a little girl with her schoolcrush. The Seven had blessed you by having Jace and Helaena constantly spoiling and giving you their attention.

“I should not keep you any longer, my lovebug. You should go to the library, and I'll meet you later, if you wish.” she responded, placing her delicate lips on your cheek, planting a kiss. Her rosy lips grasped your skin ever so gently, feeling the warmth plastered in your cheeks that soon took over all your body.

“Y-Yes, of course. We shall.” you retorted, being absolutely dumbfounded at seeing how both Jace and Hel seemed to be constantly trying to win over your attention with small, little details — but you rapidly dismissed it, not thinking too much about it, and simply allowing yourself to enjoy the way they both seemed to focus solely on you.

And even afterwards during your remaining short walk to the library, and already being there exploring the books it contained, you never stopped thinking about it for one second.

The following days after several encounters between Jace and Helaena, you had noticed that they often shared little knowing looks between each other whenever you were around them. Hell, you even noticed one of them approaching you and shower you in compliments, while the other one silently huffed or quietly sneered before approaching you as well afterwards.

Their attention was overwhelming for you. But, deliciously overwhelming. Satisfyingly overwhelming; realising how much you had always craved — and fantasised — their entire attention. It was strange for you, though. Noticing how much they had been constantly poking on your fluster triggers, it made you doubt at late hours of the night while trying to sleep in your guest quarters whether or not they fancied you as much as you fancied them, but another part of you was telling you it was all a little trick of your own mind, playing around your feelings and making you fall even harder for both of them.

It seemed that their attempts of not only making you intensely fluster with their compliments and actions to silently savour such sight, but as well to let you know those feelings you fervently felt for both of them were reciprocated didn't fully work. It was unbeknownst to you, that like two little children, they constantly fought to get the best blush out of you and show you they fancied you back. Plus, they both got to equally fluster you, being there no particular winner.

To which, they had to toss aside such silly little game of them, and come to an agreement to one another by deciding to do something that would impress you, and allow you to spend time with them at the same time.

And so they did.

When returning to your chambers after exploring the grand library and vast gardens like you always did everyday to either read something or even sew quietly, there was small, and beautifully handwritten note on top of your bed.

“Come and meet us in the gardens before you go to bed.” it read on the note.

A keen, wide ear-to-ear smile didn't take long to appear once you had finished to read such letter. You didn't want to be too enthusiastic or overwhelm yourself by getting drowned in a pool of your own thoughts, but you knew it had to be from Jacaerys and Helaena. Or so, you hoped it to be — but who else's would it be? It had to be only them those lurking you to wherever they were.

You didn't hesitate not even a brief second in doubting whether you'll go, or not. The answer was a thousand times yes, and if you could, you would've fastforwarded to your usual bed time, go to the gardens and finally encounter them.

When the late hours of night finally appeared for your proper bedtime, being only visible the moon and stars that came with the night itself, you sneaked out from your chambers rather discreetly as to not be seen by anyone casually walking through the long corridors of the Red Keep. Your steps were soft yet hast against the floor, remaining a proper balance between silent, yet fast as to not keep them waiting any longer in the gardens. Fortunately for you, you had already grown used to take shorter paths through the halls as to reach the gardens without walking too much.

Once you had reached, you could feel your own heart pounding tightly against your chest with a mix of nerves and enthusiastic joy overwhelming your entire being. As you walked through the halls, you kept along with those silently quick footsteps, beginning to enter the gardens.

Everyday, it seemed that more flowers grew continously non-stop. There was a graceful blend of different flower shapes, sizes, and even colours. Your eyes shone with a glint of delight upon entering the gardens and meticuously observing every inch of the heartwarming sight it provided you. Swiftly, your fingers glided through several petal roses as you walked, wandering around, and being intrigued with what they would surprise you.

“We're glad to see you came, (y/n).” was heard a male voice speaking in a soothing tone from behind, making you release a small shriek from having been so focused on the flowers, that you didn't notice they had arrived. “Seven Hells, Jace, you scared me!” you joked, darting your gaze towards him. There, he sat next to Helaena on a bench, seemingly awaiting for you. A small timid grin was quick to shape on the corner of your lips.

Walking towards them, you didn't bother in hiding such shy smile, accompanied by a warm, faint fluster. “Of course I came. I saw the note on my bed, and I didn't doubt a single second to come.” you retorted, as both the Targaryen princess and Velaryon prince stared at you with a grand level of admiration; you seemed particularly more dreamy than usual, enough for them to fancy you even more. At your words, they both smiled simultaneously, leaving a seat for you in the middle of the bench they both sat in together.

“May I ask, however,” taking hold of your dress, straightening it briefly as to properly sit in between them, you continued talking — their focus being solely on you. “Why did you ask for me to meet you here, in the gardens, late at night?” a playful sneer escaped from both their lips, as you grinned at them curiously. You were truly oblivious to how they felt towards you, despite how many times they had tried to hint you their feelings. At some point, the uncertainty you had about their feelings along with your shy and easily flustered persona was adorable.

“We simply wanted to have some quality time with our little flower, without anyone bothering us.” helaena spoke from your side, gently raising her hand as to twirl a strand of your hair around her finger in a playful manner. Of course, hearing the way she referred to you as their little flower plus having them by each of your sides was enough to make a crimson tint begin staining leisurely your cheeks. A timid snickering escaped from you, vastly smiling at them.

“And we thought, that there was no better way of spending such time together with you, than take a stroll through the gardens during nighttime.” jace quickly added, making you dart your gaze towards him with your smile remaining on your delicate lips. The eldest of the Velaryons delicately took your hand, raising it to his lips as to kiss your knuckles in a daint manner.

Your eyes shone with a glint of exuberance, a peaceful sigh rolling off from your lips as you couldn't help but feel the warmth of an intense blush spreading across your face, and even your neck. It felt like being in the seven heavens itself, like being drowned in your own fantasies. It was too good to be true, yet, it was happening. Occasionally you felt a bit reluctant to doubt whether or not they both reciprocated what you equally felt for them, as you could've never guessed life would be as good as to bless you with such favour, but you couldn't help but have a scintilla of hope at seeing them overwhelm you with such affection, and attention.

“And there is nothing I would be more delighted to do, than to spend equal time with the both of you; alone.” you replied, taking their hands with your own, and caressing them with the tip of your fingers. As low and shy as your voice was, it was vehement — expressing how genuine your feelings were at the situation. Both of them, of course, felt a sense of relief wash over them upon hearing your words.

They eventually realised, there was no point in constantly fighting to see whose hint you'd catch first, or who would be the one making you fluster and giggle the most. The reactions they got from you were equal. To which, they just preferred to eventually team up to make you feel overwhelmed with how genuinely deep they both adored you, and spoil you constantly so you would fall in the realisation of how they felt. And perhaps, eventually if they were bold enough, they would decide to explicitly confess to you — but they would rather begin with slow babysteps, and allow you to get their hints first.

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thedivinelights · 1 year

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The Sky is Full of Light, Swirling in Spirals Bold and Bright (Modern AU Jacob/Ebenezer)

A separate Modern AU Scrooge x Marley thing set in 2011 I have had in the works for a while and I felt I had to share the hurt/comfort with you all. Prepare for lots of comfort and lots of hurt.

TW: Child Abandonment

(UNDER THE CUT)

Say what you will about the rain or the fog or the pollution, but there was no denying that Canary Wharf was beautiful on a snowy night.

It was customary for both of them, Jacob and Ebenezer supposed, to walk the path of the Thames on their Sunday strolls. No matter the busyness of life that accompanied them wherever they went or whenever the frosty December air nipped at their cheeks, this had been a constant. A constant in a continuously changing world that tended to leave old souls like them far behind. There was nothing more inherently magical than watching the beauty of the moonlight, bold and bright, dance across the reflection of the water, shifting and changing like the tides of the ocean. Towering buildings looming over like sentinels, secret and solitary, kept their mysteries hidden behind illuminated windows. Manufactured, ersatz stars in a city that often blocked out the real ones.

Jacob believed the financial district a modern wonder of the world. Ebenezer believed it a testament to the ingenuity of the human mind. But both knew it to be a home to the sprawling empire they built together with their blood, sweat and tears. A way to prove to the world that they would not be shackled by the chains of a flawed society. It was imperfect and rough and dented and bandaged and healed and beautiful. It was so… so beautiful. No one would take it away, even if they had to fight tooth and nail to protect it.

The distant sounds of traffic faded away as their feet gently crunched through the fresh snowfall, walking in companionable silence as the pavement was blanketed in the purest white.

“Hey Ben… you wanna grab dinner while we’re out?” Jacob asked, looking up at his husband, his voice barely above a whisper against the tranquil backdrop of the winter night. His cane — now more an accessory than the aid it had been in recent months — rested under his arm.

“Mm… sure.” Ebenezer’s voice was muffled against the thick, colourful scarf wound tightly around his neck, lips hidden beneath the fabric. “It’s half-past nine, though. Not many options.”

“What about Big Easy?”

Ebenezer let out an uncharacteristic snort. “Christ’s sake Jacob, we’ve been there a hundred times at least! Sooner or later, I’ll wake up and find you’ve become part of the menu.”

It didn’t go unnoticed how their gloved hands locked together, Jacob pulling him a little closer, shoulders brushing as he leaned against Ebenezer as he beamed with a grin to rival the Cheshire Cat’s infamous quirk.

“You mean you wouldn’t love me as a lobster?” He asked, his voice whiny and hurt despite the clear smile.

Ebenezer rolled his eyes playfully at Jacob’s antics, elbowing him slightly. “Only if you came with a side of butter. Maybe then I’d consider it.”

Jacob laughed. “You drive a hard bargain, love, but I’ll take it if it means I get to see you smile like that.”

Damn it, over three decades of knowing this lovable bastard of a man and still the Silver-Tongued Viper could be one hell of a charmer when he wanted to be. Ebenezer had to concede to his wit when he felt his heart flutter with stupidly sincere warmth and affection, and he could feel his lips tug upwards into a smile despite his ‘best’ efforts to maintain that impish frown upon his face.

It was disgustingly cute. It was maddeningly sweet. It was incredibly endearing. It was them.

And wouldn’t you know it, but for the first time in a long time, they liked being them.

Conversation flowed easily between the both of them, touching on subjects that happened to strike their fancy. Expanding into Asian markets when the year turned, whether Home Alone or Elf would be their chosen movie for the season, even the upcoming charity gala they planned to host for those unable to celebrate the holidays with loved ones. Those pedestrians who passed them by looked as if they had gone mad from how uncanny it was. How could they not? Look at the way they handled themselves as if there wasn’t a care in the world! Look at the merriment that had been remarkably absent from the bustling city’s harried inhabitants! Look at how such wondrous, wonderful wanderers of the world held the sparkle of London’s lights captive in their eyes! It was the purest form of adoration, the kind of contentment only developed from years of trials and hardships.

As the clock drew closer to ten, they found themselves treading upon a quieter, less-frequented stretch of path, the snow intensifying and blanketing the city deeper around them in an angel’s caress. Their discussions grew more hushed, then, the intimacy of the night only deepening their connection, as if all the worries and cruelty of the past had been washed away like the river they walked alongside.

SIlence soon overtook their words… and it was in that comfortable silence that they heard it.

Jacob noticed the way Ebenezer seemed to freeze for a moment, his powerful stride slowing to a hesitant shuffle. It was a whimper so weak, a plaintive cry so faint that one would’ve mistaken it for the icy breeze had it not been for the notes of distress and the rustles of fern that accompanied it.

“Is something wrong, Ben?”

He didn’t answer, instead moving forward with cautious steps. The rustling and whimpering continued, and Ebenezer lowered himself down to the ground, snow seeping into his trousers as he inspected a cluster of bushes near the path. Jacob followed close behind, leaning against his cane for support.

In the dim moonlight, Ebenezer’s gloved fingers gently brushed away the dense thicket, snow crunching beneath his touch. The cries were more prominent now, high-pitched and shrill. The kind of sounds that pierced the heart and demanded attention, needs and comfort.

The pained cries of an infant. An infant no more than a few months old, bundled up in a thin pink blanket ripped to shreds by the thorns of the surrounding bush. Her shut eyes were red and blotchy from crying, her tiny fists clenched and raised helplessly in the air. She appeared to sense a saviour, and her lips quivered as she let out another desperate wail.

“Mother-love in infancy and childhood is just as important for mental health as are vitamins and proteins for physical health.”

“Holy shit- Ben, get the kid out of there!”

Ebenezer’s heart raced as he carefully reached into the thorny bush, cradling the baby girl gently into his arms, careful not to disturb her more than necessary. She was so small, so fragile, so thin, so cold… and already she had been exposed to the harshness of the world that took years to corrupt them.

It wasn’t fair.

“Jacob, call 999. Now.” Ebenezer instructed, holding the babe close to his chest. His voice seemed monotonous and unnatural, as cold as the air around him and as distant as the hum of the city. Flat. Still.

But the ocean was never still. The ocean was never calm. The wind howled and the waters rose with every minute that passed, ever furious and ever ruthless. Poseidon was angered by the cunning Odysseus’ transgressions against his child, and the lord of the seas raged against the wretched, lamentable mortals who thought themselves beyond divine punishment.

There was no justice. No salvation. No love for this life barely living. What cutting fangs would this monster have? What savage roar would follow it wherever it went? What weaknesses could be exploited from this dangerous beast? What weapons would be needed to slay it?

Jacob fumbled for his phone, throwing off one of his gloves as trembling fingers dialled for emergency services. Ebenezer heard naught of what was said, deafened by the piercing cries of the child in his arms, frantic in her fearful communication, overwrought in her outpour of mournful wails.

“They’re on their way, Ben.” The words spilling out of Jacob’s mouth was barely coherent in his speed, but it was enough to Ebenezer all the same.

“Hold her, Jake.”

“Wh-”

“Just do it.”

Jacob nodded, taking the shivering infant into his arms, shielding her beneath his jacket. She whimpered under the sudden shift of movement from beneath her, but the warmth of his embrace seemed to garner some comfort. She settled into his hold, her tiny fingers grasping at one of his exposed digits, clinging onto it as if it was a lifeline.

Ebenezer swiftly unfurled the scarf wrapped around him, the tassels flinging about in the breeze from the rough force of his movements. But his touch was lighter as a feather as he cocooned the little girl, bundling her up from the snow that only seemed to fall faster with each passing moment.

“Shh… it’s okay, little one.” He cooed, fingers brushing over the delicate skin of her cheek as he adjusted the scarf around her tiny form. “You’re safe now.”

The baby's cries began to subside, her eyes blinking open to reveal a pair of the most innocent, wide-eyed amber orbs that Ebenezer had ever seen. It was like honey. It was like spiralling gold, shimmering against smokey hues of white and grey.

Jacob looked up to his husband, his lower lip quivering as he held her close. “Can it really be said that such a small and innocent thing is safe, Ben?”

But when his gaze was met with a burning determination- a whirlpool of resolve… he’d known the beast had awakened within. He knew that when Ebenezer Scrooge set his mind to something…

…it was almost surely a success.

“We don’t live alone. We are members of one body. We are responsible for each other. And I tell you that the time will soon come when, if men will not learn that lesson, then they will be taught in fire and blood and anguish.”

They stayed with her when the sirens began to close in. They stayed with her when the paramedics arrived to examine her. They stayed with her as the authorities questioned them for information. They stayed with her even as she was taken away to the hospital to receive proper care.

And she’d never know of her bloodline, not one bit of them or their cruelty. Not their names or their birthdays, their eye colour, blood type, hair. Not their favourite shoes or shows, their favourite foods or the stories and lullabies they might have sung in another life. All she would know is the kindness of two old, damaged, trying men who found her in the snow ‘neath the moonlight.

For all she knew, they would be her parents.

And that… that would be more than enough for her.

“...Good night.” Tagged: @rom-e-o @a-christmas-carol-from-hr @quill-pen @undeadchestnut @m0nsterwife

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ijustreallylikepirates · 7 months

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So my Alenick fanfic kinda blew up a bit so I decided I was going to do a small continuation of it 👍🏻

So this is a little different from the first part. Just to warn yall: there’s a little more making out and swearing, but also subtle smut. Not too much, but if that’s not the kind of thing you read just scroll. Anyways I hope you enjoy this, thanks for reading and ily all!!! <3

So. My first date with Nick.

It was great, there was nothing I would change about it. We went out to dinner at this nice fancy restaurant. Nick paid. It was very expensive but he’s such a gentleman (and a rich kid) that he didn’t complain.

We were talking and laughing all night. Nick even threw a couple of dirty jokes my way and I maybe might have told him one or two myself.

But what blew me away about this night was seeing Nick in that dashing suit and tie he was wearing. I was just wearing a simple t-shirt with a cardigan pulled over it and my nicest pair of jeans I had.

When he first picked me up and I first saw him in that suit, I just froze and thought to myself, ‘Wow, he’s really hot.’

But enough about his suit. (But like the suit…) After dinner, I stupidly asked if he was going to drive me home or if I was gonna have to hoof it home.

He just laughed and said, “Why don’t you come back to my place and we can watch some movies together on my couch?”

I just smirked and said, “Sounds wonderful. Wasn’t really ready to end the night anyways, I was just afraid to ask for more of your time.”

Nick chuckled and opened the passenger side door of his blue ass car for me. “You’ll never take up too much of my time, Passenger Princess. Hop in.”

I sat my old ass on the car seat and he shut the car door, then he rounded around the car and got into the drivers seat. We drove home listening to old hits from the 90s, including old bands like Wham!, R.E.M, and Weezer. And trust me, you do not want to hear Nick when he listens to Say It Ain’t So.

When we got back to his house, he opened the car door for me like I was royalty. I mean, I was the passenger princess wasn’t I?

He unlocked the front door and gestured for me to go in. “Hot old men first.”

I rolled my eyes and said, “I’m literally 4 years older than you. I’m not that old.”

“You’re literally 30, old man,” he said, giggling as I walked through the door. He discreetly shut the door behind us.

I looked around his house. For a rich white man his house wasn’t very extravagant. It’s cozy and warm, which is the kind of house I like. I’m not looking for a rich man anyways. Just someone who will treat me right. Like Nick.

I walked over to his couch. I didn’t even notice he was following me until he came up behind me and slapped my ass.

I jumped and laughed. “Stop! Oh my God!” I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him in for a kiss, then threw him onto the couch.

The couch creaked loudly and he laughed. I threw myself on top of him and kissed him again. He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me harder.

Then I pushed off of him and said, “Let’s actually watch movies like we said we were and not make out again. We can save that for the library bathroom.”

Nick chuckled, then sat up. “You’re a dork.” He grabbed the TV remote and turned the TV on. “What do you wanna watch?”

I snatched the TV remote out of his hand and said, “Are you sure you want to let me pick the movie?”

Nick gave me a side eye and said, “Whatever you want, sexyback.”

I clicked a couple buttons on the remote and put on Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone. I put the remote down on the couch, then looked over at Nick.

He was giving me a bored look.

I giggled and said, “What? I told you that you shouldn’t have let me pick the movie.”

Nick just laughed and said, “I’ll make it work.”

Nick stood up and walked behind the couch and opened a door, then disappeared inside the room. He came back out with a blue fleece blanket.

He sat back down next to me on the couch and draped the blanket over our legs. He pulled the ottoman over and pat the spot in front of me with his hand, then propped his feet up. I propped mine up next to his.

I turned my head to him and asked with a smile on my face, “Why are you treating me like royalty?”

He smirked and said, “Because you deserve it, my Prince. Wait, actually…” He blushed a little, wrapped his arms around my waist, and rested his chin on my shoulder. “My King.”

Now I was blushing! I smiled and kissed the top of his head. I turned my head back to the TV and wrapped my arm around his waist.

He turned his head back to the TV as well and laid his head on my shoulder. I kissed the top of his head again and laid my head on top of his.

We sat and watched the movie for a while, up until the part where Harry got to Diagon Alley with Hagrid. I was convinced Nick had fallen asleep for a long time. He had his eyes closed but that theory was immediately debunked when Nick’s eyes shot open, just for him to squeeze my ass, call me sexyback, and go back to watching the movie. I swear, sometimes this man is too much.

A little more into the movie when Harry had arrived at Platform 9 3/4, Nick stared me down until I finally turned my head to look at him. He looked around suspiciously and asked me, “So… wanna make out a little more?”

I blushed and smirked. “Sure, why not British boy?” Before he could say a word, I threw my hands on his neck and shoved my lips onto his.

He quickly wrapped his arms around my waist.

After that long kiss, he pulled away from me. I leaned in for another kiss but he shoved his finger on my lips. “Wait a second.” He turned his body to the side again, then hoisted his leg over my waist and made himself comfortable on my lap, coming face-to-face with me. “Now you can kiss me.”

I smirked and said, “You’re a daredevil.” I put my hands around his waist. “I like that in a man.”

He wrapped his arms around my body as I kissed him. His lips were so warm, his hands so soft as they made their way under my shirt and up my back.

I grabbed his shirt in my hands and kissed him harder. He moved his hand up my back and to my neck, then into my hair.

But he slowly untangled himself from me. He put his hands on my shoulders and smirked before asking me, “So, uh… wanna take this to my bedroom?”

I felt the heat rise in my cheeks. This man was the Devil himself! I raised an eyebrow at him and said, “Lead me there.”

He winked, then got up off my lap and grabbed my hand. He dragged me up off the couch, then off to the room where he had retrieved the blue fleece blanket from.

As soon as he shoved the door closed, he took me by my shoulders and shoved me against the door, then pressed his lips on mine.

I quickly grabbed his waist and pulled him closer to me. He kissed me harder, his hands traveling up my shirt.

We made out at the door for a while, then he brought his hands back to my chest and pulled away from me. He pulled my cardigan off, then the t-shirt under it.

I quickly mirrored his actions and started to unbutton his suit vest. Once I pulled the vest off, I untied his tie and threw it on the ground. He pressed another kiss on my lips as I unbuttoned his white button-down and slipped it off his arms.

As our clothes lay in a heap on the floor, he went to grab at my belt. I pushed him back and asked, “What are we doing?”

He raised his eyebrow, his hand still held out, and asked me, “What do you mean? I thought we were gonna…” He spun his hand around in circles, meaning exactly what you think it means.

I raised my eyebrow back and said, “Yeah, but at the door?”

He laughed, then placed his hands on my waist and said, “We can take this to my bed.” He put his lips up against mine, just barely enough space to let out a shaky breath. “If you want.” As the whisper escaped his mouth, I could feel his hot breath on my chin.

I sneaked a quick kiss from him, then took his arms and wrapped them around my neck. “That would be easier,” I said. “But I’m gonna be the top.” I poked his chest for emphasis.

He rolled his eyes and said, “Whatever, sexyback.”

I winked at him, then continued to pick him up off the ground. “Wrap your legs around me.”

He quickly did so, and I grabbed him under his thighs to keep him up. I walked over to his bed and threw him down on the mattress. Then I quickly hopped on the bed, right on top of him.

He stared at me with a sly grin on his face. I gave him one back. We both grabbed at each other’s belts at the same time and well… things went on from there.

As I woke up the next morning in Nick’s bed, I looked over to my right and saw he wasn’t there next to me. I looked to the front and saw the bedroom door wide open, the smell of bacon wafting through my nose. He must be making us breakfast. What a gentleman.

I looked over to my left and saw he had left me a clean folded white towel on the nightstand next to me. I smiled, then took the towel and got out of his bed.

I quickly wrapped the towel around my waist, just in case Nick decided he wanted to stare at me through the door. Sneaky Brit.

I walked across the room and quietly opened the bathroom door in his bedroom. I snuck inside and closed it just as quietly as I had opened it.

I turned his shower on, took off my glasses, and put my hair down, then hopped in.

As I cleansed myself of what we, uh… did… last night, I could hear Nick belting out Billy Joel in the kitchen…

And he could not sing!

But I knew this song…

So I started singing the lyrics along with Nick. “Sing us a song, you’re the piano man / sing us a song tonight / we’ll, we’re all in the mood for a melody / and you’ve got us feelin’ alright”

Nick paused in the kitchen. I paused mid way through shampooing my hair as he switched the music off.

I heard his footsteps and then: “Am I really that bad of a singer?”

I laughed. “You shouldn’t quit your day job.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it. I get to spend many hours of my day with you when I’m at work.”

I didn’t say anything back, I just blushed.

I heard the floorboards creak as he started walking back to the kitchen. “You have really nice voice.”

I couldn’t say anything before he walked away.

I just finished my shower, blushing wildly. Once I got out, I quickly started to get dressed.

Nick had turned the music back on and the song Movin’ Out was now playing. I hummed along with the music as I pulled on my pair of jeans that I wore last night back on. I didn’t have any other pants, I guess I’ll just put a different pair on when I get home later.

As I strapped my belt through the belt loops, my phone vibrated on the bathroom counter. I picked it up and I saw a text from Nick: ‘Don’t leave the bathroom. My girlfriend just got home. Be really quiet and don’t respond to this text.’

My heart started to race. He told me he didn’t love his girlfriend anymore. He failed to mention he didn’t ever break up with her.

As I stopped my humming, I heard Nick in the other room talking to a woman: his not-so-ex-girlfriend. I couldn’t make out what they were saying.

As his girlfriend walked into the bedroom, I threw my hand over my mouth to muffle my breathing and stood as far away from the bathroom door as I could go.

Silence. Then: “Nick!”

Nick came into the room. “Yeah?”

“Would you mind telling me what this is?” she asked him in an angered tone.

Uh oh. I don’t recall leaving anything behind that could’ve given away the fact that Nick was cheating on her. Right?

“What do you mean?” Nick had that tone in his voice that obviously meant he knew what she meant.

“Why did I happen to find a lock of brown hair on your bed? Your hair is blonde and so is mine! Whose hair is this?”

My hair! Of course a piece of my hair had to fall out onto the bed!

“I…uh…” Nick started.

“Yes!? What girl did you sleep with while I was gone?”

“Hey, it wasn’t even a girl, okay!?” Nick shouted.

Nice move, Nick. I almost smacked my forehead, but then remembered I couldn’t make any sound.

It must feel great to find out your boyfriend tried out men while you were gone. ‘Surprise, I’m gay now!’ Love it.

“It’s a guy,” Nick said, as if it wasn’t obvious.

A beat.

“Why did you do it, Nick?”

“I’m sorry, I just… I just don’t love you anymore. I’m sorry I kept that from you for so long. This wouldn’t have happened.”

More silence.

“Why didn’t you just tell me that earlier?” she asked. “I would’ve understood.”

“I was afraid you wouldn’t.”

“Well, I do understand. We can… end our relationship if that’s what you want.”

A small silence, then from Nick: “Yeah… yeah, okay.”

I took my hand off my mouth slowly.

Then, Nick said, “He’s actually still in the bathroom right now! Wanna meet him?”

Fuck!

I might have to kick Nick’s ass when I get out of this bathroom.

“Sure?” Nick’s now-ex-girlfriend said skeptically.

I stayed silent in my position.

I heard footsteps getting closer to the door. “Alec, you can come out now,” Nick said softly. He sounded a little seductive but maybe that’s just my Nick-infused brain working overtime.

I sighed, then said, “Hold on.”

If I was to go out and meet Nick’s ex, I definitely wanted to do it with a shirt on. I slipped on my t-shirt and cardigan, then squeezed out my hair with the towel and tied it into ponytail. I cleaned my glasses before propping them up on my nose. Then I took a deep breath and turned the doorknob.

Standing there next to Nick was a blind woman in a white casual business suit. Her face was dotted with freckles.

I awkwardly waved and stood in the doorway. Then Nick walked forward and grabbed my arm, then pulled me into the bedroom to stand next to him.

“Alec, this is Lennie.” Nick gestured to his ex. “Lennie, this is Alec.”

I waved again, and she waved back.

An awkward silence filled the air for a moment.

“So I guess you’ll want me to move out now,” Lennie said, crossing her arms.

Nick’s face washed over with panic. “What!? No! You bought the house. You should have it! I’ll find somewhere else to live!”

I looked from Lennie, to Nick, then back to Lennie. “Yeah, he can live with me in my house!”

Nick blushed but Lennie said, “No, I’ll move out. I wanted to get a different house anyway. Now I have a reason for a new house.”

Without another word, she left the bedroom.

Nick and me just stood in silence. Then Nick said, “So the house is gonna be pretty empty without Lennie around-“

“You want me to move in, don’t you?”

Nick laughed. “Maybe. If you want.”

I gave him a peck on the cheek. “Sure. I need some company anyway.”

Later on, Nick drove me home.

Once Lennie moved bought a new house and moved out, I packed my bags and moved in. It was gonna be a… different experience living in the same house as Nick but hey! I know the experiences we do share will be great!

Anyways I hope yall enjoyed this!! Again, if this wasn’t your type of thing, don’t come at me please 🙏🏻 anyways ily all, have a good day and love alenick 🔥🔥🔥

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commander-krios · 1 year

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Hello ✨46 for Dash and Leo, if it inspires you? 😊

It's finally done! Woohoo, some fluffy cute romance for the boys.

46. “That was a bold move.”

Tagging @tiredassmage for making Leo so adorable <3

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“So…” Leo trailed off, glancing at the floor awkwardly, scuffing his boots against the fancy floors of the Organa manor. His hands were clenched behind his back, his hair falling in his face.

Dash was propped upright on the couch, arm slung over the back, watching his boyfriend with a raised eyebrow. Curiosity was going to get the better of him, it always did, but he was willing to wait it out for as long as he could before he caved and pried whatever was bothering Leo out of his stubborn mouth. “So.”

“Uh, Corso and Risha don’t know about us. Being a couple, I mean.” Leo was blushing by the end of his explanation, even more uncomfortable than he’d been before.

“Ok.”

Dash didn’t like the uneasy feeling the thought of keeping their relationship a secret gave him. But for Leo, everything about this was new, uncertain. He would do anything for the man standing in front of him, even if that meant that they weren’t affectionate in public.

“And I would appreciate it if we could keep it to ourselves for now. I mean, it’s new and good and I’m-” He trailed off, waving a hand in front of himself, as if the answer was obvious.

“Leo.”

He finally glanced up, blue eyes wide as he regarded Dash. “What?”

“Is there something you’re afraid of?”

Leo rubbed the back of his neck, glancing away to look out the window at the beautiful mountains of Alderaan. He was quiet for a moment, trying to gather his thoughts, his feelings, into a coherent explanation.

“I’m worried that I’m going to screw this up.”

Dash sighed, trying not to smile at how even now, when they were a couple and had nothing to hide, Leo was still so worried about everything. Some things never changed. “Leo, if you haven’t messed this up yet, you’re not going to.”

Leo laughed, brushing a hand through his hair, meeting his gaze with a sheepish grin. “I guess I deserve that.”

Dash left the comfort of the couch to approach his boyfriend, wrapping his arms around his waist and pulling him close. Leo met his gaze, a smirk curling his lips. It was always a joy to behold when Leo was truly happy, each time Dash got to see him smile made all of the shit they went through worth it. And Dash would do anything to make sure Leo smiled every single day.

“Hello.”

“Hi.” Dash brushed his lips against Leo’s briefly, enjoying how he nearly melted at the touch. “I have an idea.”

“I’m all ears.”

“We should go out. Have some dinner. There is probably a nice restaurant out there that we can afford on my salary.”

Leo’s eyes widened, smile fading slightly. “Dash-”

Refusing to hear his protests this time, Dash continued as if he hadn’t spoken at all. “Somewhere with a view of the mountains. All I need is some good alcohol, food… and you.” Dash squeezed Leo’s sides gently, enjoying how each touch relaxed him more and more. “What do you say?”

Leo grinned stupidly, leaning closer to press his forehead against Dash’s. “I’m not going to argue with a man with brown eyes. Especially a man with your lips.”

Dash chuckled, gliding those lips over Leo’s cheek. “Remember you said that the next time your lips start flapping.”

A breathless laugh escaped him, and he turned his face to capture Dash’s mouth with his own.

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The restaurant was much busier than he’d expected, but a quick favor from Duke Organa got them a table immediately. Dash was sitting at said table, sipping on the best Alderaanian wine. At least, that’s what the server had said. Dash didn’t know the difference between the best wines and the worst swill. It all did the same thing to him and he didn’t prefer a specific taste over another. As long as the result was the same. But there was only one problem with his situation.

Leo was late.

In most cases, that wouldn’t worry him as Leo was usually running on his own time and sometimes got caught up in some nasty business or another. But they were relatively safe within the walls of Organa castle so unless Leo left…

His questions were answered a few minutes later when Leo hurried in, dark hair falling from his hair tie, his face flushed from clearly running into the building. He spotted Dash sitting against one wall and hurried over, panic on his face.

Groaning, Dash pinched the bridge of his nose. “What happened?”

“It’s not what happened, it’s who.” He glanced over his shoulder before wincing. “Dammit.”

Dash followed his gaze to see Corso entering the restaurant, a goofy smile on his face as he searched for Leo. The kid was fine most days. Sometimes Dash thought he was a little too sweet and backwater to really be out here killing Imperials and smuggling shit with Leo. But he had a good heart, was a decent shot, and seemed to genuinely enjoy Leo’s friendship.

And if Dash couldn’t be there to protect his boyfriend, at least Corso could.

“What’s he doing here?” Dash waited for Leo to face him, raising an eyebrow when he didn’t get a response. “Leo?”

“I mentioned I was meeting you for food and he thought it was a group thing and invited himself.” Leo ran his hands over his face before sinking into the chair next to Dash. “Just shoot me now.”

Dash shook his head, grabbing one of Leo’s hands and pulling it away from his face. “Hey. It’s okay. We can try again another night. In fact, see this as a golden opportunity.”

Leo’s eyebrows raised, suspicion crossing his face. “Why don’t I like the sound of that?”

Before Dash could respond, Corso plopped into one of the two unoccupied chairs at the table, a grin on his face as he glanced between them. Leo slipped his hand away from Dash’s, dropping it in his lap and giving him a tired smile in return.

“Howdy, Lieutenant. How’s it going?”

Dash couldn’t help but grin at the kid’s enthusiasm. “Corso, it’s good to see you. How are you liking Alderaan?”

“Too cold for me.” He shifted, glancing around at the restaurant, taking in the beauty of the architecture and the view of the snow capped mountains in the distance. “Wow. This is an awfully fancy place.”

Dash grinned, dark eyes sliding to Leo, only to find him staring. With open suspicion. “Only the fanciest for Leo.”

Leo blushed from his cheeks to his chest, possibly even to his toes. “I…”

“Ain’t that sweet, Cap? You've got a real winner of a buddy here.” Corso smiled widely, reaching for the cup of iced water. “So what are you ordering?”

Dinner passed in awkward silence for the most part. Except for Corso who chatted about nothing and everything at the same time, his voice filling the quiet that had fallen between Dash and Leo. Dash couldn’t keep his eyes off of Leo, watching as he picked at his food, barely eating anything off of his plate.

With a smile, he slipped his hand beneath Leo’s, entwining their fingers and squeezing in comfort. Leo dropped the fork onto the plate, eyes wide as he glanced up in shock. His face flushed, red against the pale skin of his cheeks, and his eyes darted to Corso who was absorbed in the drink menu.

“Are you doing alright?”

“I… what?”

Rubbing circles with his thumb against Leo’s skin, Dash leaned closer, a smile curling his lips. “You need to stop stressing so much Leo. It’s going to make you insane.”

Leo’s gaze focused on him, mapping out the curve of his lips before dropping to their hands. His eyes lingered there, intently watching as Dash ran his thumb over his knuckles, swallowing nervously.

“Hey, Capt’n?”

Leo jolted in his chair, nearly knocking it over. Clearing his throat, he yanked his hand away and ran his fingers through his hair, getting caught on a knot. “Uh, yeah?”

Corso raised an eyebrow in concern at Leo’s jumpiness. “You okay?”

“I’m good, great. I’m fine, Corso.”

“Ya don’t look fine.” Corso frowned before glancing at Dash. “Did something happen?”

Dash shrugged, shifting his chair closer to Leo before tossing an arm over the back of his chair. “It’s Leo. He’s always a bit worked up after a mission.” Leo stiffened slightly as Dash’s fingers brushed his shoulder. The man needed to learn how to chill out. “Aren’t you, sweetheart?”

A squeak left Leo’s mouth when he tried to speak.

A smile appeared on Corso’s face as he set the menu down. “Well, what do you say to drinks? I bet this place has some great ones.”

As Corso flagged down a server, Leo’s hand slid over Dash’s thigh beneath the table where their guest couldn’t see. Dash fought a smirk, trying to remain inconspicuous as Leo’s fingers danced up his leg. Dash brushed his own hand through Leo’s hair and the man shivered against him, leaning closer without realizing it.

When Dash turned his face towards Leo, their eyes locked and the smuggler didn’t hesitate to close the distance between them, lips colliding in a desperate and messy kiss. Leo groaned against him, hands clutching his shirt like it was the only thing keeping him from breaking into a thousand pieces.

A cough was enough to break them apart, although Leo’s blush more than made up for the interruption.

“That was a bold move, Capt’n.” Corso muttered, glancing into his water glass to avoid their eyes, an awkward silence descending on the table.

Leo’s hands covered his face, the tips of his ears red. “Sorry, uh, Dash and I might be a thing.”

Corso laughed, a happy sound that at least helped Leo relax a bit. “I know. Risha told me before we left Tatooine. Glad to see you finally admitted you liked him.”

Leo groaned again, this time it sounded mortified. “Does everyone know?”

Dash ruffled Leo’s hair affectionately, enjoying how easy it was to rile him up. “You’re too easy to read. Should probably do something about that.”

“Keep testin’ me and I’ll-”

“Do something?” Dash teased, flicking him on the nose with a finger.

Leo brushed him off with an eye roll, but Dash smiled when the man entwined their fingers again, setting it against the table where Corso could see.

#my writing #valkblue #tiredassmage #swtor #swtor fanfiction #star wars #star wars: the old republic #republic trooper #swtor smuggler #swtor republic trooper #dash felaeon #leo ashold #dash felaeon x leo ashold

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nine-blessed-hero · 11 months

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I picked my battlemage orc, Gonna-Kick ur Ass's game back up on Saturday (the Gent had a prior commitment and the weather was too nasty to do anything outside).

Having him be amnesiac is great because I cannot remember wtf I was doing the last time I launched his game. He was sat at the Chorral Fighter's Guild table for breakfast (I've been roleplaying a bit more in this game, so actually eating food items for three main meals, sleeping at night etc), and speaking to Oreyn revealed Kicks had to pick between going to Cheydinhal or Anvil for further contracts.

As an orc, Kicks would feel more comfortable in Cheydinhal (and also I fancied doing the Corruption and Conscience quest) so I headed towards the main gate. On the way out Kicks was distracted by a man seeming distressed running into the Grey Mare, so went to investigate.

Within, he meets Valus Odiil worrying about his boys trying to defend their farm but also runs back into Guilbert Jemane. The Jermane brothers revealed that the exact location of their family farm had been lost, and could Kicks help them find it? He likes the brothers... well, he likes Guilbert at least, so off we went, back to the fighter's guild, to talk to Sabine Laul who knows where the farm is. She obliges, so it's off to Weatherleah and some orc killing.

Once the brothers were safely ensconced on the farm and Kicks had a good night's rest, off we went, bound for Cheydinhall.

Kicks is not good at wayfinding. Kicks has trouble remembering the cardinal directions. Kicks got lost a lot trying to ride from Weatherleah through the Great Forest to the Red Ringroad (I was feeling tired and a bit stupid). No worries, we eventually made it to the road, and killed a couple of opportunistic bandits on the way up to Sercen, the Ayleid ruin at the point where the Silver rd meets the Red rd.

Kicks was ready for the bandits. Kicks was not ready for the minotaur. As the first of the arrows struck his horse, he dismounted and ran towards the ruin. Then there was a whinny behind him, and he whirled to see his horse being attacked by the minotaur. The horse ran off. The minotaur ran off. The bandits ran off. Kicks stood stupidly in the middle of the road for a moment, before lumbering off after them. But he was in heavy plate, carrying the spoils of previous battles and a heavy mace. There was no chance he was ever going to catch up in time.

By the time he arrived, his horse was dead, one of the bandits had been killed by the minotaur, the minotaur was on its last legs and easily dispatched and the bandit archer was hiding in fear until Kicks turned up and then took her out too. So there he is, not even noon, and his day is screwed. He has to walk the rest of the way to Cheydinhall (part of the RP is trying not to reload saves and no quick travel).

Stoicly, off he trundles and makes the Roxey in by noon, so he stops in for lunch. There, he learns about some mage terrorising the area. But alas, there's no time to help; he needs to make it to Cheydinhal. However, while eating, he does run into Pranal, the Heavy Armour trainer. After pestering Pranal with ale and dinner, the retired soldier gives in and says that he'd train Kicks on the condition he finds a nice set of silver glasses and a carafe for the woman Pranal is interested in. It's a fair trade, so Kicks takes it.

With that settled, Kicks makes his way to Cheydinhal. Halfway up the Blue rd, with night closing in, it starts to rain. The rain soon turns into a rolling thunderstorm, so it's a cold, wet, tired and thus very grumpy orc who meets another pair of bandits almost outside the city gates. Needless to say, they do not last long.

The porter greets Kicks with a towel and a smile as he trails mud and rainwater into the Fighter's Guildhouse. Upstairs, he sheds his armour and changes into nearly dry clothes. A hot dinner and some good conversation go someway to chasing away the woes of the day, and Keld tells Kicks that the horsemaster outside the city has beasts for sale.

Come morning, it's still drizzling and damp, but Kicks makes a good sale to Borba gra-Uzgash of the crap he's been toating around and forgets all about bitching Keld was making about the fines once Burz gro-Khash gives him his next assignment; he's to go back to Leyawin county, to a village called Water's Edge. On his way out of town, he stops to enquire about the cost of a horse but discovers that, even with the sales he made, 5000 gold is still too rich for his blood. He'll be making his way to Leyawiin on foot...

#oblivion playthrough #tes oblivion #The Elder Scrolls #I mostly wrote this because I was annoyed about loosing the horse #but it's also good way to remember wtf I was up to with this character

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Trying to decide if popsicles for dinner are a valid life choice. I feel like they might be, given that I was Very Brave and did scary medical things today all by myself and nearly passed out, and now my nose is all bloody. (Am fine.)

So the thing is, my quest this year has been to get my migraines under control. That is... an ongoing battle, and I have only had mixed success on that front as my doctor and I try to figure out what meds work best for me.

But as part of that quest, I had an MRI done, because things changing in one's brain = cause to look at the ol' grey matter. And in the results, there was a note about a very small cyst in my sinus cavity, which my doctor said was quite normal and probably had no bearing on my headaches. But it prompted me to mention that I was always congested on that side of my sinuses, to the point that if I start sleeping on my back, I will inevitably wind up sleeping on my left side so that my right sinus is elevated.

"Your headaches are almost exclusively on your right side," said my doctor.

"Yeah?" I said, because I am slow sometimes. "But they're definitely migraines, not sinus headaches."

"I know," she said. "But it's interesting. Does your congestion impact your sleep, do you think?" she asked, and I laughed, because-- unquestionably. Like, I cannot remember the last time I actually slept all the way through the night without having to turn or sit up in order to breathe more easily.

So then she gave me a name for an ENT guy, because congestion -> bad sleep -> all sorts of neurological issues, including migraine. And even if it doesn't do anything with my migraines, hey! Being able to breathe out of both nostrils seems like a plus.

The ENT doc was very nice, took one look up my nose and was like, "Yeah, so the fact that you're sleeping on your left side is HILARIOUS, because you've got a seriously deviated septum that makes your right sinus much wider, but it's so blocked by your turbinates right now that it's narrower than your left. So that's why you can't breathe."

And today I went back to have them do a turbinate reduction, which sounds fancy, but is basically like dental work for your sinuses. They numb the heck out of your turbinates-- nasal structures that direct airflow and humidify the air you breathe-- with injections of lidocaine, then shove a couple of cotton wads soaked in a numbing agent up your nose, and then they do Something with a Long Tool that shrinks your turbinates down to a more normal size. I think it cauterizes them, but I tried not to know a lot about the specifics.

Anyway, it's an in-office procedure that takes about forty-five minutes, unless you're me! If you're me, you get to the part after the lidocaine injections where they shove the knock-out tampons up your nose, and the doctor takes a look at you and says, "You know, sometimes people have vasovagal reactions during this procedure, and they can feel a little dizzy. Are you--?"

And then I told him he needed to lay the chair back for me, because otherwise I was going to pass out.

Sigh.

Break your arm badly, and stay stupidly conscious even when you'd much rather not. Have a slightly uncomfortable procedure involving needles, and immediately go white-lipped and sweaty as your blood pressure plummets. Logical, brain. Eminently logical.

Anyway. Once the nurse took my blood pressure about a million times and it started to go back up to Not Dead levels, we tried again and I shut my eyes and white-knuckled it through and tried not to think about what the weird noise-feels were in my head as he did... whatever it was... with the Long Scary Tool. And then it was done!

And now I am very gently, gently blowing my slightly bloody and sore nose, and marveling because-- I can already breathe better.

So I think I deserve popsicles for dinner.

#tw: medical #cw: medical #personal

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chrisevansredbelt · 2 years

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The Other Woman

pairing: dbf!frank x reader

warnings: angst!! kinda cheating kinda not?

summary: the other woman will always cry herself to sleep. kinda based off my interpretation of lana’s ‘the other woman’ <3 also based on request i got!

a/n: I AM NOT ANTI KAREN ITS PURELY FOR THE STORY 🫶

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You cuddled yourself tighter as you continued walking through the pain and the cold. It was a long shift- god knows why the fashion magazine editing company you intern for needs you so late. Though you should count yourself lucky, 7pm is a reasonable time compared to the others who are still there and probably won’t get out until midnight.

Plus, you couldn’t really complain. It was a job your Mom got you from a friend of a friend, you couldn’t just quit because you didn’t like it. Maybe you could. But it wasn’t all bad. Your coworkers were nice and fun and much like yourself. Plus famous people came and went and it payed generously and would be a great addition to your resume.

But still. You wished it wasn’t mandatory to wear heels.

Because now you’re walking home in the cold, wind- almost wobbling over every time a gust of air hits you. And you have a feeling it’s going to rain soon… and you don’t have an umbrella.

You take the train home, of course. Not all the way, it stops at 131 and then you take the bus that goes across the Washington bridge. You ride it all the way to the last stop in Englewood and then walk the rest of the way home. That’s usually at 5pm however when it’s no so cold and scary.

You figure you can either call your parents or catch an Uber, but you know your parents are probably already tipsy from the wine they drink at dinner and Uber’s scare you too much. It’s a long story.

Or you can call Frank. Frank usually always comes to your rescue when you need a ride home. But you remember him saying something about being busy this Friday? Something about a friend coming in from out of town. So that’s off the table.

You figure you’ll just catch the train to 131 and then decide from there. Now to actually get to the train station… if you survive.

Looking up from the ground to see how much further, you let out an exhale. You’re not far. You only have to walk one more block and then cross the street. It’s somewhat busy out which makes you feel a little safe- but not any warmer.

Looking from left to right to make sure no cars are coming, you furrow your brows at the sight of a familiar car parked along the curb.

Franks pick up truck.

You would’ve spotted it a mile away had you not been looking at the ground.

A wave of comfort floods over you and you suddenly forget all about the cold.

You walk up beside it and subtly look inside just to make sure he’s not in the car. Stopping in your tracks now, you spin all around before turning to look at the restaurant behind you. It smells nice, it’s got soft music playing and the low lights give it a really calming look.

But you don’t feel calm.

You feel cold again. And you feel sick.

You have to blink stupidly a few times to make sure you’re not tiredly hallucinating. But it makes no difference because when you open your eyes again, the scene is no different.

Frank sits idly in his chair- dressed up all fancy and hair slicked back. Did he shave too? Across from him, a blonde lady. She looks nice… his age probably. You feel like you recognise her, but nothing comes to mind. You’re too invested in the way he’s smiling at her.

Averting your eyes down, her foot almost touches his leg- and there’s a bouquet of flowers hanging out of her purse on the floor.

Almost feeling your stare burn into him, through the glass window, he flicks his gaze over at you momentarily before doing a double take- smile disappearing from his face when he realises it’s you.

You look like a sad lamb. A kicked puppy. A deer shot by some redneck fuck. A bird slaughtered by a high-speed car. A rabbit skinned alive for its fur.

He looks back at the woman in front of him before back at you. Shit, she follows his gaze to you. Putting up an act, you just offer a curt smile and small wave that he briefly returns before walking off out of view. God, even that felt painful to do.

Frank swallows thickly when he watches you leave. The glossiness of your eyes not going unnoticed.

“Oh, do you know her?” Karen pipes up from her seat and it’s only then that Frank remembers she’s there.

Looking at her, he quickly recomposes himself, clearing his throat, “Yeah, that’s um- that’s Bette’s daughter.”

“Oh, right.” Karen nods. She’d been invited to a handful of Bette and Brocks barbecues… that’s how she and Frank met. And how they are now subsequently on this current date. And he just so happens to have been fucking their daughter.

“Yeah, she’s a good kid.” Frank finds himself aimlessly mumble- rather to himself than to her. Karen takes no notice, sipping on her wine before starting a whole new conversation on desert.

Though it falls on deaf ears. Franks lost his appetite.

It took you everything in you not to cry. And it genuinely surprised you when you didn’t. Not when you continued to pass by multiple happy couples on dates, holding hands in front of you, sitting on the train together.

You’d made it to the train. Body now numb to any kind of feeling other than the rip in your heart. You’re certain your feet still ached and your back stung and your neck and your head and your wrists and your empty stomach. But nothing compared to the pain in your chest.

The train had stopped and started on many occasions- and at one paint you were genuinely convinced it would break down.

Your phone went flat on the train as well.

When you got off the train at 131, you stopped at the bottom of the staircase and sighed. The rain had started.

People pushed past you as they opened up their umbrellas and it was only when you looked back into the leaking underground station that you made the snap decision you’d much rather be in the rain than down there and murdered.

You crossed your arms over your chest and made the quick journey to the small bus stop that did very little to provide any kind of roof over your head. You stood in the very corner, yet your legs still managed to quickly soak and tiny droplets of rain splashed against your face.

Looking at the bus stop timetable, you internally groaned as you saw that your bus was 10 minutes away. But with the rain, you knew it would be longer.

Resting your head against the wall, you shut your eyes and willed yourself not to cry.

If your phone hadn’t gone flat, you would’ve called for an uber.

You opened your eyes at the sound of an approaching vehicle. Either a miracle had been made and your bus had arrived or you were about to get kidnapped.

The black pick up truck comes to an abrupt stop and the passenger door is swinging open to reveal Frank in the drivers seat, “Get in.”

The rain hits impossibly harder and for a moment, you forget everything that had just happened and force yourself into Franks car.

You shut the door once you’re in and Frank takes off.

“There’s a towel in the back.” He tells you and you timidly reach for the towel that’s folded on the backseat.

You pull it over your freezing body, drying the ends of your hair that drip small drops of water onto Franks seat.

It’s only then that you realise everything that’s happened and who’s car you’re in. You find yourself subconsciously inching away from him in your seat- not even breathing too loudly so as to not draw any attention to yourself.

It’s awkwardly silent. Which felt strange. It’s never been like this. There’s such thick tension in the air, but you refuse to do anything about it. You’re not the one that needs to explain themselves.

“Why didn’t you catch an Uber? Or call your parents?” Frank breaks the silence, but not to explain himself. You look out the window, rolling your eyes slightly.

“Phones dead.” You mumble, barely coherent.

Frank just purses his lips. He knows you’re mad at him right now- and you have every right to be. He also saw you roll your eyes so he’s not gonna make any effort to resolve the issue right now. Not yet, at least. It’s probably the last thing you want.

“Are you warm enough?” He asks instead, hardly waiting for your answer as he turns up the heater.

Though you only side-eyed his hand turning up the heat, you couldn’t deny that it felt nice. The warmth hitting you like a truck.

“M’fine.” You mumble again, resting your head against the window now and shutting your eyes so that he gets a hint and stops talking to you.

Thankfully, he takes the social cue to stay quiet. The only sound in the car is the heater and the low radio. You slip your feet out from your heels as you get settled in and begin mapping out how far you are from home from the movements of Franks car.

You’ve just passed the Washington bridge, so shouldn’t be too long now. Thank God. You stop keeping track after the bridge and let sleep take over you. Franks car is so warm, it’s like you’ve been engulfed in a bundle of heated blankets.

When you spring awake, it’s because of the sound of Franks park break coming up and your Dads voice yelling from the front door of your house.

“Frankie!” You’re barely given any time to collect yourself as you wake up. Your Dad heads over to Franks window while you just quickly fold up the towel and lay it on your seat. You shut the door after and tip toe your way to your house, feet aching, “You didn’t even try to fuck? You must love her!” Your Dad drunkenly yells.

Your Mother pays no mind to your soaking form as she spots Frank, joining in with your Dad on the interrogation because they somehow knew about this date. Hell, if you didn’t know any better, they’re probably the ones who set it up.

“Did you plan another date?” Your Mom asks excitedly and you find yourself stopping in your tracks before you enter the house completely. You want to hear his answer.

Franks stare burns into your back after your Mom asks him the question and his heart gets caught in his throat conjuring up his answer.

“Yeah, next week.” He says shyly, more so so that you wouldn’t hear rather than because he was embarrassed. Well, he would be lying if he wasn’t a little flustered- especially with how your Dad began hyping him up.

You just pursed your lips and slammed the front door behind you, sluggishly making your way up to the bathroom.

You peeled off every soaking layer that stuck to your skin, looking at yourself in the mirror and almost laughing at the way your mascara had run. You hadn’t cried, but it sure looked like you did.

From your spot in the bathroom, you see Franks headlights retreat from your driveway through the glazed bathroom window. Your parents loud voices can be heard from downstairs and you roll your eyes. You didn’t care that they were drunk, most of the time they were pretty funny.

But they’d probably talk your ear off about Frank and how happy they are for him that he’s finally moving on and found this other woman who’s just so perfect and has nice nails and nice, long hair and probably has a collection of French perfume that Frank will soon love and he’ll never even look at you ever again because she’s just so perfect and his age.

You hate the other woman. You hate Frank even more.

You could hardly sleep last night, tossing and turning so hard you had entangled yourself in the blankets. But maybe that’s what you wanted. To try and disappear. The whirl of the blankets would conjure up some black hole portal and you’d slip away and everyone would wonder your existence while you live in another dimension where everything is just the way you want it. Or you’re in some like Garden of Eden and you become one with nature and rule the place as the only living human. That would be nice.

You eventually cried. Cried yourself all the way to sleep. It felt nice to finally just let it all out. Of course, not all the way out because otherwise your parents would hear.

You woke up with red, puffy eyes and you were grateful that you didn’t have to go into work on the weekends. Even more grateful that your parents had social things to attend to today, so you’d have the house all by yourself now to cry as loud as you want.

You figure that you should still get yourself ready for the day. Just general skin and dental care and changing into warmer clothes.

Your stomach begs you for some food, having not had any dinner last night and it being well past breakfast.

So you make pancakes.

Pancakes were always Frank’s favourite. If you just so happened to stay the night, he would make pancakes. Always.

Well, no he probably never will. Not for you at least. For the other woman.

“Shit.” You gasp, quickly flipping the pancake and groaning when it looked a dark brown.

Looking at the bottle of batter, you wouldn’t have enough to make another, so you figure you’ll just slice off the burnt edge.

Fucking Frank. He’s like the root of all your problems.

You practically inhale the pancake and few bits of fruit you’d chopped up. Having not eaten last night a regrettable action. You clean off your plate and down your OJ before dumping them both in the dishwasher.

Standing helplessly in the middle of the large kitchen, you twiddle your fingers trying to think of something to do with your useless life. The place is already clean, the groceries have all been bought.

Just as you decide to head back to bed, a knock sounds from the front door. You pause in your footsteps, heart dropping to the pit of your stomach as you can see the silhouette of exactly the person you don’t want to see right now. Or maybe you do want to see him. You just don’t want him to see you.

Lingering in the foyer, you ponder whether or not you should open the door. You know he’s going to want to talk and you’re not sure you’re ready for that just yet.

But yet, you still find yourself inching closer to the door. Body taking over your mind as she wraps your hand around the door knob and opens it.

You keep your eyes to the ground, Franks boots coming into view and it’s only when the clears his throat that your eyes slowly make their way up his body, to his face.

God, why does he look so good? Why isn’t he unhappy? Sure, he looks a little uncomfortable but he clearly hadn’t cried himself to sleep.

You unknowingly frown a little when you finally look at him, and Frank shifts his feet nervously, “Can I come in?”

You don’t say anything, just quickly look out onto the street and making sure the coast is clear before slowly opening the door a little further and letting him come in.

When you shut the door behind him, you turn and notice he’s made his way into the living room, sitting one of the couches. Well, any thought you had in the back of your head of him extending his stay for an hour was out the window. Why would he fuck you? He’s got that other woman to fuck now.

Understandingly, you sit in the single chair adjacent to his, pulling your knees up to your chest and hugging your legs securely. You feel so exposed, despite being in the same room as someone who literally made you feel like the only person in the world at times.

Who looks over you a few times and every time, your heart skips a beat. He looks concerned, but probably for his own sake rather than yours.

“Look,” He starts and you realise how clammy yours hands have gotten, “Your Mom set me up with her. I couldn’t say no.”

You roll your eyes and avert your gaze from him. You should’ve fucking guessed that your Mom was the one behind this.

But Frank thinks you’re rolling your eyes at him, and quickly becomes agitated, “You do realise, we could never be together, Y/N.” You look at him with a furrowed brow, lips slightly parted. Damn…. that hurt. “Your Dad would probably kill me if I even looked at you that way, better yet if he ever finds out I fucked you and am in love with you.” You almost choke on your own heart as it rose up in your throat. He’s in love with you? Or was he just saying that as like an example? A hypothetical situation? “You know that, right?” He asks again at your lack of response.

“Just- shut up for a second.” You drop your head into your knees, shutting your eyes and imagining yourself in a much better situation. Maybe you’re out with Wanda and Natasha. Natasha has problems with Steve that you and Wanda have to do your best to give advice to. Or maybe even you’re at work. Being at work would be better than being here right now. Though, your journey to work is probably ruined now because you’ll have to pass by that damned fucking restaurant and relive every emotion that happened last night. Maybe you’ll burn the place down.

Frank shuts up like he was told. But he’s antsy as you stay quiet and process all of his words. He just wants you to say something other than telling him to shut up.

Your eyes brim with tears the more you think over his words, ‘We could never be together.’ So you quickly blink away the tears and pull your head up.

Frank frowns a little when he sees how glossy your eyes are yet again. Because it’s all because of him.

“Do you love her?” You don’t know what takes over you as you boldly ask the question. Probably delusion.

“Don’t.” Frank shakes his head, “I’m not answering that.”

“Well, you just gave me your answer anyway.” You quickly retort, shrugging carelessly despite the feeling that you’ve just been stabbed in the chest.

A lone tear escapes your eye and you’re quick to wipe it away. But Frank still sees.

He hates that he’s making you cry. He can tell you cried all night. He never wanted to make you upset. He always hoped you would both see eye to eye on this whenever the time came. Sure, for a while, he had no hope on ever finding love again and was perfectly fine with sneaking around with you until you went off and found love your own age. He’s unsure whether he’d feel as heartbroken as you are right now if the roles were reversed. He wants to say that he won’t, that he’d be happy for you and it would probably be for the better. But a bigger part of him thinks he’d be just as angry.

“I don’t… regret anything.” He timidly says, wanting to at least end on good terms. He’d hate to just no longer be able to talk to you whenever he comes around… because let’s face it, he’s still your Dads best friend.

“I do.” You scoff. You’re lying. You know it and he knows it too. Of course you regret nothing, sleeping around with Frank was the best part of your day when it happened. Kissing Frank when he had stayed with you during a snowstorm where your parents had gone on vacation was probably the best decision of your life. You still remember every part of that night. He was so warm.

“I know you’re angry.” Frank starts, mouth opening and closing for a moment as he figures out what to say. You just stare at him blankly, until he blurts out, “I love you.” You blink at him, “I do. And I’ll always love you. In any other world where you weren’t my best friends daughter, I’d-“ He cuts himself off.

You wish he didn’t. You’d love to hear all the things he would do with you if you weren’t his best friends daughter. Would he marry you? Or would the age gap be too much? It’s not the worst age gap. In any other world where you weren’t his best friends daughter, would you have even met? Probably not.

“You deserve someone your own age anyway.” He speaks again, “Go for that Bucky guy or something, he seems nice with his… long hair.” He tries to joke, but the only reaction he gets out of you is a few more tears that you shakily wipe away, “I’ll get real old soon and I’ll just be a wrinkly bag of weak bones that you’d have to take care of… Go grow old with someone else… preferably at the same pace.”

You look away from him now. You know it’s the end. You can’t bare to look at him any longer. You wished you could at least touch him one last time, kiss him, have him hold you, fuck him. But you knew it was over. It was over the second he said yes to that date.

He can’t bare to see you cry any longer. Standing up from the couch, he hesitates before he reaches down and wipes a few of your tears. He tucks a stray hair behind your ear and you still refuse to look at him.

“I’ll always look out for you.” He promises, finger just lightly grazing over your hand and it takes every fragment of your being not to reach out and hold his hand. Before he goes to walk away, he pauses before saying, “Keep the key to my house, doors always open.”

Though you don’t say anything, Frank just nods to himself before heading for the door. He hates that ended the way it did. He wished it went better. But this is how it has to be. If not now, then it probably would’ve just been more painful. More so for you than for him. He had Karen now.

When he finally leaves, softly shutting the door behind him you kick the small coffee table in front of you. Your bundle of keys that you’d placed there when you got home jangle and you feel hot, burning rage at the sight of Franks house key attached.

You grab the set of keys and throw them at the front door where Frank once was, wishing he was there to absorb the blow. And to hold you again. To tell you it was all just a cruel joke he was playing on you.

Cuddling yourself into a small ball, you just wanted to shrink away. For the couch to swallow you whole.

You’ll never forget the smile on Franks face whenever he’d see you. The same smile he gave to the other woman last night.

Well, she’s no longer the other woman.

The other woman will always cry herself to sleep.

The other woman will never have his love to keep.

And as the years go by, the other woman will spend her life alone.

You are the other woman.

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PART TWO!

SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP

request:

#frank castle #frank castle x reader #frank castle smut #the punisher #frank castle x you #the punisher x reader #jon bernthal #the punisher smut #frank castle angst #frank castle fluff

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maryam111 · 2 years

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i miss you.

CW: fem! reader, rin being jealous of ur new bf lol, cheating (cheating on ur new bf w rin), rin calls himself daddy lol, nipple play, fingering, making out, bathroom sex, ummm that’s it !!

WC: 400k?

ABOUT: rin would admit, he wasn’t the best boyfriend, but seeing someone treat you better than he ever could, had him riled up.

Rin would admit, he wasn’t the best boyfriend, but seeing someone treat you better than he ever could, had him riled up.

You see, you and rin had broke up 3 weeks ago. You had told him that you were tired of him and how he treated you.

Letting girls flirt with him, putting his arm around their neck, whispering god knows what in their ear and watching them giggle, letting half naked girls SIT on his lap — you were tired. You broke it off with him with a note and all your stuff gone.

Eventually you had met this sweet guy — kita. Always complementing you, saying how pretty you were, taking you out to fancy dinners.

All the things rin didn’t do.

Yet there is this part of you that still yarned for him. No matter how shitty rin treated you, a part of you still loved him.

You and kita went to this party that his friends were throwing. You were having a good time dancing to the music with your wonderful boyfriend.

“Hey babe, do you mind if i go talk to some of my friends real quick? i’ll be back.” Kita said, moving close to you so you can hear him.

You nodded and gave him a kiss on his cheek. You went to go sit down on the couch, and talk with some people in the mean time, until kita comes back.

As your chatting with one of your friends, you feel eyes in the back of your head. You slightly turn around and glimpse at the messy haired boy that you hoped to never see again.

You locked eyes with rin and he’s suddenly getting up walking over to where your sitting.

oh no.

Suddenly you stand up and rush your way to find a room of some sort. You walk around the halls and you see an empty bathroom.

You back up and watch him lock the door.

“You missed me?” he said with a grin settling on his stupidly beautiful lips.

“what do you want suna.“ you asked, adverting your gaze from his eyes.

He snickered, “Suna really? what happened to rin or rinnie.”

You rolled your eyes, “We aren’t dating anymore suna. why would i call you that. Actually, i have a wonderful boyfriend who treats me right out there. So excuse me while i go find him.”

As you make your way to the door rin stops you and backs you up into the sink.

“He doesn’t deserve you.”

“He doesn’t deserve me? god suna do you hear yourself??”

He lets out sigh. “y/n.. I’m sorry alright? i know sorry doesn’t excuse all the shitty things i’ve said and done to you, but i really mean it. i miss you so goddamn much. And seeing you with him… seeing you with someone else but me makes me so pissed. Give me one more chance. i promise you it will never happen again. i’ll be better.”

You start to tear up, rin notices and strokes your cheek and wipes the tears away with his thump.

“Y/n… i still love you and i always will.”

You pull rin into a kiss, running your finger nails in his messy hair that you oh so missed.

Rin grabbed the back of your thighs and sat you on the sink. He pulls away and starts trailing hot kisses down your neck.

“R-rin.. fuck!” you moan, wanting more.

He puts his hand near your thigh opening it, and trails his hand near your clothed pussy. You whine as he starts playing with your clit and rubbing circles on it.

“Please rin…” You whimper, wanting him to stop teasing you and just fuck you.

He grins, ”What baby? tell daddy what you want.”

He pulls your panties aside and starts playing with your puffy folds.

“fuck rin, just need your fingers please…”

“since my pretty little slut begged so nicely for me, i’ll give her what she wants.”

Rin slipped his fingers into your soaking cunt and you arch into him as he slips his fingers in and out at a perfect pace.

You moan and grip onto his back, “Feels good? am i making my pretty little slut feel good?”

You nod your head and let out a whine and he starts rubbing your clit as his fingers still go in and out of your pussy.

“R-rin! i’m gonna come!” You moan, suddenly as your about to come on rin’s fingers, he pulls out and licks his fingers filled with your cum.

“uh uh not yet baby. Want you to cum on my cock.”

He starts unbuckling his belt and pulling his jeans off. You watch as he takes his underwear off and pulls his cock out.

He walks closer to you and starts to align his dick with your cunt.

“You ready baby?”

You nod your head and grip onto his arm as his cock slides into your hot gummy walls.

“fuck..” Rin groans, feeling your tight walls around his dick, feels like heaven he thinks.

As he bottoms out, he pulls out and slams into your pussy and starts moving in and out of your gushing cunt.

You moan and throw your head back and start to wrap your legs around his waist making his cock hit deeper.

Rin grabs your throat, “You little slut. getting fuck in a bathroom while your little boyfriend is out there probably looking for you. you like that don’t you?”

Rins cock pulses as you start to squeeze your soft warm walls around him.

“R-rin please! i’m gonna cum!” You moan as your finger nails puncture into his shoulder blades.

Rin speeds up his pace, “then cum pretty baby. let it all go.”

At his words, your pussy squeezes his cock and you come. Rin groans and he comes not too long after you.

#haikyuu smut #suna x reader #haikyuu x reader #suna smut #rin smut #rin x reader #haikyuu fic #haikyuu rintaro suna #haikyuu x f!reader #suna rinataro x reader #suna rinataro smut

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unhealthyfanobsession · 3 years

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Can I ask for drunk Nesta flirting with Cassian in front of the ic and him getting all flustered but being secretly pleased about it???

Hell yeah you can! I love this idea! It wasn’t specified so I’m going modern here just because I’m not really sure where this could’ve happened in the canon timeline without a bunch of other factors impeding. Also I’m throwing in a dash of my fav jealous Cassian 😏

It wasn’t that Cassian didn’t want to be there. Well, no, actually that was exactly what it was. Cassian didn’t want to be there. He was exhausted and he hadn’t gotten to the gym that morning and he had a massive deadline that Rhys kept insisting they could push back but Cassian didn’t want to. He just wanted to go home and finish his report and maybe have a glass of whiskey to close off a truly awful week.

But Feyre’s art exhibit opened earlier that week and he hadn’t even gotten to see it yet and so it wasn’t like he could blow off her big party when he already felt like the world’s worst friend.

And he was completely lying to himself and everyone else. He didn’t want to be there because he didn’t want to watch Eris Vanserra’s slimy ass mill about the elegantly decorated, high ceilinged, natural light dripping, beautiful space, with his eyes glued to Nesta’s ass as if it was the art they were meant to be appreciating.

Did Cassian also appreciate every inch of her body like it had been sculpted by Michelangelo? Yeah but that was besides the point. And he had the respect to do it subtly.

“Remind me why he’s invited,” Cassian grumbled into his overpriced merlot. Because apparently only wine was classy enough for these fancy, classy, art events.

“He’s Lucien’s brother.” Azriel also didn’t look impressed by Eris’ uninvited hand on the small of Nesta’s back. Or the way he kept refilling her glass before she asked or was even done. “And he’s richer than Midas and spends a lot of that money on art.”

Cassian rolled his eyes. “We have as much money as he does.”

“Yes but you know Feyre’s rule. No family purchases. She doesn’t want to be a success just because Rhys could buy and sell this entire gallery.” Azriel was stoic as usual. Betraying no opinion on the matter.

It was several hours of carefully constructed comments where Cassian pretended he knew anything about art and pretended his neck wasn’t getting increasingly hot under his collar as Eris kept glued to Nesta’s side.

Cassian had no right to be jealous. He knew that. He and Nesta weren’t anything. Casual flirting. Witty banter. Eternal, pining, unrequited love on his end that she didn’t even seem to notice or care about. So fine. Maybe Eris was her type. It wasn’t his place to interfere.

Except that she really needed a glass of water right now and-

Cassian’s hand darted out on instinct as Nesta walked past him, wobbling a little on her completely impractical shoes.

“Careful sweetheart.”

He braced for the hissed don’t call me that, but When he looked up Nesta was blinking slowly through a hazy wall of the wrong wine.

The wrong wine because Eris had been giving her a Nappa Cab Sauv all night when she preferred old world Syrah. Which was probably why she kept drinking it so quickly, looking for her opportunity to get what she really wanted.

“Cass,” she smiled. It was a little lopsided and definitely off kilter, but even through her wine brain he could see that she was playing at something. Nesta had never called him Cass in his life. “It’s so good to see you!” Her voice went up a full octave and she pressed her entire body against his as she hugged him.

The display turned a few heads in their direction. It was mostly just family at this point, and Eris who couldn’t learn how to take a fucking hint. Technically, he supposed, Eris was family. Nesta’s fucking brother in law. Was that how it worked? Was the brother of the person your sister married also your brother in law? Brother in law once removed?

Not important, moron. Drunk Nesta. Body. Wrapped in a tight sheath dress and clinging to him. Cassian closed his hands around her back and got lost for a minute.

Holding her against him like she was made to fit in his arms. Breathing in her scent like he could capture it in a bottle and spray it on his pillow every night before he went to bed.

Someone cleared their throat. Feminine. High pitched. Mor.

Nesta had already let go and was smirking at him a little. He dropped his hands immediately. “Um, yeah, always a pleasure.”

“Interesting choice of words,” Nesta’s grin was feline. She was definitely up to something. And normally he would make a stupid remark, probably something about how much more pleasurable the evening would be back at his apartment, except that she was drunk and his entire family was staring and Eris was still standing there.

“Can I get you a glass of water?” It seemed like the right thing to say. To offer. Feyre smiled a little, a silent thank you. Azriel was covering a laugh, Mor was watching them both with narrowed eyes like a hawk, and Rhys honestly couldn’t have cared less. Nesta’s eyes narrowed. “Or maybe throw you into a pool,” Cassian joked stupidly.

“You should probably buy me dinner before offering to get me wet.” Someone dropped a glass. Cassian honestly thought it might have been him and he wouldn’t have noticed. Not in that moment. Not with Nesta looking at him through hooded eyes and talking about…

He could do this. His pants were not getting tight. Not at all. Because he wasn’t a damn teenager.

“I- um- do you-”

Nesta burst out laughing. It was a sound he’d never heard from her. She was usually all sultry under her breath snorts or ironic guffaws. Full, deep, angels singing, laughter was not usual for Nesta.

As evidenced by the fact the no one was even pretending not to be watching them anymore.

“I’ve got her.” Eris pushed himself back to Nesta’s side.

“Does he?” Nesta looked straight at Cassian, one eyebrow raised. “Because I’m willing to bet he wouldn’t have made it past glass two if your family wasn’t here.”

Azriel coughed. Amren cackled.

“You… do you want him to have you?” It came out wrong. The words. He meant did she want Eris to take her to get some water. Like he offered. He didn’t mean, he couldn’t, he wouldn’t…

“I want you to have me.” She was drunk. She was so drunk and it shouldn’t have been hot but fuck him it was. It wasn’t some sloppy college night out messed up drunk. It was a woman whose inhibitions had been soaked in wine just enough that every word out of her mouth was low and hot and honest.

“Find somewhere else to be, Vanserra.”

“Hey man what the fuck? We were talking-“

Cassian scoffed, snapping out of whatever flustered mess Nesta had put him in. “Anyone who gave her that much Cab Sauv doesn’t deserve to talk to her. Get lost.”

“I saw you eyeing the bottle,” Nesta laughed a little, swaying on her toes. Cassian moved his hands from a support on her bicep to a full arm around the waist support. Even if she did try to fall he could lift her with one arm easy. “Thought you might say something after…”

After the night they spent in her apartment with a bottle of her favourite Syrah only a week ago. It hadn’t been on purpose. Feyre and Elain and Azriel and Lucien were all supposed to be there. And they all conveniently cancelled only after he’d already showed up.

Which, judging by the barely contained grins on their faces, was even less of a coincidence than he thought. Busybodies.

“I’d offer you a glass of Syrah now, but I think what you need is a coffee.”

“Oh but then I’ll never sleep. And I do think I’m ready for bed.”

Sensing that he’d lost, Eris swore under his breath and stomped off.

“Let me take you home, Nes.” Cassian whispered into her hair.

“Hmm, your place or mine.”

“Yours,” he kissed her temple, pulling her legs out from under her and not even paying his family a backwards glance. “For a nightcap of 2 big glasses of water and a bottle of aspirin that I’m going to leave on your nightstand for the morning.”

“You don’t want to be there in the morning?”

Cassian groaned. “You said it yourself, Sweetheart. Dinner first.”

“You’re never going to let me live this down.” Nesta sighed, head lulling onto his shoulder.

“Actually go for dinner with me next week and I promise to never bring this night up again. And bribe our friends to do the same.”

“Deal,” Nesta said immediately.

An hour later after Cassian had supervised Nesta drinking her water he was about to leave her apartment when she yawned.

“Hey Cass,” she mumbled, half asleep.

“Yes sweetheart?”

“You made a bad bargain. I would’ve gone out with you either way.”

Cassian chuckled, a low rumble. “I’m satisfied with the bargain I made.”

“Cheesy as hell.”

“You love it.”

Nesta laughed, “I am prepared to tolerate it at best.”

“Good enough for me.”

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qianinterprises · 3 years

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WayV Reaction: to you flirting with their younger sibling

Pairing(s): WayV x Reader

Genre: crack, fluff

Warnings: none

Word Count: 2.9k

Author's Notes: Hello anon! I'm sorry it took me so long to get to your request! I really hope I interpreted your request accurately! And thank you! I'm so glad you like my content! (I also want to mention that I used younger brother for all of them because I thought the request said brother until I went back and looked. Then I didn't want to change everything I'd just written so I just went with it. I'm sorry).

Tagging: @treasuretaeil @hachanbaecon

Kun:

Shortly after Kun was announced to be joining NCT in 2018, he also found out that his mother was expecting a second child, which, naturally, came as quite a shock. He was already an adult. Had his mother decided on more children when he was younger, a teenager even, he wouldn't have even batted an eye! But his little brother or sister would be 22 years younger. That was just weird.

However, that didn't stop Kun from nervously sitting in the waiting room holding your hand the day his little brother was born, vowing to always protect the sweet little bundle of joy.

It was that promise that led to where you both were now, Kun holding his babbling three year old brother in his arms as the boy waved to his retreating mother.

"I'll pick him up tomorrow morning," she called over her shoulder as the door closed behind her.

"So what do you want to do now?" Kun asked, looking between you and the little boy squirming in his arms.

"I wanna dance with (y/n)!" the little boy declared, wiggling out of Kun's hold and reaching for you.

Laughing, you took hold of the boys hands and led him into the center of the room, sending Kun a wide grin as he played music on his phone.

"It would be an honor to dance with you kind sir," you responded in an overly posh voice, taking his smaller hands in yours and spinning around the living room.

He let out a giggle as you spun him around before picking him up in your arms and swaying to the new, now reasonably slow song.

"You're an even better dancer than your brother!" you cooed.

The boy beamed at you.

"Hey!" Kun argued, biting back a laugh as you turned to look at him.

"You can't go stealing my significant other away from me!" Kun said, playfully glaring at the young boy in his arms.

Said boy, seeming to take his confidence from to much time spent with Ten, leaned up and pressed a kiss to your cheek, smirking at his brother.

"Wait for me to get older!" he said before squirming out of your hold.

"I'll wait forever, my prince," you laughed, placing him on the floor, watching him run over to YangYang, who had just entered the room. The maknae leaning down to scoop the boy up, disappearing back into his own room.

Kun stood up from his place on the couch and placed a kiss to your cheek.

"He really likes you," he hummed, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close.

You just smiled, resting your head on his shoulder as his hips suddenly began to sway to the music still playing, coaxing you to follow his lead as he danced you around the living room.

"I'm a much better dancer," he whispered.

You leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to his lips in response.

Ten

The whole world knew that Ten had a younger sister. She was never hidden away, taking her camera confidence from her older brother as she took the newfound attention that came with her celebrity brother in stride. What the world didn't know, however, was that Ten also had a younger brother, one year younger than his sister. A brother that was extremely shy, choosing to hide behind his older sister rather than face the limelight.

Both had been over to visit the dorm countless times, though Ten's sister could only visit when Yukhei wasn't in the dorm after the large man had gotten slightly drunk and stupidly confessed to finding his ge's sister incredibly hot. His brother, on the other hand, was always welcomed and often found himself visiting once every few months for a week when WayV had a little less packed schedules.

You and Ten had picked the younger boy up from the airport two days prior and he'd been laughing and goofing off with the other members (especially Sicheng, to Ten's surprise). Today, however, the younger boy had been surprising glued to your side, always offering to get you a drink or a snack or share a blanket with you, which only made the older boys grow smirks as they not so subtly teased the boy.

"I think he likes you," Ten muttered, eying the boy retreating to the kitchen to grab a water.

You nodded, leaning against your boyfriend and desperately trying to surpress your giggle, not wanting the boy to feel awkward or bullied.

"I don't like it."

You slapped Ten's chest softly.

"Let him be, it's puppy love!" you cooed.

"Puppy love or whatever. You're mine."

You rolled your eyes at the older boys antics and gave his brother a soft smile upon his return, taking the water he offered you.

"Thank you, sweetheart. You're so nice!" you grinned, reaching up to lightly ruffle the boys hair.

Pink dusted his cheeks and he looked down, but he couldn't had his growing smile.

Ten gently elbowed you in the side and pulled you closer to hiss in your ear.

"Flirt with him again and I'll make sure he hears you screaming my name later," he hissed in your ear.

"Come on Ten! He's your brother for goodness sake! It's not like he's going to ask me out. It's harmless!" you argued back.

Ten let out a grumble and turned back to the television, tugging you closer slightly.

"You're going to be the death of me," he grumbled.

WinWin

The day Sicheng found out that he had a half brother on his father's side, he didn't know how to feel. On one hand, he ecstatic. He'd always wanted a younger brother. On the other, what was he supposed to do with this information. His estranged father had never had any intention on telling him that he had a brother, so why now.

It seemed the answer was easy enough to figure out as the eight year old boy was suddenly dropped off at the dorm after Sicheng had been blindsided to watch the male while his father and his step-mother went on a seven day cruise.

While Kun had promised that it was fine, Sicheng knew the leader would rather do other things than help Sicheng take care of an eight year old on their only week off, so Sicheng had called you to come help, promising that he'd take you out for a fancy dinner if you helped him babysit for the week.

You didn't need promises to spend time with your boyfriend, even if it was babysitting.

When you entered the dorm, the first thing you noticed was Sicheng's younger brother playing game with Kunhang on the living room television, and from the looks of it, the eight year old was killing it.

"I win again!" the little boy declared as Kunhang gaped at the television.

"I- how-" he muttered.

"You must be really good to beat Kunhang!" you piped up, sending the younger male a teasing smile.

To the new voice, the eight year old looked up and the controller dropped from his hands.

"Your hot," he declared matter-of-factly.

Your eyes widened. You certainly hadn't been expected that, but a small laugh bubbled from your lips.

"Your not so bad yourself," you retorted with a wink.

"Are you flirting with my brother?!" Sicheng asked, voice sounding scandalized as he approached the two of you, holding a small cup filled with fruit punch for the young boy.

"How can I not when his looks rival his brothers." you responded, sending a wink to the young boy before pressing a kiss to Sicheng's cheek.

The boy had red rising to his cheeks and he took a sip on punch to distract himself as he awkwardly toed at the floor. Kunhang let out a boisterous laugh from his place on the couch.

"This is so weird and so comically!"

"Bet I can beat you again even with this hot person sitting beside me! They'll give me good luck!" the boy decreed, hoping up onto the couch beside the other member.

"Don't call my signifiant other hot!" Sicheng whined.

You gave Sicheng another peck to the cheek and leaned against him.

"Let him have his fun," you muttered, reaching down to grab Sicheng's hand in yours.

Lucas

Yukhei and his younger brother had always been somewhat close. They spoke on a regular basis and his brother had certainly spent time at the dorms, but he was also a busy person.

Unlike Yukhei, who had given up taking over his fathers company to be an idol, his brother was being groomed by their father to be the next CEO of said company, which meant that the boy didn't come around a whole hell of a lot. Which also played into the reason why he'd never meant his brothers significant other. That is, until you opened the door to the dorm while Yukhei was being scolded by Kun for letting Bella pee in the house again.

"Can I help you?" you asked, eying the tall man.

Right away, you knew this person had to be related to Yukhei in some way. They two were practically identical. This man might just be a little shorter and not quite as stocky.

"I believe it is I who can help YOU, beautiful," he said.

Immediately, your cheeks heated up from the awkwardness. Clearly this man had no clue that you were sleeping with his brother. Or maybe he did and he just didn't care.

"I uh... come in... handsome..." you mumbled back awkwardly, having no clue how one should respond to such a greeting.

"So are you their maid or something? Because if you come work for me, I guarantee I can treat you better."

This guy was shameless!

"Uh... the others are this way... But I'm not a maid so..."

He followed behind you into the dorm and you could practically feel his eyes on your ass. You didn't think you liked Yukhei's brother very much.

"Come on babe, I know you're a shy little mouse, but give me something to work with here! Aren't you at all interested!"

"Well... you are handsome. As handsome as your brother but-"

"My brothers got a girlfriend! If you like him, surely you'll like me! Come on, one date!"

"I-I"

"Yeah her boyfriend doesn't really want her going on a date with her boyfriends little brother," Yukhei said, swooping in and draping an arm around your shoulders.

You felt yourself relax into his side, especially as the male in front of you realized the error of his ways.

"Oh my God! I am so sorry! I don't know why I just assumed you were single! Can we start over!" the male requested, getting on his knees to beg for forgiveness.

Ok, maybe this guy wasn't so bad.

"Get up you idiot. You're acting like you've never met a girl before!"

At that, a loud laugh erupted from your lips, making them both look at you.

"It's really ok! You didn't know! Just don't do it again," you laughed.

Xiaojun

The thought of Dejun having a younger sibling was something that had never crossed his mind, especially when he'd turned 16. He just never considered his parents would want to have more children until his mother informed him that she was, in fact, pregnant once again. Six years later, he didn't get to spend much time with his baby brother, but when he did, he tended to make the most of it. So when his mother offered to let Dejun babysit for the afternoon while she did some shopping, he couldn't have been happier. Especially because you'd finally get to meet the little boy.

When he was dropped off, you were blown away by the cute little boy that you immediately pulled him from Dejun's arms, cuddling him to your side.

"You are the most precious thing I've ever seen!" you cooed.

The boy cuddled against your side and placed a kiss on your cheek, one that had you beaming.

"You're so handsome! When you get older, you're going to have all the heads turning, just like your big brother!"

The boy giggled at that and wrapped his arms around your neck, hugging you tightly.

"Can I date you too when I get older?" he asked.

Dejun scoffed in the back of his throat, but you could see the fond smile on his face.

"Why of course you can! Unless you already have a partner!" you beamed, ruffling the boys hair.

At that, Dejun crossed his arms over his chest and stared at you with a pout.

"I don't wanna share," he whined.

You rolled your eyes at him, letting out a small little laugh as you pressed a kiss to his little brother's forehead and patted his back, sending him off to Kun, who promised to make the younger boy ramen for lunch.

"Are you seriously jealous of your little brother?"

"You shouldn't flirt with other guys," he whined.

You cooed at the male and leaned in close to press a soft kiss against his lips.

"You're the only one for me baby," you promised, laughing as you overheard the younger boy requesting that Kun make you a bowl as well.

"He's getting too attached," Dejun mumbled.

You kissed his lips again and took hold of his hand.

"I'm yours babe, and nothing is going to change that," you promised.

Hendery

Kunhang thought his parents must really like having children. And, to be fair, his childhood had been a pretty happy one. However, he was the youngest of four and the only boy. He was the baby and it showed. He was constantly being doted on by his parents and even his sisters who, at one point, would dress him up in make-up and make him pretend to be their fourth sister.

However, all of that changed when Hendery was 10 and news of his mothers pregnancy reached his unwitting ears. He had been angry. Angry because his youngest sister had told him "horror stories" of what it was like for her when he was born. He wasn't exactly ready. However, when his brother was born, he had a friend. Even if said friend was 10 years younger.

Now, a twelve year old boy sat perched on the couch between Kunhang and Ten, eyes glued to the television as they watched Harry Potter for the thousandth time.

"Does anyone want anything to eat? I'm going to make a sandwich," you called.

When no one responded, you set to the kitchen to put your own sandwich together when a figure suddenly appeared behind you.

"I bet your sandwiches are delicious! Could you make me one?" he asked.

You glanced back to give him a wide grin.

"Sure thing honey bunches! What would you like on it?"

He listed off everything he wanted on the sandwich and you set to work assembling it for him. You sliced the sandwich in half triangle style the way you usually ate your sandwiches and gave him a wide smile.

He sat down at the island and took a large bite, humming a little over-exaggeratedly at the flavor.

"It's so good!" he said.

You laughed and ruffled his hair before opening the fridge and handing him a 12 ounce bottle of coke.

"Only the best for you! Gotta keep those muscles growing if your gonna play spots when you get older!"

"Mom says I'm made for the soccer field! She wants me to try out to be a professional player! But I want to be an idol like Kunhang!"

What he said surprised you. Kunhang hadn't told you his little brother had interest in joining the entertainment industry.

"I'm sure you'd be great at it!" you encouraged.

"Do you think I'd fit in with NCT?" he asked.

"Are you kidding? You'd put them all to shame with your looks and talent! No one could beat you!"

"What are we talking about?" Kunhang asked, moving up behind you and wrapping an around around your waist.

You picked up half of your sandwich off your plate and offered it to him, to which he took a bite straight from your hand.

"He's interested in joining the entertainment industry!" you beamed.

Kunhang looked over at him, eyebrow raised.

"Ok, but stay away from my partner with those good looks and talent that could put us all to shame," he mocked, kissing your temple before plopping down beside you.

YangYang

YangYang was born five minutes earlier than his identical twin brother, which he had kept a secret from the prying eyes of the fans. His brother, while sharing his same facial features and eyes, was very different from YangYang.

His twin was more introverted and, unlike YangYang, had 0 interest becoming an idol. Rather, he wanted to become a veterinarian to go along with his love of animals. So, when YangYang went away to train, his brother was taking medical classes and it just never made sense for either of them to mention each other, specifically because YangYang's twin didn't care much for access media attention.

The members, however, were very aware of YangYang's twin, although they'd found out the hard way when his brother had come to visit and Sicheng had accidentally yelled at him to get his "damn shoes out of the hallway."

It had been hysterical when it was all said and done and his twin had quickly bonded with the older boys, letting them pull him out of his shell to find the energetic boy that liked to compete with YangYang on everything.

While you knew that YangYang had a twin brother, and that they were identical, the thoughts didn't cross your mind as you showed up at the dorm to spend time with YangYang. When Dejun opened the door, he informed you that YangYang was finishing up a shower and would be out soon, directing you to his bedroom.

When you walked in, however, you found "YangYang" sitting on his bed playing a game on his phone. Assuming he'd gotten out of the shower before Dejun had realized, you thought nothing of it and sauntered over to the boy, taking his phone out of his hands and plopping down on his lap.

"I missed you," you said, leaning back against him, letting your head rest against his collar bone.

"I um..." the boy stammered.

You'd never known YangYang to get flustered, but chopped it up to the members being in the dorm.

"What's wrong baby? Cat got your tongue?" you cooed, sending him a mischievous wink as you purposefully wiggled your bum on his lap.

"I-I"

"What the hell is going on?!" a very familiar voice tore through your reverie and your eyes shot up to the door where... YangYang stood, towel wrapped around his waist, another drying his hair.

"YangYang?!" you gaped, jumping off the lap you were sitting on. "But who?!" you turned back to the man on the bed and then it dawned on you.

YangYang had mentioned earlier in the week that you should come by to meet his twin brother. Somehow, that had slipped your mind and now...

"Oh my God!! I am so sorry!" you screeched, voice going up an octave as your cheek flushed a bright red.

The boys shared a look before both burst out laughing, doubling over with hilarity as your cheeks burned.

"This has got to be the best mix up I've ever seen!" the real YangYang cackled, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you against him.

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jaskierswolf · 3 years

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The Love We Have

Part 3/5 - AO3 - Previous

Summary: Kaer Morhen has an old tradition in order to keep the witchers safe after the siege. Only witchers and their partners are allowed in the keep but Geralt is tired of parting with Jaskier over the winter so decides to invite him to Kaer Morhen… only he forgets to mention one tiny little detail.

Ship: Geraskier

Rating: T

Warnings: None?? Maybe… I’ll add them later if I remember any.

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They hadn’t found a solution that night. Geralt hadn’t been willing to talk about it, so Jaskier had reluctantly let it go. They had time to figure everything out. It’s not like they had to have fake sex every evening, and they’d already said they were worn out from the road. It didn’t stop Jaskier’s mind from running faster than Roach in a field full of dandelions. Geralt had eventually pulled Jaskier to his chest and started rubbing soothing circles into Jaskier’s side.

After that Jaskier was out like a light.

Which was totally unfair.

They’d woken up wrapped in each other’s arms, legs tangled and honestly in his sleep hazed mind Jaskier hadn’t been able to figure out which limb belonged to which body. It had all been rather nice, until Jaskier remembered Geralt was now his fake boyfriend not his real one and he pulled away from Geralt in a start.

He’d ended up falling out of the bed and almost giving himself a concussion. He was a fucking nightmare.

“Bard,” Vesemir barked just as he was finishing his breakfast, “meet me in the library. You have work to do. Geralt, there’s some tiles coming loose on the roof above the armoury.”

Geralt nodded.

Jaskier just stared, wide eyed after Vesemir. “Wait what?”

“Chores, Jask.”

“Yes yes, but… why am I? I’m a guest!” he whined rather pathetically.

“We don’t have guests in Kaer Morhen. You’re family, you have to work.”

“Oh cock!” he grumbled, there went his relaxing winter.

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It turned out he really shouldn’t have worried about having to fake his relationship with Geralt. They barely saw each other during the day. Geralt was stuck on the more physical tasks whereas Jaskier spent his days scribbling on potion bottles and ingredient jars, or helping Vesemir organise the vast library, a job he would have finished sooner if he didn’t keep getting distracted by the books. He’d never seen half of them, not even whilst at Oxenfurt.

Two more witchers arrived after Jaskier’s first week at Kaer Morhen, Lambert and Eskel. They travelled up the mountain path together and arrived just in time for dinner that evening. Thankfully, like Geralt and Jaskier, they’d been too tired to really say anything the first night.

The second night, however, was a different story altogether. Lambert, as it turned out, was a little shit. Jaskier, under any other circumstances would have adored him, but his questions about their relationship were driving him up the wall.

“So, you finally tamed the famed White Wolf,” Lambert snorted, taking a long gulp of white gull.

“Ah yes, well. It would seem that way wouldn’t it,” Jaskier said smoothly, not entirely a lie either which he was proud of.

“So when did he confess?” Lambert probed. Jaskier cooed over how he’d been in love with Geralt since Posada, love at first sight being all very poetic and exactly the sort of story Geralt expected from him. Geralt mumbled something about the Djinn and how Jaskier almost dying had opened his eyes. Jaskier wanted to laugh at that, but he kept his cool. The only thing he remembered was how Geralt had fallen into Yennefer’s arms and broken his heart.

“I found Jaskier in Oxenfurt in the spring,” Geralt explained, again not a lie. Jaskier was amazed by their combined ability to spin the truth. Jaskier remembered it fondly. Normally he had to track Geralt down so he’d been surprised to see Geralt on his doorstep come spring. “Missed him all winter, didn’t want to spend anymore time apart.”

“And the fool quite literally swept me off my feet,” Jaskier giggled, leaning against Geralt’s shoulder. He wanted to hold his hand under the table but… well…he had no excuse.

“I couldn’t wait to kiss him,” Geralt admitted, a stupidly fond smile on his face that Jaskier couldn’t help but return. He licked his lips and his eyes flicked down in a silent question. They’d spoken about kissing in front of the other witchers but this would be the first time.

Geralt’s smile widened, a rare occurrence that left Jaskier’s heart somersaulting in his chest. He swallowed and then leaned in to press his lips against Geralt’s. It was only a peck on the lips, appropriate for company, but Jaskier still felt dizzy. Gods, he was so in love. It was just not fair.

Geralt bumped his nose against Jaskier’s as they pulled apart and Jaskier could feel himself blushing furiously. How was Geralt so good at this?

“About time the idiot got his head out of his arse,” Eskel laughed, shooting both Geralt and Jaskier a fond smile, and raising his drink.

Jaskier choked, ale spraying all over the table. Some went down his throat the wrong way and he started to cough and splutter. He was wheezing for breath by the time he’d finished and his throat was sore. Geralt’s hand rested on his back, and Lambert and Eskel were looking at him like he was about to keel over.

“Fine,” he rasped “I’m fine, just… “ he coughed again.

What the fuck had Eskel meant? Geralt finally getting his head out of his arse? Come to think of it, Vesemir hadn’t been entirely surprised by Jaskier’s presence either. None of them were, and he knew Geralt had told his family about him.

So what exactly had his grumpy best friend been telling the witchers of Kaer Morhen.

Jaskier started thinking over the last couple of decades spent at Geralt’s side. The witcher barely admitted they were friends, going so far as to argue with Jaskier that they weren’t. At first that had stung but now Jaskier was starting to wonder if he’d read it wrong. Geralt wasn’t one for words or emotions, Jaskier knew that, but he would have thought that even Geralt would know that Jaskier needed to hear some kind of confession.

But Geralt’s love language was not words, and it never had been.

Geralt showed he cared in different ways. At first it was not riding away and abandoning Jaskier, despite his protests that Jaskier was just trouble, then Geralt would put away coin to save up for treats on the road. Treats that he didn’t indulge in himself, but sweet buns, healing potions that wouldn’t kill Jaskier, a spare bedroll, better shoes, warmer clothes. Piece by piece Geralt had made sure that Jaskier was well equipped for the road.

In turn, Jaskier paid for their rooms at the inn, helped to wash Geralt’s hair, which was honestly a gross job and Jaskier deserved a lot more thanks for it. Monster guts stuck to hair like a burr in a sheep’s wool. He played ballads and told epic stories of Geralt of Rivia, the White Wolf, all around the Continent until the Butcher of Blaviken was but a distant memory. A cautionary tale told to children before bed but nothing based in truth. No one, outside of Blaviken, even remembered that it had been Geralt at all. That was also Jaskier’s doing, morphing the tales of the Butcher of Blaviken into a monster of its very own, far apart from witchers; a demon that the White Wolf had banished.

But that wasn’t Jaskier’s love language. That was just… helping out a friend. He was a bard, a poet, a romantic. If he truly thought he’d had a chance with his best friend then he would have adorned Geralt in pet names, flowers, sonnets. No one would have any doubt about who Jaskier truly loved, who his heart belonged to, and he’d foolishly expected to be wooed in quite the same way.

Fuck.

A fool.

An utter fool.

All he needed was a hat with bells and a tambourine.

“Oh fuck,” he finally muttered aloud.

“Jask?” Geralt’s voice cut through his turmoil and he blinked until he was back in the now familiar dining room at Kaer Morhen.

Four sets of golden eyes were watching him.

“I need a moment,” he stammered and then, like the coward he was… he fled.

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He paced around the room until the sound of his footsteps started to annoy him, the never-ending echoing thud reverberating around the room. He threw himself on the bed, inhaling Geralt's scent. It usually helped to ground him but today was different. It just confused him. He felt completely off-balanced. Did Geralt actually want him?

As more than a friend?

It completely changed the last two decades of his life. The wasted opportunities he’d had if hadn’t been such a coward.

Fuck!

Why couldn’t he have just said something?

Why didn’t Geralt?

But what if he was reading the whole thing wrong? What if this was just false hope? That thought burned through him, making his heart ache. He felt like he’d been thrown into a fire, flames blazing around him, a slow torturous death as his love seared through his soul.

He sobbed helplessly and held a pillow to his chest. It didn’t help. Nothing helped. He’d flown too close to the fucking sun and now he was falling, wings melted and falling apart, his tears glistening in the very rays that had been his end.

“Jaskier?”

“Go away,” he grumbled. He couldn’t face Geralt, not now. It was too soon and too overwhelming.

“I’m sorry, Jask.”

Jaskier threw his pillow at the door and Geralt ducked out of the way. He heard the door close and he went back to feeling sorry for himself, praying to all the gods he’d feel better after a good cry. He was pathetic. And yet again, Geralt had found him bawling his eyes out.

“Fuck!” He yelled, not even caring anymore who could hear him. Fucking witchers and their fancy mutations and enhanced hearing. It wasn’t fucking fair.

And the whole ‘only significant others’ rule was completely bullshit.

“Fucking shit balls,” Jaskier screamed into his pillow. “Cock,” he mumbled rather lamely.

It would have all been quite fun if he wasn’t quite so in love with Geralt. If they’d been just friends he would have enjoyed the easy flirtations, his personality was practically made for it. He was so fucking angry with himself for not being able to do this, even Geralt was putting on a better show. He sniffed and wiped the snot from his nose.

“Oh get a grip, Jask,” he muttered, grimacing as he looked at his hands. “Gods, I’m a wreck.”

“You’re not a wreck,” he heard Geralt say.

He sat up, slightly dizzy from moving too quickly, and glanced around the room. It was empty. Was he hearing voices now?

“Geralt?”

“I’m outside.”

“Oh.”

Jaskier stared at the door, longing to open it but something held him back. He wasn’t sure what he would do if he saw Geralt right now. Either yell at him or snog him senseless.

He wasn’t really sure if Geralt wanted either of those things.

So he crawled off the end of the bed and knelt in front of the door, pressing his forehead to the wood. “I’m sorry.”

“Hmm.”

“I’m normally better company, or at least I try to be… for you?” he whispered, knowing Geralt could hear him.

Geralt hummed and Jaskier squeezed his eyes shut, tears still running down his cheeks. He hadn’t meant to cause a fuss.

“I didn’t think it would be so hard,” he sighed, his fingers scraping at his scalp.

“I’m sorry,” Geralt grunted. “I know it can’t be easy, pretending to love me, but…”

Jaskier had scrambled to his feet and pulled the door open before Geralt could finish that sentence. The fucking bastard thought it was all so hard because he was unlovable! Jaskier’s misery turned to anger in the blink of an eye. Geralt fell backwards through the door, his head landing at Jaskier’s feet and he blinked up at him in surprise.

“Don’t you fucking dare finish that sentence, Geralt of Rivia,” Jaskier hissed.

“But…”

“You are my best friend in the whole wide world and I love you, so don’t you dare start spouting some nonsense about how no one could love you. You horse’s arse!”

“Jask,”

“Now get in here, you and I are going to pretend to have sex.” Jaskier’s words surprised him, they were out of his mouth before he could stop them.

“What?!”

“We’ll tell the others that I was just being dramatic, I’m a bard after all,” Jaskier explained with a wave of his hand. He needed to stop moping and get into his role, plus if there was a chance that Geralt did love him back, which he was really beginning to suspect he did… then… well… what better way to find out?

#the witcher #geraskier #kaer morhen #fake dating #wolfie’s witcher writing

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silversatin2105 · 3 years

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Shaman king Fan fic : A Case of mistaken Identity

This fic has two ends to read to the bottom, This covers a scenario between a Fem- Reader deciding their future list of characters featured below.

Yoh Asakura

Hao Asakura

Anna Kyoyama / Asakura

Fem- Reader

Now with that out of the way enjoy the fic

Main scenario: The ribbon of Destiny

You had been friends with Yoh for four months, Ever since you met him on monument hill one fateful night as you were there to attend to the grave of one of your ancestors, It would have been a brief conversation until you said “By the way can you see that samurai” with those words Yoh’s interest was peeked, For the rest of the night Yoh and you talked He explained that he was a shaman and the samurai explained that he was Amidamaru who had became Yoh’s spirit ally when their goals aligned.

You agreed to meet with Yoh on a nightly basis and so you did, It was a month into these evening meet ups that you noticed you were beginning to have feelings for him however you knew about Anna and she knew about you, Anna did not like these meet ups I mean she really didn’t like them as she punished Yoh for meeting up with you like that, Even though he assured her that it wasn’t like that.

Everything came to a head the night after the comet of destiny appeared, Anna caught you confessing your feelings to Manta, The next thing you felt was the sharp sting of a hand across your cheek and the harsh words that were spoken “I forbid you from seeing Yoh ever again, I will let you go with just this but if you show your face here again I will make sure you suffer in your afterlife”

With these harsh words you broke into tears, Nothing could console you and you knew this would be the only outcome for not dampening these feelings, you KNEW that Yoh and Anna were meant to be but stupidly you held up hope that he would reciprocate those feelings, After that you dropped out of the school you all attended and started attending a school in your district, Any spirits you made friends with in your brief moments in Yoh’s life you ignored and for the most part you returned to the world you came from.

Half a month had passed since you had saw Yoh and you were back to your old life, You studied in your free time for your finals and you focused yourself on getting into a good college as you went back to your primary goal of getting a degree in (Insert what you want to do here), It was late as you left cram school and you knew it was your turn to pick up ingredients for the evening meal as you left the store with meat and rice for the dinner you spot a familiar face, It couldn’t be, Yoh ?

Without a moments thought you ran towards the familiar figure “Yoh, are you alright?, Its been awhi” your words were cut short as you dawned on your mistake, The person in front of you did indeed look like your one time crush but he was different, You could not see warmth in his face and as you looked into his face you noticed a deep sadness, Your thoughts trailed on as you had noticed you hadn’t spoke since the hick up you only snapped back when the figure in front of you began to speak.

“Hello miss you seem to have spaced out there, Are you okay?” He enquired as you stepped back from him; you collected your self and did a bow of apology.

“I’m sorry you look a lot like someone I used to know” You managed to speak out, your face turning red as you hid in the folds of your scarf, Something must have amused the familiar stranger as he burst into a mocking laugh, He gripped his sides as he continued to laugh.

“Wow the people in this country really are polite” He remarked whilst regaining his composure, Soon after he stopped laughing he introduced himself as Hao, The future king , this statement you found strange but you put it to the back of your mind as one of his eccentricities.

He asked you to meet him tomorrow night at the same time to which you agreed with caution, You made your way home to which you were scolded for being back late after your apologies and a bath you went to bed with so many questions on your mind.

Throughout the next day you couldn’t focus at school, Were you actually going to meet up with that Hao guy or were you going to go straight home and forget your encounter with him, Every hour that passed you flitted between your going and your not going with one final decision and out of actual curiosity you agreed to meet up with Hao.

Walking thought the darkening streets you found your way back to where just a day ago you met Hao, He waited there for you and offered you a sat by him, After a brief conversation in which you asked him the important questions of why he asked to meet you and what was his intentions he stood up and brushed himself off.

“If you want to know, Walk with me” Hao spoke out whilst walking away from you as you stood to follow and within no time the streets turned into woodland, If you weren’t curious about what he had to offer, This would be the part where you would book it and go home but still your curiosity still had a hold on you.

After walking for what felt like an hour you both came to a clearing that was far from town, Hao stopped walking and turned to face you with an eyebrow raised as he crossed his arms and sat on the floor.

“Before I tell you what I have to say I must find out if I can trust you, What are your intentions with the one called Yoh” He questioned in a tone that you knew if you answered with anything less that the truth would lead to dire consequences.

“I bare Yoh no ill will, I used to have feelings for him but I knew that it was stupid to, we have not spoke since his fiancé told me to back off, I went back to my life and that’s, that” you answered looking Hao dead in the eye, Your heart pounding in fear of what could happen, Its true that he looked like Yoh but you could sense he was a different kind of person, With Yoh you knew he’d never hurt you but with this person you were sure he’d kill you if you put a toe out of line.

“I see, So you have no ties to him at this moment in time” He asked.

“No like I said I have not seen him since Anna scolded me” You replied.

Hao then stood up and paced around looking deep in thought “Usually id kill any outsider that would be threat to my plans, But I find you interesting so ill let you live, Spirit of fire, this girl isn’t to be touched” you wondered what he meant with that, You were about to enquire when before you appeared to be a red demon cloaked in flames offering its hand to Hao.

“Now if you wish to know more, Meet me here tomorrow night If not go back to your life and I assure you we will not meet again” Hao remarked before disappearing from your sight, You found your way back to town and went home to mull things over.

I could not decide on what the reader would decide so to end the argument I will dedicate a page each to 2 sub scenarios 1 in which the reader doesn’t follow Hao and 1 where she does and you can decide which 1 you like the best

Scenario diverge: Plume of white Daisies.

(This scenario covers the reader’s choice in remaining at home and the results of this action)

There was no way you could go with him, Hao may have spared your life but that did not mean you owed him anything, You owed it to yourself to put this whole incident behind you and be content that for a brief time in your life you were a minor character in something important.

The next day at school all who knew you were shocked out of speaking, You walked into class and took your seat as one of your classmates broke the silence.

“why did you cut your hair? (insert name),I thought you were growing it” they asked as you looked at them with a warm smile and replied whilst opening your text book.

“I Just fancied a change of pace”

Years passed and the brief time you spent as part of the shaman world had faded from your mind, You were now an adult and now worked in the field of your dreams and were engaged to your S/O who you met whilst studying for your (insert field) Degree, You no longer lived in your hometown as you had to go where the work was however you returned every summer and winter for a week.

During one of your returns to your hometown you decided to visit the grave of your ancestor, not much had changed since your last visit there other than the fact that the grave looked to be attended to frequently and that Daises had began to grow upon the grave.

As you left the old graveyard, You spot a familiar face in the distance approaching a group of people, You came to recognise the tallest one as your long lost school crush and the other as you presumed right now wife, A little boy clings to the legs of his mother.

With a slight nod to them both you make your way back to your parents home, Petals of daises fill the air as you walk towards the future.

End Scene

Scenario Diverge: Scent of hibiscus

(this covers the readers choice to follow Hao and the results of this action)

The morning after you were given the ultimatum from Hao, whether to remain in your world or follow him into the dangerous world of shamans and spirit fight, your mind was made up, You would follow Hao and learn what you could of the world he lives in.

It was early morning as you checked downstairs to make sure the house was empty, It was as your parents had left for work, You began packing a bag of the things you thought you would need and you wrote letters to your loved ones explaining that you were okay and that you didn’t want to be found.

When night approached you stood where Hao told you to meet him, you held you packed bag on one shoulder as you paced waiting for him hoping it wasn’t a trick, hoping that you didn’t need to go home and awkwardly say that your letters were a prank.

“Ahh you showed up, Right choice” You heard a familiar voice say as you turned to face Hao.

“Yes I did now show me what’s to be done”

You spoke out before you both disappeared into the night.

Years had started to pass, In that time you had trained under the watch of Hao and had become his Itako, You both travelled from place to place brining spirits (usually by force) to his side, You did go home from time to time al though meet ups with your family usually ended in arguments, Your parents accused Hao of derailing your path to success and that you could have been more than you are right now.

You didn’t care, You never regretted your actions not even when Yoh looked at you with suspicion when he saw you at the tournament nor when Anna accosted you intending to tell you the truth, The shock on her face was priceless when you told her you knew and didn’t care.

one night whilst sitting down for a cup of tea, you and Hao spoke of the past and the night you both met, he joked of your embarrassment before giving you a bouquet of aromatic hibiscus that to your shock had a ruby ring on one stem, that moment he got down on his knee and smirked.

“Well will you be my queen?”

“You need not ask my king”

End Scene

#shaman king #asakura hao #asakura yoh #yoh asakura #hao asakura #anna kyoyama #anna asakura #reader x character #fan fic #writers gonna write

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wizkiddx · 3 years

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was thinking for toms most recent ig story it sounds like hes working out early everyday, what if u did a blurb where the reader does it with his and its like best friend --> something else ? sounded like a you type of story, id love if you gave it a go ❤️💕

oohkay so sorry this lit just came through this evening and I suddenly got v stupidly into it (if u put in a req before that I promise I am working on it I just got way to invested cos this is stupidly cute) xxxx

summary: what starts off as tom taking you under his wing and some sunrise workouts together might just develop into something more

“It shouldn’t be legal…. to be doing anything… this fucking early!” Spoken, well yelled, in between the fake strokes of the exercise bike and your pants. All you got in response was the two men laughing at you, no sign of sympathy at all, as your gritted your teeth - fighting against every body instinct to stop the movements. Your heart was pumping like the clappers; breathing shallow and rushed and your arms… your arms felt like they were about to fall off. Combine that with the lack of sleep from waking up before the sun did at 5 am - meant you felt like your were in literal hell.

Why ever you’d agreed to do these workouts with Tom and Duffy escaped you. Being the new and rising actress, with a new supporting role in the next Spiderman, meant you’d spent a lot of time with Tom over the past few weeks. Not to inflate his ego either, but Tom had been a real life hero to you. See, you were the complete opposite of his experienced and seasoned professionalism - this was your first acting gig. And what a gig it was, the second biggest part in a Marvel movie. You never really believed you’d get the part and even when you did, were pretty sure it was some elaborate joke, where Ant and Dec were going to jump out from some corner and go ‘ha its a prank!’ or something.

Yet somehow it was all still happening, you had been flown halfway across the world to spend three months alone on a film set. Well obviously not alone, but you knew no one - you were a complete outsider. That, really, was the reason you’d agreed to do these sessions with Tom. He’d offered half heartedly while between takes as you were moaning about how out of breath you got in that scene. At that point, you’d only known each other for a matter of weeks, he really hadn’t expected you to commit to 5 am each and every morning. What he wasn’t aware of though, was how ocmplerly stranded and lonely you felt here, hence why you jumped at his offer.

And yes you loved to moan and complain when you were there, however you were also so incredibly thankful he ever offered. Duffy, Tom’s PT, was a right laugh too and he took great joy in torturing you - and was also entertained by the new and inventive ways you’d insult him after he ordered you about.

“Come on Y/n, 200m more and then we are done, even your little arms can survive that.”

“Really … not the encouragement… I was looking for.” Still panting, face bright red and blotchy as you pressed your legs straight again.

“Tom? You wanna help Y/n out?”

“Nah you know… kind of enjoying seeing her in pain.” The British voice laughed from somewhere behind you, making you roll your eyes.

“Why the hell… are you not… torturing him?” He sounded way to comfortable and relaxed to be working hard.

“He’s got a stunt heavy day today so wanted to go easy this morning.”

Now that was a bloody joke. You were BOTH filming the SAME scene today, doing the SAME stunts.

“Did I forget to mention Y/n is on set too?” The joy in Tom’s voice made you want to do horrible things to him. Even though you felt like you wanted to collapse on the floor, you’d happily do a set or two on a punch bag right now - if that punch bag was Tom’s face.

Before you could hurl some fresh abuse at your costar, Duffy called time on the rowing machine, turning the display off and passing your water bottle over as you slouched on the slidey seat.

“Done good Y/n/n, I am actually super impressed with your progress” The stocky man patted you on the back genuinely, bringing a bit of smile to your otherwise grimacing face. He went over the chat to Tom about some boy shit that you couldn’t care less about, allowing you a couple minutes to get your breath back. As soon as you did and tried to dismount the machine of death, your ruined legs seemed to have other plans, shakily buckling so you ended up starfished on the floor, groaning at the dull ache that came with the sudden movement.

And what show of concern did Duffy show you? A belly laugh that echoed round Toms indoor gym making you groan again, throwing your forearm over your eyes. It was in fact the curly haired brunette, who came and knelt by your side, wordlessly balling up the towel and placing it under your head as you shot your eyes open in shock.

“You okay? Sorry… I might’ve taken our friendly competition a bit too far.”

“I just… just might have to gain the power of flight this afternoon cos my legs aren’t gonna bloody work.” Tom chuckled and shook his head at your dry humour.

“Oh I’m sure we can talk to Jon and get that arranged… not like Marvel don’t spend years crafting the script and storyline for a newbie actor to change it all.”

“Might I remind you… they wouldn’t have to if your weren’t such a dickhead!” You exclaimed, sitting up and staring at him with an exasperated look than only made him burst out laughing again.

“I’m sorry I’m sorry… I just cant take you seriously when you look like such a tomato!” His voice went an octave higher as he laughed at himself, the situation getting even worse for you when you heard Duffy join in too.

The boy was bloody lucky you couldn’t lift your arms right now, otherwise they’s almost certainly be attempting to ruin his pretty boy face.

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After a long day of shooting you and Tom were in one of the set buggies, being taken back to your trailers to change for the evening. There was a peaceful silence until Tom ruined it yet again.

“ Got any fancy plans for this evening then?”

“Well you know me, back to my lonely little old place and frozen pizza - so living the movie star life.”

“It’s a Friday! You not going out with your team or anything?” He sounded so bemused at your quiet plans, and mention of a ‘team’ had you cocking your head to the side.

“‘My team?’ Tom until I get my movie star pay check I can barely afford my pizzas, never mind a whole persons wage.” You were still only three weeks into filming and although you spent an hour every other morning sweating your ass off with Tom - apart from that you’d tried not to impose yourself on him too much. You didnt want to look clingy and naturally Tom always had a mountain of people vying for his attention - you would go to the back of a long line. So honestly, you were still a bit of a mystery to him, right now you’d both only scratched the surface on each other.

“Really? I know this is your first big job but I thought you’d have someone here?”

“Nah… I mean I’ve kinda clung to the Marty on the camera crew but he’s going to see family tonight sooo.”

“Come back to mine. I’ve swapped Harry for his twin Sam, which is a bit of an upgrade cos Sam’s a chef. He just arrived last night. I bet he can one up any pizza you were planning on.”

“Honestly I don’t want to impose, sorry I didnt mean for this to be a pity party or-“ The buggy slowed to a stop and Tom instantly vaulted out of it, standing right infront of you and blocking you exist off the back sofa. Both of you were still in costume, Tom in latex and you in your corset-esque two piece, but then both wrapped in matching long line black jackets supplied by set.

“No come on I’m serious… Sam’s dying to meet you and it’d be good to spend more time together. You know, cos of chemistry and all.” The last bit was a switch from his cool and smooth, normally easy going tone - into something a bit more… anxious? Just like that, before your brain even knew what it was doing, you agreed, smiling broadly and nodding.

So barely an hour later, you were knocking on the doors to Tom’s mansion-ish rented Atlanta home which was much much more grand than what the studio had arranged for you. Even though you were here most mornings, this time it felt different. Yeh it was stupid, but you can’t help the way you feel and you were stressed. For no real reason… just, just because.

Thankfully, it wasn’t awkward at all and you especially instantly hit it off with his younger brother Sam. Everything just felt easy and simple which meant so much more considering you’d felt so isolated an alone halfway across the world for your home comforts. Being British too, simply chatting to the two young men about your hometown and growing up was just so familiar, it really helped you feel less homesick. Naturally too, you’d fallen into a casual and friendly ribbing of Tom with Sam, making the three of you spend to majority of the evening cracking up (or in Tom’s case pouting at the abuse). It was a nice change from the two on one attack you got from Tom and Duffy that morning. You’d all cooked dinner together… well no, you and Tom had stood idly watching Sam cook an amazing chicken curry dish - which he promised to give you the recipe too. Honestly Sam felt like your long lost best friend, especially when it came to your shared ability to berate Tom for anything and everything.

About an hour ago Tom had stuck on the film, effectively shutting up you and Sam - thankfully for him since Sam was just about to get to some rather embarrassing stories of Tom as a kid. You and Tom were on the longer grey sofa; with Sam sat the other side of the coffee table in an impressively soft armchair - looking as though it was swallowing the lanky boy. The calm, the silence and the comfort was only going to go one way for you though. After your workout this morning, plus all the running and jumping during the shoot, after what had already been a pretty intense week, it was hardly surprising that you didn’t even notice yourself drifting off the sleep.

Who did notice though? Perhaps your brown haired costar who’d been stealing glances across to you ever since the movie had been put on? Because as much as he hated to admit it to himself, this didnt seem to be panning out as a normal job. A normal job is something you put your all into, for a couple weeks, and then leave with good memories and a good pay check. Yes, he had only known your for a matter of weeks or so but it already seemed to be unfathomable to cut ties with you. How would he go without your kind mannered abuse everyday? You were just refreshing, new and mysterious. And Tom was more than intrigued, his interest was peaked.

And it was stupid to feel like that…. Of course it was. You can’t fancy a colleague because things get complicated and awkward. Tom knew that.

Then why was he now delicately draping a blanket over your frame and smiling smally when you hummed in your sleep, in what seemed to be a show of appreciation for the layer of warmth?

Because you were his excited puppy of a costar who is giving everything she has for the job? Because he is worried and wants to look after you? Because he cares?

No matter why, in that moment you were contented and as was Tom. Oh and Sam?

Sam saw the tell tale signs in his brother. He saw the way Tom had been touching your arm or the small of your back just a little more than what would be considered normal while he’d been cooking. He’d seen the way Tom had been laughing purely because you had. His eldest brother never did anything rash, it was always a painfully slow process for everyone involved. But Sam thought this just might be the start of something. The start of a slow burn.

#tom holland #tom holland fluff #tom holland x reader #tomholland #Tom Holland angst #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x actress!reader #tom holland x you #sam holland

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