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bffsoobin · 4 years

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princeps caeli

➤ air prince!hueningkai x orphan!reader, royalty!au, historical!au, fluff, mild angst

↳ For as long as you could remember, you had been enamored with the sky and all the things it contained. When you find yourself leaving the home you grew up in, you rely more than ever on the comfort of the glimmering sky. Finding a home among the clouds you’d always admired seemed far from reality until you met Hueningkai.

Word Count: 7.9k

Warnings: reader is an orphan, so mentions of loss of parents/family, some self-doubt, brief mentions of homelessness and feeling alone

A/N: this is my contribution to the Five Princes collab with @soobmint @gyuluster @honeyju and @juunnies please be sure to keep an eye out for their contributions for the other members to be posted in the coming weeks! This was a super fun project and I’m so happy I got to be part of it! As always I have not proofread or edited this piece.

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“It’s almost noon, miss Y/N,” a small, timid voice chimed from somewhere behind you. The grass underneath your body was beginning to poke at the back of your neck, sticking between the thick strands of your hair and making your scalp itch. You were sure that the back of your pale pink day dress was being stained with a subtle green, but you couldn’t quite find it in your soul to care. After all, this was an undeniably big day.

Just this morning, you had woken up to a special loaf of your favorite bread cooling on the counter in the kitchen along with a handwritten note from the head lady of the house, Beatrice. The note was simple, with scrawling letters congratulating you on your eighteenth birthday.

Since you were an infant, you’d lived in the 4th Street Orphanage, cared for by Beatrice and the few staff members she was able to sustain employment for. It was the only life you’d ever known, as you never knew your parents apart from a single photograph salvaged from the house you were born in. There had never been a time in your life where you longed for family, as the other children living alongside you had been more than enough company, and the staff were never harsh like you heard they were at other orphanages.

But today, the life you had come to know and love within the walls of the homey orphanage was coming to an end. Now that you were eighteen, it was time for you to leave the home and made space for younger children to enter the home. The thought of leaving made your stomach lurch, but you knew that it was for the best. Beatrice had helped you secure a new living arrangement in the next town over, and your train was set to leave just after noon- hence the warning of time from the little boy.

You allowed yourself an extra moment to study the swirling skies above you. Large, puffy clouds were covering almost every inch of the blue sky; dancing and forming into new shapes with every pass of warm wind. It was one of the simplest pleasures in your life, to watch the sky shift and shake above you. The garden you laid in now had been your haven for as long as you could remember. Often you would drag a pillow and blanket out to the field and spend an entire day reveling in the breeze and the chirps of passing creatures. On several occasions throughout your youth, a uniquely beautiful butterfly who boasted silvery-blue wings with strong black markings had visited you in. It was unlike any butterfly you’d seen in the region before, but you admired it wholly every time it came around to your home. You couldn’t help but hope that it would flutter into your path again today before you had to go.

“Is she out in the garden again?” You heard a familiar, bellowing voice call from the open windows of the orphanage. It was surely Beatrice, growing anxious as the clock ticked closer to noon. All of your things had been packed before you went outside, but there was still a lingering desire for closure before you departed. Reluctantly, you hauled yourself off of the plush grass and brushed at your knees before wandering back toward the house.

Inside, all of the other children you lived with were gathered in the living room, engaged in various activities, and you were grateful that only a few of their gazes shifted to you. You were grateful for that, as the few stares you did catch made you feel an odd sense of guilt for leaving. A blush crept out from the collar of your dress, thankfully disguised by the sweltering heat of the day as the few members of the staff gave you tearful smiles.

The grandfather clock on the wall played its tinny, high pitched song to announce the arrival of noon. Upon hearing the sound, a group of children rose from their spots and came to hug you in turn. The ones old enough to understand your departure breathed messages of thanks and farewell, while the younger children toddled over and hugged at your legs simply because they’d seen others do it. Sometime during the shuffle, Beatrice had gone up to your room to collect your single suitcase of belongings and was now standing solemnly next to the front door.

“Dear, it’s time to get going...” she spoke softly, extending an age-worn hand toward you. She offered you the worn leather suitcase and you accepted it quickly; hugging the case to your chest protectively as you gave one last goodbye to the rest of the home.

Your short walk to the train station was mostly silent. Beatrice had never been one for small talk, and you were experiencing so many warring emotions that you wouldn’t have even known what to say if you could manage to open your mouth.

“Listen to me,” she said just as the bustle of people around the train station came into view. “When you arrive in town, you go straight to the Pharmacy as I told you. The woman who owns it is very old but very kind. I’ve known her for many years, and she’s looking for a new young soul to work at the shop, and she has a spare bedroom in the apartment above the place that she’s willing to give to you. I got a letter from her just last week that she was anticipating your arrival.”

Suddenly overwhelmed with the new direction of your life, a few tears began to gather around your lashes but you blinked them away. Your head felt hazy, stuffed full of cotton as you took mindless steps toward the train station. Of course, Beatrice noticed your state right away and cooed comfortingly in the way only a mother could.

“We’ll be just a train ride away, dear. And I do so wish you could simply stay in the home, but you must go on and live your own life...” her words dissipated as she dug through the deep pockets sewn into her dress, obviously searching for something. Finally she produced a simple burlap pouch that clinked with the telltale sound of coins. Your eyes widened at the idea of her carrying so much money with her for such a short trip, and then you realized that it was for you.

“Oh no, I can’t-” the old woman pushed the bag into your hands anyway, leaving no room for your protests. The bag was heavy in your hand, and a feeling of anxiety at having so many coins sprouted in your chest.

“I save for every child to give them something on the day they leave. That money is all yours. I don’t expect a single coin back, so don’t even try.” Beatrice’s words were firm as she led you onto the train platform. More and more people were gathering around, making it clear that the scheduled time for the train must have been drawing closer.

“Thank you,” you finally mustered just before the incoming train sounded its horn and began to slow on the tracks. You held both the suitcase and the pouch of coins tight to your body as Beatrice pulled you into one more bone-crushing hug, her thin frame melding into you without care for the objects between you. She smoothed down the back of your hair with a gentle pat, and before you knew it you were being pushed into the train by waves of travelers.

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The train ride to the next town over was rather quick, as you spent most of it worrying over locating the pharmacy and the old woman. As you left the train, still holding your suitcase and pouch of coins so close to your body that your arms had begun to ache, a warm breeze met you. Wind ghosted over your face, brushing at the curves of your face and pushing your hair away from the back of your neck. The push of the air against your skin calmed you enough to lead you away from the bodies pouring out of the train and toward your new home.

You faltered in your path once departing the train station, unsure which way to walk to come across the pharmacy. The thought of asking a passing citizen for help entered your mind and then quickly dissipated. If you were going to live here, you may as well begin to familiarize yourself with the layout now.

It was a sunny afternoon, bringing families out of their homes and shop owners onto their front sidewalks to tout their products and converse with passing customers. With the sun right above your head, the rays beating onto your scalp made you feel a bit dizzy, the air thick with humidity as it clung to your skin. A knot built in your stomach the more you wandered, eyeing up the town’s bank, biggest restaurant, a few small clothing shops, and a doctor’s office. The layout of the town was similar to your own, but the streets were bustling with well dressed families, and you suddenly felt insecure in your grass-stained hand me down dress. A particularly wealthy looking family brushed past you as you meandered closer to what you figured was the center of town. The older child sent you a snide look, eyes widening at the state of your tattered suitcase and dirty shoes.

A currently empty schoolhouse stood a few feet taller than the one in your hometown, a pair of children sitting on the concrete steps and tossing stones between their hands in some kind of game you didn’t recognize. They smiled as you passed, stopping their game just long enough to regard the stranger strolling through their town. Kiddy corner to the schoolhouse, you spotted the brick walled general store. Beams of sunlight broke over the ceiling of the building, blinding you momentarily as you approached it. With a hand over your eyes, you finally regained your vision at the same time you rounded the corner sidewalk of the store. Just to the left of you was a similarity built brick building, boasting painted block letters spelling “Pharmacy”. A surge of excitement sped through your body upon finding your destination. Hands shaking, you approached the ornate door and pulled, hearing the bell tinkle from above you.

The shop you entered was just as you had expected; tonic bottles and boxes of medication stacked onto oak shelves with handwritten price tags hanging below them. The red and white tiled floor below your feet was squeaky clean and shined underneath the bright lights hanging off the ceiling. As you approached the counter, you noticed that the building was seemingly empty.

“Hello?” You called, voice loud as a firework in the vacant building. There was a shuffling noise from somewhere behind the counter, then a groan, then the abrupt scrape of metal against tile. A small, quite frail looking woman bellied up to the counter. She wore tiny round spectacles that rested delicately on her dotted nose, and a flowery apron that tied loosely around her waist.

“What can I do for you?” She asked, hazarding you an odd glance as if she were trying to decipher if you were someone she knew and had simply forgotten. “Forgive me dear, but I don’t know your last name to retrieve your things...”

“Oh, that’s because I’m uh, from the 4th Street Orphanage. Beatrice told me that she had spoken to you about me?” Your fingers were slippery with sweat as you awaited her response. Her eyes lit up with recognition and then suddenly fell with a sigh.

“Oh yes, yes, I know of you, dear...it’s just, there’s an issue with the arrangement I had made with Beatrice. You see, my dear nephew has fallen into similar straights as you...no where to go, in need of a room...” A hot iron of anxiety drove straight through your chest at her words. You knew exactly where they were going.

“You see, family must come first, dear. And he’s already moved in.” One of her aged hands came up to adjust her glasses, the other laying across her chest apologetically as she gazed up at you.

“I see,” you nodded politely, holding back the anxious tears sprouting along your eyelashes. Where were you supposed to go now? You had no backup plan, and Beatrice surely hadn’t anticipated anything this horrible to go wrong. “Do you happen to know if there’s a hotel around?” You asked, voice wavering and clipped. The old woman nodded calmly, giving you simple directions that would lead you back the way you’d came and to the only lodging the town had to offer.

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Checking into the hotel was easy enough thanks to your newly acquired bag of coins. The owner of the place had shown you around, and now you were sat idly in your rented room. An old four posted oak bed with simple white sheets and two duck-feather stuffed pillows was about all the luxury you were afforded. A simple wardrobe, whose wood was chipped and scratched on the legs, held what little you had brought along in your suitcase. The only saving grace of the room was the two large windows and the thin white curtains that attempted to cover them. Strong beams of sunlight were criss-crossing the room, giving it an ethereal glow that almost made up for the lack of comfort. Right now, you had both windows wide open, allowing the heat and sounds of people conversing to flow in and out as it pleased. Your face was dry now, all of your tears having been shed on your short walk from the Pharmacy to the hotel. As you gazed out the window, you tipped your head up to the clear blue sky.

If only I could live up there; you thought. No money, no worries, no stress about what to eat in a day or when to wash your clothes. All you’d have to worry about up there was which cloud to lay on and what days it was going to rain. It was a silly, childish thought; but it helped calm you nonetheless. You hoped that if anyone was really living in the sky-perhaps like something in a fairytale book that had been donated to the orphanage when you were young- that they were happy, and felt as light and airy as they could.

The longer you stared out of the window, the more you became saddened at the thought that you were never going to be able to magically disappear into the clouds. It was beyond all logic.

After a while, your stomach growled in protest, inspiring you to make a cautious trip down to the kitchen of the hotel to inquire about when dinner would be served. Much to your joy, you had arrived only five minutes before the beginning of serving. The few other people living in the hotel greeted you kindly but made no attempt at further conversation. Perhaps they had noticed the status of your dress and decided that they didn’t have time to speak with someone in your state. The thought pulled at your heart strings, causing you to question if you’d ever be able to forge a life on your own.

Once the food was available, you ate quickly and quietly, barely registering the taste of the soup and buttered bread that had been on the menu. Your earlier interactions made you self conscious, and you wished for nothing more than to sink into the seat of the oak chair you sat upon. The night was still quite young by the time you’d washed up and gotten ready for bed, but as you had nowhere to be you allowed yourself an early bedtime. You lit a small candle next to your bedside; not for the light it provided, but simply for the comfort of the flickering flame.

Dusk had begun to creep into the summer sky as you got under the comforter of the bed. A faint purple haze colored the sky, the warm breeze still as strong as it had been the entire day. A part of you had forgotten that today was your 18th birthday. None of your birthdays had ever been extravagant, but today had come and gone so hecticly that you didn’t even have a chance to enjoy being an adult. A sting of upset rocketed through your veins and you allowed yourself to wallow in it for a moment; to feel bad for yourself and your situation and the fact that the only thing you got for your birthday was a goodbye to the only life you’d ever known.

You clamped your eyes tight against the world, trying to curb your anger at the world as best as you could. With your arm over your eyes you could almost convince yourself that everything was okay, that nothing had gone wrong when you arrived at town this afternoon and you weren’t dreadfully lonely.

Just as you were about to stand and look down upon the chattering streets, a loud creak resonated through the room. It was unlike the cream that came from the bed you laid on or the door to the room. It sounded much more akin to the sound that the panes of the windows had made when you first pushed them open a few hours ago. Suddenly sweating, you laid totally still, hoping that what or who ever was trying to enter your room would walk away peacefully.

Moments passed, and you heard no new noises. Surprising even yourself, you sat up quickly and fearlessly, opening your eyes in a flash to scan the room.

“Who are you?” You yelled and then immediately regretted. What awful last words, you thought. The creak had apparently been borne from the arrival of a man, who looked just about your age, propped casually on your windowsill. Even in the odd lighting you could tell he was handsome, the sharp cut of his jaw and delicate drop of his nose leading into the curve of his Cupid’s bow were illuminated by the candle you’d lit before. The sight of a man so perfect made your heartbeat kick into overdrive.

His dark brown hair was fluffy, curled and sticking up at points in a charmingly messy way. He was dressed in simple white clothing unlike anything you were used to seeing around your city. The shirt he wore was long-sleeved but thin, form fitting enough to allow you a hint of the smooth movement of his muscles. A few small white buttons were open at the neck, giving off a glimpse of glowing, warm skin. You were almost disappointed that you couldn’t see more of him from this angle, but you were also far too nervous to change the way you were sitting.

Oddly, there was no feeling of anxiety running through your veins anymore. Although this young man had blatantly broken into your room and was sitting unnervingly still at the window, you felt no traces of anxiety. Something about him seemed oddly familiar although you couldn’t place why. Obviously you would have remembered a presence such as his but you came up empty.

He stood from the windowsill now, making steps that somehow managed not to create a single sound as he approached the bed.

“I’m Hueningkai,” his voice was even and soothing, gentle to your ears. “I suppose you’re wondering why I’m here... and how I found you.” You swallowed the anxious lump in your throat and finally made eye contact with him. His eyes were shimmering, a hint of amusement winking from behind his dark irises.

“What do you mean? Do I know you?”

“Ah, not quite,” he gave a small shy smile. “I do know you, though, Y/N.” Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion but he continued speaking anyway. “I come from a place that exists just beyond the world you know. We simply call it the Five Kingdoms- one for every element known to humans. My family has ruled the Kingdom of Caeli for many eons. In fact I-“ he stopped to scratch at the back of his neck, cheeks going uncharacteristically rosy. “I am the prince of Caeli, and my father is in his final days. He sent me to find you.”

Your head spun. This had to be some kind of trick, a clever rouse to lure you into some kind of danger. But you couldn’t shake the fact that Hueningkai seemed familiar; warm and believable in his words. It was really no shock to you that another world behind your own existed. In fact, the idea of escaping the world as you know it was exhilarating.

“What is Caeli- if you don’t mind my asking. It’s not an element that I find familiar.” A blush crept along the apples of your cheeks at asking such a daft question. Hueningkai allowed an easy smile that scrunched up the fat of his cheeks charmingly.

“It means air.” He answered simply before waiting as if to see if you had any further questions.

“What did you mean that your father sent you to find me? Surely there’s no way he knows who I am. I’ve never heard of you, after all. And I don’t live a very extraordinary life,” you chucked a little as you glanced around the hotel room that seemed even more drab with Hueningkai inside of it.

“You see, as a kingdom we have many prophesies, all of which are sacred guiding principles to the actions of our people. In fact all five kingdoms have these, but right now the ones of my people are most important. For many generations the men of my family have been carrying the information of a certain prophecy that tells the story of a young girl from earth visiting Caeli. She is supposed to be kind, quaint...” he trailed off for a moment, ghosting his eyes over your figure. “And her parents are to have been from Caeli as well. She is meant to return to the Kingdom and help us fulfill her prophecy.”

You nodded despite the knot forming between your eyebrows. He was certainly insinuating that the girl from the prophecy was supposed to be you, hence why you had found him here. And you wished nothing more than to believe him, but there was one massive problem.

“Well, my parents are-”

“Passed away, yes. I never knew them but my mother and father did. You and I were born in the same year but your parents left shortly before your birth to experience life on Earth. It’s a bit embarrassing to admit, but ever since I first heard the prophecy I wanted to meet you. Not only am I fascinated by Earth but the idea that my-” he stopped himself short, reddening again before clearing his throat. “Essentially, I’m here to collect you as the prophecy indicates. Of course, if you truly do wish to stay here...” he skimmed the surroundings with a skeptical eye. You figured that whatever royal quarters he came from was much grander than this. “I will not force you to come along.”

“I-hold on,” you finally moved from the spot on the bed you’d been somewhat rooted to to rummage through your suitcase. In the single pocket sewn into the lining you had stashed the only photo you’d ever seen of your parents.

“Here,” you offered the photo to Hueningkai with shaky hands. He picked up the weathered film and carefully scrutinized it. “Do you...recognize them? I know you said you never knew them but I just-”

“No, no. This is them. Your parents. In the castle we keep a detailed record of everyone who has lived in Caeli, and I’ve certainly seen their faces.” A surge of excitement bolted through you at the confirmation and it was enough to make up your mind about leaving. If this place was truly where your parents had been from, there was no way you couldn’t explore it given the chance. Decisively you began to fold your clothing back into your suitcase, blushing slightly at the thought of Hueningkai watching you.

“So I take it you’re coming back with me?” He giggled a bit as you zipped the suitcase with fervor. When you whirled around again, clutching the cracking leather case, you saw that his eyes were sparkling, lips upturned in a gentle smirk.

“Oh yes, yes I’m coming with you. Uh, lead the way?”

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The walk from your hotel room to the inconspicuous patch of tall grass that Hueningkai led you to was brisk. He kept an amazingly quick gait, breezing by all of the curious looks the two of you received as you breezed through town.

Now, the moon shone high above your bodies in the field, clearly illuminating the grass brushing against your knees. Hueningkai waved you forward through the grass patch and into the gradually thickening trees. The scent of dirt and leaves invaded your nose as you walked to an unknown location. At a seemingly random tree Hueningkai stopped and looked back at you.

“Take a step back, just in case,” he warned kindly the corners of his eyes scrunching. You did as you were told as he began to mutter something that you didn’t quite catch in time to comprehend. Right before your eyes the simple tree shifted, doubling in width and opening forward like a swinging door. Inside of it laid a beautiful wooden staircase that gleamed in the setting light of the sun. It seemed to go on forever, stretching upwards in an infinite fashion to a nondescript white light. Hueningkai took the first step easily before turning to look at you over his shoulder, encouraging you with a nod of his head.

You suddenly felt hyper aware of your body, the beating of your heart loud in your ears and the tingling of your fingers feeling like sparks of lightning. Goosebumps rose all across your skin as the two of you ascended the stairs, approaching closer and closer to the white light at the top. It had become so blinding that you had to squint your eyes closed and hope that your feet didn’t miss a step on the way up.

A few moments after shutting your eyes you felt a shift in the ground below you. It felt much softer than the solid wood of the stairs, and you could even sense that the scent lingering in the air had changed into something you could only describe as pure. Hueningkai laid a gentle, steady hand on your shoulder.

“We’re here,” you could hear the smile on his face before you even opened your eyes. You instantly became grateful for that, as the sight presented in front of you captured all of your attention. The soft ground that you’d felt before was evidently a literal cloud; fluffy and white and cushioning the soles of your feet with the most luxurious feeling you’d ever experienced. A few feet ahead, you could see the beginnings of a town like the one you knew on Earth, except the buildings were all made of a beautiful white-gray material that appeared almost like marble. What you could see from there was built grandly, tall and wide and intricate in their structure. Everything was blanketed in the same hazy glow of the sunset that you were admiring just minutes before.

Hueningkai let you marvel for a moment before he gently urged you along with a hand on your lower back. The pair of you walked past many citizens of Caeli, whom nodded or bowed politely at the sight of their prince. The thought made your face flush. Here you were- a simple, orphaned girl who until just minutes ago was helpless- flanked by the handsome and dignified prince of Caeli. You caught the eyes of a few people before shying away, noting the confusion poorly hidden behind their polite smiles. Hueningkai was immune to it all; waving kindly as he led you through the soft terrain.

Finally his footsteps slowed at the presence of large gates and grey brick walls. Clouds gathered around the fence the same way that grass bunched around walls, reminding you for a moment of being back at the orphanage and laying in the garden for hours. The gates opened instantly, revealing the castle behind them in all its glory. It was sparkling in a way that was surely magical, every single brick and window glimmering down at you bathed in the warm orangey-pink glow of sunset. Clouds gathered tightly around the base of this building too, creeping slightly up the side of the turrets the same way ivy would.

Guards dressed in shiny silver armor accompanied by similarly dressed horses. Upon seeing Hueningkai approaching they stood at salute, one frantically pulling at the chain which pulled open the gate to the main entrance. Your face grew ever hotter as you stepped inside of the castle, instantly greeted by ornate marble on every single wall. The floor beneath you was made of the same material but swirling in alternate colors of blue, black and white. In the middle of the room was a large staircase that wound upwards in two separate directions. It was obvious that the room extended back underneath the staircase too, and that was the direction in which Hueningkai lead you toward. His shoes clicked off of the marble pleasantly while yours seemed to do nothing but slide noiselessly against it.

You’d never felt more unconscious of your clothing, as you knew for a fact that the dress you were wearing right now had a clearly stitched together tear somewhere around the left shoulder. In the brighter lighting of the castle you could tell that Hueningkai’s clothing was expensive and carefully crafted. When he finally stopped walking it was at the door of what was obviously a throne room, as two large thrones covered in velvet blue coverings were sitting at the front of the room, slightly elevated above the smooth flooring. A large portrait framed in silver hung on the wall to the left of the thrones, depicting Hueningkai’s family but several years younger, as evidenced by the boyish shape of his face within the frame.

It seemed to you that there was no one within the room, but a voice suddenly sounded from a corner you couldn’t see. It was light and airy, obviously belonging to a woman. You heard the clink of heels against marble before a short, thin woman with graying hairs and a face scrunched in worry appeared right in front of the two of you. Instinctively you tried to hide behind Hueningkai’s taller frame before she could spot you but you could tell that your attempt was unsuccessful as soon as she let out a surprised squeal.

“Oh, you’ve found her! And convinced her to come! Oh, honey, your father will be so happy to see you both,” she grabbed his hands jovially and you quickly gathered that she was his mother. Reluctantly you stepped away from the cover of his body, brushing your arm against his own in your haste. Her face melted instantly upon seeing you fully.

“Oh, hello Y/N! We are so happy to have you back after all this time. Come on, you two,” she grasped your hand in her pleasantly warm one and lead you back the way you’d come. Hueningkai kept up behind the two of you, snickering under his breath when you turned your head back to give him a pleading stare. He simply shrugged at his mothers actions as you made it to the top of the marble steps. Down one more winding hallway you traveled, nodding politely at everything Hueningkai’s mother told you until you reached another grand wooden door that was guarded by another armored guard. He moved away immediately and bent into a bow.

The inside of this room was considerably darker although still covered in the same blue and silver that seemed to have been the running theme of the castle. In the middle laid a large four poster bed with a man laid in the middle. He was obviously sick-large purple bags were under his eyes and a cloth laid across his forehead. His eyes were closed as you entered the room, and they didn’t open until Hueningkai’s mother gently shook him. You had noticed that Hueningkai was standing extremely rigid next to you. His eyes were glossed in a layer of unshed tears at the sight of his father in his sickbed.

“Hello, son,” the man said weakly. Hueningkai stepped forward then to sit gingerly at the foot of the bed. In the short time you’d known him he had seemed nothing short of royal and composed, but in this very moment he looked like a child who’d just woken from a nightmare. He conversed quietly with his father before turning his angular face toward you. An awed look crossed his face for a second before he schooled it back to normal and beckoned you forward with a smile. Unable to resist it, you carefully treaded closer to the bed and stood beside Hueningkai. His father smiled to the best of his ability.

“Welcome back to Caeli, dear. I’m sure you’ve been filled in fairly well-” he paused to take a deep, shaky breath. “ We have waited many years after the news about your parents for the day you could come back. I couldn’t be happier to finally have you here and to see you alongside my son. The two of you are going to be such a lovely couple, don’t you think, dear?” Your eyes widened to the size of dinner plates and suddenly your mouth had gone dry. Surely the old man was going crazy from his sickness, surely he hadn’t just said that...

“Oh, I couldn’t agree more. She looks so much like her mother, doesn’t she? I should look for those pictures of us together, don’t you think?” Hueningkai’s mother enthused as she moved about the room, opening the drawers of a dresser with fervor.

You were still reeling at the idea of you and Hueningkai becoming a couple, as it was the first you’d heard of it. Meekly you turned your head to the boy in question to see that his cheeks were as rosy as you assumed they could get, head slightly bowed as he tried to avoid your gaze. Part of you wanted to question him immediately, put him on the spot in front of his parents and figure out why he had decided to neglect that fairly large piece of information.

But one glance at the content smile on his fathers face and the way his mother was chattering excitedly stopped the words in your throat.

“I- we should go, uh, look at the prophecy, I’m sure she’s curious,” Hueningkai stuttered, suddenly springing up from the bed and bumping into you in the process. Both of his parents stopped their actions and regarded the two of you before nodding their approval. He grabbed blindly for your hand for a moment before lacing his fingers between yours. His palm was just as clammy as your own and the thought calmed you a bit as you sped out of the room. Neither of you spoke as he led you back the way you’d came, passing by the wide staircase and leading you down another lengthy hallway.

The room you found yourself in this time was not guarded but was obviously important. Dim lighting illuminated what looked a bit like a library with shelves filled with thickly bound leather books. Hueningkai dropped your hand finally and you saw his shoulders heave as he took a deep breath before turning to face you. His cheeks were still slightly rosy, having only toned down a bit during travel.

“I’m so sorry they brought that up,” he rushed out. “I didn’t tell you about that part of the prophecy because-well, I figured it would scare you away. I told them before I left not to force it on you, that you’d already be in enough shock about the whole thing- and I wasn’t sure if you’d have someone on earth or even like me so I just-”

“Hueningkai,” you finally tried to get a word in edgewise and he looked stunned that you already had something to say. “I’m not upset with you. Or your parents, really. I-I don’t mind the idea of-” you stopped, frustration bubbling in your gut as you tried to string the right words together. “I think you’re quite handsome.”

His Adam’s apple bobbed wildly in his throat for a second before a wide grin began to split his face. The rosiness in his cheeks seemed to have dissipated at your words and instead a satisfied glow shone on his face. Coolly, he brushed a hand through his hair and exposed even more of his exceptionally smooth skin. You hadn’t been lying. He was easily the most attractive person you’d ever met, and there was no denying the allure of his handsome features especially here in the cozy, dimly lit room. The stare he had leveled on you was steady, unwavering as he roamed a path from your eyes, down to your lips, even further down to your body, and then back up to your eyes. Suddenly shy, you drew in on yourself, tucking your hands underneath your armpits and looking away.

“Well, it just so happens that I find you quite beautiful as well,” he spoke cheekily as his gentle fingertips traced their way across your left shoulder before resting at the apex of your neck. The warmth radiating from his hand made you smile, loosening your hold on yourself until your arms fell at your sides. Shamelessly, you stared right back at him; examining the pink petals of his lips and the honey rich tone of his skin. All time seemed to have stopped as the two of you stood and watched one another, breathing in sync. For a fleeting moment you wondered if he was feeling the same rush of nervous adrenaline to kiss you as you were feeling for him.

Despite your experience with anything romantic, your body was screaming out to feel him closer to you, to feel the soft glide of his lips against yours or the way he would hold you tightly against his chest-

“Come on,” he giggled, and you suddenly realized that he must have been speaking to you while you daydreamed. Your eyes widened apologetically as you finally got your feet to move after his own. Off of a shelf so high that even he had to rise onto his tippytoes to reach it, Hueningkai produced a thick book bound in gray leather. He dusted off the cover and propped the book open in his hands. It was unlike anything you’d ever seen before. The words were written in a glimmering silver ink that almost jumped off the page as you read it, and almost every paragraph was accompanied by a large, extremely detailed illustration. Hueningkai seemed to know exactly where to find what he was looking for, as he whipped through several pages before finally settling on what appeared to be the start of a new story.

The title page boasted mostly words that you didn’t understand due to the fact that you hadn’t been given much practice in reading beyond basic words. Luckily Hueningkai was too busy to catch the embarrassed flush growing from the collar of your dress to the top of your forehead.

“This is your prophecy, look!” He shoved the book toward you and you caught it with unsure hands, looking down at the first illustrations which depicted the birth of a baby and then an image of the same child having grown into a young girl. You flipped to the next page and recognized something immediately.

“That butterfly,” you jabbed a fingernail toward the page excitedly. “I’ve seen it before- its come into the garden at the orphanage so many times-” Hueningkai laughed shyly, rubbing a hand over his eyes.

“That’s because I sent it down to you. For a while I didn’t have the ability to visit earth, and I was always jealous of not being able to check on you when your prophecy seemed so important-” he stopped to scratch the back of his neck and you realized he must be alluding to the prophesied relationship. “So my father suggested I send a butterfly down to report back.”

The thought made your heart swell. For a moment you imagined a younger Hueningkai bargaining with the beautiful and unique butterfly to keep an eye on you and report back to him.

“Must have been some boring reports,” you joked as you turned to the next page to see an image which depicted you entering Caeli.

“Oh, no, never! I loved learning about you. The butterfly was quite secretive at first, but before long it easily spilled everything to me. That was how I knew where to find you tonight.”

It had to have been true, as you recalled seeing the butterfly resting on the windowsill of your bedroom as you packed up your belongings to move.

The next page you flipped to had to be one of the last, as it showed the image of a girl being embraced by a royal family, wedding gown and veil firmly in place. You swallowed the lump in your throat and gingerly took in the next image which depicted the man and woman sitting in the same thrones you’d seen before, wearing elegant crowns and smiling down at a room full of citizens. Surely the words afforded more information but you didn’t bother with trying to understand them.

Hueningkai took back the book and returned it to its shelf.

“Now that you’ve seen the...ending,” he cringed at his own words, “I hope you understand why my parents brought it up. They’ve been waiting for this moment since I was born. I had been told this story so many times, but when I realized the prince destined to be married to the girl from earth-you- was actually me? I-I couldn’t wait to meet you. It surely is a shame that your parents passed away so young and you ended up in the orphanage.”

Your face must have turned sour because he instantly recoiled, doubling back on his words.

“Oh! No, I don’t mean that you’re lesser- I just mean that we could have met sooner had your parents lived. I couldn’t care less where you’ve lived the last eighteen years,” he whispered, sensing the fallen edges of your face. “Truly, you are just as wonderful to me in hand me down clothes as you would be in the finest silks. The most important thing is that you’re finally here, and I can learn about you without the help of an insect. I hope you stay for a while.”

You let out a laugh and his shoulders sagged with relief. With a surge of unfounded confidence you wrapped your arms tightly around his midsection, pressing your face flat against his broad chest and muttering;

“I’m glad we finally met, too, Hueningkai. And I won’t be going anywhere.”

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“Y/N? Are you in here?” Hueningkai called as he walked into what had become your bedroom when you arrived. He was dressed in his finest suit, a light blue jacket with matching trousers layered over a white button up with ruffles around the collar. His hair was styled away from his face, boasting all of his strong features for anyone to see. For once your clothing matched his own; a flowing light blue dress with layers of fluff at the skirt that made it hard to sit down. Thankfully you had been allowed to forgo the corset, but the top of your dress was still comfortably snug around your stomach and chest. For the first time in your life you were wearing a small bit of makeup and an updo as well as a pair of small heels.

Today was the day you were to finally be introduced to the people of Caeli. Ever since your arrival you had been squirreled away in the castle- not that you were complaining- and had become a distant memory to the few citizens who had seen you arrive weeks ago. In that time, Hueningkai’s father had recovered from whatever sickness had ailed him when you came, and most citizens were too overjoyed with that news to bother worrying about you.

But now you had to worry about them. Hueningkai’s mother had been kind enough to tell you stories about your parents and teach you the basic customs of Caeli without ever pushing you to change who you were. She laughed at your jokes and the way you scarfed down whatever food was put in front of you and never once suggested that you fix your etiquette.

“What if they don’t like me?” You asked as soon as Hueningkai was within your line of sight. A feeling of dread had been bubbling in your stomach since yesterday morning and was the cause of your sleepless night. “I mean I’m just...a random stranger that waltzed in and is now living in the castle...what if someone has a crush on you and they hate me for being real?” You gasped at the thought of some scorned teenage girl hurling a shoe toward your head as you were presented.

Hueningkai sighed. “They will love you, Y/N. The entire kingdom has been awaiting your arrival, for the prophecy to be fulfilled. You are kind, and smart and understanding and beautiful. And if they don’t like you then too bad. I like you, and that’s all that matters. None of them would dare to go against the word of the Prince.”

Your heart hammered wildly against your ribs at his words. There was no denying that you’d grown closer and closer to him as you spent so much time around the castle. The small kindling of a crush you’d had on him when you first met had turned into a raging fire of infatuation.

He brought a hand up to your face and gently cupped your flushed cheek. Instinctively you nuzzled in closer, relishing in the feeling of his touch. “You are still the most wonderful girl I’ve ever laid eyes on. And if my kingdom fails to notice that, then they’re at fault.” His voice had barely come above a whisper but it sent a noticeable chill down your spine. Hueningkai drifted his thumb over your bottom lip gently, rubbing at the bitten flesh there. Your eyelids fluttered quickly, trying to keep focus on his face as he inched closer.

“Can I kiss you?” He finally murmured. You nodded and mumbled a rushed yes before you could even comprehend the movement. Your body was buzzing as if it were filled with bees, but you kept your lidded eyes focused on him as he descended. Before you knew it he had attached his lips to your own and they were just as soft and supple as you always imagined. He was clearly testing the waters with a small peck, but it left you yearning for more as you captured him in a passionate kiss that had your fingers curling into the nape of his neck.

“That was,” he finally spoke again, wiping at his now swollen lips with the back of his hand. Your chests were both heaving with the unbridled adrenaline you had just experienced. A feeling of warmth, one that had become so common around Hueningkai that you barely registered it, rippled through your body and calmed your frayed nerves. Hueningkai grabbed your hand firmly, fingers curling between yours in a perfect fit of palms, and lead you out of your room toward the front gate of the castle. A new, unknown chapter of your young life was just beginning in the one place you never thought possible, but the one thing you were sure of was that Hueningkai would always be by your side.

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re: hanahaki au, what if xander used to have hanahaki for his old retainers? Not necessarily in a romantic way, more of a "i'm grieving but also mad repressed about it because i am the Crown Prince and I am supposed to be above that/be the functional one" so he had it removed eventually since he couldn't afford an actual mourning period under garon.

Suggesting this mostly because I think it'd be interesting to have parallels between Xander "I purposely forgot most about my old retainers" and hanahaki Laslow "Milord, if I forget about my mother, about my family, about my old friends- where will they go? I'm the only one left who can remember them."

(prev ask) I'm haunted by this ask for 2 reasons.

1. So much of Xander's implied character growth comes from the death of his previous retainers. One of his biggest fears, next to losing his family, is that he will not be strong enough to protect those he cares about. He is afraid of losing Peri and Laslow like he lost his last two retainers, and he does not want them to sacrifice themselves for him needlessly. Xander was also more brash as a younger man; his Warriors support with Takumi states that he wandered into the woods to fight Faceless/test his strength and ended up lost because of it. Even though he probably did some growing after this and other events, I imagine that the loss of his previous retainers really contributed to Xander's serious personality and dedication to protecting others responsibly. What is Xander like without the emotion tied to these memories? Or does the whole memory have to go altogether? How can you honor someone you don't remember? Is it enough to know you were mourning them until you had to be surgically stopped? Can you even relate to that person you were as a mourner? What have you lost besides these two people? Can you feel distantly sad for these strangers who protected you or are you guilty because you don't feel sad at all? Do you have to be reminded that these people died for you? Do you remember them emotionlessly or even at all? What do you do with that? What do you do with yourself?

2. "Milord, if I forget about my mother, about my family, about my old friends- where will they go? I'm the only one left who can remember them."

The idea that you are a walking testament to people who cannot be remembered any other way. You are a living legacy. If you die before you have the chance to impart these memories onto your child or someone else, is it like they're dying again too? How much of what you carry is you and how much of it is them? How much of your refusal to be rid of these memories is obligation, and how much is it you not knowing what you'd be without them? Happiness and guilt and obligation and sorrow and growth are too knotted together to untangle now, even under a doctor's scalpel.

#my text #asks #fe14 #queue #hanahaki disease #very good quotes anon #very busy this week so that's why asks have been slow #thanks for waiting!

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I posted 2,182 times in 2021

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My Top Posts in 2021

DC AU - Quackity/Reader/Punz - Prologue - The Good Doctor

TW- Toxic relationship, mild mentions of torture, guns, manipulation, a literal insane asylum

Word count- 700 words, it's short because it's the prologue, chapter one will be quite a bit longer

Sorry for the wait beloveds.

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Third Person POV

Doctor (Y/N) (L/N). One of the best psychiatrists at Arkham Asylum. And, unfortunately for her, one of the most naïve. One pudding cup and a handful of compliments from a one Alex Quackity, otherwise known as the Joker, and she was putty in his hands. Poor (Y/N).

She sat calmly in her office, with the infamous Clown Prince of Crime in a straight jacket across from her. He smiled sweetly at her and she smiled back. He looked around for a moment before leaning towards her and lower his voice so the guard outside the door wouldn't hear.

"Doc, you'd do anything for me right?" he asked quietly, locking eyes with the female. The corners of his lips turned down slightly, as though he had doubts. The girl nodded instantly, leaning forward.

"Anything, Mistah J. I promise." she said. This earned her a smile from the man and a low chuckle. He tilted his head upwards slightly. He let out a breath, like he was scared to ask for what he was about to request.

"I need a machine gun." he said, as though it were a simple thing. The girl froze slightly, blinking, repeating his words quietly. A machine gun? Was he planning to break out? She bit her lip before nodding. She could get him that. She would get him that.

Reader's POV

It was a few days after his request that I got Quackity what he'd asked me to get when the break out happened. I knew full well what I was doing when I gave him that gun. I knew it would mean him, and possibly other inmates, like Poison Oak and the Riddler, escaping. But nothing could have prepared me for his plans for me.

When I first heard the gunshots I smiled, knowing his plan was succeeding. But then when my office door was practically blown off it's hinges by a short brunette with a fierce glint in her orange eyes, well, can you blame me for being scared? Her eyes locked onto me and she moved further into the room and, behind her, a cocky grin on his face, was the Joker.

He held his arms out, laughing softly. "(Y/N), baby! Thank you, so so much, for your..." he pauses and lets out a noncommittal grunt "Contribution to my escape."

He strides over to me, grabbing my face roughly, smiling at me in a patronizing manner. "You've been so good for me. So... Loyal. You helped set me free... Why don't I return the favor?" he says before descending into chaotic laughter.

I can tell, just from the way he's laughing and the smirk on the brunette's face, whose eyes I could've sworn weren't blue a minute ago, that his idea of setting me free... I won't enjoy at all. And oh god, how right I was.

Next thing I know the short brunette is roughly strapping me to a table and shoving a belt in my mouth while Quackity is preparing some type of machine.

The next few hours are a blur. I vaguely remember asking him if he was going to kill me. He said he wasn't going to kill me, just hurt me. And hurt me he did. He used that machine to inflict unbearable pain on me for hours.

I can hear him laughing, saying things I can't process and making the brunette laugh. Everything starts to fade out, the world going black.

When I eventually come to, we're not at Arkham anymore. The brunette is gone and it's just me and Quackity. He grins brightly when he sees I'm awake. He moves over to me in quick strides, pulling me to my feet.

When I look around, I see we're on a platform, above vats of chemicals. The same chemicals, I assume, that made Quackity the way he is now.

He's talking to me, asking me questions, I don't... I can't process anything... He's asking if I'd die for him. "Yes." I say softly, blinking at him. He sighs "No no, that's too easy, would you.. live for me?" he asks and I repeat my previous answer.

And that's when he pushes me into the chemicals and everything goes black.

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106 notes • Posted 2021-07-16 03:50:24 GMT

Time for a simpbur thought ive been having.

Simpbur is just, this "sweet" guy you work with at the office/fast food place/other job, imma write this blurb using fast food cause that's my job.

So, of course he's been there longer than you, Wil is a manager and, guess what, He's in charge of the schedules. The first time he sees you, he's instantly in love. He can't help but think about what you look like under that uniform. Damn health regulations for making them so conservative.

Anyways, he finds out your name and essentially takes you under his wing, showing you how to work the register, take orders and use the fryers and grills.

Always finding an excuse to touch you casually. Say to move past you or to get your attention. You don't mind, of course. He's very handsome and has been so sweet.

Your schedule starts slowly changing until you have the same shifts as him. Eventually, you decide you know him well enough and he gives you rides to and from work which slowly evolves into a out of work friendship where he'll come to your house and you'll go to his.

Of course, you never find the cameras he installs around the house, and if you do, its only one or two, not all of them. And you have no reason to suspect the sweet, kind man who's made your job so enjoyable.

Idk, I like this cause there's a power element here.

157 notes • Posted 2021-09-10 13:48:37 GMT

At First Glance: Simpbur x Reader - Masterlist

Wilbur loved you from the moment he first tuned into one of your streams. He took one look and he knew, he had to have you. So, he did what any internet simp would, donated large sums of cash, stalked your socials. He even uprooted his entire life, switching schools and towns to be close to you, in hopes he might run into you.

Everything though, proved in vain when he couldn't seem to make contact despite his efforts. Or so he thought. One day, while out getting groceries, after losing hope, he bumps into you, literally.

At first glance, you get the strangest vibe from him. He's observant and a bit fluttery, like he'll run off an second but also... Something you can't identify. Something darker, something that piques your interest to the point that you decide to pursue a friendship with the stranger in hopes of discovering what it is.

Not at all according to Wilbur's plan, of course. This was not how he had planned to get close to you.

CHAPTERS -

01 - A Regular Tuesday

02 - Beyond Power Of Speech - Coming Soon!

warnings: simpbur being like the creepiest dude, stalker behavior, simpbur x y/n, extreme slow burn, eventual smut, suggestive themes, surveillance cameras(because is it really simpbur without them?), a little bit of gaslighty behavior from simpbur, college au, simpbur is socially inept, anxiety attacks

taglist: @toiletwipes, @struggling-with-time, @thesuperdupernova, @lurkey-lurker, @reallydecaffeinatedcat, @primsi, @ghostburlovebot, @victreu, @serenitylolz, @boiled-onionrings

the taglist is open atm!

also, @/toiletwipes inspired me to write this so the layout is similar to theirs as a tribute :)

254 notes • Posted 2021-09-08 05:08:55 GMT

A Regular Tuesday - At First Glance 01

warnings: Simpbur being creepy, mentions of anxiety, Simpbur having really sexual daydreams

He'd done everything. Everything he could think of except outright kidnapping you. He'd donated hundreds of dollars to your streams. He'd switched schools, slowly changed his schedule around so he was either in your class or in one next to it. He'd uprooted his whole life, to be close to you, and nothing he was doing had worked.

To say the tall male had given up hope was an understatement. He'd all but completely given up. He'd been debating all morning if coming out here had been a mistake, a desperate move on his part to be near you. To make you love him.

And, he'd failed. All his planning, for nothing. He couldn't find the courage to approach you. Not even just to walk past you. Every time he saw you he'd duck around the corner and watch you walk away or talk to a friend. He was pathetic.

He hated himself, refused to leave his dorm for days. He'd sat at his desk for hours at a time, watching your past streams, looking at the way your eyes sparkled as you giggled at the things chat said.

He watched the way you froze whenever he donated, his username, Lovejoy, spilling past your lips with a smile and between 6 and 13 thank you's. You were so beautiful when you were in shock.

So beautiful, thanking him, telling him you appreciated him. And yet, he couldn't have it to himself. God, and the moments where you'd beg a friend in a game for something, or not to kill you? Fuck how he wished you'd beg him. Beg for him.

He could picture you under him, tears in your pretty eyes as he hovered over you, begging him softly to fuck you. But no. Every time he got within ten feet of you he got panicky. His breathing speeding up until it was too fast for him to really be getting oxygen. He'd see you and his anxiety would sky rocket, bringing him so close to an attack.

And, that was what eventually brought him here, to today. Walking through the grocery store, his basket on one arm as he absent mindedly stocked up on TV dinners and snack foods he often saw you eating on campus. But he never could have guessed what came next.

A small, soft body crashed into him and he froze, staggering back. His eyes darted around for a moment before landing on the one who'd knocked into him. Oh god. Oh fuck. It was you. His eyes locked onto you and he found himself momentarily unable to speak. Until, that is, you opened your own mouth.

"I am SO sorry- I wasn't looking where I was going, how stupid of me, I know! Are you alright?" you spoke, the words spilling from your mouth in the familiar word vomit he'd noticed from when you'd get nervous on stream. He gave you a reassuring smile, shaking his head.

"I'm fine, don't worry about it." he said, surprisingly calm. He stood up a bit straighter, giving you a once over. Checking you out up close disguised as seeing if you were hurt. "Are you alright?" he asked.

You smiled a bit, waving him off. "I'm fine, I've bumped into walls and that didn't phase me." you joked. You looked at him a moment longer before something finally clicked. This tall fucker was in at least four of your classes. "You're... Wilbur, right? We have some classes together, don't we?"

His heart nearly stopped right then. Not only were you speaking to him, but you knew his name. Recognized his face. This wasn't at all according to plan, but maybe it was better? God he could hang out with you naturally now. Now it wouldn't be him forcing his way into your life!

"Hello? Anyone home up there?" your voice cut through his thoughts and he looked at you. He blushed fidgeting a bit. "Uh, yeah, I'm Wilbur... You're (y/n)... Right?" he replied, finally.

You gave the awkward boy a nod, smiling at him. God that smile, that fucking smile. All he wanted was to see that fucking smile before he wiped it off your face, bringing you to tears of overstimulation instead, fucking go-

"Wil?" your voice again, saying his name, cut through his thoughts a second time. He looked at you, blinking. "I- Uh, yeah?" he said, choking on his words slightly.

"I should get going, but we should hang out sometime. You're weird, but that's cool." you said, holding out your phone, unlocked and set for him to put in his number for you. God you were so trusting and sweet. He quickly put in his number and name, texting himself quickly before handing back your phone.

You smiled at him, waving a bit before heading off into the store to finish your shopping.

Though, that didn't stop him from following you home, discreetly, of course. Always careful not to get caught. Once he made sure you were safe, he went to his apartment and spent the rest of the night staring at his phone.

His phone that had your number in it.

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taglist: @toiletwipes, @struggling-with-time, @thesuperdupernova, @lurkey-lurker, @reallydecaffeinatedcat, @primsi

264 notes • Posted 2021-09-23 03:49:34 GMT

So, this was originally a request for my good buddy @nsfw-giz that I took over for them :)

Karl Jacobs - Slash Jay

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CW: light smut, choking, somewhat subby Karl

Word count: 637, this feels like more of a drabble really

Proof read?: no because i'm tired

A/N: I do hope this is satisfactory, I write for Karl a lot in Google Docs but never post it because I feel I don't write him very well, but I really liked this request and wanted to try my hand at it. Thanks again Giz for the opportunity to get rid of some writer's block. <3

The two of you had been dating for almost a year now. Thanks to Karl joining the Dream SMP shortly after you did, and the two of you hitting it off so well. Karl always winning your Love or Hosts and vice versa. So it was no big surprise when you revealed your flirting wasn't a bit and you were actually dating.

It started as a joke, really. Karl constantly making little jokes about people choking him. Sometimes it was him quoting Corpse, other times it was him straight up telling people to choke him, as a joke of course. He never expected himself to be in bed, both of you half naked in just your shirts with you on top of him while he contemplated asking you to do it.

You were both already close to your climaxes but Karl couldn't help himself. He wanted you to choke him. And it wasn't a joke this time.

The fidgety male looked up at you, his iridescent eyes showing just how hesitant he was to speak up. He was dragging his fingers over your waist, drawing patterns into your skin. You looked at him, tilting your head in curiosity. You watched as he opened his mouth, then closed it again, as if debating with himself one last time if he wanted to go there.

"Is everything okay, bubs?" you ask him softly, ceasing the rolling motion of your hips to cup his cheek with your hand. He nods, leaning into your touch for a moment before taking a breath. He sighed softly, putting his hand over yours.

"Well, I was just... (Y/n), could you choke me?" he asked you hesitantly, and you froze. Sure, you'd thought about it. Especially since he made so many jokes about it. But you'd never really expected him to seriously ask you to do it.

You give him a small nod and slowly move your hand up to his throat, applying gently pressure. The sound Karl let out was music to your ears. Your face flushed almost as red as his and you applied a bit more pressure as you gently rolled your hips, earning another strangled moan from the fluffy haired man.

"(Y/n) please- Please, please." he begged softly. It wasn't really necessary, as you weren't actually denying him any pleasure but it still sent shivers down your spine. Hearing him beg so pretty, something about it just made you want to give in.

You rolled your hips again, ripping another moan from your boyfriend as his grip on your hips tightened slightly. You moaned softly, hand never leaving his throat, as you both got closer and closer to release. You rolling your hips mixed with his occasional bucking of his hips drove you both wild.

Karl's mind was numb. He never thought a joke he'd been making for so long would actually work out like this. He never realized just how good your hand around his throat would feel. As you squeezed his neck once more, ever so gently, Karl came into the condom with a soft cry, his pretty eyes rolling back in his skull.

You smiled softly, reaching your release not long after and collapsed next to him, whispering soft praises to the male. You traced gentle patterns on his still clothed chest with your fingers for a moment or two before sitting up to help him with the condom and clean up.

Eventually, you both lay in bed, cuddling each other sleepily when you finally spoke up. "So... I guess you can't put a slash jay after telling people to choke you." you joked tiredly, earning one of his classic high pitched giggles. He shook his head lightly and kissed the top of yours.

"Only with you." he said softly, just as sleep took you over.

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Monday, October 11, 2021

Local school boards emerge as hot races in November election (AP) In a school district near the Ohio state capital, school board members up for reelection this year have been subjected to a steady stream of lawsuits and attacks, both in-person and online. In another, an incumbent up for reelection who supports student mask requirements received a letter from someone angered by her stance who warned: “We are coming after you.” It’s not just in Ohio. Across the U.S., local school board races have emerged as an intense political battleground in the Nov. 2 elections. Parental protests over COVID-19-related mask mandates, gender-neutral bathrooms, and teachings about racial history, sexuality and social-emotional learning are being leveraged into full-fledged board takeover campaigns that will get their first widespread test in just a few weeks. “What’s happening in 2021 is a prelude to some of the messaging, some of the issues we’ll see going into the midterm elections,” said Scott DiMauro, president of the Ohio Education Association, the state’s largest teachers union.

Haitians are being held hostage by a surge in kidnappings (Washington Post) Four days after the August earthquake that devastated the south of Haiti, Walkens Alexandre, a physician, was traveling to treat victims at a hospital when a motorcycle blocked his white Ford Ranger. Two men hopped off, pulled guns, commandeered his truck and hauled him to the outskirts of the capital. He was held for three days while the kidnappers negotiated by phone with his family. He’d be set free for 30 times his monthly salary. Loved ones pleaded with relatives and friends to contribute to the ransom. “Now I’m traumatized, fearful of people, and reminded of this every time someone slams a door, or I hear a motorcycle,” said Alexandre, 43. “We don’t feel safe in Haiti. There is always panic, always fear.” The most troubled nation in the hemisphere is now being held hostage by a surge in kidnappings. With victims spanning all social classes and ransoms ranging from as little as $100 to six figures, Haiti now holds the tragic title of highest per capita kidnapping rate on Earth. Recorded kidnappings so far this year have spiked sixfold over the same period last year, as criminals nab doctors on their way to work, preachers delivering sermons, entire busloads of people in transit—even police on patrol. So great is the surge that this year, Port-au-Prince is posting more kidnappings in absolute terms than vastly larger Bogotá, Mexico City and São Paulo combined.

New river of lava threatens even more buildings on La Palma (AP) A new river of lava belched Saturday from the La Palma volcano, spreading more destruction on the Atlantic Ocean island where over 1,000 buildings have already been engulfed or badly damaged by streams of molten rock. The partial collapse of the volcanic cone overnight gave birth to a new lava stream that started to follow a similar path down the Cumbre Vieja ridge toward the western shore of the island to the ocean. Authorities said the new lava flow is within the area that was hastily evacuated following the Sept. 19 eruption, when 6,000 residents were forced to flee their homes and farms. Police let residents whose homes could now be in danger make trips to save what they could. Trucks entered the exclusion zone empty Saturday and left with mattresses, furniture and other belongings. A total of 1,186 buildings have been destroyed on La Palma and 497 hectares (1,228 acres) have been covered with lava as of Saturday.

Austrian chancellor Kurz resigns amid corruption allegations (Washington Post) Austrian Chancellor Sebastian Kurz resigned Saturday amid a corruption probe that had opposition parties seeking a no-confidence vote. In a televised address, the 35-year-old conservative leader said he denied the allegations against him, but recommended leadership be handed to Foreign Minister Alexander Schallenberg. “My country is more important to me than my person,” he said. “I want to make space, to prevent chaos and ensure stability.” Opposition parties had been planning a vote of no-confidence against Kurz on Tuesday following an announcement last week that, along with close associates, he was being investigated for embezzlement and bribing media figures. His offices were raided on Wednesday.

Iraqis vote for new parliament (AP) Iraq closed its airspace and scrambled its air force Sunday as voters headed to the polls to elect a parliament that, despite widespread skepticism, some Iraqis hope will deliver reforms after decades of conflict and mismanagement. The vote was originally scheduled for next year but was brought forward in response to a popular uprising in the capital Baghdad and southern provinces in late 2019. Tens of thousands of people took to the streets to protest endemic corruption, poor services and rising unemployment. They were met with deadly force by security forces firing live ammunition and tear gas. More than 600 people were killed and thousands injured within just a few months. Although authorities gave in and called the early elections, the death toll and the heavy-handed crackdown prompted many young activists and demonstrators who took part in the protests to later call for a boycott of the polls. A series of kidnappings and targeted assassinations that killed more than 35 people has further discouraged many from taking part. Apathy is widespread amid deep skepticism that the independent candidates stand a chance against established parties and politicians, many of them backed by armed militias.

Lebanon’s national electricity grid collapses (Washington Post) Lebanon’s electricity network collapsed on Saturday after the two most important power stations ran out of fuel, leaving private generators as the only source of power. The state-owned electricity company has been providing citizens with just a few hours of power a day for months, but the total collapse of the national grid will compound the misery of those who can’t afford to run generators and had relied on those few hours. The outage marks the latest milestone in the unraveling of Lebanon, which is undergoing what the World Bank has described as one of the world’s three biggest financial collapses of the past 150 years. The banking system was the first to implode in 2019, triggering a 90 percent slide in the value of the currency that has left the government unable to afford fuel, food and medicine imports while plunging millions of Lebanese into poverty.

Sudan says running low on fuel oil and wheat due to port blockade (Reuters) A three-week blockade of Sudan’s main port by tribal protesters is causing shortages of wheat and fuel oil for power generation, endangering the country’s already faulty electricity supply, a cabinet minister said on Saturday. Tensions between Sudan’s military and civilian leaders have been running high in recent weeks, and some civilian figures have accused the military of playing a role in the Beja tribe’s blockade of Port Sudan, surrounding roads and fuel pipelines. In the capital, Khartoum, queues for bread have reappeared in recent days and there have been shortages of imported flour.

Storytelling Makes Hearts Beat As One (WSJ) Most of us believe that two hearts can beat as one, and that the heart reveals our unedited emotions. Now there’s some evidence that such folk wisdom is true. When people listen to the same story—each alone in their own home—their heart rates rise and fall in unison, according to a new study published last month in Cell Reports. “The fluctuations of our heart rates are not random,” said Lucas Parra, a professor of biomedical engineering at City College of New York and a senior author of the study. “It’s the story that drives the heart. There’s an explicit link between people’s heart rates and a narrative.” This finding aligns with a mountain of research showing that our brains sync up when we interact in the same location, participate in the same activity, or simply agree with each other.

#headlines #news

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IwaOi Master Fic Rec List (50+ Fics)

Hello! In celebration accumulating over 190+ bookmarks on my AO3 account featuring IwaOi and Iwaizumi coming back into the manga (and for his (almost) birthday), I decided to create a masterlist of all of my favorite fanfictions in order to keep myself organized as well as contributing to more traffic on those works! I decided to split the works up by my own self-imposed genres, such as angst, coming-of-age (or the childhood-friends-to-lovers trope that we all love which depicts how their relationship changes as they grow up and will mostly be canon-compliant), and alternate universe. With the revival of Iwaizumi in the manga, alternate universes will be broken down into adulting AU where he and Oikawa’s diverge differs from in canon and actual, legit AU where there’s basically no volleyball.

I’ll include the title, link, word count, fic summary, and my own commentary (mostly for my own personal entertainment). While the AO3 fandom has been going strong since 2014, I personally have only been reading IwaOi fics for about 3 months, so I will most likely be recommending some cult-favorites, especially since I’ve been reading my fics by sorting through the tag with the most kudos.

My absolute favorites (or the ones where I personally push onto my IRL haikyuu friends) will be denoted with ♡ in increments of 1-3 with 3 ♡ being an absolute must-read. Fics marked with a * indicate that Iwaizumi or Oikawa or both are professional athletes because that’s honestly my Favorite Trope. This is incomplete as I got distracted while re-reading a lot of these and have only gone through half of my bookmarks, but feel free to check my own page here for the rest of them! This took me about 9 days to compile (aka this was in my drafts for about 9 days) but I do hope you guys enjoy reading these and leave comments and kudos!

Adulting AU

*♡♡Thirty Years and Change (the Games of the XXXIII Olympiad)

Word count: 19k

Summary: It’s July 10th, 2024, and Oikawa Tooru is an Olympian. His smiling face airs on an NHK promo every 45 seconds. He’s captain of the national men’s volleyball team, reigning star of the professional leagues, and he hasn't spoken to Iwaizumi Hajime in two years.

Thoughts: THIS IS IT. THIS FIC IS GOD TIER. They’ve been separated but now are falling back into old habits and there’s a confession on the line? Akaashi is in here and he’s pretty funny. I reread this all the time.

*♡♡♡the courtship ritual of the hercules beetle

Word count: 66k

Summary: Tooru is pretty sure he could manage the mating habits of a mosquito. It’s the mating habits of people he can’t seem to get right.

Thoughts: Absolutely the best IwaOi fic I’ve ever read. I’ve reread this about 4x and I always pay attention to a new sentence or detail that leaves me breathless. The characterization is pretty spot on, and I have to admit that this fic made me appreciate IwaOi a little more. I’ve cried countless times too. A cult-favorite but it doesn’t have nearly as many hits as it deserves.

♡days fall away

Word count: 17k

Summary: Except now he’s back home, so close to his old haunts and to Oikawa himself, and it's—weird.

Thoughts: They’ve separated for a bit but now they’re back in the same city and learning to be around each other again. Cue teasing from the biological and Seijoh family

it's been so long (nobody knows me the way you do)

Word count: 8k

Summary: Tooru hums, only half-listening. Somewhere along the way, Hajime’s palm has settled itself over the curve of Tooru’s cheek, thumb tracing over the line of his jaw.

Thoughts: They’re living together post-college feat. snapshots from their lives before getting together and their Seijoh team! It’s really soft but it manages a humorous tone as well.

Time

Word count: 5k

Summary: When they're twenty-three, their story only begins.

Thoughts: A piecewise fic told from Oikawa’s point of view. The tone is almost chatty but it really fits the pacing of the work as you get snippets and sentences of their relationship throughout the years

♡Almost a Stranger

Word count: 16k

Summary: Iwa-chan's leaving Japan. Tooru's not sure he can forgive him, but he's not going to admit his long-held feelings, either. A trip to Miyajima complicates everything.

Thoughts: They go on vacation right before Iwaizumi leaves Oikawa for a year. Oikawa ponders their relationship.

where fireflies never die

Word count: 4k

Summary: >>Oikawa: Hey Iwa-chan >>Oikawa: Did I ruin it?

Thoughts: Oikawa is a mangaka and basically writes his best selling series based off of him and Iwaizumi. This was pretty angsty ngl with a lot of introspection and second-guessing.

In the Business of Love

Word count: 22k

Summary: Meet Oikawa Tooru: He's a best-selling shoujo manga artist, a hardcore romantic and you won't believe where he's getting his lovey dovey fodder from...Enter Iwaizumi Hajime: He's Oikawa's best friend, a realist who also happens to be a wedding magazine writer despite not believing in romance...

Thoughts: Mangaka Oikawa but this is basically a rom-com lmao

Alternate Universe

Even Heroes (have the right to dream)

Word count: 20k

Summary: Oikawa Tooru, ace reporter of the superhero beat of Asahi Shimbun, hates superheroes. Or maybe he just hasn’t met the knight one yet.

Thoughts: Superhero-hiding-his-identity-Iwaizumi and begrudging Oikawa? Sign me up. This fic spent a little more time on worldbuilding than eventual romance, but it is still absolutely unique and entertaining

The secret omega

Word count: 17k

Summary: Iwaizumi’s annoying as fuck best friend. Who absolutely, definitely, no matter what, cannot find out that Iwaizumi is an omega.

Thoughts: A/B/O dynamics where Iwa is the omega and Oikawa is the alpha. 90% plot building which is pretty nice.

Conquering the Great King

Word count: 105k

Summary: Oikawa's lips twitched into a smirk and he brought them hovering just over Iwaizumi's, "One time thing, Two time thing, what's it matter as long as it's not a Relationship thing?"

Thoughts: Malicious and flirtatious Oikawa meet immovable object Iwaizumi. They’re businessmen trying to navigate friends-with-benefits and love all at the same time. A+ sex scenes tbh.

♡Infinite Risks

Word count: 8k

Summary: “It’s my fate,” Oikawa responds slowly. He’s crying.“It’s too lonely,” Iwaizumi’s heart sounded broken. “And I’m not there with you. Not really.”

Thoughts: Edge of Tomorrow AU!!!!! Please watch Edge of Tomorrow first because it’s truly a brilliant movie that I wholly enjoyed and this fic reflects that. This also made me really sad so Beware

*♡Something Like Us

Word count: 28k

Summary: Friends since childhood, Oikawa and Iwaizumi now live together, both playing for the National Team. It's no secret that athletes who are bonded perform better. So if the two of them happen to bond...It'd be for the good of the team, right?

Thoughts: ABO dynamics (and somewhat canon-compliant) as they’re roommates, on the national team, and try to navigate being “fake” mated while harboring feelings

And All the Prince’s Men

Word count: 65k

Summary: “Father only loves that which he owns, and I am the one thing that can never truly be his.”

Thoughts: Royal bastard son Oikawa and his servant Iwaizumi. An enthralling read and universe. The romance takes a secondary seat here as it focuses more on plot and world-building.

♡long nights, no peace

Word count: 18k

Summary: It's the steady knowledge that Iwaizumi Hajime will always be someone that he can rely on, that no matter what the world throws at the two of them, they share in a piece of each other's soul.

Thoughts: Pacific Rim! AU. Otherwise known as my favorite types of AUs because they’re basically soulmates (platonic or not,, but they’re not platonic here)

♡(sing with me) A Song of Conquest and Fate

Word count: 26k

Summary: When Seijou receives a missive from Aobajousai to discuss a potential peace, its emperor Oikawa Tooru could not have foreseen the series of events that would follow.

Thoughts: Warring states/historical fantasy AU. The world building is amazing and this author has great control over her language use

Cotton Breathing

Word count: 13k

Summary:

Thoughts: Long-distance and summer only but childhood friends Iwaoi!!! A dreamy summer piece and reading it almost makes me feel like I’m in a Studio Ghibli movie because of the mood it puts me in

Similar Creatures

Word count: 53k

Summary: "What's your name?" "Whatever you want it to be."(Or, Oikawa gets directions from an attractive stranger on a street corner.)

Thoughts: Iwaizumi is an escort and Oikawa needs a fancy date

Space

Word count: 44k

Summary: Tries not to think of his rooftop garden, or the apartment he used to inhabit, or Hajime’s broken expression on the night they whispered their goodbyes before Tooru’s launch, attempting to push it all to the back of his mind behind visions of this alien world terraformed

Thoughts: Oikawa’s in outerspace. They’re separated. This left me feeling pretty empty ngl.

♡here comes your man

Word count: 8k

Summary: Iwa-chan, it reads, Have a good day today! Good luck! <3 <3 <3Suga chokes. It’s hard to imagine anyone calling the scowling and fierce Doctor Iwaizumi “Iwa-chan.” But marriage probably comes with all sorts of liberties.

Thoughts: Doctor AU where Iwaizumi and Oikawa’s relationship is pondered by Suga

In the Telling

Word count: 6k

Summary: Muggleborn Iwaizumi could not be less impressed with pureblood Oikawa Tooru.

Thoughts: Harry Potter AU where they’re in the same year and aren’t really friends but are also friends

♡♡The Loyalty of A Traitor

Word count: 76k

Summary: Iwaizumi Hajime was an undercover officer with a single objective: Infiltrate the Seijoh Syndicate of the Yakuza and tear them down from the inside out. His primary target was the boss, Oikawa Tooru. The job itself was simple enough, until Iwaizumi got in too deep and absconded not only from the mission, but from the city itself.

Thoughts: Oh fuck this was Good. Yakuza boss Oikawa???? Disgraced Iwaizumi??? Do they fall in love (again)?

and suddenly, we were traitors

Word count: 17k

Summary: "sorry, it's just... you’ve been amazingly kind to me these past few days. ...but i'm still not sure who you are.”

Thoughts: The amnesia fic this fandom needed

Trial by Fire

Word count: 78k

Summary: (lawyer!AU - in which Iwaizumi loves his objections, Oikawa is beautiful, and they have more chemistry than two opposing attorneys probably should.)

Thoughts: Hot

dear diary, i met a boy

Word count: 15k

Summary: Iwaizumi's first impression of his upstairs neighbor involves getting woken up at two in the morning to the sound of Oikawa singing along to trashy pop music. He'd thought it would get better, but it all just goes downhill from there.

Thoughts: Model Oikawa and salaryman Iwaizumi meet and try to make it work

on shipwreck shore

Word count: 8k

Summary: “I’m going to murder you in cold blood and feed you to the basilisks,” Iwaizumi says conversationally.“You can’t do that, I’m your boss,” Oikawa sings, positively sparkling. “Also we’re partners, which means,” he points at Iwaizumi and leans in, “you’re stuck with me.”

Thoughts: Detectives but they’re actually funny

♡Lockdown

Word count: 72k

Summary: Within the first few months of his stay, Oikawa gets caught up in a war between cellblocks, becomes a prime target, and must decide just how far he's willing to go to protect Iwaizumi Hajime.

Thoughts: Orange is the New Black AU!!! Im a sl*t for tatted Iwaizumi

an allegory of all the things we could’ve been

Word count: 16k

Summary: “I don’t know anything about some red string,” Iwaizumi murmurs into the cracks of Oikawa’s skin, “or even about lifetimes or fate. But no matter where you are, I’ll find you. Gods or otherwise.”

Thoughts: Reincarnation AU throughout the timelines. A good soft read that leaves you sort of empty

Angst

Timeless (We Have 30 Days)

Word count: 12k

Summary: Or AU where you're branded 50 days before you die. But Oikawa doesn't tell anyone so now there's only 30 days left.

Thoughts: Ahhhhhhhhh tears

the weight of water

Word count: 6k

Summary: “Again,” he says, the smallest tremor in his voice, and Oikawa blinks at him a moment before smiling, soft and sweet. “Iwa-chan,” he replies, and Iwaizumi closes his eyes. “Again.” “Iwa-chan.”

Thoughts: Death fic

open when

Word count: 1k

Summary: Iwaizumi knew it was coming, but it still hurt. It still hurt when he opens one letter and drowns it in the tears he cannot keep at bay.

Thoughts: It takes only 1.6k words to make me cry

Canon Compliant/Coming-Of-Age

♡♡i sing the body electric

Word count: 8k

Summary: It was never part of the plan, falling in love with his best friend, but then again, most things in Iwaizumi’s life that involve Oikawa rarely unfold the way he thinks they will.

Thoughts: A beautifully introspective piece told from Iwaizumi’s point of view. It’s wholly intimate and it toes along the lines of pining and soft angst. It’s told in snippets from their lives growing up together.

♡we can do better than that

Word count: 16k

Summary: Oikawa and Iwaizumi go on a road trip during the summer after their high school graduation. It doesn't go as expected, but maybe that's not such a bad thing after all.

Thoughts: There’s a lot of character analysis and it takes a step away from the casual banter they’re always portrayed to have and focuses on the intricacies of their relationship. The tone is almost a little more melancholy. (also they have to share a bed! trope)

♡when it starts to rain, they go inside

Word count: 33k

Summary: “Where?” starts Iwaizumi.“My parent’s old lakehouse, silly, didn’t you hear me the first time?”OR: Oikawa takes Iwaizumi to his lakehouse for two weeks, post-graduation.

Thoughts: Oh This Is It IwaOi stans. This fic really solidified my own headcanon for Oikawa (spoiler alert, OP isn’t too fond of Oikawa but she fleshes out his character and his idiosyncrasies so well that you can’t help but be drawn into all of his imperfection) and this fic respects Iwaizumi as well. It has absolutely great characterization and the fic ends on an ambiguous note.

to be first, to be best

Word count: 26k

Summary: Hajime is apparently something of a masochist, and as he stares down at the tie-dyed AREA51 T-shirt in his hands, he thinks “I’m totally in love with this asshole, aren't I?”

Thoughts: College roommates trying to navigate having feelings for each other while also dating others and not realizing that they’re jealous? A cult favorite.

♡things that change, things that stay the same

Word count: 8k

Summary: Oikawa realizes he's in love with his best friend; it sucks for a while. (But only a while.)

Thoughts: Ahh a slow burn featuring daily moments between Oikawa and Iwaizumi, and Oikawa starts to notice the little things. This was a cute read because Oikawa just comes off as wonderfully earnest. My first Iwaoi fic! And a great one because it really set the standard to how I interpreted their relationship.

it’s better than words

Word count: 3k

Summary: [ or : oikawa makes iwaizumi participate in three bonding activities for new friends, and iwaizumi just wants to know why oikawa's being so weird about this]

Thoughts: Soft pining, fluff, banter, and whispered confessions. This fic really nailed the banter of high school students really well.

♡shiver

Word count: 16k

Summary: Oikawa was always the brave one. Hajime just followed two paces behind.

Thoughts: Oikawa falls first and but Iwaizumi realizes his feelings later on! So soft, so slow burn, so much pining. We get to see their relationship through Iwaizumi’s eyes and actually read him analyze his own feelings.

♡we shine like diamonds

Word count: 26k

Summary: "You know Abe-kun from class?" they snicker, hands cupped around their mouths like they're passing along a filthy secret. "I hear his older brother is... gay."

Thoughts: Character analysis, homophobia, and coming of age makes a good and angsty iwaoi fic

terrarium

Word count: 11k

Summary: At this point, is he really happy with just staying best friends forever? Will he be writing journals and collecting rocks forever (he will, he knows, but that is aside from the point)?

Thoughts: Oikawa has a terrarium and names all of the rocks he puts in (that Iwaizumi gave him) “Iwa-chan #_”

Chasing Paper Suns

Word count: 10k

Summary: Post-high school, Oikawa makes it to the national volleyball team but Iwaizumi doesn't. The next three years become an exercise in growing up without growing apart.

Thoughts: This was pretty sad tbh. Of what it means to grow up together and then suddenly having to adjust to living without each other’s presence.

with every second that you could give

Word count: 9k

Summary: The journey of Iwaizumi and Oikawa going for gold.

Thoughts: Of growing up together, making decisions for each other, and wanting to be together

Only the jellyfish know

Word count: 6k

Summary: Their third and final year at Aoba Jousai has come to an end, and the guys decide to go to the beach the day after graduation.That day, the ocean water is salty, the watermelon is sweet, and the people are sweeter.

Thoughts: Established relationship

Smut

strange.

Word count: 1k

Summary: "god, i fucking hate you."oikawa smiles, cause he knows it's not true. he knows iwaizumi loves him, knows iwaizumi adores him. but he plays along."i hate you too,"

Thoughts: It’s hot

Say My Name

Word count: 2k

Summary: “Hey, have you ever tried saying my first name?” Iwaizumi blurts, and the thought jumps out of his subconscious only after he's posed the question.

Thoughts:

No Touching Allowed

Word count: 10k

Summary: “You’ve got one rule,” Iwaizumi winks at him.

Thoughts: ExoticDancer!Iwaizumi and stressed out/repressed businessman Oikawa also an AU.

Honorable Mentions

things wikipedia doesn’t tell you

pillow

Phone Home

Share my life, it’s yours to keep

in progress to you

no sleep in the city

The PDA jar

Kissmarked

#iwaoi #oikawa tooru #oikawa #iwaizumi #iwaizumi hajime #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #hq!!#hq fic rec #haikyuu fic #haikyuu fanfiction #id ask that u guys pls reblog if u can so more people can enjoy :') rly there are some Underrated works #and im surprised bc it looks like iwaoi is the most popular pairing in hq rn with the most fics #and there are iwaoi fics being uploaded like everyday #some of my favs were published in 2020 too

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THE UNTAMED, YOUR CHOICE OF OURAN AU, SOUL EATER AU, S&S AU, OR CORPSE BRIDE AU

OKAYI’M GOING TO DO THE OURAN AU BECAUSE I THINK IT’S REALLY FUNNY AND I MADE THEBAD CHOICE™ OF READING A BUNCH OF NEWS TODAY. Uh. Mycomputer crashed halfway through this and I think somehow it got longer,so. Sorry about that one.

ONE

Wen Ning is a scholarship student. He’s more than ascholarship student, really, he’s a here by the grace of every godever and also his sister student who also, incidentally, is ona scholarship. The phenomenally wealthy Wen family recently went down ina blaze of indignity and political scandal, but newly-broke Wen Qing is not hearing any arguments about sending her babybrother to a less-than-top-of-the-line high school, especially since he acedthe tests and was given a full ride except for books and uniform. SinceWen Qing was halfway through med school at the time of the Wen scandal, they’reburning through their meager inheritance to get her degree and make ends meetfor food, on the gamble eventually they might be able to move out of their absolutelyshit one-bedroom apartment on a doctor’s salary and also because Wen Ning pointblank refused to let her drop out. Therefore, when Wen Ning tries to hideout in an empty music room and accidentally breaks a very expensive vase, he hasa moment of abject dread and–well, yeah, okay, he’ll work it off, he guesses.

TWO

WeiWuxian isn’t actually planning to charge this kid for a vase that is definitelyworth more than the entire apartment building he lives in! Wei Wuxian isnot an asshole! It’s just that he hasnever seen this scholarship kid with the secondhand clothes and the long hairhiding his face and the unfortunate name speak to anyone outside of absolutelymandatory conversation, and it’s kind of depressing. So, Wuxian has decided to adopt him, teachhim how to talk to people, and maybe buy him a ponytail holder. He has about five seconds to get all of thatout on the third day since recruiting Wen Ning, when a very petite woman in ared coat storms in like a hurricane and corners Wuxian alone (or rather, withonly Lan Wangji, which is as close as it gets) with apparently homicidal intentto snarl, “If you’re messing with my brother’s head, no one will ever find yourbody.”

(WenNing did not mention being low-key press-ganged into a host club on the firstday. On the second day, he came home ina real uniform that actually fit, with his hair cut into something thatresembled a style and pulled back from his face, and he had to spill hisguts because not even Wen Qing’s sleep schedule was going to make her miss thatone.)

Turnsout that the sister Wen Ning mentioned, implying that she was the same kind ofangelic creature as Jiang Yanli, is fucking terrifying. Wei Wuxian rambles through hisexplanation so fast that he kind of doubts Wen Qing gets all of it, and then hewaves his hands helplessly and says, “I don’t know, he just seemed kind oflonely?” Wen Qing narrows her eyes athim. “It’s true! I never see him talk to anyone!”

“A-Ningis a good kid,” she says, shoving a finger into Wuxian’s chestthreateningly. “Our family never likedhim because he’s too nice, and no one else likes him because of his name, so ifI hear you’re messing with him…”

“Iswear,” Wuxian says, raising his hand. “Ijust thought maybe it would be good for him, having some people to hang outwith.”

WenQing studies him for another moment, and then she steps back and nods and says,“It will be.”

Andthat’s how the host club gets a part-time manager in addition to its latestrecruit.

THREE

Thehosts are:

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WeiWuxian, whois nominally in charge because he came up with this whole idea, on the argumentthat, quote, “Jiang Cheng needs to learn to be nicer.” It was also tacitly agreed that he and JiangCheng needed something that would keep them out of the house and therefore outof Madam Yu’s way after school, and they’d already been kicked out of themartial arts club after a slight incident involving Wei Wuxian’s fist, JinZixuan’s face, and Jiang Cheng’s unapologetic support. Wuxian went around and recruited some folks,and now he has a host club, which, in his opinion, is markedly more fun thanthe martial arts club. The Mischievoustype.

JiangCheng,who has spent three years in this circus and is not noticeably nicer. He’s likable enough with the guests, but nomatter what Wei Wuxian says, Jiang Cheng does know how to be civil whenthe situation calls for it. He spends mostof his time trying to reign in his brother’s more wild ideas, but his successrate isn’t great, because their sets-and-costumes guy is a horrible enablerwith family money who is more than willing to contribute to all kinds ofnonsense as long as he can show up with a fan and look mysterious while hewatches the chaos at their events. JiangCheng says he’s the Long-Suffering type but actually he’s the Bad Boy typebecause of his temper.

JinZixuan,who is only here because his mother said he’d be grounded until he graduatesunless he found a good extracurricular and he didn’t know who ran the host clubwhen he blurted out that he was planning to join it. Now he’s committed because his mother will notsupport him leaving and it’s been three years and also he still hasn’t gottenJiang Yanli’s phone number, which has become absolutely necessary because thethree minutes he sees her every Thursday when she comes to get her brothers fortheir weekly sibling dinner are the best of his week. There is a good chance Zixuan’s going to getpunched again when he finally gets his courage up to ask her out, but sometimesit be like that. The Princely type, althoughhe’s hopeless when he’s not playing a part.

LanWangji, treasurer,who is only here because Wei Wuxian asked him to be, and everyone (except WeiWuxian) knows it. He’s still remarkablypopular with the guests, despite the fact that most people are lucky to get fiveconsecutive words out of him and it’s a known fact that he’ll bow out of aconversation with nothing more than a brief apology and a nod the moment Wuxiancalls him. Somehow, three years later,Wuxian has not picked up on the fact that Wangji is really not here tolearn to talk to women. Save him. The Stoic type.

LanXichen, generalsource of stability if not necessarily common sense, who is here because hisbrother is here. He and Wen Qing bondimmediately over their shared Protective Older Sibling energies, although WenQing is very much here to beat up anyone who looks sideways at her brother andXichen is very much here to wingman his brother as hard as he can manage. He’s a year older than the others, graduatingthis year, and the most popular host by a long shot. The Chivalrous type.

WenNing, who,yeah, is wide-eyed and shy and tends to start stuttering if more than threeguests are looking at him at any given moment, but he has an apparently innatetalent for sweet and unassuming kindness that’s a big hit. The guests are charmed by his nervousness andthey’re always happy to listen to him talk about his favorite subjects (his sister,his friends, and archery, which he currently can’t afford to do but knowseverything about, in that order). The Natural type.

Honorablemention to Nie Mingjue, who graduated last year and was only partof the host club because Lan Xichen made him. Which is to say, Xichen smiled at him and talked about how gladhe was that Wangji was making friends and how good it would look onMingjue’s college applications as a complement to his more athleticextracurriculars and how happy Huaisang would be to do something withhis brother, and then Mingjue blinked and boom, host club. He doesn’t have any idea what happened. Xichen is like that. The Jock type.

FOUR

NieHuaisang has been Wei Wuxian’s top enabler and partner in chaos since they werein middle school and he also knows everyone and everything despite hisreputation as a top-notch dumbass. Hisentire rationale for not being part of the host club is that it wouldrequire him to admit to knowing things, and he Won’t, which—top student Wei “IHandle My Adequacy Issues By Being Smart But Also Have Guilt About It” Wuxiandoesn’t totally get that, but sure, okay, proceed. Huaisang does, however, have anexcellent grasp of how to acquire all manner of strange things, so he is theirone-man supply center for all manner of wild concepts. One time he got an entire apple treenext-day-shipped just to prove he could.

Also,Huaisang is personally responsible for making most of the host club’s money,because he has a camera and a good sense for the kind of pictures that peoplewill pay for. Even funneling most of the money back into funding the club activities, Huaisang is still managing to turn a decent profit all told. He takes a nice 7% cut for himself (friends and family discount), which is half the reason Mingjue didn’t kick up even more of a fuss about it.

Huaisang’svisceral hatred of the head editor of the school paper is the best kept secretin the school but on god Huaisang’s connections are better than that JinGuangyao asshole’s and he’s going to take him down before graduation.

FIVE

Halfwaythrough the school year, Wei Wuxian gets in a car wreck and the way Lan Wangjireacts to being the first number the paramedics find in Wuxian’s phone is informative. It’s taken five and a half years, four brokenribs, a punctured lung, a concussion, and a spirited yelling sessionfrom Jiang Cheng, among other things, but Wei Wuxian has finally managed to geta clue.

Anda boyfriend.

Nowall they need to do is resolve Huaisang’s vendetta, figure out how the hell afirst year like Xue Yang managed to so comprehensively destroy ex-teacher XiaoXingchen’s reputation, and try and make it to Wen Qing’s graduation on time,and they’re golden.

#the untamed #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #wei wuxian #wen ning #ouran au #ask meme #headcanon meme #if you went 'hey where's mianmian' i'm sorry to inform you that she's too smart for this au!#mianmian is off living a completely sane life somewhere! she has a nice boyfriend and a healthy social life!#there is a HARD max of one truly sensible person in any ouran au and wen qing is already here!#'oh star lxc is sensible' no he's not. have you ever even glimpsed the source material. lxc is himbo supreme he's just quiet about it.#anyway i'm not sure how jgy wronged nmj in this au...but he did and nhs is out for BLOOD #this is a good au and it makes me happy but also i've been looking at it for So Long trying to remember what i wrote before #what else was i going to say about this au #oh! right! xy arranged to have xxc's reputation destroyed for 'inappropriate behavior on campus' with his bf song lan #and also implied although did not QUITE accuse outright that xxc came onto him #don't worry nhs has proof of that one also! this is a happy endings only au and that means that xxc gets his job back #after nhs has successfully orchestrated a LOT of disciplinary action #i sort of feel like wwx and lwj take more of a backseat in the host club after this year and jiang cheng (to his horror)#discovers that the nominal leadership has fallen on him #oh and also one time jzx made jyl cry and her brothers never forgave and they never forgot #the crying was after the punching though so it could be said that there was pre-existing resentment #asked and answered #cthulhu-with-a-fez

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Hello again! first, I really like your ideas! and I completely understand what to change to bad as protagonist xd, in any case the idea of a complete modernization seems interesting to me. and my au / rewrite is something more or less like this xd: I call it for now Wicked Show and it is basically taking the premise of descendants ... but to fix all the errors or give them some kind of explanation. In order not to give you a bible I will try to summarize: Maleficent convened hades to resurrect the villains to be able to take control over the kingdoms. All the kingdom saw these and united and created the court of auradon (the ONU of this world) and defeated them. All the people wanted revenge but All the princess and princes (beast, belle, cinderella, aurora etc) did not want to kill the villains so they created the island of the lost as a pseudo jail, so the mass will be more calm and safe. Now ben, who is having more power in the court (although he is not yet king becuase why a 17 boy will be king :/?) initiates the initiative Vk to transfer the children of villains to auradon , starting with 6 children. that is the main premise xd, and the main character would be an oc that I crate, called Paulin, the daughter of doctor Facilier (Celia and Freddie do not exist here because ... well, although I adore them they did not contribute anything to the plot -_-). For now it is still in development but I already have several redesigned characters, and when I have the sheets ready I will publish it on my blog, for now there is only the explanation of this but a little more extended xd. (I am still worried when I publish the sheets because I feel that it changes the characters a lot)

Reply: this honestly sounds like a great plot! :D I love the idea of a union of kingdoms rather than Belle and Beast having all the power. Also I do agree on Celia and Freddie they were cool but didn't contribute much because everything has to be about Mal lol. I'm quite curious on how Maleficent was able to convince an actual god... I look forward to seeing more of your reboot!

#disney descendants #descendants #fanfic ideas #submission

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.˚☎️ᵎ┊͙𝙧𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮 & 𝙧��𝙡𝙚𝙨

─────── .°୭̥ ❁ ˎˊ˗

❛ 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝘂𝘀 ❜

⌲ 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏/𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅

Currently it is open! Oh well, who am I kidding, they are always open.

❛ 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗱𝝾𝗺 ❜

⌲ 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆𝒔

Genre wise, I only do: Romance, Action, Adventure, Drama, Mystery, Han Dynasty, Japanese Era, CyberPunk, Fantasy, Slice of Life.

⌲ 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒎

Fandom wise, I only do: Final Fantasy XV, Naruto/Naruto Shippuden (No Boruto), Stranger Things, Avatar the Last Airbender, Peaky Blinders.

Here, I am going to add the following canon character I would like you to play as for me: 《 Final Fantasy XV 》Noctis Lucis Caelum

《 Naruto/Naruto Shippuden 》Sasuke Uchiha or Neji Hyuga

《 Stranger Things 》 Billy Hargrove

《 Avatar the Last Airbender 》Prince Zuko

《 Peaky Blinders 》 Thomas Michael Shelby

Also, for Fandom roleplays we can do AU versions or keep the Canon version with changes of our own. I don’t mind which!

❛ 𝗿𝘂𝗹𝗲𝘀 ❜

⌲ 𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆 𝝄𝒏𝒆

I never roleplay with one-liners. I feel as if I am being robbed of a better response. If I do not get the detail needed or more information on what's going on with your character, I don't know how to react. Please, do not get offended if I ask for more from a response you give me! I'm guilty of this too, so ask if you need more from me! My writing style is usually Semi Lit, Lit or Adv Lit, depending on my partner.

𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒘𝝄

I need a detailed character lay out before we start the roleplay. Everything I say or respond with is based on who your character is, not just who my character is. Your character is just as important as a factor on replies as mine is! I don’t use anime characters to show who my character is unless it’s a fandom. For the OC stories, I use face claims of real people.

𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆

My life can become hella hectic sometimes, however, I will never leave you hanging for a reply. I will tell you what’s going on and let you know when I’ll be back so that we can continue. And the same goes for you!

𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓

I don’t only do one kind of genre, I like to add in more so that the story is being kept alive. We will have romance, action, mystery, etc all in one so that we can keep the roleplay alive otherwise it will die.

Favourite genres are: Romance, Action, Adventure, Mystery, Drama, CyberPunk, Han Dynasty, Japanese Era, Fantasy.

Also, beware that I roleplay with individuals over 18+ as I add a lot of NSFW content such as drugs, mafia, guns, alcohol, etc.

𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝙫𝒆

Do not rush me into a response. Thinking of a good reply is very important to me and might take awhile. If you feel I've just bugged out, send me a little message. Though that does not mean tell me to hurry up or that I'm taking too long.

𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒙

Regarding pairings, here it depends. If we are going to do a 1x1 roleplay I only do FxM and I am playing the female role. Sorry.

If we are going to do a Doubling roleplay I can do both FxM and FxF.

Regarding Fandom roleplays, I only do CanonxOc.

𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝙫𝒆𝒏

I do smut, and I like adding it into my roleplays, however, if my partners prefers to fade to black, I don’t mind. We can either fade to black or write out the smut scenes. Beware though, I do not ONLY roleplay smut. I will only write it out if the story itself leads to it.

❛ 𝗱𝗼'𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝘁'𝘀 ❜

⌲ 𝒅𝒐'𝒔

↻ Be 18+

↻ Develop the plot with me and contribute. This means as we are making the plot and roleplaying. I will not be the only one carrying the plot out.

↻ Match the amount I am roleplaying with. This means give me the same amount of information to build off of that I give you.

↻ Tell me when you're leaving or can't reply for awhile. Also tell me when you're back so that we can continue.

⌲ 𝒅𝝄𝒏𝒕’𝒔

↻ Message me if your only purpose of roleplay is strictly smut.

↻ Attempt to just branch off what I say and only give reactions. I cannot carry the weight of the roleplay all on my own. This causes me to become frustrated and annoyed with the roleplay.

↻ Reply with something that gives me nothing to reply with. That's how a roleplay dies.

↻ Randomly leave and expect me to not be confused and annoyed. Understand I'm impatient when I think you're ignoring me. Even if you just don't want to reply, tell me.

❛ 𝝤𝗖 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽𝘀 ❜

⌲ 𝑶𝑪 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑𝒔

↻ Vampire x Human

↻ Vampire x Vampire

↻ Vampire x Vampire Hunter

↻ Mafia Leader x Enemy Mafia Leader

↻ Mafia Leader x FBI Agent

↻ Mafia Leader x Doctor/Lawyer

↻ Emperor x Royal Concubine

↻ Empress x General

↻ Empress x Assassin

↻ Assassin x Crown Prince/Princess

I Roleplay on Discord but I prefer being reached out on gmail first↷┊ [email protected] ! ༉‧₊˚

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camellia || pt. 2 (M)

Y/N is a strong-willed herbalist who knows exactly what she wants; she also happens to make some really good tea. Taehyung is a kind but rebellious prince who doesn’t really know what he wants but he knows that the commoner girl who makes fantastic tea can’t be this damn cute.

pairing: prince!taehyung x herbalist!reader

word count: 10k

genre: fluff, smut, prince au

warnings: the smut scene was meant to be a cute one but somehow it turned filthy and I accidentally made Tae into a raging dom oops

A/N: Header created by me! Inspired by one of my favorite animes ever: Snow White with the Red Hair.

CHAPTERS: 01 | 02

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PART TWO

Prince Taehyung was never a tea person. So imagine the castle staff's surprise when he began to request homemade tea every night from to room.

You remembered the first time a maid came and found you about the prince's request for your tea. You nodded politely back at her, but couldn't help the smile that crept onto your face.

Even when you arrived at the prince's door, tray in hand, your smile still didn't let up.

Night after night you made Taehyung tea, sitting at the foot of his bed as he always managed to convince you to stay and chat for a while. Taehyung spoke to you about anything and everything; he liked the way you spoke bluntly and didn't shrink yourself around him. Even when the tea was gone and the initial conversation had died, he'd find new things to talk about, no matter how unimportant, just because he liked the sound of your voice.

“What?” You asked one night, noticing that Taehyung had been staring at you for the past few minutes.

“Nothing. I just really like hearing you talk is all.” Taehyung confessed softly, causing you to glance down at your empty teacup, unable to meet his sincere eyes.

It was the small conversations like that one that would linger on your mind as you made your way down the castle halls, a soft tune falling from your lips.

You were grateful for your friendship with the prince; you had been at the castle for two months now and had yet to make many friends if any at all.

Taehyung had been the one to encourage you as you took the palace pharmacist entrance exam, which would ensure your spot in the castle. You passed with flying colors, and soon enough you found yourself in the position of court herbalist, a title held by only two other people in the palace, both of which you enjoyed working beside, even if neither was near your age.

Every day you worked diligently, spending hours in the greenhouse, notebook in hand as you took notice of any plants that weren't thriving or growing at expected rates. While it wasn't quite the herbal medicine you wanted to practice, you were grateful for whatever work you could get, as measuring stem diameter was still far more of interest to you than stitching up open wounds.

Although not surprised, your father wasn't entirely thrilled that you had taken up an herbalist position over a medicine one, so you had made it a point to do everything you did with enthusiasm with hopes that you could make him proud nevertheless.

"Have you seen the royal tea girl walking around lately?"

An unfamiliar voice swept out in front of you, the words catching you off guard as you halted your steps. Your eyebrows furrowed as you took silent steps forward, peering cautiously around the corner.

"Oh, poor thing, she's filthy."

Your stomach dropped as you watched a group of four women standing in a semi-circle, talking amongst themselves. You hadn’t seen them before, their faces albeit beautiful were unfamiliar. It was clear from their attire that they were noblewoman of some sort.

"Seriously, what does she do all day? Roll around in dirt?" A woman of golden hair scoffed, her curls bouncing slightly as she shook her head lightly.

"I could never imagine having to crawl through dirt all day. I know she's a commoner but has she really no shame as to parade around like that? I wouldn't be caught dead walking amongst royals with soil on my face!" Another spoke, her tan complexion complimenting the white of her teeth.

A round of cruel laugh fell over the group.

You should turn around. You should stop listening and turn around.

You placed a hand against the wall you were hiding against, fingers falling on top of the gold molding that decorated the inside of the palace walls.

"She's lucky her father is the head doctor. It’s the only reason she’s here, you know. She would've been thrown out the moment she started tracking dirt into the castle with those horrid boots of hers if it weren’t for him." The blonde spoke again through a laugh.

Taking a step back, you pulled your eyes away from the women. Your face burned and insides churned as you began to walk away.

You had never overheard anyone speak so ill of you so freely like that before. Is that what everyone at the castle thought of you? That you were nothing more than some dirt covered royal tea girl?

"Y/N?"

A voice called out from behind you, causing you to turn around mid-step.

"Fancy seeing you here." Taehyung grinned, having had just emerged from a room you had passed by.

"Oh, your highness. Forgive me, I didn't see you." You breathed out, not expecting to see the prince now of all people.

"Tae." He corrected.

You glanced around to make sure that the two of you were alone, "Sorry. Tae."

"Are you okay?" Taehyung frowned at your flustered state.

"Yes, why do you ask?"

"You're shaking."

You blinked at his words, swallowing dryly. He was right; your anxiety was off the charts. Did Taehyung think of you in the way those women spoke about you? You could hardly think clearly, all you knew was that you wanted to get as far away from everyone as soon as possible.

"I just..." You began, crossing your arms over your chest. "I overheard something I shouldn't have."

At your words, Taehyung's face fell, a glimmer of concern gracing his warm eyes. Immediately, regret flooded you. You shouldn't bother him with something as trivial as some women not liking you. The prince had far more pressing issues to worry about, you were sure.

"Actually, nevermind. I don't want to bother you. It's really not that important–"

"Y/N." Taehyung cut you off pointedly. "You can talk to me."

You pressed your lips together, eyes flickering away from his worried ones.

"There were some women talking amongst them themselves about me. How my clothes are always dirty–"

"You work with plants. You're an herbalist." Taehyung defended, an angry look on his face.

You let out a sigh, "Only because my father is the head doctor."

Taehyung blinked at you, obviously bewilderedly.

"What?"

"They said the only reason I'm here is because of my father. And honestly, Tae, they're right." You continued, voice breaking slightly as you spoke, your emotions catching up with you.

"What? Come on, you know that's not true." The prince reasoned causing you to shake your head.

"It is true!" You exclaimed, eyes watering.

"I don't belong here! I mean, I've always known that. I'm not poised or refined, not to mention I've been here for two months and every guard still looks at me as if I'm some threat to the crown. Even the cooking staff, every time I walk into the kitchen they look at me like I'm some peasant girl who is going to steal silverware or something!"

Tears fell freely down your cheeks but you couldn't stop your upset rambling

"And it's not like I'm doing anything useful here? I take inventory of plants. That's all I do! That's not helping anyone like I want to. The best thing I contribute to this castle is making stupid god damn tea."

At the sound of a broken sob leaving your lips, Taehyung pulled you into him, wrapping his arms around you.

You hardly had time to be embarrassed at his gesture as you buried your face into his chest. You weren't expecting this wave of emotions, but as Taehyung held you, you felt an overwhelming amount of catharsis fall over you.

You weren't a vulnerable person by any means, you'd rather internalize any insecurities you faced and deal with them privately. So to voice them out loud Taehyung had you feeling outrageously fragile.

Taehyung's hands wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you back. He ran a thumb over a wet cheek, beckoning you to meet his eyes.

"Even if your father got you here, it's you and your knowledge that passed that entrance exam and kept you here. Not him."

You opened your mouth to respond but the prince shushed you.

"I'm sorry the staff hasn't been kind to you. We haven't seen a new face in the palace in years, as you can probably tell by the lack of people our age. They're wary of you, and I'm sorry if they aren't treating you fairly." Taehyung took a breath as if trying to compose his thoughts.

"As for those women, were they staff or were they of nobility?"

You sniffed lightly, "Nobility. Or at least, they were dressed as if they were."

Taehyung scrunched up his nose in distaste, causing your curiosity to pique.

"Countesses." He scowled. "Some of them wives of Earls of neighboring kingdoms. Some of them of Counts. All of them wretched."

Your eyes widened at Taehyung's openly verbal disdain for the countesses. You suppose seeing as he outranked them, he could speak freely against them.

"They come to stay every once and a while. It's meant to encourage friendly relations between kingdoms but if you ask me they just come to pretend that they're more important than they actually are." Taehyung admitted causing a small giggle to escape your lips.

Taehyung stared at you fondly for a moment before speaking again.

"They gossip because they're bored and have nothing better to do. You are more than worthy of a to be here. Certainly more worthy than they are. Being born into nobility doesn't warrant significance. It's what you do with your nobility that matters. Otherwise, your title is meaningless."

For a moment, the two of you stared at each other, once again hit with the realization that despite everything that differentiated the two of you, at the end of the day, you were both more alike then you were different.

A smirk crept up onto the prince’s mouth.

“Are you busy? Would you want to go back to your village with me?”

You paused for a moment, staring back at the prince confusedly.

"Wha– Do you mean right now?" You blinked.

Taehyung nodded back at you enthusiastically.

"If you haven't anything else today, of course. I haven't spent much time there if I'm honest. Who better to give me a tour than someone who actually knows the area and the people? It's time to do something with my title. And I'd love it if you helped me."

Taehyung's words were so sincere and earnest that you found yourself growing warm under his excited stare.

"Of course, I'll help you. I'm done for the day, I just need to change into some clean clothes–"

"Great! I'll meet you at the stables in fifteen minutes?" He asked, sounding hurried.

You grinned, "Alright, see you then."

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It was on your ride back to your village, after Taehyung had lead Yeontan through a hidden path away from the castle that the prince finally confessed that he was meant to be attending a meeting later today. You were quick to scold him in light of his confession but couldn't argue with his defense that going out to see if he could help his people was a good alternative for the routine meeting the heads of royalty and staff usually had.

Unsurprisingly, traveling by horse still hadn't become easier since your first time on Yeontan two months ago. You held on as steadily as you could without hurting the horse or the prince, but you couldn't help but let out a small noise of fear every time Yeontan sped up to a canter, your body bouncing in rhythm to his movements.

Even as you reached your hometown, having had finally stopped at the local stables, with both feet on the ground, you still found yourself weak in the knees.

Taehyung had just finished speaking to the stableman about arranging Yeontan to stay here for the day as a royal horse would draw too much attention anywhere else and headed over to where you stood leaning against the wooden fence, looking weary.

"Why the long face?" He joked as he reached you, causing you to roll your eyes.

"Horse joke. Funny." You mused dryly as you retied your cloak tighter around your neck.

The prince gave you a cheeky grin as he reached for his own cloak, mimicking your actions.

"You really don't like riding horses, do you?"

"It's not my favorite activity." You admitted, beginning to lead the dark haired man into town.

"Really? I would've never guessed by your petrified squeals mid-ride and inability to stand immediately after." Taehyung smirked as he walked beside you.

You shoved your shoulder into his lightly causing him to laugh.

"You know, I could teach you how to ride if you'd like." He offered, causing you to turn to face him.

"Really? Wait... Are you sure that's a good idea?" You contemplated, flashing Taehyung a skeptical look.

He shrugged, "The reason you're scared of falling is a lack of trust in the horse and a lack of trust in yourself. Learning how to ride should help with that."

You let out a hum, stepping over a tree branch that was laid out in front of your path.

"I mean, yes. I'd love to at least try! Only if it isn't a bother, of course."

"Sure. I've got plenty of time to spare. It's not like I do much as prince anyway." Taehyung reminded you, somewhat bitterly.

You offered him a sympathetic smile, "That all changes today."

Taehyung and you were taking a more discrete way into the village. As a little girl, you used to take this path often, as it offered a more scenic route back home. You were a fan of nature from the start after all.

"I hear people." Taehyung said after a while, the two of you having had been walking in comfortable silence.

You could hear the excited chatter of your village's people from not too far ahead. And as the two of you walked out onto the pavement of the town you once called home, you couldn't help but smile.

"They're preparing for the summer festival!" You told Taehyung excitedly, eyes running over the busying bodies.

Women and men alike all brushed past one another, arms carrying brightly colors fabrics and other miscellaneous decorations. Children marched behind their parents happily, hands swinging at their sides in time to whatever song laid in their heads.

Taehyung said nothing, eyes wide as he took in the busy market and its people, trailing behind you as you walked.

You were headed toward your family’s old pharmacy. Back when both your family worked there, it served as both a clinic and pharmacy; your mother mainly in charge of pharmacy while your father also worked part-time treating injuries. When your mother passed away, your father reached out your family friend, Dhruv, to help out, along with putting you to work. With both you and your father now working at the castle, the pharmacy had fallen ownership to Dhruv and his family.

“It isn’t that much longer until we reach–”

You turned to speak to Taehyung, only to realize he wasn’t beside you.

You halted your steps, turning around in alarm, lifting up onto your toes to search for the prince’s dark locks.

Your eyes flickered back in forth in panic before they locked onto Taehyung’s concerned ones, standing a few feet back. You opened your mouth to call his name out in relief, but stopped yourself, realizing that even if no one knew what the prince looked like, screaming out his name in the middle of a busy market still probably wasn’t the smartest of ideas.

“Thought I lost you there for a second.” You sighed once Taehyung was in earshot.

“Sorry! I got distracted by everything that’s going on.” He apologized with a lopsided grin as he finally reached you.

You rolled your eyes, a small smirk on your lips, “Gosh, you’re like an excited little kid. You’d better shape up or I’ll make you hold my hand.”

At your words, Taehyung’s eyes widened in surprise, “Hold your hand?”

Immediately, you realized how what you had just said could be misconstrued. You let out a nervous laugh, arms waving in front of you dismissively.

"N-Not in a romantic sense, of course! I just meant so you wouldn't keep falling behind. It’s what mothers do with children that wander! I– Sorry, that was a really stupid joke, just pretend like I didn't say anything–"

Your rambling was cut off by the feeling of Taehyung's large hand intertwining with yours, leaving you speechless.

“I don’t mind if you don’t." He grinned lopsidedly, squeezing his warm hand around yours.

A small noise of agreement left your throat as you turned away from the prince's twinkling eyes. Your face burned and your heart raced. He had taken it so easily, it threw you entirely off guard, and just to occupy your muddled mind, you began to point out the different shops and sellers of the market. Taehyung listened and responded attentively, for which you were grateful. Anything to keep his mind off how clammy your hand was with his holding it.

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“Dhruv!” You exclaimed excitedly as you stepped into the pharmacy, hand slipping from Taehyung’s.

The familiar man perked up at the sound of your voice, eyes widening in surprise as he took you in.

“Hey, look who came back!” Dhruv mused to himself, slipping out from behind the counter to wrap you up in a hug.

For the two years you lived in the village without your father, Dhruv had served as a father figure to you, helping you adjust to life on your own, not to mention helping you with boy troubles when your father couldn’t.

Taehyung watched in curiosity, leaning back against a wall by the pharmacy front door.

“You back for good?” Dhruv asked as the two of you pulled apart, causing you to laugh.

“Not quite. I came back to buy some seeds.”

The man and you continued to talk as he made his way back behind the counter, taking your order as he asked you questions about your new castle life.

“And who is Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome that you came in with?” Dhruv asked you, eyes flickering behind you. You looked over your shoulder to see Taehyung looking slightly out of place as if he wasn’t sure what to do.

“Come over here.” You beckoned him through a laugh.

Taehyung flashed you a sheepish look, moving to walk over to you.

“Forgive me, I didn’t want to interrupt the reunion.” He apologized, offering a charming smile.

“Nonsense! I’m tired of Y/N’s old face anyway, new faces are much more exciting.” Dhruv chuckled causing you to let out an offended laugh.

“It’s nice to meet you. I’m… Tae.” The prince introduced after slight deliberation. Dhruv made no reaction towards the nickname, clearly not connecting the stranger Tae as the prince Taehyung.

“Dhruv.” The pharmacist greeted.

Dhruv turned towards you, “Well, I’d offer you some of your favorite tea like we used to have every morning but I’m afraid there’s been a bit of a water shortage throughout the village lately.”

At his words, both you and Taehyung perked up in interest.

“Water shortage? We’ve never had a water shortage before have we?” You asked, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Oh, it’s been a while since the last one. Been about a month now.” The man sighed.

You could feel Taehyung physically tense at his words.

“Ah, no worries though. We just gotta get through the summer and things should go back to normal I think. Why don’t I run back and get you those seeds you asked for. On the house, of course.”

You let out a noise in surprise, “Oh please, Dhruv, no. Let me pay you–”

“Hush. You’re like family to me at this point. Besides I’m already moving so you can’t fight it.” The man mused, slipping into the back of the store with a wave.

“That man, I swear.” You shook your head with a huff.

“Twenty four.” Taehyung muttered to himself, causing you to look over at him.

“Pardon?”

Taehyung met your eyes, a small frown on his lips.

“If my family knew about this I would’ve heard about the water shortage by now. We have twenty-four fountains at the palace that spew water 24/7. I’ve been doing nothing while a whole village of my people has been going on thirsty. We don’t need that water, they do…” Taehyung gesturing towards where Dhruv had disappeared.

Taking in Taehyung’s bothered expression, you placed a hand onto his cheek as you offered him a sympathetic look in an effort to comfort him.

“That’s not your fault and you know it’s not. If the royal family didn’t know then there was no way you could have known.” You cooed softly.

Taehyung’s eyes met yours gently as he placed his hand over yours gratefully.

“Here we are!” Dhruv reemerged from the storage room, causing Taehyung and you to jump apart.

Taehyung’s face red and your voice shaking from being caught in such an intimate gesture, you accepted the seeds from Dhruv, thanking him profusely after he once again refused your money.

The three of you made small talk for a few minutes before Dhruv walked over towards another customer that had walked in. For a moment, Taehyung and you stood in front of the counter silently, as you looked down at what you were just given.

At the feeling of eyes aimed in his direction, Taehyung looked over to the pharmacy’s window only to see a man standing outside it, eyeing Y/N unabashedly.

"Y/N," Taehyung began lowly, causing you to look up at him, "there is a man staring at you from outside as if he's seen a ghost."

You turn towards the window in confusion, only to see the familiar face of your former lover.

"Oh shit." You breathed, looking away quickly.

"Who is he?" Taehyung pondered.

"My ex-boyfriend."

The chime of the door opening caused you to curse as it meant he had entered to greet you.

“Y/N!” The familiar voice called out, causing you to look up and greet the young man with a sheepish smile.

“Jungkook! How are you?” You greeted back, walking over to him.

Taehyung stayed leaning against the counter, eyeing the man called Jungkook skeptically, even more so when he wrapped his arms around you.

“I haven’t seen you in forever. I heard you’re living at the castle now?” Jungkook said as he broke the embrace.

“I am.” You nodded politely.

“I had to find out through Dhruv, you know. I came over here one day and he said you left.”

You flinched at his words, knowing that he would bring that up, “Ah, well. It all happened so suddenly. I’m sorry I didn’t get a chance to say goodbye.”

In all honesty, you had made it a point not to tell Jungkook goodbye. Although the break up was somewhat clean, it was quite apparent that Jungkook still harbored feelings for you as he never left you alone. You wanted to avoid the dramatic reaction from him to the news of you leaving to live at the castle.

“So you’re working for your father then? That’s fantastic.” He enthused.

“Oh, well, no.” You told him.

“Oh? What, did you not cut it out as a nurse?” Jungkook joked, causing you to frown slightly.

There wasn’t anything wrong with Jungkook really. You broke up with him simply because you realized you really didn’t harbor any romantic feelings towards him. His constant dismissal in your interest for herbology certainly did help with the breakup, however. He, like your father, always tried to encourage you into going into medicine, despite your constant reminders that you much rather study herbalism rather than anatomy.

“No, actually, I have no interest in becoming a nurse. I work as a court herbalist.” You corrected him politely albeit with a slight edge to your tone.

Having had sensed some tension between your and Jungkook’s interaction, Taehyung made his way over to you.

You jumped slightly as a hand intertwined itself with yours, but you relaxed as you realized it was just Taehyung.

“Hello. I don’t believe we’ve met.” Taehyung interjected boldly, causing Jungkook’s expression to harden slightly.

“No, I don’t believe we have.” Jungkook replied dryly, eyes flickering towards your intertwined hands momentarily.

“I’m Tae.”

“Jungkook.” The younger man nodded back. "Are you two–"

"Together? Yes." Taehyung cut Jungkook off, flashing him a smile that didn't meet his eyes.

"Oh," Jungkook responded, noticeably uncomfortable, "do you live at the palace, too?"

Taehyung nodded easily, "I do."

"Ah, so that's how you two met then. Are you an… herbalist as well?"

You turned to look at Taehyung, also curious as to what he might reply.

Taehyung held your eyes for a split second before turning back to Jungkook.

"I work under the prince actually." He lied smoothly.

"Damn. I couldn't imagine waiting on someone's beck and call. Much less some stuck-up prince."

"Oh yeah, it's awful. He's a real asshole." Taehyung mused, causing you to snort.

Taehyung and you shared a knowing look, finding humor in the entire situation.

Jungkook nodded as if he figured as much before offering Taehyung a tight-lipped smile.

"Well, I'm sure Y/N is trying to show you all around the village so I won't keep you both any longer." Jungkook cleared his throat. "It was good to see you again, Y/N."

"Likewise." You told him with a small smile.

Jungkook turned towards Taehyung and after an awkward beat of silence, offered him a polite nod before slipping out of the pharmacy.

Taehyung's eyes narrowed immediately, "I don't like him."

You let out a laugh.

"Jungkook is harmless. Kind of insufferable, but mainly harmless."

"Any chance you have some sort of natural laxative on you that'll make him shit himself for days that we can offer him before we head back?"

"Sorry to disappoint, but I don't make it a habit to carry poisons around with me." You rolled your eyes, a grin present.

"Shame." Taehyung teased, brushing his shoulder into yours jokingly.

Consequently, the prince’s eyes fall onto his hand, and his cheeks pinked as he realized he was still holding your hand. He let go immediately.

"Sorry." He apologized, clearing his throat awkwardly.

Holding your hand felt oddly natural and up until now, he had forgotten entirely that your hand was in his.

To his surprise, you bit down onto your lip, moving to take his hand into yours.

"Don't be. After all, we’re together, remember?” You teased, referring to how Taehyung had lied about you and him being a couple to ward off Jungkook. “I have a feeling we're going to have to use that cover more than once today."

Taehyung felt a weird feeling of elation run through him. He liked the idea that he could hold your hand freely, if only for today.

Instead of expressing that, however, he raised an eyebrow up dramatically.

"How many exes do you have?" He accused, jokingly.

You rolled your eyes.

"That’s not what I meant. Couples attract less attention, you know. Public displays of affection make people uncomfortable. You saw how Jungkook quickly left after he saw us holding hands." You told him.

"Hmm. I suppose you have a point." He offered, before throwing you a skeptical glare. "You still didn't answer my question."

You gave him a pointed look, despite the fact that the sides of your mouth tugged upwards.

"Come on." You sang, tugging your boyfriend for the day out the door.

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The sun had just begun to set on your small town; just as well as you and Taehyung had grown tired from your afternoon adventure. You had taken him everywhere you thought he might enjoy: the springs, the farmhouse, the local theatre, your old house. And as the two of you walked down the cobbled stone of the now significantly less crowded market, you reminisced on your day and planned your next journey.

“We could go to Tanbarun next!” Taehyung offered excitedly. “There’s an elderly lady who always offers me bread and milk whenever she sees me.”

“I’ve never been to Tanbarun.” You confessed, excited at the prospect of traveling out of your small village.

To your surprise, Taehyung grabbed your hand and spun you around, causing you to let out an elated giggle.

“They’ve got the best gardens, Y/N. I can’t wait for you to see them, you’ll drool all over yourself.” The prince teased, clearly in a playful mood.

You rolled your eyes at what he was suggesting.

“While the thought of new plants and flowers excite me, I will not be drooling.” You defended, as you walked past two men that were headed in the opposite direction of you and Taehyung.

“...royal guard.”

The words flew past your ears so fleetingly that you almost swore you had imagined it, but you turned towards the conversing men that had walked past you regardless.

“What’s wrong?” Taehyung’s voice rang out from behind you, confused as to why you had turned around.

“I think they said something about seeing a royal guard?” You told him, eyeing the backs of the men as they walked.

“What?” Taehyung’s turned back at the direction the men had come from.

“Shit.”

You didn’t even have the chance to turn around to see what the prince was referring to when his hand found yours and he began to tug you forward, back down the way you had just come from.

“Woah– What’s happened?” You exclaimed, causing Taehyung to sent you a panicked ‘We have to go.’

You struggled to keep up with his pace and didn’t even register the sound of horse feet trailing somewhere behind you.

Glancing over your shoulder, you let out at a gasp at the sight of a royal guard perched upon a white horse, the royal family’s crest printed on the side of the horse rug. The horse trotted forward as the guard’s eyes rolled over the market, clearly haven’t seen Taehyung yet.

The guards were no doubt sent out for him by now, his absence at the meeting serving as proof of his disappearance.

You turned back around, heart pounding. You didn’t want Taehyung to get in trouble; you shouldn’t have agreed to sneak out with him in the first place, the least you could do is help him get back home unnoticed.

“There!” You pointed towards the small alleyway just up ahead to the right of you. If you remembered correctly, there was a dumpster tucked away that you both could hide behind. It wasn’t an ideal situation but it was the only one you could come up with given your circumstances.

You pull Taehyung into the alleyway by the hand and nearly curse again once you saw that the small alleyway was not only a dead end but was empty of anything you could possibly hide behind.

Heart in your throat, you poked your head out to view the main road.

“Dammit, dammit, dammit.” You chanted at the sight of the royal guard only a couple feet away.

You bit down onto your lip.

It was pointless; the guard was going to peer into the alleyway and see Taehyung and you standing here helplessly.

“Y/N, it’s okay. This is my problem, not yours. I’ll tell them I made you go with me.” The prince told you, eyebrows furrowed.

If Taehyung was trying to comfort you, it was pointless as the sound of a horse just seconds away from approaching had all your attention.

Suddenly, an idea entered your mind and before you could think to second guess it, you yanked Taehyung’s hood over his head and pulled him into you, your lips finding his.

Taehyung froze in place, a small noise of surprise erupting from the back of his throat.

You pressed your eyes shut, focusing on what you could hear. At the sound of the guard beside you, you wrapped an arm around his neck, hoping to imitate a couple intertwined in an intimate embrace.

Taehyung placed a hand on your waist, still completely dumbfounded, and at the sound of the guard riding past the two of you, you finally pull away.

Your eyes meet Taehyung’s immediately. They mirrored yours; wide and in disbelief, as if neither of you could believe what you had just done.

“I…I just remembered how public displays of affection make people uncomfortable. Um, my thought process was that if he saw us kissing and couldn’t see who you were then he’d just look away and keep going.” You rambled, voice shaking slightly as what you had done finally hit you. “S-Sorry.”

Taehyung just nodded at you silently, muttering a small thank you as his entire face turned bright red.

The journey back to the castle was a painful one, both unable to take your mind off the unexpected kiss. Awkward attempts of small talk plagued the ride back and you wanted to bury yourself into the ground.

When you finally arrived back at the castle and exchanged your uncomfortable goodbyes, you nearly ran towards your room, burying your face into your pillow as you replayed the moment over and over, crippling embarrassment overtaking you.

And when nighttime finally rolled around and Taehyung requested tea, you sent a maid over in your place, choosing to avoid the very face that was burned etched permanently into your mind.

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A week had passed since you last spoke to the prince. You had managed to avoid him for the most part, still unable to face him after what you had pulled back in the village. You threw yourself into work, the distraction serving as solace for your flustered heart.

It wasn’t until after your kiss did you realize you held feelings for Taehyung. Speaking to him, holding his hand, everything felt natural when you were with him. He made you feel good about yourself and you wanted so deeply for him to feel the same way about himself. You believed in him blindly and you couldn’t even focus on how foolish you were to fall for a prince with the memory of his lips against yours still haunting you.

You let out a frustrated sigh, your footsteps echoing across the corridor as you walked across it.

You were in a terrible mood; word of your excursion with the prince had somehow made it way across the castle, and you had once again overheard those nasty Countesses speaking about you.

“Did you hear what she’s done now?”

“She took Prince Taehyung back to her village on some secret rendezvous.”

“Not just the royal tea girl is she? Now she’s become the prince’s royal bed warmer.”

Their condescending tones lingered on your mind and you grew angrier as time went by. You had walked away before you heard anymore, but the damage was done. You had taken Taehyung out to the village so that he could learn about one of the places in his kingdom so that he could help it. Not that the Countesses would care about that. It didn’t matter what you did, the people of this castle would always look down on you.

A hand wrapping around your wrist pulled you from your thoughts, and you turned around to meet Taehyung’s worried eyes.

He had been on his way to the royal infirmary to speak to your father when he saw you walking. He had called your name multiple times, but the distracted look on your face told him you hadn’t even registered his calls.

He knew you had been avoiding him, no doubt in response to feeling embarrassment over what happened in that alleyway. But a week had passed and he couldn’t go another day without speaking to you. If he had done something to upset you, then he wanted to fix it.

“What?” You snapped, too caught up in your anger to watch your tone.

“Woah… I just wanted to say hello. We haven’t spoken in a week…” Taehyung defended, raising his arms up as if to show he meant no harm. “Is something wrong?”

You let out a breath. You didn’t want to talk to Taehyung if you were being honest. You were too annoyed by what the countesses had said to think about your shared kiss, but it was still frustrating to see the face of the man you liked, knowing he didn’t like you back.

“Nothing.” You huffed, “Just some snarky comment made by the Countesses. Again.”

“What did they say?”

You stared at him for a moment, contemplating whether or not to tell him.

You let out a scoff as you replayed their conversation in your head.

“They assumed I was… They called me your royal bed warmer.” You said with a deep frown, your anger bubbling within you with every word you spoke.

Taehyung’s eyes widened in surprise, “The royal what?”

“Apparently you and I going out to see your kingdom constitutes into me whoring it out for you.” You huffed.

“For nobility, they sure aren't ladylike.” Taehyung joked, hoping to make you laugh. It proved pointless, however, as your sour mood didn't ease up.

“They're so contradictory. They always stress that I’m the royal tea girl, that I'm just some commoner. If that's the case then what business does a prince have sleeping with me?” You exclaimed with a flail of your arms.

“Y/N.” The prince tried.

“I get that they’re in the court but what do they gain from kicking me down? I’m already below them in rank, which is so important to them as it's all they talk about. Bunch of royal bitches!”

“Y/N, relax.” Taehyung laughed, causing you to scowl.

“I am relaxed!” You snapped, crossing your arms over your chest.

Taehyung took a step towards you, eyes fixated on the unrelenting pout you wore.

“Why do you care what they think anyway?” He inquired, his hands pulling at your crossed arms.

Your arms fell to your sides and your eyes widened as Taehyung’s large hands ran down the lengths of your arms before intertwining his hands with yours.

“I-I don’t.” You countered, voice high as his sudden gesture caught you off guard. Your eyes flickered to focus on the wall behind Taehyung, away from the prince’s unwavering stare.

“Really? Kind of sounds like you do.” He teased and you could hear the smirk he wore just by his tone. Your eyes snapped back to meet his.

“Why do you care if I care? You’re meant to be on my side.” You pouted despite knowing how childish you sounded.

Taehyung raised his eyebrows in amusement, dragging a thumb over the top of one of the hands he held.

“Am I?”

“Y-Yes. It’s what friends do.” Your voice felt weak. Having Taehyung this close to you, touching you as if it was something as casual as breathing was laboring your own.

And as if your heart wasn’t struggling enough to pump oxygen throughout your body, it nearly stopped all together the moment Taehyung leaned into you.

Wait... was he going to kiss you?!

A single thump of your heart was the last thing you heard before you pressed your eyes shut, your body shrinking slightly.

“I thought you were just my bed warmer.” Taehyung’s warm voice purred into your ear, causing your eyes to fling open in surprise.

You pulled your hands back from Taehyung’s grip, pressing them against the laughing prince’s chest and you pushed him away from you.

You let out a small noise of disdain, hands clutched against your chest. Your heart ran a mile a minute, and you couldn’t come up with a reply if you wanted to.

“I’m sorry.” Taehyung laughed, clearly amused at your reaction.

You turned your burning face away from the giggling prince, hardly hearing his boisterous laughs through the sound of your heart pounding in your ears.

You thought he was going to kiss you. Of course, he wasn’t going to kiss you. Why would he want to kiss you?

Embarrassment sunk into you as you realized how foolish you were to think that Taehyung might like you like that.

You turned on your heel, quickly walking away from the dark-haired prince.

“Y/N? Woah, I’m sorry. I was just teasing.” You heard Taehyung say, accompanied quickly by footsteps behind you.

“It wasn’t funny.” You deadpanned, continuing forwards, tears forming in your eyes. You heard Taehyung freeze, his footsteps silencing as he stood in place silently, watching you walk away.

As embarrassed as you were, it was the fact that you had wanted Taehyung to kiss you that hurt. It was foolish– you were foolish. Falling for a prince when you were no more than a servant was so incredibly stupid. You didn’t know how you had let it happen, but you knew that you knew better.

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"Father, do you have any band-aids on you before I go bother the nurses?" You started, slipping into your father's office.

You took a seat on his desk, a habit of yours he didn't appreciate very much.

Your father let out a sigh, looking up from the newspaper he had been reading before you barged into his office.

"White medicine cabinet, third drawer." He told you from his seat, eyeing the area of his desk you were perched upon as if to tell you to get up.

"Thank you!" You sang, hopping down onto your feet.

You were in a great mood today. Your last exchange with Taehyung was two days ago and had left you feeling sad and trapped within the palace, where you could run into him at any moment.

So this morning, you took it upon yourself to travel back into the village, this time to shop and spend time with the people there you cared about. Your mood was instantly lifted, the sun was out and warmed your skin deliciously, and it had really put things into perspective for you.

Everything you were upset about, the kiss, the Countesses, Taehyung, none of that couldn't be overlooked. The kiss would eventually become something you'd look back on and laugh at. The Countesses didn't take away from the fact that you were still at the royal castle studying under brilliant herbalists and you were working in a field you loved.

And as for the heart-wrenching feelings towards the prince that you carried... well, you could at least be grateful for the relationship you had with him, even if it was solely platonic.

Well, being that the two of you were even still friends that is...

Pulling the drawer open, you pulled out a band-aid. As pathetic as it sounded, you had accidentally given yourself a stupidly deep paper cut. Thankfully, you had some anti-bacterial cream on you when it happened, but seeing as you were going to need to use your hands the remainder of the day, you wanted to cover the wound.

As you wrapped it around your finger, you couldn't help but notice that the one medical bed your father's office held was hidden by the privacy curtains that hung around it.

You frowned.

"Why are the curtains drawn together?" You inquired.

As far as you know, the curtains were only used whenever someone was using the bed and being examined. But seeing as your father was sat at his desk reading a newspaper, you were fairly certain that wasn't the case.

"Oh... No reason." Your father told you, his tone entirely unconvincing.

You hummed, holding your father's eyes challengingly.

"Leave it." He warned as if reading your mind.

"Too late, my curiosity has been piqued." You shrugged moving toward the curtain.

"Y/N–"

A pair of panicked eyes met yours as you pulled back the white material of the curtain.

"Tae?" You said out loud, your head tilting in confusion.

"Doc," Taehyung whined, head turning towards your father, "what happened to not letting anyone know I was here?"

The doctor merely shrugged, "Not my fault I have the world's most inquisitive daughter."

"This is a good thing. Y/N told me the two of you are friends, she can keep you company and keep watch as I go and get some dinner." He continued, standing up from his chair.

At your father's words, you cringed slightly. You didn't need Taehyung knowing you spoke about him to your father.

You could feel Taehyung staring at you, and you made it a point not to look at him.

"You don't mind, do you?" Your father asked, causing you to open your mouth to speak, only to shut it again.

Ideally, no you didn't want to be left alone with Taehyung, but you supposed it was about time to make amends with him.

"Of course not."

Your father gave you a grateful nod, "I leave him in your capable hands then."

And with that, Taehyung and you were left alone. Silence ran over you both for few moments before you cleared your throat.

"Why are you hiding in my father's office?" You began, hoping to strike up a conversation.

Taehyung flashed you a guilty look, "There are some people here that my father wants me to meet so I begged your father to let me hide here instead."

"I thought you weren't going to avoid your prince duties?" You teased lightly.

He scrunched up his nose at you.

"More like avoiding my father's poor attempts of matchmaking." Taehyung huffed, causing your heart to pang slightly. You smiled despite it.

“You look nice– Your hair, I mean.” He clarified quickly, in case it made you uncomfortable. Your hair was pulled back into braids and he could see the pretty flowers that had been intertwined into them. You looked beautiful. Your skin looked radiant from a day out in the sun and your lips wore some kind of pink tint he hadn’t seen you wear before.

You offered him a small smile.

“Oh. Thank you. Some girls in the village did it for me.” You explained, rubbing your thumb

Taehyung gave an impressed nod.

“I heard what you did. Getting the king to agree to cut off the water that fed the castle ground fountains and redirecting it to the village, I mean. The villagers told me and they're all very grateful to you.” You continued, biting down onto your lip. Taehyung’s eyes fell to your mouth for just a moment before he looked back up to flash you a smile.

“I would’ve never been able to help them if it weren’t for you.” He told you earnestly and you couldn’t help but return his smile back at him.

Suddenly his smile dropped, a serious expression coming over him.

“I miss you.” He spoke through a blush, catching you off guard.

“Tae–” You began.

“I miss talking to you and spending time with you. I miss you getting all flustered when I tease you and I miss being able to make you laugh. I miss the way you have to take a few moments to recover every time you ride Yeontan because you don’t handle heights well. I miss seeing you covered in dirt almost every time I see you. I miss having you by my side.” Taehyung took a shaky breath, wiping his sweaty palms onto his pants. “Also... I suck at making tea.”

You knew he was being sincere and candid, but his last words took you by surprise and before you knew it you were laughing. Taehyung stared at you cautiously, unsure of what to make of your response.

“I’m... sorry.” You apologized through laughter, feeling bad for laughing at him but god, he was so endearing.

“I really put my feelings out there, you know. You laughing at me is incredibly ego damaging.” Taehyung huffed before a chuckle of his own broke through his lips.

And for a lovely moment, the two of you stood together laughing, the happy atmosphere almost tangible.

“I missed you too.” You told him shyly causing Taehyung’s heart to skip a beat.

Taehyung grinned, “Any chance you know of a ‘Thank god we're friends again' tea that you’d be willing to share with me tonight?”

You stared at the prince for a moment. The way he smiled up at you from his seat took your breath away still, just like it always did. His smile felt like the summer and it warmed you from head to toe.

You let yourself bask in it for a few seconds longer before grinning mischievously at him.

“It just so happens I do.”

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"Of all the tea's you've made me, this has to be my favorite." Taehyung told you, taking another sip from his cup before grimacing slightly.

You laughed at his gesture, contrasting with his words. You felt slightly tipsy, a consequence of the alcohol you had mixed in with the chamomile tea.

"I'm serious!" He defended causing you to roll your eyes.

"Mixing the alcohol with tea was kind of a spur of the moment decision. Just say you hate it like I do."

“Hey, I happen to like gin. It tastes like Christmas trees.” Taehyung grinned. You raised an eyebrow, laughing softly.

“Have you eaten a Christmas tree before?” You inquired, grabbing both of your teacups off the bed and placing it onto the tea tray you had placed on Taehyung’s nightstand. You weren't going to force him to drink any more of the atrocious concoction, you decide as you grab the bottle of gin you had brought with you. You handed him the bottle.

“No.” He shrugged, taking a swig of gin. He handed you back the bottle eagerly, bringing a hand to wipe at his mouth.

You took your own sip, grimacing slightly as the alcohol made it’s way down your throat.

The familiar feeling of Taehyung's stare burning against your skin washed over you.

"You're doing that thing again."

"What thing?" He blinked at you.

"The thing where you stare at me wordlessly." You reminded him.

Taehyung shrugged, "I like looking at you. Looking at you is like looking at everything that is good and right in the world."

"Wha– Are you drunk?" You laughed, taken aback at his words.

"Getting there." He confessed through a cheesy smile.

It was strange. How on paper an irresponsible prince and a headstrong herbalist seemed like an odd match, but sat on Taehyung's bed, exchanging gin induced laughter, it all seemed to make perfect sense to you.

“Mm,” Taehyung said suddenly, a hand resting on his cheek.

“Everything okay?” You asked, blinking curiously.

“I'm warm.” He said.

You frowned, “Bad warm?”

"No. Drunk warm."

"Oh, yes! Gin will make you warm.” You nodded. “Tea, too!”

You had reached the point where conversations hardly held anything of substance, not that either minded.

“Are you warm?” Taehyung inquired out loud, almost as if to himself.

Before you could think to respond, one of his hands found your face, his palm cupping your cheek.

“You feel hot, Y/N.” Taehyung exclaimed with wide eyes.

Your heart skipped a beat, as your feelings for Taehyung suddenly hit you once again. Your eyes fell to the bed you both sat on, his large hand caressing your cheek not helping you out temperature wise.

“You were warm that day, too.” Taehyung hummed, causing you to look up at him in confusion.

“Huh?” You responded intelligently, unable to think past the feeling of his thumb stroking your cheek.

“The day you kissed me. You were warm that day too.”

All words left your throat. Your heart was beating so loudly that you feared Taehyung might be able to hear it if he listened closely enough.

And to your surprise, Taehyung leaned into you, before pausing in front of your face, embarrassingly close. The hand that was once on your cheek fell down to your neck loosely as he moved.

“Tae?” You questioned. You weren't sure if it was the alcohol or Taehyung’s proximity but you felt dizzy and flushed.

No response came from the prince as his mouth found yours, the soft warm flesh of his lips stilling you.

You placed a hand against Taehyung's thigh, holding onto the limb to steady you.

"Sorry." He apologized as his mouth broke away from yours, only to kiss you again.

A small noise left the back of your throat in response, reeling in the feeling. But before you could think to deepen the kiss, Taehyung pulled away.

“I miss you. But I don't miss being just friends. Fuck, it isn’t enough anymore.” He breathed. Leaning over, he pressed an opened mouth kiss onto your neck.

You let out a gasp, hands reaching out to grip onto the sides of his shirt.

His mouth was gentle, showering your exposed flesh with adoring kisses.

There was so much you wanted to say, yet you struggled to formulate a single word as he pressed his hot tongue against your neck.

Taehyung could hear your pounding heart against his mouth and the small whine you let out only spurred him on more.

“Hot.” Was all you could muster up as a response. Taehyung pulled away from your neck in confusion.

“Y-Your tongue, I mean. It’s hot.” You muttered embarrassedly, not meaning to cause Taehyung to stop.

“Bad hot?” Taehyung said with a tilt of his head, mimicking the question you had asked him just a few minutes ago.

You shook your head ‘no’ rapidly, eager to fix the mistake you had made. Your reservations lowered by the alcohol in your system and with the memory of Taehyung’s tongue spurring you on, you pressed your mouth to the prince’s.

Taehyung was quick to push you back onto the length of his bed, situating himself in between your legs.

His tongue found yours finally and you almost moaned at the feeling. It moved against yours sinfully and you knew you were ruined, wrapping your legs around his hips, inviting him to roll them into you.

“Wait, wait,” Taehyung said through a heavy breath, having had broken the kiss. You frowned at his words, choosing instead to run your fingers through his dark hair that you liked so much and bring his mouth back onto yours.

Taehyung let out a growl, hand finding your jaw as he gave in to your desires and kissed you the way you wanted him to. His teeth had found purchase onto your swollen bottom lip when he pulled away once more.

You let out a whine. You didn't mean to be this needy but you couldn't help it now that the two of you had gotten this far. You lifted your head to kiss him once again, but this time Taehyung lifted entirely off you, sitting back on his heels, your legs on either side of him.

“No, baby, this isn’t how I want to have you. I don’t want to fuck you in some drunken spur of the moment thing.” He shook his head as if to clear it.

You couldn’t help but pout at his words.

“Don’t look at me like that.” He sighed.

“Like what?” You sulked.

“Like I’m some sort of monster for denying you sex.”

You tut your tongue, “‘It’s ‘cause you are.”

And then Taehyung leaned over and kissed you, not because he intended to fuck you, but because you were so damn cute that he would lose his damn mind if he didn’t.

You took advantage of his moment of weakness, wrapping an arm around him to pull him into you so you could deepen the kiss.

Taehyung let out a dark chuckle at your feeble attempts to seduce him. He broke the kiss, his hand coming up to fiddle with the button of your blouse.

"Hmm,” he hummed lowly, “you’re desperate for my cock, aren’t you?”

It was as if some sort of switch had been flipped, the usually light-hearted prince's aura suddenly grown dominant and commanding.

You let out a small groan at his words, taken aback by how much your body had reacted to his words.

Taehyung didn’t miss your reaction, however, his eyes darkening as they peered down at you through his dark bangs.

“Take your shirt off.” He demanded, his tone authoritative.

You complied quickly, your underwear dampening embarrassingly at his shift in mood.

At the sight of your pretty white bra, Taehyung visibly shifted, his cock growing increasingly uncomfortable tucked away in his clothes.

“So fucking beautiful.” He sighed, voice low and smooth, fingertips trailing down the outer side of one of your thighs.

“Please touch me.” You whimpered, causing Taehyung’s eyes to snap back onto your face, a smirk pulling at his lips.

“Who knew my pretty little girl was such a pretty little slut?”

“Tae…” You protested, unable to meet his eyes for any longer.

“I know, baby. I know.” He cooed, as his leaned over and pulled your bra up over your breasts.

A soft noise slipped through your lips as his wrapped his around your soft bud, his hot tongue taking its time to torture it. His other hand found your other breast, thumb rolling over the nipple in a pattern at mimicked his tongue.

Unable to hold back for any longer, you rolled your hips up to his, and to your utter relief, he met your motions, his hard cock pressing against your drenched center deliciously.

“Oh, fuck.” You purred as he rutted himself against your panty clad clit, causing you to grip onto his back, trying desperately not to dig your nails into him.

Your nipple was released with a soft ‘pop’ and before you could register what had happened, Taehyung ran his hot tongue along the side of your neck.

“Wanna fuck you so bad. Fuck, I bet you feel amazing.”

“P-Please.” You begged, a low whine emerging from the base of your throat, your hips still meeting every rut of Taehyung’s desperately. It was bliss but it was momentary and all you could think about was what it would feel like to have his hot, thick cock sinking into you and rocking into you with the same ardor he held now.

Taehyung took the skin of your neck between his teeth, letting out a noise of disapproval.

“Oh, you’re not getting my cock, baby. No matter how much you need and beg for it.”

Your eyes widened. He wasn’t going to fuck you?

God, you could burst into tears right now. He had you so wound up and you couldn't even fathom not getting the release you so desperately needed.

“Spread your legs for me.” Taehyung said, pressing a final kiss against the base your neck.

Face warm, you complied, pulling your legs apart.

You could feel the fabric that was slick with your arousal move against your most intimate area slightly as you moved, and you bit down onto your bottom lip from letting out an embarrassing noise.

Taehyung was quick to move, running two fingers down the length of your inner thigh.

You flinched as he ran his fingers across the wet fabric of your panties, pressing into the fabric in a way that had you bucking your hips up.

"Fuck, no teasing." You cried, pressing your eyes shut as his thumb found your aching clit.

His mouth had once again found your breast as if he wasn't able to get enough of you.

And when he finally slipped his hand into your panties, you couldn't stop the whimper that rolled off your tongue.

His long digits toyed with your wet center, his middle finger teasing your entrance.

"You're fucking soaked. You need my fingers fucking into you? Don’t you?"

He was cruel. Even if he wasn't going fuck you like you wanted, he wanted to hear you beg for him. He liked the idea that you were dependent on him, that he was the only one who could give you what you wanted.

"Yes, god, yes I need your fingers!" You cried out, unable to register your embarrassment thanks to the feeling of Taehyung's long finger sinking into you.

Your hips moved on their own according, meeting Taehyung's motions messily.

You had assumed Taehyung was well versed when it came to affairs of the sexual kind. He was constantly escaping into the arms of his kingdom, there had to be more than a couple of instances where those arms became more than just figurative ones. So for him to be seen in his element during this kind of activity didn’t surprise you.

But this was ridiculous; he read your body like a damn book, rolling his fingers deep and hard into you only to pull back when you grew too close to your release.

High pitched whines and profanities left your mouth and you could feel your sanity slipping away as Taehyung edged you mercilessly.

Every time you opened your mouth to protest, he silenced you with his own mouth, kissing you hotly and nulling your thoughts.

His thumb rolled over your clit, the sensation nearly pushing you to the edge, but once again, he pulled away just before you could cum.

"Tae, please. No more. I can't– I need to cum." You sobbed, thighs and voice trembling.

Taehyung pressed a kiss down on your chest, enjoying the obscene sounds that came from where he was finger fucking you.

His eyes met you teary ones, "Hmm, I'll let you cum under one condition."

"God, anything!" You hissed, a loud moan escaping you.

"Go out with me." He smirked, adding in another finger.

You nearly asked Taehyung to repeat himself, unable to believe what he had just said. Was he joking?

At the feeling of Taehyung his fingers up inside you, your back arched, breath robbed from you momentarily.

"Are you, ah fuck, serious?" You frowned, hand wrapping around the wrist of that hand that was the source of your agony. You wanted to punch him. If agreeing to go out with him was what you need in order for him to let you cum than you would have agreed to it yesterday.

"Mhm." He mused.

"Tae–" Your response cut off by a moan. "Fuck... yes, I'll go out with you."

Taehyung's thumb once again found your poor abused clit, not holding back in pressure like he had been before. He spared you no warning, his fingers once again curling up into you in a way that had you choking on your own sob. Your mouth fell ajar slightly as your eyes shut, your release finally blinding you.

You came with Taehyung's name on your tongue, small sounds of sobs following as you legs quivering in the aftermath of your release.

Once your orgasm had let down, you let out a hollow breath, blinking harshly as your vision returned to you spottily.

You had never cum that hard and you were still trying to make sense of it all; you hardly registered the sound of Taehyung trying to comfort you.

"Are you okay? Was that okay?" Taehyung asked you again as he pressed multiple chaste kisses to your cheek.

You attempted to pull yourself up onto your elbows, still breathing hard.

"You're a little shit." You finally spoke, sending an exhausted glare Taehyung's way.

Taehyung let out a laugh as he kissed you lightly.

You sighed at the feeling, and despite the turmoil you had just gone through, you found yourself trying to deepen the kiss, thoroughly addicted to the taste of him.

"Hold on." He chuckled, breaking the kiss. "I was serious earlier. I don't want this to be a spur of the moment thing. Forgiving me for the old-fashioned, but I am a prince and I should be courting you before I do something like that again. And I want you to agree because you want to, not just because the situation calls for it but because you like me. Because I like you, Y/N. A lot."

You couldn't help but fawn over the suddenly blushing prince, a complete contrast to the Taehyung that held you from your orgasm just moments ago.

"I like you, too." You confessed shyly.

A brilliant smile fell across Taehyung's face at your words, causing your heart to soar.

"So, you'll go out with me?" He questioned excitedly.

You giggled, "Yes, I'll go out with you."

"Oh, thank god. Guess that means I can stop pretending to like tea now."

You let out a surprise scoff, "Excuse you!"

Taehyung flashed you a cheeky grin as he moved to push you back against the bed, muttering an apology as he kissed you once again, a smile on both your faces.

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murkserious · 4 years

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They put a few coins in your hands to drop a baby in you’ – 265 stories of Haitian children abandoned by UN fathers

Marie* was 14 years old and enrolled in a Christian school when she met and became involved with Miguel, a Brazilian soldier working in Haiti as a UN peacekeeper. When she told him that she was pregnant with his baby, Miguel said he would help her with the child. But instead, he returned to Brazil. Marie wrote to him on Facebook but he never responded.

After learning that she was pregnant, Marie’s father forced her to leave the family home and she went to live with her sister. Her child is now four and Marie has yet to receive any support from the Brazilian military, an NGO, the UN or the Haitian state. Marie provides what she can for her son but she cannot afford to send him to school. She works for an hourly wage of 25 gourde (around 26 US cents or 20 UK pence) so that she and her son can eat. But she needs help with housing and paying for school fees.

Sadly, Marie’s experience is far from unique. In the summer of 2017, our research team interviewed approximately 2,500 Haitians about the experiences of local women and girls living in communities that host peace support operations. Of those, 265 told stories that featured children fathered by UN personnel. That 10% of those interviewed mentioned such children highlights just how common such stories really are.

The narratives reveal how girls as young as 11 were sexually abused and impregnated by peacekeepers and then, as one man put it, “left in misery” to raise their children alone, often because the fathers are repatriated once the pregnancy becomes known. Mothers such as Marie are then left to raise the children in settings of extreme poverty and disadvantage, with most receiving no assistance.

With regard to public health, it is undisputed, and now officially recognised by the UN, that peacekeepers also inadvertently introduced cholera to Haiti. More than 800,000 Haitians are known to have sought medical attention for cholera and at least 10,000 died from the disease.

Various media organisations have reported that minors were offered food and small amounts of cash to have sex with UN personnel, and MINUSTAH was linked to a sex ring that operated in Haiti with seeming impunity: allegedly, at least 134 Sri Lankan peacekeepers exploited nine children in a sex ring from 2004 to 2007. As a result of this story, reported by the Associated Press in 2017, MINUSTAH became a classic example of lack of appropriate response to allegations of sexual abuse. In the wake of this report, 114 peacekeepers were returned to Sri Lanka, but none were ever prosecuted or charged after repatriation.

that children born of war are often raised in single-parent families in precarious economic post-conflict settings. The association with the (absent) foreign father, along with birth out of wedlock, often result in stigma and discrimination for the children.

Yet little is known about the impact of being a mixed-race child fathered by peacekeepers. Even less is known about the experiences of the so-called “Petit MINUSTAH”, or Haitian-born children of foreign UN peacekeepers. This is one of the reasons we set out to bring to light the stories of those affected by the UN mission.

All day, I heard women who are complaining about the sexual violence that MINUSTAH did to them. And they had given them AIDS through sexual violence. There are also some of them who are pregnant.

There were not only stories of women and girls being sexually assaulted by MINUSTAH but also of men and boys being similarly abused. But in our research, sexual assault was in the minority of reported sexual encounters. Instead, our data highlighted a much more pervasive problem, albeit one that has been reported less in the media – transactional sex with UN personnel.

One married man from Cité Soleil described a common pattern in which women received small amounts of money in exchange for sex: “They come, they sleep with the women, they take their pleasures with them, they leave children in their hands, give them 500 gourdes.”

In other cases of transactional sex, women and girls received food in exchange for having sex with members of MINUSTAH, highlighting the extreme poverty that contributes to these sexual encounters. One male community member in Port Salut reported: “They had sex with the girls not even for money, it’s just for food, for one meal.”

Evolving relationships

Another narrative that has received far less attention in previous reports is how consensual sexual relations between members of MINUSTAH and local women evolve. In some instances, these were casual dating relationships that resulted in a pregnancy, as was the case in this story, shared by a man in Port Salut:

I had a sister who was dating a MINUSTAH soldier. My whole family knew about it, my mother as well as other people. She became pregnant … Ever since, my sister’s life is a mess.

We found that intimate relations with fair-skinned peacekeepers and having fair-skinned children were sometimes perceived as desirable. A woman in Leogane described “rumours” about girls having relationships with MINUSTAH and having their children because they “wanted these children to be beautiful”.

Regardless of whether the relationship was consensual or transactional in nature, particular patterns were noted in how and where the interactions took place. For instance, meeting on the beach or in a hotel was common, as in this story shared by a woman in Cité Soleil, about a friend of hers: “He used to go to the beach with her, now the white man paid for a hotel for her, the white man goes to the hotel with her, he comes to have sex with her.”

Also of great concern is that many of the mothers giving birth to and raising children fathered by UN peacekeepers were themselves adolescents and not old enough to give consent for sex. One woman in Cité Soleil told us:

I see a series of females 12 and 13 years old here. MINUSTAH impregnated and left them in misery with babies in their hands. The person has already had to manage a stressful, miserable life.

Abandonment

After learning of a resultant pregnancy, most shared stories indicated that the MINUSTAH personnel were repatriated by the UN. One woman in Port-Salut told us:

One of my sisters gave birth to a child of the MINUSTAH. My sister had a baby with him because she met him, fell in love with him, he took care of her, but you know, they were sent away. That is why he stopped sending her things.

A male participant in Hinche described a similar experience for a girl he knew, saying: “She was pregnant from a soldier of the MINUSTAH … [He] was moved from his station and left his post and was never seen again.”

After the departure of the peacekeeper fathers, most young women were left alone trying to raise the children in extreme poverty. Some described being fortunate enough to receive support from their families, although certainly not all.

The soldiers destroy these young girls’ futures by getting them pregnant with a couple of babies and abandoning them. Basically, these actions of the soldiers can have a negative impact on the society and on the country in general because these young girls could have been lawyers, doctors or anything that would have helped Haiti tomorrow … Now some of them are walking in the street, or in the flea market and other places with a basket over their head selling oranges, peppers, and other goods in order to raise children they have with the MINUSTAH soldiers.

In a few extreme cases, community members described women and girls who were left with little option other than to engage in further sex with peacekeepers in order to provide for the MINUSTAH children they were already raising. A man in Port-au-Prince shared one example:

He left her in misery because when he used to have sex with her it was for little money, now his term reaches its end, he goes and leaves her in misery, and then now she has to redo the same process so she can provide meals to her child, can’t you understand.

There were many requests in the stories we collected for MINUSTAH and the Haitian authorities to help support these children. One man in Port-Salut stated his request very clearly: “I would like to ask the head of MINUSTAH to take responsibility for the children of MINUSTAH members … We are just doing what we can but you cannot raise children like this…”

In many cases, the power differential between foreign peacekeepers and local populations allows foreigners, knowingly or unknowingly, to exploit local women and girls. The prevalence of transactional sex in our data underscores the significance of the structural imbalances – peacekeepers have access to some of the resources that are desired or needed by the local population and so they are in a strong position to exchange those for sex.

While many of the stories cited above were collected in Port Salut and Cité Soleil, similar narratives were shared across all interview sites in Haiti and the phenomena described are not unique to the Haitian context. Our preliminary work in the Democratic Republic of Congo suggests a comparable situation.

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Defying Gravity

Inspired by @noona-clock‘s “EXO as Royal Princes”

Pairing: Do Kyungsoo x You

Genre: AU

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: None

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It was happening. It was actually happening. After so many years of hard work and dedication, it was happening. A knighting ceremony. It wasn’t unusual, a knighting ceremony, but this one was extra special. And for more than one reason.

This was the first time Prince Kyungsoo would be conducting the ceremony. Prince Kyungsoo was a lover of great literature. He’s read all the classics and everything new. He was well educated and was proud of it.

The second reason this knighting ceremony was special was whom it was being held for. The daughter of a lowly nobleman, the sister of four brothers, the youngest of five. So much competition for the limelight. So many things to compete for. A young professor whom had many published, highly acclaimed works. Your father was ecstatic, your brothers less so.

You stood outside the Great Hall, staring at the polished, wooden door. It went really really well with the marble flooring. Dark oak against white marble. You would have gone a faded mahogany, but it’s not your palace. Instead, you focused on the swirls and lines, steadying your breathing. There was nothing to be nervous about, but the butterflies in your stomach didn’t seem to care. You heard footsteps approaching, but you focused on the door, concentrating on your breathing. The footsteps stopped.

“Miss?” a deep voice called. It was pleasant to listen to, like one of those ASMR’s, but you couldn’t worry about some guy with a nice voice. “Miss, are you alright? Do you need something?”

“I’m fine sir, just waiting,” you told him.

“Waiting for what?” the voice inquired. You rolled your eyes. Why was he being so nosy?

“Not your concern,” you informed him. You heard a scoff. “No offense, but unless you’re my family or the royal family, it’s not your concern.” There was a deafening pause.

You almost turned around when he spoke again, “You’re right.” The footsteps retreated and you let out a sigh of relief. You shook all thoughts of him out of your head and focused on the event ahead.

Horns blared, signaling the start of your knighting ceremony. The doors opened and you stepped through. Multiple important people (nobles, doctors, lawyers, and professors) stood on either side of you, lining the walls. The Prince stood at the end of the aisle, hands clasped behind his back.

You approached him slowly, eyes traveling just past his head. Your heels tapped off the marble, echoing through the crowded room. Now you had a legitimate reason to be nervous. The Prince was beyond handsome. It wouldn’t hurt if he smiled. He had nice, plump, heart-shaped lips.

Stop. No. Bad Y/N. He was the freakin’ Prince. You couldn’t be having those types of thoughts about your monarch. They’d have your head. Not literally, but you can’t be making up such thoughts! Pull it together! You stopped before Prince Kyungsoo and knelt. You watched out the corner of your eye as he grabbed his sword. You swallowed thickly, exhaling slowly.

“Lady Y/N L/N.” Wait… oh no. “For your great contributions to our kingdom’s literature and positive influence on our culture.” You knew that voice. “I hereby dub thee, Dame Y/N L/N.”

The blade was cold and heavy against your shoulders as you knelt there completely embarrassed. You rose, turning to face the other nobles. They applauded, unaware of how stupid you were feeling.

The celebration helped take your mind off what had happened before the ceremony. It was an honest mistake. You weren’t paying attention to who was talking. You were trying not to have a panic attack! It’s not like you were trying to get smart with the Prince.

The celebration lifted your spirits. There was a giant feast and dancing. Cooked lamb and sweat filled your nose as you stood against the wall, sipping your wine and watching your brothers attempt to flirt with the ladies of the court. You found it quite pathetic, the way they threw themselves at women. But, not everything was like the books, and unfortunately, your brothers chose not to read. You were listening to a particular conversation when you almost snorted your wine when you heard what your brother said to one of the ladies.

“That’s not very ladylike,” came a familiar voice.

You turned around and there was Prince Kyungsoo, standing behind your looking pleased with himself. You closed your eyes, pulling your mouth into a thin line. Great, you just made yourself look like a complete idiot in front of the prince for a second time. Today was going great.

“Your Royal Highness,” you greeted curtseying. You stood up, licking your lips, trying to find something to say.

“A lost for words I see,” he jested. “I thought authors were never at a lost.” He smiled, a nice smile. His lips really did look like a heart. It was almost supernatural. You brought eyes back to his, trying to make it seem like you weren’t just doing an analysis of his mouth.

“I didn’t realize that was you, with whom I was talking to,” you told him. He smirked, stepping closer to you. Your heartbeat sped up as your hands grew sweaty. Did he really need to be this close? And why was he so cocky? “But you know I didn’t know.” He tilted his head.

“I did,” he affirmed, slowly circling you. “I’m sure if you had known who were talking to, you would have been a bit more polite.”

“What are you doing?” you inquired, turning to keep your eyes on him.

“Assessing you,” he answered. You quirked a brow, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Pardon?”

“Not like that,” he assured you chuckling. “I’m just taking in the woman who supposedly writes great literature. You scoffed, shaking your head. He was a lot different than what you thought a prince was supposed to be.

“Supposedly’? If I remember correctly, and I should considering it happened roughly twenty minutes ago, you knighted me for my works. I believe your exact words were, ‘great contributions’ and ‘positive influence’.”

“Simply a script to follow. It’s standard procedure,” he said nonchalantly. You nodded, taking a step closer to him.

“And is spending weeks reading my books standard procedure?” you inquired, a smirk tugging at the corner of your mouth. He inhaled sharply, his eyes piercing yours.

“No.”

“So one could argue that his Royal Highness is impressed with my works, yes?” This was fun, watching him trying to come up with a response.

“That’s one way to put it,” he said after a while.

“How would you put it?” you inquired. He pursed his lips, taking a step closer until you were centimeters away from each other. He gazed down at you, dropping his voice.

“I’m impressed with the fact your work is considered a great contribution to literature.” You raised your eyebrows. “Nothing personal, I just don’t see how works about bugs can be considered great literature.” You grinned, tilting your head up slightly.

“I see, but let me ask you the same thing.” He cocked his head to the side. “Why would a books about bugs be considered great literature? After all, aren’t you ‘supposedly’ smart? You tell me, your Royal Highness.” You took a couple of steps back, pleased with yourself. He smiled, highly amused.

“Is that a challenge?”

“Perhaps,” you replied. He smirked, sticking out his hand.

“Challenge accepted.”

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Hannigram - Alpha Hannibal/Omega Will

Touch by raiast Explicit // M/M // Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter // Selected Tags: Omega Verse, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, S1 AU (ish), Alpha Hannibal Lecter, Omega Will Graham, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Mating Bites, Soul Bond, True Mates, Mildly Dubious Consent, Lucid Heat, Gangbang/Multiple Partners, unprotected sex, semi-graphic depictions of violence, Hannibal is Hannibal, Will does NOT have encephalitis, Knotting Summary: From the kinkmeme prompt: "Going into an intense heat, Will volunteers to be shared and passed around by a group of Alphas. Hannibal finds out. Does he stop it from even happening? Sneak in and sign in to join the group?" What happens when an Omega with a voyeurism kink signs up for a Public Heat and his possessive Alpha psychiatrist applies for a volunteer position? Hint: lots of knotting, lots of come, and maybe, just maybe, a little bit of bloodshed. Language: English Words: 10,902 Chapters: 1/1

A Common Point of Interest by rodabonor Explicit // M/M // Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter // Selected Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Phone Sex, Sex Toys, Double Anal Penetration, Omega Will Graham, Alpha Hannibal Lecter, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Hannibal (TV) Season/Series 01, ""Therapy"", pillow humping Summary: “I keep thinking about you coming here. We both pretend it’s a lack of self-restraint that drives you, but it would take far more than what we’ve done to genuinely make it snap. But we still enjoy the idea. Or I do. Do you?” “An alpha out of control,” Hannibal muses. “It’s not how I prefer to see myself, but it wouldn’t be the first time you make me reevaluate my preferences.” When Hannibal finds out Will is going to be alone during his heat, he offers phone counselling to lessen the strain of spending it without an alpha. Will takes him up on the offer. It leads to more than therapy over the phone. Language: English Words: 10,210 Chapters: 1/1

Hannigram - Alpha Hannibal/Omega Will - AUs

Turning Page by raiast for exarite Explicit // M/M // Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter // Selected Tags: Underage, Omega Verse, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Bonding, Underage (Will is 16), Omega Will, Alpha Hannibal, first heat, slight praise kink, Daddy Kink Lite, Knotting, overtones of incest (not biologically related), Hannibal Lecter is Not a Cannibal Summary: From a prompt in kinkmeme: 'It's biologically impossible for Alpha parents to be affected by their Omega children's Heats. When Will presents while alone with his father, Hannibal realizes two things. 1) Bedelia cheated on him, and 2) he can claim Will for himself.' Language: English Words: 15,958 Chapters: 3/3

Scented by vix_spes Teen & Up // M/M // Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter // Selected Tags: Alternate Universe - Age of Sail, Intersex, Scenting, Mpreg, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Verse, elements of Black Sails, Alternate Universe - Regency, Alternate Universe - Pirate, True Mates Summary: Will Graham is hiding a secret from his mate. Given that said mate is the infamous Pirate Captain Hannibal 'the Cannibal' Lecter - and a former surgeon -, Will is expecting him to cotton on sooner rather than later. Series: Part 3 of All At Sea Language: English Words: 1,675 Chapters: 1/?

Decisions, Decisions by FhimeChan Gen // M/M // Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter // Selected Tags: Fluff and Crack, Accidental Bonding, Mating Bites, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Undefined Genders Summary: Yet another accidental bonding. Language: English Words: 671 Chapters: 1/1

Pagan of the Good Times by BelladonnaWyck Explicit // M/M // Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter // Selected Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Hannibal Lecter, Omega Will Graham, Alternate Universe - Escorts, Public Sex, Hannibal Lecter is a Cannibal, Strangers to Lovers, With a bit of enemies to lovers, Sex Worker Will Graham, Sex Worker Hannibal Lecter, Kidnapping, Some angst, with a happy ending, Impact Play, Aftercare, BDSM, Caning Summary: Hannibal Lecter has been alive for several hundred years and has never met anyone quite like Will Graham. *** Or the fic where Hannibal and Will work at a Sex Ranch together until Hannibal Pretentious Lecter decides to open a fancy HellFire Club. There is a whole mess of stuff that will happen in this fic and I will make sure to update chapter notes as needed! Language: English Words: 1,503 Chapters: 1/?

The Stray by TigerPrawn Explicit // M/M // Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter // Selected Tags: Inspired by Lady and the Tramp (1955), Lady & The Tramp AU, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Verse, Alpha/Omega, Animal Ears, Alpha Will Graham, Omega Hannibal Lecter, Canis Sapiens, Alternative Evolution, (Lady & The Tramp meets Planet Of The Apes), Cattus Sapiens, Arranged Breeding, Past Abuse, Past Neglect, Getting to Know Each Other, Sharing a Bed, Mental Health Issues, (MH of minor characters), inexperienced Hannibal, Loss of Virginity, Knot Denial, Alternate History, Falling In Love, incarceration, Escape, Cruelty, Rescue, Disappointment, (humans suck), Kidnapping, (but like... a good kidnapping), Mating Cycles/In Heat, Bonding, Knotting, Mpreg, Happy Ending Summary: When Will meets pampered pet Hannibal whilst he is scrounging for scraps, he has no idea that their lives will become so completely entwined and that it will change both of their realities. Series: Part 62 of ABO/Omegaverse Fics by TigerPrawn and Part 25 of Tiger's Hannigram AU fics Language: English Words: 20,573 Chapters: 3/3

Trope: Shipwrecked (Hannigram AU) by TigerPrawn Explicit // M/M // Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter // Selected Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Alternate Universe - Shipwrecked, Alternate Universe - Historical, Mistaken Identity (Kinda), Mistaken Dynamics, Tension, Strangers to Lovers, Service Alpha, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Knotting, Developing Friendships, Getting to Know Each Other, Happy Ending Summary: When a nobleman washes ashore on the island Will has lived alone for many years it is not an ideal situation. Especially when it comes to heats... Series: Part 30 of Trope Trope: Exploring fic tropes in an Omegaverse setting, Part 73 of ABO/Omegaverse Fics by TigerPrawn and Part 48 of Tiger's Hannigram AU fics Language: English Words: 5,088 Chapters: 1/1

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Hannigram - Alpha Will/Omega Hannibal

Marking His Territory by slashyrogue Teen & Up // M/M // Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter // Selected Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Mpreg, Scenting, Fluff, Slice of Life Summary: It took Hannibal longer than it should have to notice that Will had begun to mark him as his territory. Pure self indulgent fluff Language: English Words: 293 Chapters: 1/1

designed to make you want me by acheforhim Explicit // M/M // Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter // Selected Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Will Graham, Omega Hannibal Lecter, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Established Relationship Summary: Although Hannibal would go to great lengths to manipulate someone into doing whatever he wants, he’s absolutely terrible at asking for what he needs. Language: English Words: 2,368 Chapters: 1/1

Trope: Fake Date (Hannigram AU) by TigerPrawn Explicit // M/M // Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter // Selected Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Alpha Will Graham, Omega Hannibal Lecter, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Not Canon Compliant, Dating Agency, Grumpy Will Graham, charming Hannibal Lecter, Manipulative Hannibal Lecter, Hannibal charms everyone, Mutual Attraction, Office Sex, Desk Sex, Knotting, the morning after, Happy Ending Summary: Will's possible promotion is relying on his superiors thinking better of him. One way to do that is to take his omega to the upcoming cocktail party. Only problem is, he doesn't have one, having to rely on one sent by an agency. He wasn't quite expecting Doctor Hannibal Lecter. For SummertimeSlick prompt: Favourite Trope Series: Part 28 of Trope Trope: Exploring fic tropes in an Omegaverse setting, Part 71 of ABO/Omegaverse Fics by TigerPrawn and Part 47 of Tiger's Hannigram AU fics Language: English Words: 4,207 Chapters: 1/1

Hannibal Rare Pairs

Pleasurable by TigerPrawn Explicit // M/M // Beverly Katz/Freddie Lounds // Selected Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, alpha Bev, Omega Freddie, Established Relationship, Spanking, Spanking with a hairbrush, Dirty Talk, Light Dom/sub, BDSM elements, Painplay, Praise, Object Insertion, intersex omega, Intersex Alpha, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Rough Sex, Knotting, Mentions of Bonding, Penis In Vagina Sex Summary: Alpha Bev gives girlfriend omega Freddie a spanking with unexpected consequences. For #SummertimeSlick fest prompt - New Kink! Series: Part 69 of ABO/Omegaverse Fics by TigerPrawn Language: English Words: 2,714 Chapters: 1/1

Hannibal Extended Universe

Fire And Flame by Grantairesbigadventure Explicit // M/M // Valhalla Enchanted - Prince Charmont (Ella Enchanted)/One Eye (Valhalla Rising) // Selected Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Explicit Sexual Content, Knotting, Mating Cycles/In Heat Summary: Charmont finally gets away from his awful uncle, he finds himself saved by a strange man. Being in the middle of the heat, Charmont is afraid of how the night will go. Language: English Words: 2,606 Chapters: 1/1

Insatiable by AchillesLament (11Mydesign11), You_Are_As_Alone_As_I_Am Explicit // M/M // SpaceDogs - Nigel (Charlie Countryman)/Adam Raki // Selected Tags: Oral Fixation, Omega Adam Raki, Alpha Nigel (Charlie Countryman), Alpha/Omega, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Knotting, ass eating, slick, outside smut, Fluff and Smut, Nigel (Charlie Countryman) Loves Adam Raki, Insatiable Nigel, Bathroom smut Summary: Nigel’s heavy work load has kept him away from his beautiful Omegan mate, Adam. But his impending heat brings out a previously unexplored fetish in the Alpha that requires his attention on Adam in the most inopportune places and times. Will his craving ever be sated? Only one way to find out. For SummertimeSlick 2019 Fest for Hannigram A/B/O Library Series: Part 8 of Shoot Across the Sky Language: English Words: 4,580 Chapters: 1/1

a different kind of sating by exarite Mature // M/M // Tristhad - Galahad/Tristan (King Arthur 2004) // Selected Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega/Omega, Omega Galahad (King Arthur 2004), Omega Tristan (King Arthur 2004), Seduction, Mutual Pining, Misunderstandings, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting Summary: It's hardly a secret that Galahad was interested in Tristan. That much was blatantly obvious from how the Omega resorted to ridiculous seduction tactics, even if Tristan wanted to pretend it was just a silly little game. But Tristan was keeping a secret of his own. Language: English Words: 3,740 Chapters: 1/1

Playmates by TigerPrawn Explicit // M/M, Multi // Roberto Bellini/Nigel (Charlie Countryman), Nigel (Charlie Countryman)/Adam Towers, Nigel (Charlie Countryman)/Roberto Bellini/Adam Towers, Roberto Bellini/Adam Towers (briefly) // Selected Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Verse, Alpha/Omega, Alpha/Alpha/Omega, Alpha Roberto, Alpha Adam, Omega Nigel, intersex omega, Mating Cycles/In Heat, gruff Nigel, little shit Berto, distant cousin Adam, Double Penetration Summary: Nigel's heat is due and his now regular heat partner Berto, has a suggestion. Sequel to Plaything for SummertimeSlick (almost kinda surprise heat) Series: Part 70 of ABO/Omegaverse Fics by TigerPrawn, Part 95 of Tiger's Mads x Hugh Rare Pair fics and Part 2 of Plaything Language: English Words: 5,515 Chapters: 1/1

Just like Animals by AchillesLament (11Mydesign11) Explicit // M/M // DogsDogs - Nigel (Charlie Countryman)/Will Graham // Selected Tags: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Scenting, Obsessive Behavior, Stalking, Jealousy, Falling In Love, Smitten Nigel (Charlie Countryman), Alpha Nigel (Charlie Countryman), Omega Will Graham, Grumpy Will Graham, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Slow Burn, But not /too/ slow, Knotting Summary: A new life in the States is proving lucrative for Nigel as he tries to move on from Gabi. The latter isn't going as well, not until he catches the sweet scent of a surly, headstrong Omega named Will Graham. That's when his obsession shifts from her, to him. Will the Alpha's insistence pay off, or will it all turn to blood in the blink of an eye? Language: English Words: 2,633 Chapters: 1/?

Under the boardwalk by AchillesLament (11Mydesign11), TortugaVerde Explicit // M/M // ChocolateDogs - Nigel (Charlie Countryman)/Aiden (Blood and Chocolate) // Selected Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Painting, Sex on the Beach, Falling In Love, Anniversary, Knotting, Animal Instincts, Lust at First Sight Summary: Aiden loves painting on the boardwalk, there even an Omega like himself can do his work without much distraction, that is until the Alpha Nigel catches his eye and his nose. Will they be able to resist the lure of one another or does fate have other ideas for these two wild men? Language: English Words: 4,638 Chapters: 1/?

Trope: Awkward Date (Valhalla Enchanted - Modern AU) by TigerPrawn Explicit // M/M // ValhallaEnchanted - Prince Charmont (Ella Enchanted)/One Eye (Valhalla Rising) // Selected Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Alpha One Eye (Valhalla Rising), Omega Prince Char, Awkward Dates, trying to take it slow, after putting the cart before the horse, Char has no idea how to date, Awkward Conversations, Clumsiness, Public Display of Affection, Nipple Play, Knotting, Getting to Know Each Other, Happy Ending, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting Summary: Char, the once sexually assured and popular omega, has no idea how to actually date. Sequel to Trope: College AU (Valhalla Enchanted - Modern AU) Series: Part 29 of Trope Trope: Exploring fic tropes in an Omegaverse setting, Part 72 of ABO/Omegaverse Fics by TigerPrawn and Part 96 of Tiger's Mads x Hugh Rare Pair fics Language: English Words: 4,969 Chapters: 1/1

I Get Around by vix_spes Explicit // M/M // RoyaleInstinct - Le Chiffre/Adam Towers // Selected Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Intersex, Pre-Casino Royale, Voyeurism, Knotting, Public Sex, Exhibitionism, Masturbation, Overstimulation Summary: Adam's goal in heading to the south of France had been to enjoy some sun and some alphas - preferably rich, hung and attractive ones. Anything more than one night would be considered. There had been pickings galore but it seemed as though there was one particular alpha that he had underestimated... Language: English Words: 5,873 Chapters: 1/1

Thick in the Air by InsanelyWriteful Mature // M/M // MurderArtists - Aiden (Blood and Chocolate)/Hannibal Lecter // Selected Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Scenting, True Mates, mild violence, Descriptions of gore, rape mention, no one is raped, Murder, Manipulative Hannibal, teasing Aiden, Aiden is in trouble, Alpha/Omega, Alpha!hannibal, Omega!Aiden, Dark fluff, Humor, Cannibalism, Horror, Dismemberment, Blood Summary: For Aiden, life's all fun and games until you have a serial killer trying to court you. Language: English Words: 7,867 Chapters: 1/1

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