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stopeatingwhales · 4 years ago

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about a girl x kurt cobain

hi guys omg- it’s been too long since i’ve last posted something, and my nirvana obsession has risen once again so what a thought into writing something dedicated to the one and only kurt himself <3 thank you ever so much to the person who requested this, i managed to write something i think i’m somewhat proud of aha

Pairing: pre-bleach era kurt x reader

Warnings: nothing!

Word count: 2.165

Requested by anon <3

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Waiting for him to appear on stage for the first time was like a moment snatched out of a drunken stupor: so surreal I had to continuously pinch myself every few minutes for reassurance that this was really happening. With a mind cluttered in thought, it became hard to sit still for as little as ten seconds without being accompanied by an itch to either scratch my scalp in nervousness, or chew on my already bitten nails - attempting to sand off their roughened look from my previous antics. The most I had drunk that night was a couple sips of my gingerish coloured beer - with the room buzzing in anticipation and curiosity for who was headlining the bar tonight, it caused everything that even shifted slightly in its position to irritate me in all ways plausible. Unsurprisingly, I couldn’t manage to let anything settle in my stomach without having a sudden rush of nausea bubble up in my throat; it was Kurt’s first performance tonight with his new, reformed band, and being told that he was quite nervous triggered an anxiety in my veins stronger than the pain of the first rush of heroin dousing my body after months of not being able to get hold of it - allowing all my stress, agony and dread to escape my body at an expeditious rate as my body adorned the poison I was granting into my limbs. It was inevitable: Kurt was bound to be nervous before his first performance with new material to a bunch of strangers that had never seen the wonders of his model-face before, and although he had performed many times, a grasp of worry still caught into his hair as he tried to pass the time, like a knot you seemingly are unable to rid of, leaving you with no other choice but to resort to grabbing a pair of kitchen scissors and chopping that bunch of hair off. Which he had done many times.

Whilst time speedily went on, I found myself calming down by a small amount, consoling myself with different types of remedies in solution: downing my drink, ordering another (this time a gin & tonic to spice things up) and repeating the same, before slamming my now empty glass to the table and standing up to get a clearer view of the stage, knowing they were going to come on soon. All that wondered in my mind was Kurt, quickly reminding myself over all the time we had spent together - the times when we had first become friends. I had been introduced to him early last year when Krist had asked me if I wanted to see his new band he was bassing for - and immediately was I enthralled, knowing that once I had laid my eyes on him, I would never be able to detach them from him: a poor man, masked in aristocracy in ways not physical as it may seem. He captivated me. His presence carried such warmth it was able to counter against the sun; your cheeks immediately burning as he locked eyes with you. You instantly wanted to wrap your arms around him, and when talking, you were instantly drawn to his short yet meaningful phrases, laced in passion stronger than an avocado seed. As my eyes were locked firmly together with his, I was able to notice something so pure and wondrous I had been unsuccessful in finding in anyone else: care. A simple emotion, somehow one of the hardest to master. Regardless of what the subject matter might be, he always carried a certain interest to it - constantly having something to say. Even if you found him sitting excluded from everyone else, you could notice that there was something either battling his mind, or inspiring him for something - new music, lyrics perhaps. It’s enticing, it's human. He’s human.

Suddenly, a distorted strum of a guitar abruptly blared through one of the many amplifiers dotted around the small stage at the end of the room. The crowded space was now silenced by the hasty noise, my (slightly intoxicated, yet conscious) head now instantly turning to see what had happened - although I was for certain it was the time I had been most excited for. Little whispers and hushes were the only things you were able to hear for the span of a few seconds as the amp's sound had silenced itself, a small buzz affiliating throughout the room, a couple of heads turning back and forth to see the number of people collectively awaiting to listen to the music of the unknown band performing tonight. My eyes stayed glued to the stage as I pictured his character, standing there in the middle, Krist and Chad capturing the rest of the space, adorned by their instruments - playing along to Kurt’s beautiful melodies. Gazing at his figure, beautifully formed with such masculinity, decorated with concerning parts of emeation, slowly embarking its way through to the middle of the stage - guitar gripped firmly in arm - birthed dozens of baby butterflies inside my stomach, tickling my insides in all sorts of ways. My nervousness resurrected itself once again, as I had come to a realisation that I wasn’t imagining anything at all.

Silence.

No introduction, nothing. From his immediate grace to the stage, I could tell he was nervous; the bright light emitting onto his face allowed me to see his features much more prominently - allowing you to just about to see the small stubble that was forming on his face from his forgetfulness to shave in the morning. However, I wasn’t able to admire his face for long, only for a few seconds before he fixed his gaze to his electric guitar, placing his fingers on specific chords, then turning to stare at his bandmates. A couple looks were shared between them all, a mere roll of the eyes from Chad, a small smile from Krist towards Kurt - for motivation, as the good friend he was. Kurt on the other hand didn’t change his facial expression, only nodding his head at both the boys before switching back to stare at the instrument adorned by his grip, beginning to bob his head slowly - counting himself in. Even from afar I was able to tell that at that single moment, he didn’t carry a care or a worry for anyone but his guitar, focusing all his energy and thought into this one specific thing: the start of the performance.

1...2...3...4

As the music began, a smile branched onto my cheeks instantly. A song I recognised, my heart warming as I realised what was playing. About a girl, the song we wrote together.

Usually, Kurt would write alone, not wanting anyone else’s input and ideas; all the band played was what Kurt had written, for it was truly only his work on that stage, just a few people helping out to put it together in life form. However, there was a significant time after a band practice weeks ago where I had attended due to me having nothing else to do, and watching the three of them play always made me feel content - holding my heart with hope for the new wave of music they were producing. As they were packing up their stuff at the end of the rehearsal, Kurt had slowly wandered off from tidying up and had come up to me, awkwardly wanting to show me what he had written for a random song: hungry for my opinion even when he never really cared what anyone thought of his music. We ended up co-writing that specific song together, the song sounding the room at this very moment. As I stared at Kurt all that was met with my eyes was his entire concentration to perfect everything that he was playing; every move of the finger producing a different sound as he attempted to hit all the ones significantly partnered with the song. He knew I was watching him, that’s why he played this song first and foremost.

Lifting his head up from the guitar, his mouth instantly pressed itself onto the microphone, revealing his raw, raspy vocals. My eyes were physically unable to detach themselves from the sight I was seeing at this very moment. They had performed multiple times before, yet this time, something felt different. New. Almost as if everything pieced in together, and with just a bit of sanding around the edges - they’d be perfect, unlike any band I had ever seen live. Watching the crowd’s attention simply staying undivided towards the band made me feel a sort of elation the morning of Christmas would give you, the sensational feeling hitting you that its the date that brought everyone together; this time the music was the thing that brought everyone together. My eyes scanned the crowd, noticing some people bobbing their heads, surprised by their immediate tunes that were being emitted from the song, widening my smile - if that was even humanly possible at this moment. Their fresh, uncensored, gruffy sound was something not many bands at the time even thought about playing - that was for people who were behind their time, Sex Pistols era almost. The feeling that warmed my heart at that moment was something indescribable - illegitimate for words. It felt like a lighter had torched its way into my body, the sharp pain bruising a bright crimson all the way up my torso to my cheeks, a breath hitched back in my throat as I slowly figure out the way to breathe again. The pain that caressed my heart so dearingly was also paired with a strong sense of joy. Happiness. Delighted that the pieces of such a complex puzzle were fitting together.

As a minute or so went on, the crowd slowly began to get more and more into the music, some people now swaying their hips or dancing around with their friends. I couldn’t help but wonder how Kurt was beginning to feel, or what he was already feeling. Euphoria at the highest degree, something so strong not even a multiload of ecstasy could even attempt to give you. I found myself singing along to the words quietly, resulting in the people around me noticing that I was the only one who actually knew the song apart from the band. A random guy had turned to look at me, drink firmly gripped in hand, and with his rough attempt to shout over the loud music, whilst pointing towards the stage. “You know them?”

For a couple of scenes everything went still. I stopped moving, my eyes slowly getting lost with the man standing on the stage in front of me as I accidentally ignored the stranger’s question. I continued watching the stage, my eyes focused on Kurt - until his eyes abruptly opened, locking in with mine instantly. Startled, he noticed my starstruck expression, a little grin hanging off his lips. Maybe it was out of arrogance, however I knew he wasn’t planning on taking them off soon - not that I’d be the one to complain. His eyes were bright, glimmering with happiness; filled with life and fertility as they pierced into my soul so daringly, carrying the same devilish want that Adam had been challenged with once told not to eat the apple off the tree - his mind so intrusive he was simply unable to resist. His wondrous orbs carried a hint of impish, vanity, as they were also laced with a hint of seductivity and perhaps a shed of horniness, sudden greed blistering over his ocean-like eyes; he wanted it all, in the most wicked of ways. It would be a white lie if I had said this didn’t make me feel some sort of way; had he never looked at me like that before, I might’ve said otherwise. Perhaps his sudden bursts of confidence spewing out of him made him act this way, regardless, I knew it was something real. His eyes bestowed the same hunger he had initiated into his sudden approach when asking me what I thought of the music he had written, the first time me and him truly bonded together. I seemingly was unable to detach my eyes from him, for my body, heart and mind stayed encompassed in thought of how bewildered I was; in simply over a year, I had watched him grow, become more confident, sanguine, and it was all showing off now. He was staring at me as if the world was ending, and that I was the last thing he wanted engraved in his mind, aiding him into dying in such complacency it was almost as equal as equilibrium in the world of absolute zero. “Yes I do,” I muttered, nudging the unfamiliar person whom I hadn’t even set eyes upon. Feeling his gaze burn into my cheek, I continued to focus my eyes on Kurt, my tongue licking the sides of my mouth as I figured out words to muster. “That’s my boyfriend,”

#kurt cobain x reader #nirvana #kurt cobain #dave grohl #krist novoselic #90s #grunge #nineties #band imagines #imagines #fluff #smut #angst #my writing #grunge is not dead

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raph-and-spike · 4 years ago

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Taking a Swim - Leo x fem!reader

request? yes/no

I want a Story WITH LEO It could be also nsfw. 😅🤤🤭 i'm a long friend of April and she make a Meeting between the turtles and me.Leo fall in love with me and dont know how he should tell me that. We meet us in 4th July at first. Then its the 14.august and the turtles, April, casey and i go Swimming in a little sea... I hope you know the scenes,that i mean.. Have a good day 🤗😘 Nice wishes from germany

a/n: @tkappi I hope you don’t mind that I slightly altered it... I wanted the swimming scene to be a little more intimate ;) I’m sorry this request took so long!! Hope you like it <33

warnings: NSFW...aka smut. Read at your own risk. For the sake of this being smut, both the reader and Leo will be 18 years old in this imagine.

Finally, you thought to yourself with a smile of relief as you gripped the straps of your backpack on your walk home. It was summer–which meant you were free from school, free to do whatever you please for the next two and a half months. You couldn’t wait to spend everyday with your best friend, April O’Neil. The two of you had been best friends for as long as you could remember; you knew the redhead like the back of your hand.

Though, summer didn’t end up going according to plan. Instead, you spent it calling April every morning and afternoon, asking to hang out. At first, she’d claimed that she was spending time with her aunt or hanging out with Casey. You believed her for a while, but once her excuses turned into not answering her phone, you began to get angry. It had already been the beginning of July, and the two of you had yet to hang out once! You’d had it.

Stomping on the pavement to her apartment, your mind raced with millions of different phrases you’d say to her. ‘Why haven’t you been answering my calls?’ was one. ‘Do you not like me anymore?’ was another. As you reached her apartment door, your heart raced through your chest as you brought your knuckles to the hard, painted wood. As it begun to swing open, you froze in your spot.

“Raph, you could have just used the fire escape–”

You froze as a green figure stood in front of you, wearing an orange mask with matching nunchucks at its sides. You couldn’t move nor could you speak. You felt paralyzed.

“Uh, guys?!” It spoke.

You looked behind it, two identical creatures standing next to April and Casey. You watched April’s eyes meet yours, her blue orbs widening in fear at your frozen figure. She wasn’t sure what to do or how to alleviate this situation. Panicking, she finally decided to pull you into her bedroom and tell you what she’d been hiding.

“We need to talk,” she stated calmly, grabbing your hand and pulling you into her apartment, leading you into her bedroom.

Once she shut her bedroom door behind you, she took a seat on her bed. You couldn’t find the ability to sit, so you stood in front of her with your arms at your sides.

“I met them at the beginning of last year. My Dad and I...” she struggled for words, “we were taken by these alien robots, called the ‘Kraang’.”

You cocked an eyebrow, obviously thinking that she was making this up.

“I know it sounds ridiculous, Y/n, but you have to listen,” she begged.

With a sigh, you sat down on the bed next to her and did as you were told. She told you everything. From when they saved her, to when her father was freed and then mutated, how she'd been trained by her turtle friends’ father–a tall rat, apparently–to be a kunoichi, to their adventures saving the city from not only mutants, but their enemy named Shredder, as well. You had no choice but to believe the redhead. After all, you’d known the girl your entire life.

“So, that’s why you’ve been dodging my calls?” you asked, rerunning the story she’d just told you over again in your head.

She nodded sadly. “I didn’t mean to ignore you, Y/n. I’m so sorry,” she admitted guiltily.

You put a hand on her shoulder with a small smile. “It’s okay, April...just promise me that you won’t push me away like that again? I mean, we’ve been through everything together, you can’t get rid of me now with a few mutant turtles,” you said with a laugh.

She chuckled before pulling you into a hug.

“Actually, the turtles, Casey, and I were going to spend the rest of the summer at the farmhouse, and now since you know about them...” she trailed off before a knocking on the door interrupted her.

“Can you two, like, hurry up or somethin’? Mikey’s eatin’ all the road snacks!” a voice yelled from outside the door.

She rolled her eyes. “Coming, Raph!”

She looked at you, raising her eyebrows.

“You wanna spend your summer with a couple of mutants at a farmhouse upstate?”

After introducing you to the turtles, and quickly bringing you to your own apartment so that you could fill a suitcase with clothes and other belongings, all seven of you sat in Mr. O’Neil’s Volkswagen bus as Casey drove to April’s farmhouse. With Mikey pestering you with questions–and a certain blue-masked turtle telling him to leave you alone–the ride went by pretty fast.

The house was beautiful. It was incredibly secluded and quiet, which you preferred much more to the loud, packed city of New York.

Mikey offered to cook everyday, often switching with you whenever he was busy sparring with the others, or occupied with comic books. You didn’t mind it, cooking eased your mind. You’d offer to do the dishes afterwards as well. It wasn’t until Mikey had picked up a new compelling comic series, when you’d been picking up cooking and dish-washing duty almost daily. Leo noticed this and offered to help one night. You immediately accepted his offer with a blush.

You ordered him to dry the dishes and put them away after you washed them. It was a steady, easy system between the two of you. He’d ask you questions about your interests and hobbies, and you’d ask him about his. You noticed that he didn’t seem much interested in talking about himself–he seemed rather interested in your answers instead. Talking with Leo was easy. With him, you knew he wouldn’t judge you or make you feel uncomfortable.

He easily became closer to you than the others, always making excuses to spend time with you, and even asking you to teach him how to cook. You taught him how to make homemade pizzas, much to Mikey’s dinner request, along with some easy pasta dishes.

One night, as you slept on the twin bed in April’s old childhood bedroom, you felt a tapping on your shoulder. You sat up, peering into the deep blue eyes that still seemed so magnetic in the darkness.

“I want to show you something,” he whispered.

Butterflies swarming in your stomach, you grinned.

Quietly tip-toeing down the creeky, aged wooden stairs and out the door, he gently grabbed your hand and began leading you through the grass. Once the two of you headed toward the edge of the forest, you frowned.

“Why are you taking me into the woods?” you asked, suspicion in your voice.

He stopped, a dreamy smile on his lips. “It’s going to be good, I promise.”

You chewed your lip hesitantly, causing his invisible eyebrows to knit together.

“If I gave you one of my katanas, would you feel safer?” he asked, skillfully pulling the blade out from its sheath on his shell.

You gladly took it, gripping the wrapped hilt as he lead you deeper into the forest. The broken twigs, rocks, and rough roots weren’t gentle on the bare soles of your feet, but your excitement and nervousness distracted you from it.

At last, a large clearing with a wide pond stared back at you, entirely lit by the large moon in the sky. Your jaw nearly dropped at the beautiful sight in front of you, tossing his katana onto the ground whilst you stared in awe.

“I found it yesterday,” the blue-masked turtle explained briefly.

You hadn’t noticed that he was staring at you, wondering how the girl of his dreams would react to his discovery.

“Leo, it’s,” you struggled for words, “’incredible’ feels like too small of a word to describe it,” you admitted.

He chuckled. “I know what you mean, that’s how I felt when I first saw it too... It’s–”

“Perfect,” you finished.

He gazed at you as if you were a star–no, that’s too small. He gazed at you as if you were an entire universe; he felt like a small, floating asteroid compared to you, an entire universe. How were you so perfect? How was creation able to give you such beautiful features, a personality sculpted just for him? Dissecting your mind all this time while the two of you spent so much time together made him realize just how much he’d fallen for you and how much he adored you.

You watched him as he stared at you intently, an unreadable expression on his face.

“Leo?” you asked hesitantly.

“Can I, uhm, may I...kiss you?” he stuttered, attempting to raise his shoulders back confidently as he waited for your response.

You felt your cheeks turn crimson. With a slow nod, you moved to fill the space between the two of you, watching as he stared at you in awe. Within seconds, he pressed his lips against yours. Surprised, you nearly pulled away before melting against him, wrapping your arms around his neck and closing your eyes. He didn’t attempt to move his lips, after all, he had no experience with kissing whatsoever. You took the initiative to begin moving your lips slowly, knowing not to introduce your tongue just yet. Your lips moved gently against each other’s, and you’d never felt closer to Leo.

Pulling away to catch your breath, you turned your head toward the pond, and back at Leo. Getting your drift, he grinned, shrugging his other katana off before jumping into the pond. You looked down at your pajamas. Deciding not to get them wet, you slowly pulled your pajama top off, revealing your bra to Leonardo. He watched from the water, cheeks pinker than you’d ever seen them before, as you began to pull down your pajama bottoms. You stood in the cool, summer night air, nearly naked, before jumping into the water with him. With a shriek at the cold temperature of the pond, you attempted to swim toward him before he moved away.

“I have sort of an...issue; we should probably keep our distance,” he admitted, his cheeks still blushing profusely.

You cocked a brow in confusion. “What?”

He made a downward motion with his head, before it hit you. Your own cheeks flushed once more.

“Well,” you began, slowing making your way toward him, despite his warning, “we can...fix that, if you want.”

You watched as his blue orbs widened, Adam’s apple bobbing as he gulped.

“A-are you sure?” he asked, looking bewildered, shocked that someone as beautiful as you would ever want to do something like that with him.

You nodded, closing the space between the two of you and forcing his lips against your own. This kiss was incredibly different than the first; it was needy, it was desperate, as if you couldn’t breathe without him in between your legs.

You didn’t waste time introducing your tongue, feeling him do the same as your lips danced sloppily against each other’s, begging for a release of tension. He leant down, grabbing your legs to wrap them around his waist. You easily leant into him, the water helping hold you up, as you felt his hardened length brush against your clothed core. You moaned against his lips, grinding your heat against it. Growling, he brought his hands to your bum, ripping the fabric of your panties off. You gasped, feeling his hands squeeze your bare ass and push you further against him.

With ease, due to how wet you were, he was able to slide his length into you. You groaned, feeling him fill you up.

“Is this okay? A-am I doing this right?” he asked, his voice breathy and raspy.

“Yes, Leo, move,” you begged, resting your forehead against his.

He thrusted hard, causing you to nearly scream. He continued to thrust, every stroke going deeper and deeper until he developed a steady rhythm. His thrusts quickened as your walls began to clench, grasping onto his plastron as you felt your climax nearing.

“Leo, please,” you groaned, shoving your head into the crook of his neck, trying to muffle your moans into his skin.

He thrusted even faster, squeezing your ass against him as your hips met his movements. Your eyes squeezed shut as your climax hit you, body spasming against him as you felt his own hips still, his cock spurting inside of you. Your body fell weak against him as you felt him gently pull out. He moved his hands to your back, stroking the soft skin whilst he held you against his chest.

The two of you rested there, basking in the moonlight, warm skin pressed against each other. It was then, that Leo knew he was in love.

#tmnt #TMNT 2012 #tmnt 2k12 #TMNT x reader #tmnt leo x reader #teenage mutant ninja turtles #leonardo hamato #teenage mutant ninja turtles x reader

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tiny-slasher · 4 years ago

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Thomas Hewitt x Reader | Coffee Shop AU | Part 2

“Some more coffee shop AU thomas hewitt?👉👈“

“i've read that coffee shop au you wrote for thomas multiple times and i need more please!!!“

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You'd started to get strange looks from your coworkers. They never explicitly said so, but you knew why. You'd gone to Luda Mae's coffee shop every Wednesday and Thursday evening, spending more money on coffee than you had in your entire life, just to catch a glimpse of him.

He was so large, barely fitting in the space between the workstation and the counter you paid at. His hair was tangled under the straps of his mask, and his clothes were always stained with coffee. The intenseness of his eyes and constant furrow of his brow should've frightened you, and yet you found yourself lured by him instead. He always seemed surprised to see you, no matter how many weeks you'd continued your pattern, as if expecting you to just disappear one day. You were hoping that eventually the shock would fade, and that he'd seem relieved instead.

Upon arriving early at the coffee shop one Thursday afternoon, you were disappointed to see that Thomas wasn't there. You hadn't meant to show up so soon, but you'd felt so angry at your coworkers that you'd decided you couldn't stay at work for a second longer than you had to. Still fuming, you walked into the shop amidst the dwindling crowd of customers. The fact that they were all in such a hurry to leave, knowing Thomas' schedule themselves, had your blood boiling.

Your thoughts were broken by a familiar snap of fingers in your face, "Oi! What's gotten you all in a hissy fit, huh?"

The man at the register was Thomas' uncle, Charlie, who had introduced himself the third time you'd showed up in the shop. He was...not the type of person you would generally find yourself in company with, but he was nice enough when he wanted to be. Even though you hadn't breathed a word of your infatuation with Thomas, he and Luda Mae seemed to be very aware of it. You weren't sure if it made you giddy or uncomfortable when one of them was smiling at you, happy to see you in their shop again.

"What's the matter, darlin'? How bout I get'cha a cup, alright? The usual?" Luda Mae asked from behind Charlie, making her way to the coffee machine before you could respond.

You sighed and apologized, pulling out some money from your pocket. Luda Mae shook her head, "Nah, it's on the house, today. You look like ya need it."

Charlie groaned and turned to her, "Mama, ya can't be givin' out free drinks to them every time they show up!"

"It's my coffee, and I'll do as I please!"

You tiredly smiled at the two, shoving your money in the tip jar while they were looking away. Sitting down at a table nearby, you rubbed your temples in an attempt to rid yourself of a frustrated headache. You didn't realize that a cup of coffee had been set in front of you until a warm, gentle hand rested on your shoulder. Looking up, you saw Luda Mae watching you in concern.

"I'm alright," you sighed. "Just had a long day at work, 's all."

She hummed, sitting down in a chair across from you. You sipped your coffee, sighing at the deep, silky, smooth flavor that hit your tastebuds. Despite your coworkers' very unkind opinions, their description of the coffee was shockingly accurate. The thought of them brought a frown to your lips.

"Oh, is the coffee no good? The machine's been a bit fussy today," Luda Mae sent a glare towards her coffee machine.

"No, no it's delicious! I was just..." You sigh and rub your eyes. "I just need to take a breather, I think."

"Well, alright. But if ya need anything, jus' holler, alright?" she patted you on the back before walking back behind the counter.

You tried to distract yourself with the coffee, but no matter how delicious it was, it wasn't strong enough to rid you of the memories in your head.

"His name is Thomas!" you'd bit out right before taking your leave for the day. "Not Leatherface!"

The disgusted glances they'd sent your way the entire morning had been bad enough, but hearing your coworker's unsavory nickname for him had been the final straw. You'd been tempted to punch each of their faces in, appalled that grown adults were even capable of such childish gossip and name calling, but settled with slamming the door on your way out. And now, your anger was growing again at the ever dwindling crowd in the coffee shop.

Now you understood why Luda Mae and Charlie had been so quick to dismiss you the first time you'd spoken to them, and it hurt to think about. How often must Thomas have been ridiculed or teased in his life for his mother and uncle to just assume that everyone automatically disliked him? That everyone had something nasty to say? The thought alone that anyone would purposely hurt Thomas, just because he was different, made you see red.

You jumped out of your skin when you felt a nudge at your shoulder, looking up to see Thomas standing over you. You were not used to him standing so close to you. He lifted his hand in a small wave, which he'd started doing after the fourth time you'd shown up to the shop, and you reciprocated.

"Hey, you're early!" you smiled at him.

He just shrugged, lifting his hands as if to try and say something with them, but then lowered them. Butterflies filled your stomach as he sat down across from you, his knees barely fitting under the table. You didn't want to seem like you were staring, but it was hard not to. He was just so handsome!

Still, you knew you were apparently in the minority of people who thought so. Everyone who talked about his looks always had to bring up his mask, and the scars on his arms. Someone had even started a rumor about what his face looked like underneath, and the descriptions only grew more and more elaborate as time went on. Even the smarter people that you knew were buying into these stories, and it frustrated you to no end.

"Hm?" you asked.

Thomas gestured if you were alright, and your cheeks heated as you realized you'd gotten lost in your thoughts again. You apologized, assuring him it was nothing, when Luda Mae walked over and placed a cup of coffee in front of Thomas.

"Here ya go, darlin'. Charlie and I will be leavin' in a few minutes. You might have a bit of trouble with the machine...it's been actin' a bit strangely," she told him, and then turned to you with a smile. "I suppose I'll see you next week?"

You nodded, "Hopefully."

Her smile grew wide, and her eyes crinkled at the corners. She gave you another pat on the back, kissed Thomas on the forehead, and then left into the back room. Thomas blushed at his mother's antics, and you couldn't help a smile from forming on your lips.

"You two behave!" Charlie yelled at you before walking into the back room himself.

You nearly choked on your coffee, but managed to compose yourself. The flush on Thomas' face was a lot darker than before, and he huffed in Hoyt's direction. You could feel his distaste rolling off of him in waves, and it was one of the many times you wished Thomas spoke. You always wondered what he was thinking. Was he funny? Was he smart? You got the feeling that he was sarcastic, if his eye rolls were any indication, but you never knew for sure.

Thomas sipped his coffee, alternating between looking at it and looking up at you. He always seemed like he wanted to say something to you, but of course, he never did.

"Have you ever tried to learn sign language?" you asked him.

Thomas slowly shook his head, his fingers twitching as if wanted to add on to that statement.

"Well, we could learn together, if you want!" you suggested, nervously.

Thomas blinked, his eyes burning into yours, and then he nodded. His mouth opened, and then slammed shut again, as his fingers twitched in abandoned attempts to communicate. Frustrated, Thomas stood and walked behind the counter, and then came back with a notepad and a pen. Your heart fluttered, excited and a bit nervous. You'd spent so many weeks wanted to know more about him, and now you supposed you'd get your chance.

So what if he wasn't behind the counter like he was supposed to be? It wasn't like many customers showed up anyway. You'd be surprised if he got more than two or three, and even then they'd probably leave in a hurry.

Seemingly agreeing with you, Thomas sat down and began scribbling on the notepad. Turning it towards you, you saw the phrase "I might learn slow" in very sloppy handwriting. Clearly, his penmanship wasn't the best, but it was legible...and that's all that really mattered.

"That's okay! I don't mind!" you said excitedly.

He nodded, his concern somewhat put to rest, and he clasped his hands on the table in front of him. He shifted in his seat, clearing his throat as he clasped his hands in front of him, unsure what to do. Hearing his voice for the first time did strange things to you, especially with how gravelly and soft it was. It made you wonder what he'd sound like speaking, if he could.

The bell over the door rang, signaling the entry of a customer. You turned to see who'd entered, and saw Thomas get up from the corner of your eye. He walked behind the counter as the man who'd walked in slowly made his way forward. His stance revealed how nervous he was, but he managed to order a cup of coffee without much fuss. He glanced in your direction, giving you a look similar to the ones your coworkers had given you.

Your gaze fell to Thomas as you played with the rim of your now empty coffee cup. You tried not to ogle his backside for too long, in case he looked your way, but you couldn't help but spare a few glances. It didn't take him long to finish brewing the drink, hurriedly paid for by the man ordering it. The man was out the door when you blinked next, and you rolled your eyes.

Thomas made his way over to you, grabbing your cup before you could protest. At first, you assumed he was going to toss it in the sink, but were surprised to see him going to refill it. Of course, you ordered the same thing every time you showed up, so he didn't have to ask what you wanted.

You jumped when you heard a loud bang, and the smashing of ceramic on the tile. You turned to see Thomas recoil from the coffee machine, grunting in what you could only assume was pain. The machine rattled and hissed until Thomas punched the off button to it, holding onto his right hand as though it had been broken.

You immediately stood from your chair and ran over, uncaring of the broken ceramic on the floor, and took his hand in yours. It was bright red, scalded by the hot water of the machine. You dragged him over to the sink and turned on some cool water, making sure it ran over the worst parts of burn. It wasn't until you'd assessed his burn to be fairly minor that you realized how close you were standing to him.

You were holding his wrist in your hands.

You turned to him, noticing how heavy his breathing had gotten. His eyes were wide as he stared at you, and you were sure yours were as well. One of your hands began to travel a bit past his wrist and up his arm, trailing over the thick hair that lay there. Swallowing, you shook your head to gather yourself and looked back at his hand, turning the water off and gently drying it off with a towel.

"It doesn't look too bad...might hurt for a couple of days," you said, frowning at it.

You looked back up at Thomas, still holding his hand in yours. All the air in your lungs vanished at the look he was giving you, one of disbelief, shock, and...something else. You trembled, frozen in place. His chest heaved, as if having to remind himself how to breathe.

He yanked his hand away when the backdoor opened up to reveal Charlie.

"Sorry, forgot my wallet-" he paused, looking at the two of you with a raised eyebrow. "Weeeell, what've we got here? I thought I told you two ta behave!"

Thomas sighed and grabbed a broom to clean up the mess on the floor. You tried to move out of his way, picking a piece of ceramic out of your shoe that had wedged itself there in your haste to help Thomas.

You cleared your throat, "The machine burned Thomas' hand, so I was just helping..."

"Damn thing! Knew we should've just kept the ol' one!" Charlie whacked the machine with a glare, shaking his head. "I told Mama not to get all dazzle-eyed at how shiny it was, but did she listen? Nah."

He grumbled as he walked over to grab his wallet from under the counter, shoving it in his pocket as he shook his head at the machine. Thomas dumped some of the broken cup pieces in the trash, not even wincing when he accidentally brushed his burnt hand on his apron.

"Guess we'll have to pull out the old one, the way the good lord intended," Charlie huffed before turning to Thomas. "Don't even bother making coffee with this piece of shit, we'll just close for the night."

Thomas stopped sweeping and glanced in your direction, his hesitation catching his uncle's attention. Charlie gave him a long look, eyebrow raised, and then followed his gaze to you. Recognition filled his gaze, and your cheeks grew even warmer than they already were.

"Well, if ya wanna stay open all night, be my guest," he drawled, making his way back out. "But I don't wanna be cleanin' no suspicious stains tomorrow, ya hear me?"

Thomas stomped over and ushered him out the door, and you heard Charlie laugh obnoxiously. Thomas spared a glance at you, clearly embarrassed, and then went back to sweeping. You decided it might be best to give him a bit of space, so you began to walk out from behind the counter.

Your heart rate increased exponentially when Thomas' arm wrapped around your stomach from the front, stopping you in your tracks. His grip on you was strong, and your hands instinctively grabbed his arm, feeling the unevenness of his skin where all his scars were. You wanted to ask him about it, but didn't want to drag up any bad memories.

You turned to him, surprised, and he let go to point down at the floor. A few inches from your foot lay a rather jagged piece of ceramic. The odds of it making its way through your shoe and into your foot were extremely unlikely, but clearly Thomas thought otherwise. His brows were furrowed in concern, searching you for any signs of pain.

"O-oh, thank you Thomas," you laughed awkwardly. "I guess I should probably just stand still then."

He nodded, huffing out a breath that resembled a laugh. You backed away a bit and stayed put, letting him finish his work. You definitely did not ogle his backside again when he crouched down to gather everything up. Once finished, he turned back to you as if to say something, but then shook his head and walked back over to the table. You followed him, surprised when he picked up the coffee his mother had made him, and offered it to you. Your heart swelled and a strange sort of a feeling settled in your stomach when you realized he was trying to make up for the refill he wasn't able to give you.

"No, that's alright, if I have any more coffee I'll be up all night," you smiled at him, gently pushing his cup back towards him. "I guess I'll just have to come back when you guys get the coffee machine working again."

Thomas nodded, satisfied with your reply, before reaching down to the notepad on the table. Scribbling something down really quickly, he tore the paper out and handed it to you. You laughed at loud when you read what it said, covering your mouth with your hand.

"IOU 1 coffee - Thomas"

"I'll put this to good use, don't worry," you thought for a moment. "You work in the back the rest of the week, right?"

Thomas nodded, curious as to why you were asking.

"If I come tomorrow," you hypothesized. "Would you come out and make me a coffee?"

Thomas' cheeks reddened, and he played with the strings of his apron. He looked away for a second, and then around at the empty tables, and then finally back to you. Seeing your hopeful expression, he nodded.

You beamed at him, throwing your arms around him in a hug before you could think of doing otherwise. He jumped, his arms hovering out as if they didn't know what to do. Realizing what you'd done, you began to pull away, only to have two large, and warm hands tentatively settle on your upper back. He was so warm, and his embrace was so gentle.

How could anyone think he was a monster?

You smiled up at him, and he let go of a breath he'd been holding a bit too long. You knew you should leave, since you would need to get up early the next day, and there was no reason for Thomas to have to keep the shop open when he couldn't make coffee. Yet, you found yourself hesitating, comfortable in his arms. He seemed to return the sentiment, his grip on you tightening in a barely noticeable way. The two of you stood there for much longer than you probably should have, reluctant to pull away from each other.

Eventually, you made your way over to the exit, with the door held open by Thomas.

"You take care of that hand, alright?" you stressed. "When I come back tomorrow, it better be on the road to recovery."

Thomas rolled his eyes, but smiled at you with such fondness, you found yourself burning. You told him goodbye, parting ways for the evening, relishing in the way he watched you leave.

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

"Well, back so soon?" Charlie teased. "You know it'd be against company policy for me to let'cha out back where Tommy is."

"I actually came to redeem this," you replied, holding up the piece of paper Thomas had given you. "To go, please."

Charlie's grumbled as he pulled out a pair of reading glasses from his pocket. Snatching the paper out of your hand, he read what was written, and his eyebrows raised. Snorting in amusement, he folded his glasses back up and gave you a once over.

Without a word, he walked over to the back door and slammed it open, yelling out into the other room, "TOMMY! GET OUT HERE! AND QUIT GIVIN' OUT COUPONS!"

If you tried to hide the joy you felt upon seeing Thomas, you failed miserably. The smile on your face seemed to be contagious, since Thomas returned it twofold. Neither of you paid any mind to the whispers of the other customers, too wrapped up in your own thoughts.

Luda Mae invited you to dinner while you waited, earning a grumble from Charlie about 'being a freeloader'. You'd agreed, earning an excited and nervous glance from Thomas, who gently placed your coffee in your hands. You smiled at him, confirming that you'd see him later. Waving goodbye to the three of them, you exited the shop to head to work for the day.

It wasn't until you were about to toss the now empty to-go cup in the trash that you noticed a hastily written note on the side.

"Have a good day ♥"

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PART 1

#thomas hewitt x reader #thomas hewitt coffee shop au #now I can rest #my brain hurts #slasher #slashers #this isn't as good but I've rewritten it like three times so #lol #thomas hewitt

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pucksnsticksnhockeyboys · 4 years ago

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summertime mindset - pt. 8

facetime & another FaceTime

masterlist for summertime mindset

Timing is hard to get right and summer doesn’t last forever. You and Tyson learn the hard way.

word count: 2.2k

note from the writer: it’s almost done! one more chapter and then the epilogue! enjoy and let me know what you think!

SUMMERTIME

“How’s your vacation so far?” You asked brightly, folding a leg underneath yourself as you took a seat on the couch in your aunt’s house. You were on facetime with your mother, having scheduled the call after a small bout of homesickness.

“So amazing!” She gushed. You were jealous, you could see that she was reclining on a beach chair, her face flushed from excessive sun. She launched into what could only be described as her itinerary for the past few weeks, as if she hadn’t been sending you daily updates and pictures.

“I’m glad you’re having fun.” You smiled, genuinely happy for your parents. They had been working hard lately, and it was a well deserved break.

“Okay, now spill. Who’s this boy you’ve been seeing that your aunt’s been telling me about?” She questioned and you flushed, noting the way your heart rate spiked at the mere mention of Tyson. It was crazy to think how in a period of two months that he had managed to make such an impression on you.

“His name is Tyson.” You told her, albeit a little awkwardly. You weren’t sure where your sudden bout of nerves had come from, you assumed it was because this was the first time you had officially introduced a boy to your mom.

“Is he the reason you’re so smiley now? What’s he like?” She smiled, encouraging you to continue. Briefly, you wondered if you were so obviously happy with Tyson that even your mom noticed through a facetime call, but chose to ignore it for the moment and answer her other question.

“He plays hockey, like, professionally. He’s really sweet, and funny, and—”

“Are you talking about me?” The oh-so familiar voice called out, having let himself into the house. You had made plans to hang out with him after your facetime, and you must have been on the phone longer than anticipated, because as soon as you checked the time you realized you were supposed to meet him five minutes earlier.

“Is that him?” Your mom gushed, lowering her voice as if that would stop Tyson from hearing her. You nodded, a tight and embarrassed smile on your face as you greeted Tyson. He was grinning widely, clearly amused with having caught you talking with your mom about him. Your mother’s face turned dangerously gleeful, and you recognized the mischievous look in her eyes. Yelling, you realized she was talking to Tyson. “Come say hi!”

Tyson’s laugh was booming and you only grew more embarrassed as he sat down on the couch beside you. One of his arms swung innocently on the back of the couch behind your head, and he leaned into the frame of your camera with his charming smile—the same one you had seen him use on both your aunt and grandmother.

“Hi, ma’am.” He said politely, and even you chuckled at his response. You could tell your mom was impressed by his politeness as she told him with a smile that he didn’t have to call her that. “So where are you from, Tyson?”

“I live next door, actually. I play hockey in Colorado, though.” He explained, and that simple comment had your thoughts completely derailed from the conversation Tyson and your mother were having. You had known all along that at the end of the summer, he would have to go back to Colorado and you’d go back to college, but it hadn’t exactly hit you until that moment.

You let your head fall on Tyson’s shoulder as your mom went on about some rude woman she had run into several times in the hotel she had been staying at, a story you had heard no less than three times already. Tyson was nodding along and adding in comments as if she was an old friend and it was the most interesting thing in the world, and you couldn’t help but hate the fact he got along so well with her.

He was such a good guy, too good of a guy to have to leave in a few short weeks.

You finished the call leaning against Tyson, and when your mom finally had to go, she bid you both goodbye with a knowing smile you hoped he didn’t see. You sighed after hanging up the call, feeling his arm drop around your shoulders as you curled your legs across his lap. He pulled you in close, both arms wrapped around you.

“What’s wrong?” He asked after a moment of silence. When you didn’t respond right away, he pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head. You tucked your head under his chin in an effort to get closer to him, and he hummed to try and stir an answer out of you.

“I was just thinking about the end of the summer.” You said quietly. You would have been afraid he didn’t hear you, but you felt him stiffen at your words. He came alive seconds later, the hand that had been resting on the outside of your knee squeezing gently.

“What about it?” He started, but you could tell he knew the answer. He was just delaying the inevitable conversation that you didn’t really want to have either. You hesitated, unsure of how you wanted to express your concerns.

“I don’t want to get hurt.” You settled on saying, finding the curtains your aunt had picked years ago suddenly much more interesting than they were.

“I would never—” Tyson started, his tone frantic as he tried to assure you that hurting you wasn’t his intention.

“I know you wouldn’t, Tys.” You interrupted, feeling him relax at the way the nickname fell casually past your lips. You shrugged, awkwardly and with one shoulder, but he got the message. “Things happen, though. And I don’t want to lose you.”

“You won’t.” He replied easily, as if he had seen the future and knew matter of factly that you’d be together forever. His words had you pulling back to look at him, finding a serious look on his face.

“How do you know?” You hated that your voice was shaky, hated that tears were pooling in your eyes, and hated that Tyson smiled sadly down at you. He leaned forward, connecting your lips in a soft kiss that had you relaxed in seconds. When he pulled away, he didn’t go far, and rested his forehead against yours. His spoke next with such certainty that you were convinced that truer words had never been said.

“I’ll always come back to you.”

PRESENT

It was nearly a week and a half before you saw Tyson again after the party.

You were sitting at your apartment alone, and it was late, when a text came through from Tyson asking if you were home. You told him you were, and what movie you had chosen for the night, and then he left you on read. You frowned at his lack of response, but were dragged out of your thoughts when you heard a knock on your door.

You got up from the couch wearily and looked through the peephole, feeling tension leave your body at the fact that it wasn’t a stranger. Nerves quickly took over, and you open the door with a stomach full of butterflies.

“What’re you doing here, Tys? I thought you had to leave early tomorrow for a roadtrip?” You questioned, stepping aside to let the broad hockey player inside. He didn’t react to the nickname, and other than a strained smile sent your way in greeting, he didn’t acknowledge you. Trailing after him, you watched him curiously as he stood stiffly in the middle of your living room. “Tys?”

“I need to talk, and I need you to listen, okay?” He spoke for the first time since arriving at your apartment, his voice strained and tone serious. You nodded, taking a step closer to him. “I still really, really like you.”

You felt like your whole world was flipped upside down and torn in two. One half of you wanted to fall into his arms and tell him you felt the same way, because deep down you knew you still did, and part of you wished he had never spoken.

“I still like you so much, I was such an idiot for letting things end the way they did—and I know you said it wasn’t entirely my fault, but I could have tried harder.” He continued before either part of you could react. “I was scared of messing things up after we went long distance, and I was scared since we never officially put a label on anything, but I really liked you—like you.”

“I really liked you, too.” You heard yourself saying, not exactly registering that the words fell past your lips until you saw Tyson freeze. Liked as in past tense, as in, you liked him before, but now you don’t.

You were too afraid of what would happen if you corrected yourself, so you let the phrase hang in the air, which suddenly became thick with tension. You couldn’t meet Tyson’s gaze, but you could feel him burning holes into you.

“Do you think you could give me a second chance?” He asked quietly, taking half a step towards you but seemingly stopping himself. The few feet separating you from him felt like miles and you so desperately wished it was both much wider and nonexistent at the same time. You wanted to be closer to him, but you also didn’t want to repeat history.

“I need time for a relationship, Tyson.” You weren’t sure what he flinched at, the meaning of your words or the fact that you used his full name, but either way you hated that he visibly reacted as if he had been hurt by what you said. Because, in a way, he had been.

“I understand.” He said stiffly, nodding once. You weren’t giving him a never, but a not now. You needed time to think about whether or not you wanted to risk a second chance with Tyson, because no matter how long it had been, how much you had been hurt before, you truly did still feel your heart race whenever he was in the room.

He started to leave, and as he passed you on his way to the door, you grabbed his arm to stop him. He looked to you curiously, a sad look in his eyes that had your chest tightening and your eyes watering. You wrapped your arms around his middle, and he easily reciprocated, holding you even tighter against him. No words were exchanged, even when he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, even when you let go an unknown amount of time longer, even when he finally left.

You sat dumbly on the couch in shock after Tyson left, the door shutting softly behind him seemingly echoing in your apartment. You decided that there was one person you needed to talk to, and picked your phone off of the coffee table, pulling up the familiar contact and tapping on facetime.

“Hello?”

“Rachel, you will not believe what just happened.” You rushed out the moment your cousin answered the call. You see she was laying in bed, and you assumed that Michael was beside her. “Tyson just told me he still has feelings for me.”

“I mean, did you think he didn’t? The guy has been in love with you since the moment you met.” Michael called out, confirming your suspicions. Your stomach twisted and your heart leapt into your throat at the notion, and you chuckled nervously as Rachel shushed her boyfriend.

“What did you say back?” Rachel asked, sensing your distress. You sighed, dropping defeatedly against the back of your couch.

“I just said I wasn’t ready for a relationship. Which is true, but…” You trailed off, hoping that she knew you as good as you thought she did in order to pick up on what you meant. She nodded in understanding, and you distantly heard Michael say something about going to get a glass of water to give you and her some time to talk.

“You did just end things with Jon.” She offered, and you shook your head. While her comment was true, your ex had no bearing on your current relationship—or lack thereof—with Tyson.

“That’s not the problem. I just, I don’t want to get hurt again.” You sighed, admitting what had been holding you back.

“Things are different now, though. You’re both older and living in the same city.” She explained, shifting so she was sitting up

“So you think I should get back together with him?” You asked, hoping for a decisive answer. She smiled softly, and you knew you weren’t going to get what you wanted.

“I can’t tell you what to do.” She told you in a motherly voice, as if she wasn’t your age. “But I can tell you that I haven’t seen you as happy as you were that summer.” You laughed breathily, some of your tension slipping away.

“You kind of did just tell me.”

#tyson jost #Tyson Jost x reader #Tyson Jost series #Tyson Jost imagine #Tyson Jost fic #Colorado Avalanche #Colorado Avalanche imagine #Colorado Avalanche x reader #hockey imagine #NHL imagine #NHL x reader

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our-heroes-rise · 4 years ago

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slip of the tongue

pairing: todoroki x bilingual! reader

request: Hi, I want to request a scenario for Todoroki. It’s about a reader who is actually his gf, but she talks portuguese as maternal language. When she got nervous, she start to panic in Portuguese, and she’s nervous to meet Shoto’s mom. How he will help her( something like that). I hope you like this idea. 🇧🇷🇧🇷✌🏻✌🏻

hero name: @todoroki-vivian

a/n: hi, lovely! omg yes, you can aboslutely have a todoroki request, i adore this boy. and i loved this idea so much! it was so darn cute. as someone of mixed race who grew up with a heavily hispanic family i think it’s always fun to imagine bringing home one of the bnha boys/girls. seeing how they’d react to be introduced to the sort of music, food, and p a r t i e s that i grew up with. i’d be completely useless teaching them any g o o d spanish though cause my mother never taught me when i was a kid :’). i only know a couple of phrases and the bad words lol. i don’t touch on any of that here because i’m not too familiar with portuguese culture and i don’t want to offend anyone by getting something wrong because i am uneducated on the subjectttt. there’s only like two words of real portuguese in here and they are from google translate because i wasn’t sure what the difference was between the spanish pronunciation and the portuguese pronunciation. OKAY after that whole thing i hope you enjoy this little scenario, i had a lot of fun writing it and it was super duper cute. thanks for requesting baby hero!

word count: 1,717

warnings: none! this is all fluff :)

Your knee bounced with the subtle rocking of the train cart, heel occasionally tapping against the floor when the wheels ran over a bump in the tracks. No matter how hard you tried, no amount of slow deep breaths or mental reminders that everything would be fine, it would go well, would calm the ever growing bundle of nerves buzzing within the pit of your stomach. It crawled beneath your skin, flinching at the tips of your fingers which picked at the worn plastic seal of your seat, pinched at your bottom lip.

You watched the blur of winter barren trees whirl past the window, not really watching at all, thinking of every way not to mess up this very important day. This very, very important day on which absolutely nothing could go wrong because this was - it was his -

A comforting warmth pressed into your shoulder, calloused fingers wiggling their way through the gaps between yours, bringing a halt to your incessant fidgeting. Striking blue and grey find your gaze, softened by the unspoken question of concern knotting his brows.

What’s wrong?

“I’m just - It’s dumb, really,” you laugh softly, able to recognize how terribly ridiculous you would sound now that the words sit at the front of your mind. “I’m just overthinking things. I’m okay.” For extra reassurance, you give his hand a small squeeze, offering a smile.

Your boyfriend doesn’t seem to buy it.

“You’re not okay if something’s worrying you,” Todoroki says, head dipping to catch your eyes as you try to look away to hide your apprehension. “It might help if you talk about it.”

Bottom lip caught between your teeth once again, a soft sigh blows through nose, and you lean further into his shoulder, grateful for the gentle heat that bleeds through your jacket sleeve, soothing your nerves. You drop your attention to the spot where your fingers are now intertwined sitting atop his thigh, his thumb tracing over the ridges of your knuckles, saying he’s content to wait for as long as you need.

Well, at least until the arrival of your last stop where you would inevitably have to step off the train and face the anxiety tearing through your head.

It’ll be fine, stop worrying so much. It’ll be fine, it will be fine, it will be -

“What if she doesn’t like me?” You blurt suddenly, cheeks flushing in embarrassment as the eyes of a few curious strangers flicker over to you. Your face sinks further into the protective cocoon of your scarf.

His thumb pauses briefly before picking up its mindless pattern again. “What do you - ?”

“I - I mean, what if I say something wrong and end up sounding really stupid in front of her.” And the dam came crumbling down. “Your mother. The - like - the most important person in your life! I’d end up making a fool of myself in front of the most important person in your life. Then she might think ‘what’s Shoto even see in her? he could do so much better’. Which, you could, by the way. You could do worlds better but you’ve settled for me and sometimes I don’t really get it because - well - I’m me - “

“I don’t see a problem with that. I like you for you and if you are what settling is then I will gladly never settle anywhere else.”

“But what if she - “ your fingers tighten around him at the thought “- what if she doesn’t think I’m good enough for you? What if she thinks we should break up because she thinks I’m rude and annoying and uneducated?”

“Uhm. . . Y/n.”

“What if she thinks I’m a bad influence on you? I don’t want to make her hate me forever, that would be the worst feeling ever because I know she means so much to you.”

“Y/n. . .”

“That would just put so much strain on our relationship and I wouldn’t want you to feel guilty about what happened, ever. You don’t deserve that. You deserve so much better than that, Sho. I just - “

“Meu Amor.”

The name strikes a chord in your throat, catching you breathless, butterflies swooping in to replace the recoiling knot in your stomach. You whip your head around to find the corners of Todoroki’s lips pulling up in a small fond smile, eyes light with amusement. To begin with, Todoroki wasn’t big on pet names, preferring to use your given name, claiming it was sweeter than any silly nickname could be. Though throughout the seven and a half months you two had been together, he had referred to you with the occasional ‘love’ or ‘hon’. However, the number of times he had used that name could be counted on one hand.

Three. It was three times including right now.

He asked you how to say it while you were teaching him random phrases, goofing around in the middle of what was supposed to be a study session, the question being enough to make your face burn. His pronunciation had been rocky the first time, mouth working awkwardly around the words, throwing you into a fit of flustered giggles that had him pouting adorably at you, mumbling not to make fun of him for trying. But, now? Now his near perfect pronunciation left you wondering how many times he had practiced by himself.

Meu Amor was the Portuguese phrase for My Love. His love. His love.

“Y-Yeah?” It’s at that very moment that realize you have slipped out of your usual Japanese tongue, rolling through the tumbling hill syllables of your maternal language. “Oh, s-sorry. I. . . I did the thing again,” you mutter, flipping back to Japanese.

Todoroki huffs a short laugh that makes your heart flutter pleasantly as the sound reverberates through your own chest. “It’s okay, I think I got the gist of what you were saying. It’s cute when you do that, anyway.” He says the last part softly, meant for himself. You press your cheeks further into your scarf, hiding your own shy smile.

Todoroki takes a minute to speak, gazing at the same window you were just a moment ago, lost in thought.

“Y/n,” he finally says. “Meu Amor, -” four times “- frankly, my mother could care less about who you are. I think you could introduce yourself as a high school drop out with a criminal record and her main concern would still be; do we make each other happy? Do you make me happy.”

You allow yourself to absorb the impact of his words.

“And. . . I make you happy?”

He shoots you an incredulous glance, then snorts when he sees you peaking earnestly above the edge of your scarf. “Irrevocably so. Do I make you happy?”

“It’s impossible for me to think about you without smiling.” You give him a bright cheeky grin when his cheeks flare with a noticeable shade of scarlet that crawls all the way up his neck to the tips of his ears.

“Good. Then that’s more than enough.” He squeezes your hand, pulling you closer into his side. “There isn’t a doubt in my mind that she won’t absolutely adore you the same way I do once she meets you. If she doesn’t already, of course.”

The statement piques your curiosity and you arch one brow at him. “What do you mean if she doesn’t already? Have you. . . Told her about me already -- In your letters to her?”

“I thought you already knew that,” Todoroki says, frowning in confusion. “She’s always asking about you and how you’re doing. I was pretty sure I mentioned it before.”

“What the heck? Shoto you’ve never told me that!”

“Oh.”

“So - So then she’s okay with us being together?”

“I think she’s more than okay with it,” he replies, his quiet smile returning. “It’s possible that she’s more excited than I am for you to meet her, which would be saying something.”

“That would have been nice to know before I rambled off the entire Portuguese dictionary to the whole train,” you grumble, rolling your eyes.

“Sorry,” he says, but it sounds like he’s trying to suppress another laugh. And you really can’t stay upset with him for long.

Rough fingertips push gently at the tips of yours to splay your palm out over his, pressing them together. Lightly you run your nails down the long runs of his fingers, memorizing every bump, scratch, and scar, sweeping your forefinger along the wrinkle of his lifeline, then across his heart line. This - the way you were touching him - may not seem like much at all to anyone else, but it was worth worlds to you. It had taken Todoroki months to comfortably hold your hand, even longer while in public, then some to kiss you for the first time. PDA wasn’t what bothered him (not entirely, at least), it was the displays of affection part. Because of the way he grew up, physical affection was a foreign concept, often leaving him lost and a mess of rigid limbs and awkward apologies. But now, he could easily seek your hand in the middle of a crowded train, or wrap his arm around you in the common room, or press a kiss to the top of your head before the start of class. To know that he had made an effort to open himself up to you, allowing you to see this side of him, the side he had only shared with his mother before, made your heart melt and your eyes swim.

Shoto was right, this was more than enough.

A calm voice announces the arrival of your stop and you two stand as passengers begin to climb off the train.

“Still nervous?” Todoroki asks, threading his fingers through yours once more now that you have both stepped into the morning rush, not wanting to lose you amongst the chaos.

Letting him guide you through the thick crowd, you smile softly, raising your conjoined hands to press your lips to the back of his.

This would always be more than enough.

“No, I think I’ll be okay now.”

#todoroki #todoroki x reader #bnha x reader #todoroki shoto #todoroki shouto #todoroki shoto x reader #bnha todoroki

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nightrosebud · 4 years ago

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stricklake, f - for the soulmate prompts, please

f...irst words/thoughts your soulmate says/thinks when seeing you are written on your skin.

Yeeeahhh, so this kind of got away from me... Sorry?

The mark shows up on Barbara's skin when she's 23. And it may not have been why James leaves, but she is sure it is the final nail in the coffin.

"'I'm sorry to disturb you, Dr. Lake.'" James spat at her one evening. "Great, just great. You're telling me that I'm not your soulmate?"

Barbara rubs her forehead, suddenly so tired. Tired of the fights, of the long arguments, tired of coming home to a messy house, tired of the only one playing with Jim, tired of James being gone all hours of the night, never telling her where he is or who he is with. "I already told you, the mark is so generic, I won't be able to tell who is my soulmate is."

"But you will be able to tell. Because you will be a doctor and some smooth asshole with a degree will use that phrase, and then you will fall head over heels for him, and that will be it, you will leave me. I hear that it happens all the time. Happened to my friend Kevin. His girl got a mark that wasn't in their first conversation together, and bam! She left him!"

Barbara felt the anger rising in her throat, and she says the next part with a wave of cold fury that she never recalls feeling: "Then leave."

"Wha-what?" he sputtered.

"Leave James. Just leave. Because you will use the mark as an excuse to say I shouldn't finish my studies. That I shouldn't become a doctor, like you have been saying since we got married. It doesn't matter that my soulmate might never show up. That happens all the time, too, you know. Do you think I won't be faithful because of this thing? Fine. Then leave."

And he is standing there, a look of rage on his face. But he suddenly starts packing a suitcase of his clothes. And he storms out. And there will be tears. There will be days that Barbara regrets her words. Days that she has to explain to her son that his father is not coming back to finish the bike. Days she worries that her son is growing up too fast to take care of her when she should be taking care of him, dammit. But at that moment, she feels relief. And hope.

Maybe her soulmate will show up after all.

-----

"Sorry to disturb you, Doc," says the nurse. "Can you check on the guy in room four? He's asking for a doctor."

Barbara smiles, feeling a little disappointed. The phrase is not quite right. And she knows that she has talked to this nurse before. But she can't help it. Whenever someone says something remotely close to her mark, she gets butterflies in her stomach, and she has to wonder: Are they the one?

She has also had some people ask her out. But she just smiles and declines. Because they didn't say anything close to the mark when they first met. And some of them get upset when she explains why. Some are gracious about it. Still, others wiggle their eyebrows and ask if she wants to have some fun. She still declines.

"Sure, let me see what I can do," she says with a smile.

-----

"Hey, mom?"

"Yes?"

"Do you, you know, have a mark?"

Barbara blinks. Funny, she has already had the sex talk with Jim. That was surprisingly easy. But she never told her son about the soulmate mark. It's rare. And she doesn't know how to explain to him that the mark on her skin is not the first conversation she had with his father.

She hesitates, but finally, she moves the shirt on her shoulder down until Jim can see the mark, like a small tattoo, on her shoulder blade. She has never seen it herself, only in the mirror.

"'I'm sorry to disturb you, Dr. Lake,'" he reads. "Huh. That's kinda..."

"Vague?" she jokes. "Yeah, it often is. If you're lucky, you get something like 'Hi, my name is John.' Otherwise, you get something that is impossible to say if you have met your soulmate or not."

"Let me guess, that wasn't the first thing Dad said to you," Jim says bitterly.

"No, it was not," she confessed. "And I didn't get the mark until I was older. It can show up later in your life if you're unlucky. Your father... wasn't happy about it."

Jim looks grim as she moves her shirt back up. He suddenly moves the sleeve of his shirt so that she can see his forearm. There is a smudge there like he has been writing on his arm. But she knows that isn't the case. If they sent hours scrubbing his skin, that stain would never go away. "I don't know what to do with this," he says.

"Gaurd it. Hide it. Some people would use it to take advantage of you. Try to make you think they are the one. Of course, they have to have the matching mark." She got up, collecting dishes from dinner (something Jim saw prepared on TV, something in French she can't pronounce, and it's so good), and she heads to the kitchen. "Of course, you may never find them. Your soulmate. Which makes no sense because if you have the mark, then that means you should have that first conversation with them." Barbara paused while putting the dishes in the sink. "But that is the way it is. You meet someone, and they say the phrase, and they are the one for you. Or so they say."

Jim looks over his shoulder, so she can see his profile but not read the look on his face. "So you got the mark after you and Dad met?" he asked. "Doesn't that make you... I don't know, mad? Like you wasted some of your time on the wrong person."

"No," she said. "I don't regret marrying your father. I wouldn't have had you. I just regret that he wasn't here for you growing up. I think the mark hurt his pride. I sometimes wonder if I should have hidden it from him." She stopped. She had always tried to keep her opinions about James to herself, especially the bad ones. But Jim just nodded and then got up to join her in the kitchen.

"Well, I hope the mark doesn't turn out to be my first conversation with someone like, I don't know, Steve Palchuck. I can't see him as my soulmate."

Barbara laughed, feeling some relief in coming clean with her son. She picked up a plate to wash it. "Well, let's hope it's not the school bully at the very least."

-----

"I'm sorry to disturb you, Dr. Lake," says the man on her doorstep. "I know it's terribly late."

For a split second Barbara stares at the stranger, feeling those butterflies in her stomach. He said it, she thinks, he said the phrase. Exactly as it is on my skin. But she shakes herself out of her shock a second later. She knows this man.

And she is having a flashback to a few months ago at the open house at Jim's school. She had been running late, so she didn't get introduced to Jim's History teacher, a man with black hair greying at the temples and tailored clothes. Jim talked about Mr. Strickler at length, though, telling Barbara everything that happened in history class with an air of barely contained excitement. So at least she knows him in a way.

"No worries, Mr. Strickler," she responds, hoping to see a spark of recognition on his face. If he is the one, he should have a matching mark on his shoulder. And she should have said the matching words. But his face doesn't change, and Barbara feels her stomach drop. Another false alarm. "Please come in. Anything wrong with Jim?"

"Oh, I don't think so," he drawls, stepping inside. His eyes slide over the furniture, his face staying neutral. "I just wanted to congratulate Jim on getting the part of Romeo in the school play."

"He did? Wait, he tried out for the school play? He didn't say anything to me."

"Hmmm," Mr. Strickler hummed. "Yes, I'm worried he may be spreading himself too thin. Can we discuss this further?"

Only if you let me take your clothes off, so I can see your shoulder. "Of course. I'll make some tea."

-----

Nomura stalked into the museum, hissing at the goblins as she limped. The human Trollhunter was proving to be harder to kill than they initially thought. With Draal at his house, Nomura's plan to kill him in an "accident" was futile. She and Strickler would have to come up with a better idea.

Strickler stood in the middle of the large space that used to hold Killahead Bridge in his troll form. Once they were sure the Trollhunter wouldn't bring any trolls to look for it, they would get the bridge back from the warehouse they hid it in. "You failed," he growled, and she paused. Why was he in troll form? To kill her?

"He won't always have Draal with him," she said, trying not to pout. "I will get him next time.

"You think I'll let you have a 'next time?'" he hissed and started to stalk off. He pushed past her and she glared at his back. But suddenly she grabbed him and squinted at his shoulder blade, moving his cape to get a better look. "What are you doing?" he asked with a growl.

"How long have you had this mark?" she asked. "It's in Trollish. It says 'No worries, Mr. Strickler.'"

"What are you talking abo—" but his angry words cut off as his eyes grew in shock.

She leered at him, sensing that she found some sore spot to exploit. "It's a soulmate mark, isn't it? Tell me, Strickler, which love-struck teen have you got wrapped around your finger, hm?"

Strickler didn't respond, but his look of disbelief just turned into distress. He transformed, hiding the mark with his human clothes. "Forget it," he tried to order her, but his voice didn't have any venom to it. "It doesn't matter. It would be sleeping with the enemy. Completely impossible." He checked his jacket and straightened the lapels. "Just... nevermind." And he stalked out into the night.

Nomura blinked. Well, that was surprising. She didn't know why Strickler was so upset. Soulmate marks were complete bushigal. Look at her.

Her soulmate mark with Draal had been a lie.

#Stricklake #See? SEE? Can't write a short story to save my life.#megan0013

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foureoreos · 4 years ago

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blue isn’t your color

AIGHT here’s that Jay is jealous fic after I posted those screencaps with the rough translation.

Anyways. So yeah. A Jay is jealous and he doesn't even know why fic.

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Jay really didn't see the appeal.

Princess Vania was just another girl. Sixteen years old, adventurous, free spirited. And FSM forbid, he had nothing against that. Now that she was sixteen, Vania was free to make her own decisions and go her own path.

But that was beside the point.

Cole was his best friend. And for as long as he could remember, Jay could come up with three things when on the topic of Cole and romance. Those three things were either:

a) Cole just wasn't into girls. At least, from Jay could and had picked up on for the several many years they had known each other. OR…

b) Cole simply wasn't interested in dating or romance. The lack of affection Cole happened to show when he was around new faces was little to none. OR…

c) Cole just had a strange way of showing said affection. Maybe, like his element, Cole was also stubborn and could hide his true feelings about a person well beneath a hard exterior.

After the stupid love triangle, Cole had confessed to Jay that he was never really into Nya to begin with. While it was relieving to hear at first, that got Jay wondering why he fought over Nya in the first place.

Maybe Cole was just confused. Maybe Cole had just been caught up in all of the bickering and fighting that to back out of it would be too late and a cowardly move. And this next thought, Jay liked to entertain quite often. The thought that Cole fought for his attention.

For Jay.

Nonetheless, Jay had seen the look Cole had given the Princess as she cheered gleefully over their heroic tales.

He wondered if maybe it was just a look of admiration.

Of course, who wouldn't be flustered when you had a superfan right in front of you, gushing about how amazing and brave you were?

Which was true, they were pretty awesome.

Still, Vania seemed more drawn to Cole out of them all. But Jay couldn't blame her for that. Cole was pretty handsome. Kind, strong, with a big heart and a big appetite.

Jay shook his head once more, trying to erase the image of Vania with Cole from his head.

He had been standing right next to the master of earth when Princess Vania introduced herself.

Meaning he saw how Cole's eyes had softened. And how his smile had suddenly turned small and timid, yet big and outspoken at the same time. He heard how the tone of his voice had all of the sudden shifted - smooth and delicate as the words spilled out of his mouth with ease.

The master of lightning wrinkled his brows, shifting under the heavy blankets in the room he was led to by one of the Shintaro guards.

He didn't want Cole to fall in love with Vania. He didn't want Vania clinging to him like a helpless, lost, little puppy. He didn't want them to end up together. And he sure as the First Spinjitzu Master wanted Cole to look at only him that way.

After all, Jay did. At Cole. Right after his best friend had saved him from falling thousands of feet in the air from the dire bats.

Jay laughed. He couldn't find the words to describe how overjoyed he was when he saw his hand in Cole's. And the master of earth riding on top of the dire bat, holding onto Jay with all the strength he had. Cole had actually rode one of those horrendous creatures!

Jay's shoulders hunched a little till they were touching his ears, making himself feel small.

His thoughts spiraled back to after first introductions with the King and Princess. When Jay turned to Lloyd with a grimace on his face and butterflies in his stomach as they followed behind the others while the King led them through the palace with Cole and Princess Vania by his side.

"Isn't it strange that Princess Vania seems to like Cole?" Jay had asked Lloyd at the time.

Though the question was rhetorical and out of spite, he quickly covered it up with, "I mean, yeah, Cole's my friend, pfft. But like… Cole?"

Jay stared at the ceiling, his mind numb.

Why did he say that?

Why couldn't he just keep his thoughts to himself? Why did he have to go and blurt everything out like it was everyone's business to know. What prompted him to say that in the first place?

Lloyd must have been confused out of his mind being approached with that kind of question.

But what could he do? He couldn't apologize to him about it. And even if he did, what would he be apologizing for?

"Hey, Lloyd. Sorry about earlier when I randomly dropped my thoughts aloud to you about Princess Vania being interested in Cole. I guess I felt weirded out by it?"

Then, of course, he would feel the need to explain why he was "weirded out" by said interaction.

Jay threw a pillow over his face, screaming into it with high hopes that no one had heard him.

This amount of turmoil within him was disastrous. It was a complete mixture of pain, and anguish, and sadness. And it was killing him. All he wanted to do was sleep, but his brain wouldn't let him. Neither would his body.

And Jay refused to admit it. Because of course… he wasn't jealous. Was he?

No, no, green was Lloyd's color. 'Cept, the whole phrase went 'green isn't your color'.

And green sure as heck wasn't his color. He was the blue ninja.

Which posed the next question. Why did he still feel so sad?

Jay's heart sunk. It felt heavy, like a rock. Like there was a foot pressed against his chest, holding him down.

Maybe he should just keep quiet for the time being and see where the day's events would take him. That way, he could easily focus on whatever was going on in his head earlier that day and sort himself out.

And perhaps his answer could be found by the sole fact that he was constantly denying his heart its terrible aching for Cole.

#lego ninjago #ninjago #ninjago cole #ninjago jay #jay walker #bruiseshipping #geodeshipping #implied #fic #fanfic #ninjago fanfic #ns13 spoilers #ninjago spoilers #cross-posted on FFN and AO3

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elles-writing · 4 years ago

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When The Worlds Collide - V

Pairing: Kili x reader

gif not mine

A/N: A new chapter!! I hope you’ll enjoy this one. I’m having a stressfull and changing times right now, I’m trying to fight with my overthinking and also trying to figure out many things and books have became my new reality, so…yeah. I’m going to be writting, but posting less, around two times or one time per week, because I want to give you good quality content around at least one thousand words.

I also could not draw, I didn’t got time for it. I’ll add the fanart later, I’m sorry about that, but I think you are going to love it. A lot.

You can send me asks all the time, I love answering them!!

I hope you guys are safe, remember, you are going to be okay at the end!!

Question of the day: Do you like C. S. Lewis‘ books as well? I personally love Narnia a lot!

Masterlist part one part two part three part four

Tags: @moony-artnstuff @whenputtingpentopaper

Kili’s personality by MBTI (I was wondering about it, so I used Google) from @funkymbtifiction . ESFP

….

You were waiting for their reaction, when they decided to try tea with milk.

Pfff!

Both Kili and Fili grimaced.

„That’s a weird combination.“

„Wait…“ They carefully sipped again and Kili firmly shook his head. He clearly didn’t liked it, but Fili carefully sipped a bit again.

„Well,“ he said after a few moments.

„It’s not that bad.“ You looked over at Kili.

„Yeah, it’s good…“ You smirked and folded your hands on your chest.

„I can clearly see in your face that it’s everything but good.“ Kili looked down at the cup with suspicous glare.

„It’s okay, some people here dislike it, or even despise it. It’s up to everybody’s preference.“ You shrugged your shoulders.

Living with them was not the worst thing ever, though. You had to make sure everyone had a place to sleep, have enough food and introduce them to all the things in your world they didn’t had in Middle-Earth. And there was a lot of them.

The first thing, your house. The way it looked like. Then how the electricity works (which took you some googling, which was becoming a sport now, when you thought about it). How does the shower works. And a lot of other topics.

It was almost a week since they came into your life, and even if you sometimes felt flustrated, sometimes a lot, but when there was Gandalf, Balin, Bard and Bilbo, whom knew how to make sure that the dwarves (and even elves) won’t do more bad than good.

There was one dwarf in particular who was making you blush on every single opportunity he got to flirt with you, shamelessly, being cheeky and totally charming.

It was Kili, obviously.

You acted you didn’t really paid too much attention to it, but every action he did (well, aside from his cooking, that was making you feel anxious and letting him in kitchen only with somebody whom knew how to cook, which was often Bilbo or Bard) was making your stomach flip and create a bunch of butterflies flying inside your belly.

You wanted to introduce them your favourite music, but you didn’t wanted to be way too fast. They needed time to adjust and you were still trying to figure out how to send them back home.

You‘ve often dreamed about going to Middle-Earth before, obviously, but now it was a serious thing. If you’d found a way, you could maybe go with them. You didn’t wanted to leave your friends and family behind, but a simple life in a cottage with bunch of books, comfortable bed and armchairs and garden with vegetables and apple and pear trees was all you’ve been dreaming of. So peaceful and calm life, away from all the stress that took a note on your mental health from time to time…

„KILI, YOU BROKE SEVENTH CUP THIS WEEK-“ You’ve heard Fili from the kitchen and sighed. Living with them all was great, but if you wouldn’t figure out the way to get them back, you were sure you would run out of dishes you had.

You’ve decided to take a look at calendar and see what you had planned out, so you’d say you were still sick or something, because it would be a challenge to leave for like an hour to get some shopping done.

You couldn’t imagine leaving them here for eight and more hours.

You took your calendar and started flipping through it, but a thought came to you.

You looked at the date they appeared at your doorstep and in your house, and checked the moon phrase.

You froze.

It was a new moon.

You frowned and sat down to your laptop, ignoring stares you got from mostly of the dwarves and elves.

„It cannot be…“ you mumbled. Gandalf looked at you.

„What’s wrong, miss Y/N?“ You looked up at him.

„You’ve appeared here at night when was a full moon, which means new beginnings. That would make a sense.“ He sat down to you (you’ve explained them how most of things in modern world are working) and looked at the screen.

„i was probably at the same phase of moon, even if most of…“ you carefully looked over at Fili and Kili, trying out eating rice by one grain, and almost rolled your eyes.

„…most of you won’t still admit where you were and what you were doing.“ Gandalf looked at you with his “granfather“ look.

„Yeah, dwarves and elves are stubborn.“ You sadly smiled and nodded.

„That’s what they are, but I still wonder…“ you’ve heard loud ACHOOOO-! and sighed.

„Bard, get out from the kitchen!“

„That was Legolas!“

„Legolas, stop looking through the spices! You know you sneeze after the pepper!!“

„I just touched a mug!“ You deeply sighed.

„Kili, Fili, you should stop waisting the pepper, or I’m going to shave off your beards.“ You’ve heard how they choked on their rice.

„Yeah, I am being serious. I may also put some pepper to your beds sometime.“

„You wouldn’t!“ You’ve heard Kili’s voice. You smirked to yourself.

„Maybe.“

„Oh noo, Y/N, you would not!“ He dramatically announced and you shook your head.

„Wanna find out?“

„You’re evil.“ He mumbled.

„Aye, I know.“ You laughed.

You and Kili were teasing each other like this all the time. You knew he was all flirty (you never played the other two movies – they told you that the first one has turned off after five minutes, which you assumed was because electricity was turned off, and you needed to figure out how to watch the scenes where Kili was flirting with Tauriel without feeling way too jealous.), so you didn’t wanted to get your heart crushed.

But it was fun. Really fun.

#kili x reader #when the worlds collide #the hobbit fanfiction #the hobbit #kili

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penaltbox · 5 years ago

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didn’t we have fun? - ryder donovan

it’s back.

i even went and got the original header for it because i love it that much. read it, share it, reblog it. if you’ve never read it before then let me know what you think!

__________

He swallows hard before hitting the send button, hoping he’s caught you at a good time. He’s not exactly sure what your life looks like these days. He doesn’t know your class schedule or if you have study group on Wednesday nights anymore. He isn’t sure if you still go to Kollege Klub with the boys Saturday nights or just stay in with your roommates and drink that wine you love so much.

You’re sitting on your couch, notes from your class spread around you like confetti with the color coding system he’d taught you dancing across the pages. Your phone lights up and you frown, figuring it was one of the boys asking if you wanted to go out. Your breath catches in your throat when you see his name light up your screen. What used to be such a common occurrence was something so surprising now and you immediately unlock the phone.

It’s a simple message but so him, so very Ryder. It’s laced with emotions you had pushed away for the better part of a year since things had ended and they spring back instantly.

‘Just wanted to say I hope things are going well this semester. You deserve the world.’

You try and swallow the lump in your throat at those words. It used to be ‘I’ll give you the world one day’ and had transformed into ‘you deserve the world’ as he slowly started to cut things off. It had been mutual, more or less, but it still hurt deeper than you ever thought something could.

He would forever have a spot in your heart. He was the first boy you’d ever loved, ever been truly in love with. But Vegas came calling earlier than he expected and you still had to finish college. It was the hardest decision ever, but you both knew free time would be slim and you didn’t want to ever disappoint one another. So it ended.

As you read the message over and over again, you can’t help but think back. You had spent so much time with him. You’d done so many things and gotten to go a lot of different places. He always ended your dates with the same question:

Didn’t we have fun?

—

Freshman Year

You’d seen him in your shared dorm building a few times before, but always smiled and kept your head down. He was ‘too cute’ was what you always told yourself but he seemed to think otherwise. He kept saying hi, kept talking when he’d see you around. Even on campus he’d make sure to say hi.

You quickly found out he was on the hockey team and that stole your heart so fast. You grew up playing and suddenly you had plenty to talk to him about. He was quick to invite you out with him and his teammates, but you declined the first two invites. The third time he wouldn’t take no for an answer, practically begging for you to attend a party the next night.

“Bring your roommates if you want! It doesn’t matter who goes, but I do want to get to hang out with you,” he’d said, that big smile taking over his face.

You had little defense when he gave you that look and so you finally gave in. It’s how you ended up at your first college party, taking it all in along with alcohol you hoped wouldn’t get you into trouble later.

Ryder was with you almost the entire night, happily introducing himself to your friends and you to his. He was even more outgoing in a scene like that and you knew the two of you were opposites.

“You look super cute tonight,” he leans over towards you, hoping only you would hear.

Your friends give you a look, making up excuses about needing to step away. You can feel the redness that takes over your cheeks as you give Ryder a bashful smile.

“Thank you. This is actually pretty fun. I didn’t know what to expect,” you say, motioning at the packed living room in front of you two.

He nods, but he’s not looking at the party. Instead he’s watching you as you slowly look up and realize what he’s doing. It’s no relief for the blush on your cheeks and you can’t help but elbow his side gently.

“What? It’s not nice to stare,” you laugh.

He smiles instantly as his hand finds the small of your back, “hard not to when you’re so pretty. I’m also wondering what I might have to do to get you to go on a date with me.”

The question catches you off guard, but you’re quick to tell him he only needs to ask. And so he does. He gets your number, saves it in his phone, and promises to text you the next day. Your friends wander back over after a bit, checking to see if you were ready to head home.

You nod, looking over at Ryder, and turning to say goodbye. He pulls you into a hug and you tiptoe to give one back to him. Before he pulls away you hear him quietly ask the phrase you’d become so familiar with over the next two years.

“Didn’t we have fun?”

You whisper a ‘yes’ pulling away slowly and smiling at him. He gives you a little wink and nods towards the door. You give him a little wave as you go, the butterflies in your stomach practically carrying you out.

***

The Kohl Center is electric for the current series and you’re so glad you decided not to skip the game that night. You cross your arms, slipping the sleeves of Ryder’s sweatshirt over your hands as you nervously watch them skate around. They were playing so hard and had to score a goal soon with the way things were going.

You see Ryder hop over the boards and your eyes are glued on him. You’d managed to snag a seat on the glass for this game and you can’t take your attention off him. You see the puck hit his stick at just the right time and the goalie is frozen, leaving open a perfect shot that Ryder doesn’t miss.

You’re cheering alongside everyone else in the fan section but Ryder is looking for just you. As the boys crowd around him he’s looking over, a big smile taking over his face as he points at you.

You can feel the burn of the blush on your cheeks and realize you still have to sit through one more period before you can congratulate him. The game drags by as you impatiently watch them fight for the win.

The Kohl clears out as you and a few others slowly make your way down to wait for the boys. You find yourself tapping your foot and checking the time every few minutes. A blonde poke of hair finally comes down the hall and you can’t help but get excited.

“Good game,” you say as he quickly wraps his arms around your waist, lifting you off the ground in a hug.

“I can’t believe that net was open! Did you see how hard the defenseman pinched over and left me open? That was so awesome!” He rambles, smiling down at you.

You can’t help the butterflies you get from watching him, still not used to this incredibly cute boy giving you so much attention. It had been a few months now and he hadn’t lessened his interest in you from what you could tell.

He takes a deep breath finally and leans down to kiss you, surprising you considering most of his teammates were around. You kiss him back, hiding your face in his chest once he pulls away.

He laughs, laying a kiss to your head, “I have an important question for you.”

You hum, looking back up at him and biting your lip. He raises a hand, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear.

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

You feel like your face could split in two from the smile on it and you quickly nod. You had a feeling it might happen soon, but after a game was not when you’d thought it might go down. Ryder leans in for another quick kiss, mumbling as he pulls back.

“Didn’t we have fun?”

And oh, did you ever.

Sophomore Year

The wind whips your hair back as the boat quickly flies across the large Minnesota lake. You laugh as you watch Shay fall off the wakeboard, their dad slowing the boat down to go back and get him.

Your legs are over Ryder’s lap, his hand on your thigh as the other holds a Yeti mug with a mixed drink in it. This was probably your definition of the best day possible and you were more than happy to spend it with the Donovan’s.

His parents had welcomed you with open arms two days prior, which was good considering you were spending the week at their place. They treated you like one of their own and it only made you even more ingrained in Ryder’s life.

Shay climbs back onto the boat and sends you two a smirk, knowing Ryder wasn’t about to move away from you. His dad mentions they should head back for dinner, checking his watch as he trolls back to their dock.

You help his mom with what you can for dinner, but she tells you to go relax after a bit. You find Ryder out on the deck as the sun starts to go down and sit on his lap, one hand sliding up the back of his neck as you play with his hair.

“Hi pretty,” he smiles at you, leaning in for a quick kiss, “think you got a little sunburnt today. We’ll have to get you some aloe gel before bed.”

You nod and kiss the side of his head, “good idea. So I think I love your family.”

He lets out a little snort as he looks up at you, “you love them?”

You nod, mentioning how sweet his parents had been and how his sisters both seemed to welcome you in so easily. He nods a little, watching you speak about it before slightly interrupting.

“I’m glad you like them. If you plan to share a last name one day I’d hope you all get along.”

The comment catches you a bit off guard, but you try and cover it up. You shrug and smirk a little at the handsome boy below you.

“I think I’d sound pretty good with your last name, don’t you think?” You ask, trying to keep up the act.

“Think it would sound great actually. Now that I know the crew approves of you,” he smirks.

You gasp a little, ready to grill him about what that means, when his mom steps onto the deck to tell you that the food is ready. You make a mental note to ask him later about what he had meant.

The meal goes just as comfortably as the previous days had been and you even get to hear them pick on Ryder a little. It makes you laugh and watching him interact with his most important people only makes you fall for him harder.

His parents had trusted you both enough to sleep in the same room and as you finish getting ready for bed, you turn to him and remember his earlier comment.

“What did you mean that they approve of me?” You ask him, sliding under the covers and rolling towards him.

He shrugs and flips the light off before joining you. He pulls you closer, his arms wrapping around you.

“They’ve all made little comments here and there about how they think you’re sweet or good for me. Mom straight up said she likes you. Dad doesn’t say it in quite as many words.”

You smile, ducking your head into his chest, “well I’m glad they do. I was worried before I came here, but now I almost never want to leave.”

Ryder laughs and starts to gently rub your back, “one day you won’t have to. I promise.”

You sigh and start to relax in his arms, the long hours outside and in the sun taking their toll. You’re just about to fall asleep when he asks his usual question.

“Didn’t we have fun?”

You kiss his chest, “I always do with you, baby.”

The months with Ryder quickly blur as your one year anniversary flies by with so many amazing moments. You feel like you’ve known him forever rather than having only met him one school year prior.

Things get busy as the school year starts to get near the end, and Ryder’s season has one set of games left. He’d had a standout year during his sophomore campaign and you knew it would pay off with Vegas.

You just didn’t know how soon.

When Ryder asked you to stop over at his apartment that afternoon you didn’t think anything of it. There were a few days left before the final series of the year and you figured maybe he was just nervous. So you head over without a second thought as to what that night might hold for you.

You let yourself into the apartment he shared with his brother, noticing that Shay’s backpack and coat were gone. A night class on Wednesdays, you thought to yourself. You and Ryder had used that to your advantage plenty of times that semester.

“Ry? Where are you?” You call out, kicking your shoes into the pile of much larger ones.

A door opens down the hall as Ryder comes walking towards you, head hung low. You smile but it quickly fades when he won’t look up at you. An odd feeling sinks into your gut and you hardly step away from the front door.

“Ryder?” You whisper, the worst situations flying through your mind over his silence, “what’s going on?”

He looks at you then and you can tell something is weighing heavily on him. You’re ready to snap as you wait for him to explain.

“Vegas called. They want me to go there once my season is up.”

Your world halts suddenly. Vegas? Vegas was good for him. That’s where he’d end up eventually, and you knew he’d played well enough that they were checking in on him lately. But you didn’t imagine this happening now. You thought you had a few more months in Madison and then the whole summer with him. You thought you’d both get four years together and graduate; you’d get to move on to Vegas together.

“That’s... that’s amazing, Ryder,” you say, but you know your smile isn’t a real one. You know he can tell, too.

“I know it’s not what we expected,” he starts off, walking over and grabbing your hands, “and I’ve been thinking about some things. Things between us.”

You frown and look up at him quickly, “what do you mean you’ve been thinking?”

“I don’t want to hold you back. I don’t want you to feel like you have to wait around for me to text or call. I don’t want you to miss going out with the boys or dancing at parties.”

You scoff and pull your hands back, “so you’ve been planning a break up? Is that what you’re saying?”

“No!” He quickly responds, shaking his head, “not at all. You know I love you and I’m in love with you. But I want you to have fun, too. I think maybe if you’re not tied to me then you can do that better.”

“There’s gonna be so many girls dying for your attention there,” you mumble, crossing your arms at the thought. You figured maybe if you held yourself tight enough he couldn’t stand there and break your heart like he was.

He sighs, “you know that’s not what this is about. I don’t care how many girls there are. I just know you hate long distance. Me being gone in the summer is hard enough, and I don’t want you to be miserable all the time.”

You can’t swallow the lump in your throat any longer and the tears start to fall. Ryder’s shoulders sink and he quickly pulls you against him. You press your face into his chest as the sobs start to wrack your body.

The only boy you’d ever been in love with was letting you go because he didn’t want to hold you back, but you weren’t ready to let go of him either.

“Ryder, no. Please no, we can do this. We can make it work,” you argue, knowing better but saying it anyways.

“Baby, please. I’m so sorry,” he mumbles, his voice just as choked up as yours, “you know we’ve talked about this.”

You pull back and see his bottom lip quiver as he tries to hold back his own tears. You shake your head, knowing he was right and things probably wouldn’t work out. You’d get mad that he was gone and busy, and he’d be missing out on so much of your life that the fights would be inevitable. It made sense to cut things off. At least at that point in your lives.

“I love you so much. You’ve taught me so many things and I can never repay you for everything you’ve given me. I’ve never met someone with a better heart or who cares as much as you,” he smiles a little, wiping away the tears that couldn’t stop falling.

“Rydes, you mean the world to me. I’ll never love anyone the way I love you.”

He clears his throat and nods, leaning in to kiss your forehead. You grip his wrists tight, wanting to stay there with him.

“I’ll still come to your last two games. I wouldn’t miss it,” you say quietly.

He pulls you in for another hug, burying his face in the side of your neck. This was hard for him too, and so you held him just as tight. Your fingers start to play with his hair, running through the soft blonde locks.

“You were so good to me,” he mumbles against your skin, “I don’t know how to ever thank you.”

“You gotta go do your thing,” you put your hands on his shoulders, pushing him to stand up.

“Yeah,” he whispers, staring at the ceiling as he tries to pull it together, “I don’t want my stuff back. If you’ve got sweatshirts and stuff then that’s okay. Maybe we’ll find each other again in a couple years. Maybe once you graduate you can come visit me.”

You smile, as much for him as for you, “I’d love to. I’m gonna miss you like crazy. And your family, god I’m gonna miss them.”

“You know if you ever need anything you can call them. They’ll always love you just as much.”

“I need to go, I think. I need to think about everything and process it and...” you shake your head gently, looking once more at the boy whose side you never wanted to leave.

“I get it. You ever need me, just hit me up. I’ll always look out for you,” he nods and then smiles a little, “didn’t we have fun?”

In that moment so many memories flash before your eyes. Your first date, your first study session, your first time with him, your first trip to Minnesota, your first I love you. He’d been your best friend for the last year and a half.

“You’re one of the best things that ever happened to me, Ryder. And I’ve always had fun with you,” you nod, getting your shoes back on.

He holds the door for you and leans down, giving you one last kiss.

“I love you,” he says as you step out the door, “always will.”

“Love you more, Ryder,” you nod, turning and forcing yourself to go as the tears cloud your vision.

—

Ryder waits with his breath held to see the little bubble pop up to tell him you were typing. He knew you’d read it. You both had left your read receipts on for each other so he knew.

He thinks back to when he realized he needed to reach back out. He never contacted you anymore, wanting to respect you and give you time to heal. He still talked to the boys on a regular basis though, and that meant on Snapchat as well.

He’d had a game in Chicago that night, just hours from where you and his boys were at. It was a Saturday though, so he knew what you all would be doing. The routine went: game, go change, then head over to KK. He jokingly snapped a few of his regulars about behaving themselves when they were out, but he wasn’t prepared for the return snap he got from Owen.

He still remembers the video like it was burned into his memory. The camera turned on and the flash makes you squint, laughing at Owen. Ryder knows the giggle all too well and can tell you were a little drunk. What he doesn’t expect is you reaching over and taking Owen’s free hand in yours as you say “stop it, why are you so cute, O?”.

Ryder swore his heart was about to collapse when he heard those words out of your mouth. He’d even replayed the video and the feeling in his gut had wrenched hard. He’d had to take a couple deep breaths but that was when he knew he had to try and get you back, long distance or not. He couldn’t imagine you with one of the boys, but he still sends a quick snap back that night.

“Take care of her for me!”

And he meant it.

Ryder’s brought back to the present as his phone vibrates in his hand. The message from you pops up and he reads it quickly.

‘It’s been tough but I think I’ll survive. Miss you Rydes.’

He hits the phone call button suddenly and you’re more than caught off guard when you see it pop up on your phone screen. You answer hesitantly, not having heard from him in so long. You aren’t sure what to expect.

“Hello?”

“Hey,” he sighs, trying to fight back a huge smile, “I have a question for you.”

Your curiosity wins easily and you find yourself replying with an instant, “and what might that be?”

“I’m coming back to town as soon as the season is over,” he says, not telling you he was making the trip only to try and get you back, “Would you want to get lunch with me?”

#ryder donovan #wisconsin hockey #mine #my blurbs #my writing #hockey fic

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sm-entertain-me · 5 years ago

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Accuse Me (M)

Contains: Park Chanyeol x (f) reader, adult language, sexual themes, smut, (FALSE) accusations of cheating, ANGST (things get messy with Kyungsoo), intentional unprotected sex, heavy foreplay, rebound sex, begging kink, teasing, creampie, friends to lovers!au.

Synopsis: Kyungsoo has accused you of cheating for the last time. If he's going to accuse you of something so absurd, why not do it with the one person he's accused you of cheating with the most? You're sure Chanyeol wouldn't mind.

“Why are you being like this?” You yelled at your boyfriend as he stood opposite of you in your shared kitchen, arms folded over his chest while glaring intensely at you. Kyungsoo was never consolable when he got into one of his moods, especially when it came to him making wild accusations about you and one of his good friends, whom you never even touched in a romantic way.

Ah yes, Kyungsoo always thought you were sleeping around on him when you had no reason to. You loved Kyungsoo and everything he does, but lately the accusations are becoming too much for you to bear. Every night it seems Kyungsoo would come back from work and accuse you of fucking Chanyeol when you didn’t answer his “Honey I’m home” phrase fast enough. He even went as far as to storm into the bathroom while you were taking a shower, mid shampoo, and rip you out of the shower just to make sure no one else was there.

“Becaus Y/N, you’re dressed like you’re wanting someone else to fuck you. Am I not enough for you? Am I really that bad for you to parade yourself around to all of my friends like you’re ready for them to take you from behind? Is that it?” Kyungsoo seethed at you from the opposite side of the counter, his arms bulging from how hard he was squeezing his hands together to keep from doing something he regretted. He knew he could control his anger, but he wanted to be careful just in case.

Your eyes widened at your boyfriend’s accusations, anger building inside of you as you stepped over at him, huffing, “Are you fucking kidding me, Kyungsoo?” You elected to use his legal name since now was not the time for niceties, he wasn’t deserving of any. “I’m in pajamas! No one is coming around here tonight so why the hell do you care what I wear?”

Kyungsoo rolled his eyes at you as he kept his composure, maintaining the distance between your bodies as he glared into your eyes yet again, “It doesn’t matter if anyone’s coming over tonight, you’re still dressed like a whor-”

Before he could even finish his sentence, your hand came crashing down on the side of his cheek, the sound of your hand hitting Kyungsoo’s face echoing through the apartment. He had gone too far this time. You didn’t feel bad as you continued to sneer at him, anger raging through you at this point as you refused to back down, furthering your cause by jabbing your finger into his sternum a lot harder than necessary, “I’ve taken all this shit from you our whole relationship. I have stood up for you when you really didn’t deserve it, I have brushed of all the snide comments you’ve made about me, and I’ve even called off work just to prove to you that I was never “cheating” on you in the first place. How fucking dare you, Kyungsoo? After all the things I’ve done for you, you have the nerve to call me a whore...”

“You know what? We’re done.”

After the tongue lashing you gave to Kyungsoo, you marched off towards your bedroom to grab your phone and an overnight bag to stay at some place other than the toxic place you currently called home. As you were packing a spare change of clothes, pushing past Kyungsoo’s figure to go the bathroom and grab some toiletries, Kyungsoo’s voice called out for you, “Where the hell do you think you’re going? We’re not finished.”

“Oh, yes we are,” You retorted, continuing to throw miscellaneous items into your bag haphazardly so you could get the hell out of your apartment and far away from Kyungsoo. You hadn’t texted anyone to ask if you could crash at their place but you were sure that once you told them the situation, they would be more than happy to let you stay. The only problem is, you didn’t really know whose place to stay at. You had a few options, but then remembered that all your girlfriends were away on holiday without you since you decided to stay home for Kyungsoo’s sake. However, there was one person you could go to that would piss Kyungsoo off so much that it was almost too good to pass up.

Even with Kyungsoo constantly trying to hinder your packing to leave, you finally managed to get everything together that was necessary: phone, keys, wallet, change of clothes, shampoo, body wash, charger, shoes, brush. Everything was ready to go. And as you stood in the doorway, leaning down to slip on your shoes, you threw Kyungsoo a sideways glance before biting at him, “By the way, I’m going to Chanyeol’s tonight, don’t wait up. I’ll be back in the morning to grab the rest of my things. Bye, Kyungsoo.”

When you finally left the apartment, you could heard Kyungsoo shouting after you, begging for you to come back followed by endless apologies. You didn’t care about any of them because you knew there was no meaning in any of his apologies. They were just empty promises of a future he knew you wanted but could never give you. He could never change his ways of being possessive and paranoid, never trust you even though you did nothing wrong. He could never be the man you needed.

“What... Are you doing here?” Chanyeol asked as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, a small yawn escaping his lips as he stared at you from his front door. Chanyeol always looked effortlessly attractive whenever he was sleepy, something you picked up on when you first spent the night at Junmyeon’s place after a party you all were invited to. Chanyeol passed out on one of the couches from drinking too much and you and Kai decided to team up and draw some interesting things on his body, taking note of the cute snores that fell from his lips as the permanent marker stained his skin.

Chanyeol was still waiting for an answer from you but could tell by the fact you were in pajamas and had an overnight bag slung around your shoulders that it had something to do with Kyungsoo. None of the guys were strangers to the many fights you would have about infidelity, some of them being accused of sleeping with you just as you had been accused of sleeping with them. Knowing Chanyeol was the number one accused, Chanyeol would make an effort to distance himself from you whenever Kyungsoo was around for respect of your relationship, but couldn’t help the natural chemistry you two had. You laughed at his jokes as he laughed at yours, you would tell him your favorite songs and he would play them for you on guitar, Chanyeol would sing songs in a goofy fashion whenever you were sad because he knew that would make you laugh...

Still searching for an answer to his question, you stood there, motionless as you could feel tears beginning to prick your eyes. You had spent so much of your life building a relationship with Kyungsoo, supporting him through everything he had ever gone through and this is how it all ends. False accusations piled on no matter how many times you tried to deny them.

“No, none of that,” Chanyeol’s voice cooed as he reached out and grabbed your wrist lightly, pulling you into his huge arms to envelop you in much needed warmth while you wailed into his shoulder. Chanyeol hated seeing you like this, everyone did. But there was genuinely nothing they could do because they didn’t want their friend to turn on them and ruin everything they’ve ever dreamed of. But Chanyeol was willing to put that past him whenever he saw the first round of tears falling own your face, holding you close while his hands stroked your back softly in an attempt to soothe you into contentedness.

Still in his arms, Chanyeol pulled you inside of his apartment and closed the door with his foot, leading you to his obnoxiously comfortable couch to sit you down and tend to your needs before you were ready to talk about what went on this time. Honestly, out of everyone that could’ve been comforting you right now, you were kind of glad it was Chanyeol. He’s always been known to be patient and caring of others’ feelings, even if that meant putting his on hold. Something you were never exposed to.

“So, do you want to tell me what’s going on now?” Chanyeol asked softly as he was still holding you, this time shifting so that both of you had your backs on the soft cushions of the couch, you resting your head on Chanyeol’s shoulder.

Sighing to yourself, ultimately collecting yourself so you can form proper sentences, you leaned further into Chanyeol’s shoulder to respond, “Kyungsoo accused me of cheating again... And he called me a whore.”

“He fucking what?”

“Chan, please,” You begged, reaching out and laying your hand on his forearm that was now bulging because of his balled fists. “Don’t. He’s not worth it anymore. I already dealt with him and that’s why I’m spending the night here. Let it go, for me.”

Although Chanyeol wanted nothing more than to push himself off of this couch, run all the way to Kyungsoo’s apartment, break down the door and bash his skull in... He couldn’t. You had to tack on the “for me” at the end of your sentence, rendering Chanyeol useless in doing the things he wanted. And to that, Chanyeol sighed as he took his free hand and ran it slowly through his bright red locks, turning to look at you as he spoke softly, “Fine, but only for you.” You couldn’t help but wonder what else he would do for you...

It’s no secret that Chanyeol is one of the most attractive guys you had ever met in your life, it was just a shame you’d met him after you were already in a relationship with Kyungsoo. You remember how nice and genuine Chanyeol was the day you met, automatically pushing your hand away and pulling you in for a hug to introduce himself. You also remembered the butterflies that swarmed your stomach when he did that, you silently begging to yourself that he wouldn’t comment on your accelerated heart rate. That was the day you convinced yourself it was nothing but indigestion or something health related, but you knew deep down it wasn’t.

Now that you had time to reflect on your past without the toxic influence of Kyungsoo haunting you, you’re starting to realize all of the qualities that you wanted in a soulmate were present in Chanyeol. Chanyeol would share his last couple of fries with you even when you refused, shoving the last two fries in your mouth and telling you to deal with it. He would come to pick you up from the clubs when Kyungsoo was “too busy” to care, making sure you got home safe and helped you get to bed. He would make you laugh whenever you were feeling glum about what Kyungsoo did this time, making silly faces and poking tenderly at your sides to hear your infectious laughter.

“Y/N, you’re staring,” Chanyeol chuckled, waving his hand in front of your face to get you to snap out of your self-induced trance. Chanyeol noticed you weren’t paying attention to him at all when he started talking about him getting in a hilarious spat with Sehun earlier today, your absent laughter tipping him off. Usually you were rolling on the floor whenever Chanyeol told you about Sehun and how they got into comeback wars. However, this time you were silent as your eyes sort of glazed over while staring at his facial features, more specifically the way his dimples deepened when he spoke about a particularly funny comeback at the demise of his dongsaeng. If he was being honest, Chanyeol didn’t mind you staring. Not even the slightest.

Chanyeol noticed how you didn’t have a signature snarky remark at his observation, tilting his head at you in order to get a proper read on you. He had your full attention now, you turning towards him in your seat and having your eyes meet with his, your lips pursed slightly as you continued to admire his dimples. Chanyeol chuckled again at you, rubbing the back of his neck nervously in favor of glancing to the carpet to avoid looking into your eyes and falling victim to his embarrassment, “You’re still staring.”

Your brain finally decided to work as you moved closer to Chanyeol, purposely bringing your lips a mere two inches from his as your eyes flicked from the plumpness of them to his shining brown orbs, “And? So what if I am?”

It was as if your way of challenging Chanyeol flipped a switch within him as he leaned in to ghost his lips over yours, looking deep into your eyes as his arms wrapped around your waist to pull your chest flush against his. The action caused your breath to hitch in your throat as you looked at Chanyeol with wide eyes, not knowing he was so spontaneous.

Chanyeol took note of the fact that your breath was still caught in your throat, his grip on your waist getting tighter as he pressed the smooth surface of his lips onto yours, speaking in the sexiest whisper you had ever heard, “Then I’d might have to do something about it.”

You knew it was wrong. You knew it was wrong to come over to Chanyeol’s house instead of say, Jongin’s or Minseok’s, but you chose the one person that would piss Kyungsoo off the most. You knew it was wrong to move on so fast after you dealt with a horrid break up. You knew it was all wrong. But there was a big part of you that didn’t care. You had made all the wrong decisions your whole life and you turned out fine; why not add another? After everything you’ve been through, why not?

You acted on instinct as your hands found Chanyeol’s shirt, bunching up underneath his shoulders and pulling him against you, pouring your whole entire soul into him as your lips danced with each other’s. His lips were soft and gentle but his kisses were hungry and feverish, Chanyeol’s teeth gnashing against your bottom lip as his tongue would swipe across the flesh to elicit a symphony of moans. Chanyeol had the ability to strip away any kind of breathing with just one, hungry kiss. You could tell how much he craved you.

As Chanyeol kissed you back with no restraint, he leaned forward into your frame to grab the underside of your thighs, spreading them apart far enough so he could snake his way between you. The action of spreading your legs apart caused you to gasp into his mouth, eyes shooting open to look at Chanyeol as he continued to touch your body in ways you didn’t think were possible. Hands caressing the innner part of your thighs, hand resting on the nape of your neck to keep you steady as his tongue slid around yours, him rubbing his hardened cock against your slick.

“Oh my god,” You keened as Chanyeol now forced you underneath him, his lips traversing the skin of your neck. Chanyeol liked to leave love bites to make you remember this night, sucking your skin into his mouth and biting hard enough to break the blood vessels. His lips felt so good against your neck, you subconsciously arching up against him as he reached the juncture of your neck, abusing the tender skin as you continued to moan out from the pleasure racing through your veins.

Chanyeol noticed how your mound was pressed firmly against his hardened cock, him pulling his lips off of your neck to look in between your bodies just to look back into your eyes with a sly smirk, “Someone’s needy.”

“Chanyeol please,” You whispered against his lips, looking up at him with pleading eyes as you could feel yourself becoming undone. He had been working your neck into different shades of red for god knows how long, every drag of his teeth against your jugular vein sending a slick of arousal to coat your panties generously. But something about the look in Chanyeol’s eyed told you he already knew the effect he had on you, watching you fall apart for him.

“You sound so pretty when you beg,” Chanyeol teased as he took his hand and found a strand of your hair, twirling it in between his fingers as he looked fondly at you. He smirked lightly as he tilted his head to look at you in all of your flustered glory. His eyes flicked between your lips to your eyes, tracing the outline of your face while he admired the red tinge on your cheeks. Your pupils were blown wide despite only a little bit of your eyes showing because of how hooded they had become. He could see you swallow hard the longer he look at you, indicative of how needy you were. And it was all because of him.

Eventually Chanyeol gave in to you, tearing the fabric of your sleep shorts in a lust driven moment to reveal your drenched pussy to him. So drenched that a small slick of your arousal could be seen slipping out of your entrance to coat the fabric below you. Oh god, the things you did to Chanyeol as you looked at him with innocence despite your pussy being on full display for him, earning a lengthy twitch of his cock.

“Fuck, Y/N. Stop looking at me like that,” Chanyeol said with a light chuckle as he leaned back on the couch, his hands flying to his sweatpants to slip them past his muscular thighs. Chanyeol stopped momentarily to look at you, an eerie seriousness in his tone, “Do you know what you do to me?”

Chanyeol made sure you weren’t going to answer as he sighed, running a hand through his hair as he removed the rest of his clothes, settling in between your thighs to prep himself before he carried on the seemingly one sided conversation, “You look so damn innocent and pure all the time, but Kyungsoo always told me how you changed. I was so jealous of the fact that you were under him instead of me-”

“Actually, I was always the one on top. Kyungsoo never did anything, he just laid there...” You recalled as you searched your mind for the memories of your ex, rolling your eyes as the words left your mouth. “Chanyeol, fuck me like I deserve to be.”

He didn’t need to be told twice as he immediately pushed your thighs apart, licking his lips at the sight of your arousal still flowing out of you, begging to be filled with his thick cock. “Goddamn,” Chanyeol choked out as he ran his fingers up your slit, feeling you clench around nothing as he did so. Once he looked at how much of your arousal coated his fingers, he knew you were more than ready to take every single inch of him without so much as a strain of your voice. “I’m going to fucking wreck you, baby.”

Chanyeol pushed himself deep inside of you, groaning out as your walls clenched around him, him hanging his head as a shudder ran up his spine from the feeling. You felt so good around him that he wanted to stay inside of you forever, but that was just from slipping inside of you. He hadn’t even felt what it was like to fuck you until you couldn’t walk straight, something that he’s been wanting to do the minute he saw Kyungsoo’s arm wrapped around your shoulders.

Moans filled the room as Chanyeol picked up the pace, pulling his cock out just to thrust it back into you with a well placed grunt. Every time he pushed himself all the way into you, you could feel your resolve weakening, your nails digging deeper into Chanyeol’s toned back muscles. Sweat coated both of your bodies as you writhed under him, arching upwards to feel his abs slide against your torso with every thrust.

“God you feel s-so good,” Chanyeol praised as he threw his head back, blinking fast to try to control himself even though you could feel his cock twitching wildly inside of you. He was falling in love with the lewd sounds your bodies made when they smack together and the way you screamed his name every time his cock curled up into the spot that had your toes curling underneath you. He even fell in love with the way your pussy squeezed tightly around him to bring him deeper into you while also working to get him to cum. Everything about you being underneath him had him falling deeper in love with you than he already had.

You could feel your edge coming as Chanyeol decided to switch positions to where he gripped your hips, lifting your ass off of the couch as he leaned back on his knees. His hands were wrapped tightly around each of your hips as he would pull your body against his while he thrust into you, achieving stretches and depths you didn’t know were possible. Every thrust of his cock at this angle pushed against your slick walls in the most amazing ways possible, stars starting to cloud your vision.

Chanyeol looked at you with a look that exuded passion, his eyes blown wide, a bead of sweat rolling down his face and his jaw slack. He was nearing his edge a lot closer than he wanted to, throwing himself into overdrive at this point. You could feel his grip get tighter on your hips as he kept you off of the couch but leaned forward to drive himself deep inside of you while also using his pubic bone to stimulate your throbbing clit, and action that sent you reeling.

“Chanyeol!” You cried out as your hands struggled to find purchase on any part of Chanyeol’s sweaty body, finally gripping onto his bulging biceps as you felt euphoria surge through you. “Oh god, Chanyeol!”

“Fuck yes, cum for me baby. O-Ohhh,” Chanyeol cried out with you as his grip tightened for the last time, his fingernails digging into your skin as his hips finally stirred against you, spilling his cum deep inside of you. Chanyeol came so hard inside of you that his eyes rolled into the back of his head, him slumping forward and having his head collide with your collar bone to pass out. You couldn’t blame him though because even though you were trying your best to keep yourself awake, sleep claimed another victim.

Morning came to collect you from your slumber, the sunlight hitting your eyes immediately to pull you from your pleasant sleep. A groan fell from your lips as you woke up in a bed that wasn’t yours, next to a man you weren’t used to waking up next to. You were always used to seeing Kyungsoo’s dark black hair, not Chanyeol’s bright red locks stuck to the pillow. And you definitely weren’t used to Chanyeol staring at you lovingly as you woke up, a smile plastered on his face.

A smile found its way onto your face as you slide your body closer to Chanyeol, him wrapping his arms around you tightly and pulling you flush against his body just to hear how hard his heart was thumping. That was the hardest you had ever heard someone’s heart thump, and it was all because of you.

This is how you deserve to be treated. Not being accused of sleeping with others when you never even dreamed of it. Not being yelled at for the kind of clothes you wear around the house. And definitely not being made out to be the bad guy in every situation.

You deserve love. You deserve Chanyeol.

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n0-0ne-really · 4 years ago

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Our Kids (part one)

The main part of this fic takes place roughly 20 years after college for Iwaizumi and Oikawa and their families. I would tell you more, but idk how to tell you about it without giving anything away.

However, this first part is kind of the preamp to my initial idea. It may take me a couple of chapters to get to the main idea of this fic, but we'll get there.

Also, the title is subject to change, but I couldn't come up with a good title so...

Pairings: Iwaizumi x oc

Warnings: since this is really the first fanfic I've ever posted, I'm pretty sure it's gonna be a bit rough around the edges. Also, it might be cheesy

Before moving to California for college, Iwaizumi had sworn to himself that he would avoid getting into any sort of relationship until, at least, the final year of his studies. He had it all figured out. Even if he did get serious about someone, he would wait a couple years after graduating to get married. After all, he needed to be financially grounded before committing to taking care of a whole other person. However, all those plans couldn't prepare him for what was to come.

It was the first week of classes and Hajime was still finding his way around campus. He thought he was going to be early to his class, only to arrive at the wrong classroom and be informed that the class he was looking for was on the exact other side of campus. He was rushing as fast as he could to get there when, turning a corner, he ran smack into a girl.

The papers and books she had been carrying (and herself) got sent sprawling to the floor in the mostly deserted hallway.

"Gomen," Iwaizumi muttered, hastily scrambling to help the girl collect her scattered belongings. When he helped her up, he got his first good look at her. She was a head shorter than him, dark brown hair piled in a messy bun on top of her head, and startling golden brown eyes. He didn't realize how much he was staring until she spoke.

"Arigatou gozaimasu," she ducked her head in a slight bow, before looking up to smile at him.

Iwaizumi looked at her, wide eyed. "You speak Japanese?" While it was true he hadn't been in California long, so he hadn't really had much time to find a community, Iwa hadn't met anyone else who spoke his native tongue yet. He certainly didn't expect to find anyone who did by chance, either. It was like a small breath of fresh air that made him feel a little more at home than he did just moments ago.

"Oh, well, not exactly," the girl shuffled her feet uncomfortably. "I know several phrases and I could probably carry on a conversation, but that's it. My parents are both from Japan, but they moved here before I was born. They wanted to get accustomed to the language here, so they stopped using Japanese around the house and I never learned to speak it. I've been trying to learn it on my own and actually my major requires me to take a foreign language, but my parents live a few hours from here and they don't have time to let me practice with them."

Iwaizumi listened, transfixed, to this girl as she talked several words per second without taking a breath. Something about her openness and sincerity drew him to her and made him want to hear her talk like this all the time.

"You could practice with me," he found himself offering when she reached a stopping point in her words. "I'm a transfer student from Japan and I need more practice with my english reading comprehension. Maybe we could help eachother?"

"Really?" She grinned excitedly. "I think I'd like that. There's just one problem."

"What is it?" Iwa's eyebrows furrowed instantly.

"We haven't even introduced ourselves," she stated with mock seriousness. "I can't very well be study partners with a strange man I don't know."

Iwaizumi mentally kicked himself. He had been so distracted by his thoughts that it didn't cross his mind that they hadn't even learned each other's names yet. "I'm Iwaizumi Hajime," he accompanied his introduction with a formal bow.

She suppressed a giggle at his formality. "I'm Yua," she extended her hand for a handshake.

Iwaizumi gently accepted her hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you. And sorry for knocking you over. I'm--" whatever words he started to say died on his lips when he heard the clock in the courtyard sound out the hour. "I'm late for class!"

He released her hand and turned the direction he needed to go. Before getting too far, though, he called over his shoulder, "I'll find you later, Yua!"

"I'll be waiting, Iwaizumi," Yua called back, watching his retreating form with a smile.

From that moment on, Iwaizumi's fate was sealed. True to his word, he found Yua again and they exchanged phone numbers. They started off meeting up once a week to work on their language studies. They learned more about each other and spent more time together and by the end of that first semester, they were practically inseparable.

By the beginning of the second semester, Iwaizumi knew that Yua was the girl he was going to marry. Yua invited him to come with her to her family's house for spring break, since he didn't have anywhere else to go. To say he was nervous about meeting her family would be an understatement. His nervousness was quickly dispelled. As soon as he walked in the door of her home, he was welcomed like one of their own.

"I think my parents like you more than me," Yua gently nudged Iwa's side one evening while they were walking around her hometown. "They keep asking me why it took me so long to bring you around."

"What can I say? All my friends' parents love me," Iwaizumi chuckled softly. When Yua only hummed in response, he regretted that he specified 'friends'. As if that's all they were. That thought stopped him in his tracks, grabbing her arm as he did. "Yua, I was wondering..."

"Yes?" She turned to look evenly into his eyes. She didn't seem as perturbed at his use of the word 'friends' as he was. Maybe he was wrong and that really was all they were, but he needed to know for sure.

"I like you a lot," Iwaizumi blurted. "I've liked you since the moment we met. You've become my best friend, but I don't want that to be all we are. Will you be my girlfriend?"

A slow smile spread across her face at his abrupt confession. "I thought you'd never ask," she threw her arms around him, hugging him tightly. "I would love to be your girlfriend."

Over the course of the next couple semesters, Iwaizumi and Yua took their relationship slow. They got to know eachother on a deeper level than before, spending as much time together or with her family as they could.

On one occasion, Yua and her mother were gone shopping, Iwaizumi took the opportunity to ask her father's blessing to marry her. He fully expected the older man to give him the whole speech of "are you prepared to provide for a family" and so on. Instead, he was met with an enthusiastic smile, not unlike Yua's, and overwhelming support for his proposal.

So, Iwa bought a ring and planned out in great detail the day he would pop the question. He took an entire day of activities that took place at places where they had some of their most significant "firsts" together. The coffee shop where they had their first date, the bench by the pond where they had their first kiss, the hill where they had a picnic and first said "I love you" to each other. Finally, as the day was drawing to a close, Iwa took her to the place where they had first met.

"I thought we were going back to the dorms, Iwa," Yua raised a curious eyebrow at her boyfriend.

"Not just yet," he smiled gently, the butterflies in his stomach twisting around as he held both of her hands in his. He took a deep, steadying breath as he steeled himself for what he was going to say next. "This is the exact spot I ran into you three years, four months, and eight days ago."

Yua glanced around the empty hallway, the setting sun bathing the ordinary walls a beautiful gold. Looking back into Hajime's deep, emerald eyes she asked, "Has it really been that long?"

"It has," Iwa confirmed, giving her hands a gentle squeeze. "If anyone had told three years ago that I was going to completely discard my plan to stay single until I graduated, I wouldn't have believed them. But here we are and I couldn't have dreamed of a better deviation from my plans."

He let out a shaky breath, but continued on. "You are my best friend, my biggest cheerleader, my strongest ally and supporter. You are the kindest, most compassionate woman I have ever known. You are always confidently yourself and you push me to be a better man. You are my favorite part of every day and the only thing I dream about at night."

He paused again, eyes misting with tears of joy. He let go of one of her hands, reaching into his pocket and dropping to one knee.

"I never want to spend a day without you. I want to wake up next to you every morning for the rest of my life. I want to build a life and a family with you," Iwa slowly withdrew his hand from his pocket, holding the ring. "Yua, will you marry me?"

Yua had tears streaming down her face, completely overcome with happiness. "Yes," she whispered, initially unable to speak any louder than that. She spoke again, louder this time, "Yes, of course, I'll marry you!"

Iwaizumi slid the ring onto her hand before pulling her into an excited kiss. "I love you so much," he said after pulling away to rest his forehead against hers.

"I love you, too," she answered.

That night, they began discussing and planning their future. There was a lot ahead of them, but they were facing the future together and that's all that mattered.

#iwaizumi hajime #hq iwaizumi #iwaizumi x oc #hq fanfic #timeskip au #is it technically an au?#i have no idea #n0-0ne-really writes

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alittletournesol · 5 years ago

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Kingdom Of Jinju {MinKey} part 31/33

Chapter 31: Home

A third morning rose on Mongje’s manor, as the sound of birds chirping and grasshoppers stridulating seemed louder than ever. The days following their Lady’s passing, it had been as if every single person, every single thing around had recovered the permission to live. For once in so many years, laughters were resounding in the corridors, reverberated around the garden’s trees whose bright green leaves were tickled by the summer’s breeze. It was a long awaited, new momentum that was welcomed without the slightest feeling of guilt.

Though, the joyful chatting among houseboys and maids was slowly making space for worries and regret ; the King and Prince would leave that day. It had been quite a short stay but they couldn’t deny their actual matters, which were waiting for them in their kingdom. For many, it felt like losing their young Lord once again and with him, the light he was and had always been for this too dark place. But despite everything, it was easier for each of them to let him go, for this time, he was leaving happily.

His husband and him had stayed the past three days to make sure everything would be taken care of properly until what they had announced as an upcoming exodus. After their long debate with Lord Taehyun, the other evening, the manor’s employees had been the first summoned persons to explain the new plan. The single idea of their hometown being seriously endangered had hit them and most of them had struggled to hold their loud gasps.

However, they had carefully listened to the one who was still their rightful leader, Kibum, as his mother’s son in spite of her accumulated and undisguised hatred for him. He had taken as long as needed to explain them the complete situation, never hiding an element that could have led everyone to doubt and mistrust. He had showed his faith in them and thus, they had showed theirs in return. Surprisingly, the news of his father’s regency for the next seventeen months hadn’t been welcomed too badly, for the fresh memory of the man’s redemption and long kept secrets had tipped the scales in his favor.

The most difficult part had been the public announcement. Minho had first suggested to write as many official documents as needed to warn Mongje’s people about the situation and their decision, but his husband had politely declined. He had wanted to address them in person, and though the organisation had been quite a lot to handle… it had born fruits. The nobles had been gathered first to hear the news, both King and Prince standing on a stage and surrounded by soldiers to ensure their safety, talking to them in a way that would please them.

It had only been about adapting their speech and phrasing to their audience, the nobility’s haughtiness needing a lot of sugarcoating and insurance about their wealth’s future in this situation. On the opposite, announcing everything to the people had been easier, for most of their worries had been about their families’ safety before and during the exodus — the journey would naturally last longer with hundreds of people walking together, including young children.

Each of their wonders had been acknowledged and answered with honesty and goodwill, mostly by Kibum himself. After all, he hadn’t forgotten the bond he had once grown with the people, when he used to take walks in the streets with his sister. It had been decided that the truth behind Haneul’s passing would be kept a secret for some more time, until it would be needed to reveal her daughter’s existence ; when Sooyun would be officially introduced to Jinju’s court as the King’s heiress. For the moment, the priority was about the province’s future.

A whole day had been taken to make the announcements, the next one being used for everyone in the manor to rest before the departure’s preparations. Jonghyun had returned from his parents’ house after biding his goodbyes, passing the huge doors just a few minutes before. He smiled looking at the lively gardens and the noticeable activity around, realizing he had never seen this place like this ever before. It felt refreshing.

Making his way through the yard and the few carts that were being filled with supplies and clean camping material, he soon met the General. The latter was giving instructions to his entire battalion, making his voice loud and clear enough with an ease that left the teacher speechless and, admittedly, weak in his knees. Though he didn’t mean to interrupt and was about to discreetly walk past them all, many were the recruits whose eyes left their leader for a second to notice him.

“It is beyond essential for all of you to stick to this organisation and to your squadrons, to remain focused…” Jinki was saying when he naturally saw his soldiers’ eyes and stopped talking, turning his head. “Oh, good morning, Sir Jonghyun.”

“Good morning, General.” The blonde man smiled, refraining himself from cringing at the necessity for them to call each other by their titles in public. “It wasn’t my intention to draw attention, I will follow my path right away.”

“It’s fine, I was done. I have to talk with you about the journey, will you accept to wait a minute so we can discuss it ? We will be leaving soon so it’s urgent.”

“Certainly.”

Obeying with a hidden joy, Jonghyun bowed his head and stepped backwards to leave the soldier to his speech. He stood there, holding his hands behind his back like he always did, his eyes scanning the assembly. Most of these soldiers were so young, barely the same age as Taemin, though determination was clearly noticeable in the flame dancing in their eyes. Just like a teacher, enlisting to vow your life to your ruler’s and his kingdom’s protection had to be a vocation.

He remembered the few recruits who had been dismissed by Jinki within the past months, because serving in the army wasn’t a calling for them. They had tried, they had certainly outdone themselves in every training, but they lacked the most essential thing : a purpose. Despite he had let them go almost through the complete training before the qualifying tests, the General wasn’t blind, nor stupid. He had taken them apart, one after another, to let them know that he knew. To give them a chance to withdraw before getting involved in something that wasn’t for them and that they might not even really want.

Only two recruits had assured him they wanted to go on, and he had let them. A wise decision, the blonde man thought as his eyes met the face of these two men whose eyes had changed since that day. They had done well to keep fighting, and their superior’s caring, private speech had had the best impact on them. All these young men standing to attention, hearing every single word from their leader and answering in unison with the same enthusiasm, it was pleasant to see.

Jonghyun smiled as he wondered if Jinki’s pride was the same as his, when his students would master a lesson and climb another step of their education’s stairs. Those who knew the General well would notice the extremely discreet way the left corner of his lips would raise when he felt proud. It was quick and almost imperceptible, few were the ones who had observed him enough to know. Taemin had certainly been the fastest man to realise it ; his observing skills were the sharpest among his peers and that always served him well.

Speaking of the devil, it was at that moment that the teacher noticed that the familiar face of his friend wasn’t in the crowd. As one of the most recent recruits, his place should have been at the front, yet he definitely wasn’t standing there. Before he could let his eyes wander further in the battalion, Jonghyun got startled by all soldiers shouting before dispersing according to their squadron and next task. It was only when Jinki reached his side that he snapped out of it, looking at him.

“What an orator.” He said, a crooked smile enlightening his face as he started walking, slowly to make the best of this private stroll. “Have I told you that your voice is the most beautiful I’ve ever heard ?”

“You’re being sappy again.” The General returned the smile, following him with a hand resting on his sword’s pommel. “My voice might be beautiful, but something more beautiful caught all of my soldiers’ attention while I was speaking.”

“So you’re hiding a poet under that thick armor, I might ask you for more. Though I don’t think your soldiers saw beauty in me… just someone appearing out of nowhere.”

“I’m a bit jealous to think I was the last one to notice you. I shall make it up to you soon.”

“We will discuss an arrangement then. But as for now, what is it that you wanted to talk about ? I don’t remember you ever had something to tell me for our previous journeys.”

“You got me, I just wanted you to wait for me so we could walk together.”

“Good heavens above ! I might blush.”

As he laughed at the way his lover patted his own cheeks, the General climbed the first steps under the manor’s porch and offered his hand to the blonde man. It was one of these gestures that had become quite a routine, for Jonghyun’s long tuniques could be a hell of a bother when meeting a staircase. Though, this simple proposed hand was enough for the latter to feel his stomach tighten in a very pleasant way — he refused to talk about butterflies or whatever insect the soppy idiom used.

With a smile, he slid his fingers on the strong palm that held them both firmly and gently — how was it even possible ? — while he slightly pulled his skirt upward to see his feet on the steps. Once they were both before the door, he expected Jinki to let go of him… but once again, he got surprised. As they entered the house, their hands remained discreetly holding as if the snugness of the closed place could hide them from any pair of eyes. The staff was way too busy to notice this detail, and for sure the soldier took advantage of it.

The blonde man hid a shy smile. He wouldn’t say it out loud but he loved the way his partner had developed a liking for touching lately ; not in a naughty way, he just loved to take every opportunity he could to brush his arm, fondle the small of his back when no one was looking… Even just putting a hand on his shoulder in public felt more than just the common friendly gesture others saw in it.

“Did I miss a few interesting things while I wasn’t here ?” The youngest of the two asked. “Anything, really.”

“Hmm… everything went so fast, I can’t remember much.” The General replied. “The first thing that comes to my mind is that the little princess loves Minho’s hair a lot.”

“How much did he lose during this fight ?”

“A few tufts. Much of his dignity.”

“I would have loved to witness that myself… she seems lively. And Kibum’s hair ?”

“Intact. It’s too fine to her liking.”

“Look at you talking like a professional. We’ll see when she attacks you.”

“I’m not going near her, I care for my life. Also I am the General, I must keep an image of—”

“Sure, sure. We shall see about that.”

As they were still talking, they walked by the kitchens and stopped in their stroll when they heard a bunch of familiar male voices, interrupted by a really young laughter. Frowning, they let go of each other’s hand and entered the room, making sure not to be noticed too fast so they could see what was happening. They weren’t disappointed. At all.

Sitting with one leg on either side of one of the benches around the long wooden table cooks use for all their preparations, Taemin was surrounded by his little group of friends… all of them giggling and trying to catch the attention of the little girl who was sitting on her uncle’s leg. The young soldier was making her jump on his thigh while the other men played the fools to hear her laugh. Sooyun was on cloud nine and definitely loved having all this attention on her.

“I can’t believe you’re not only linked to the Prince, but to the future Queen as well !” Moonkyu exclaimed for nearly the fifth time. “Do you think she can grow up looking like you ?”

“Stop being dumb, she’s more related to the Prince than Taem.” Jongin retorted as he waved a small fan in front of the girl. “She actually already looks like him.”

“You’re right, she has the same features.” Taemin smiled, leaning on to look at his niece from the side. “Her eyes are like his, the shape of her face too. But the nose and lips are definitely her mom’s.”

“Still, her grandfather is also Taemin’s father, just as much as the Prince…” Wonsik calmly thought out loud. “If she takes more after her grandpa’s side of the family, there are chances that she grows some similarities with you. Many kids end up looking more like their uncles or aunts, so why not ?”

“Hmm, there’s nothing I would want her to share with me, I mean… I’m not that special.” The uncle said as his cheeks turned pink. “If anything, I just want her to be as hopeful as I am.”

“I think you meant naive and gullible ?”

Jongin’s words made his friends snigger, even the victim of this sarcastic attack who just slapped the fan away from his niece and pulled her a bit more towards him. It was like he pretended to protect her from his mean comrade, though his gesture looked so instinctive that it left no room for doubt. Taemin knew his the little girl for nearly three days but was already committed to ensure her safety, to protect her from everything he would consider as a threat.

The four men were joyfully talking about everything and nothing, mostly things related to the upcoming journey, and whenever Sooyun babbled, they just paused in their discussion to awe and give her all the attention she wanted. Looking from afar, Jonghyun was holding his laughter back as the situation looked quite entertaining… while Jinki’s facial expression was a combination of honest enjoyment and strong wish to reprimand someone for not being in position.

This little gang wasn’t giving him any trouble during trainings and missions, they were all extremely invested and as their General, he couldn’t be prouder. The affinity they had grown for each other had naturally enhanced their team effort, and their shared energy and skills were always showing great results once put together, in every situation. However, they were just as compatible when it came to be mischievous and have fun… including by sneaking out.

“Although this is quite an interesting situation to witness…” Jinki said with his loud and clear voice as he walked forwards and startled the young men. “May I know why four of my best soldiers, who should be getting prepared to join the royal convoy’s main escort by now, are lazing around in the kitchens ?”

“Sir !” Wonsik answered first as he stood up, imitated by his friends. “We were by no means abandoning our positions, but lending a hand to a civilian who asked for assistance !”

“And that is why you are holding a teat with no bottle, Kim ?”

“Th-This is… a teat, Sir. For the princess.”

“Indeed.”

“Sir, if I may.” Taemin stepped forwards, still holding a now strangely quiet Sooyun whose slender eyes were focused on the newcomer. “We were getting prepared with our comrades when the princess’ nanny required assistance regarding the feeding.”

“Feeding ? Hence the teat, I presume.”

“Yes, Sir. The kitchens were out of milk and she needed someone trustful to keep an eye on the little girl, since she needs both her hands for… you know.”

“I see. And four men were needed to look after one child.”

“General, aren’t you being a bit too harsh ?” Jonghyun’s gentle voice eventually interrupted the lecture as he appeared from behind with a smile on his face. “I’m sure the princess was really pleased with the presence of these four young persons. Hi, my dear. Oh, I guess this is an invitation.”

As soon as she noticed the blonde man she had already seen a few times in the past three days, Sooyun immediately focused on him and was now stretching one of her small arms in his direction, the other one still holding onto Taemin’s shoulder. The latter, though pouting at the thought of letting her go, helped the manoeuvre and made sure she grabbed good hold of the teacher before he stepped backwards.

Now that the little girl wasn’t under their surveillance anymore, the four soldiers offered Jinki a bright smile before saluting and leaving the kitchen as fast as possible — not forgetting to wave at their new infant friend on their way out. The General rolled his eyes but eventually smiled and made the most of the returning calm in the room to sit a bit. Jonghyun remained standing, holding the baby with one arm under her butt while he held her tiny hand, dancing a gentle waltz and humming the music.

Sooyun sure did love that, she giggled whenever they spun even though it was very slow, the movement certainly feeling faster to her young and small body. At some point, the man even held her above his head with his arms stretched, never stopping to spin on site to keep her entertained… and occupied, his lover ended up realising. His recruits had talked about a feeding issue, meaning the girl might have expressed her hunger earlier. Just as Jonghyun at that moment, the four young men had made sure to keep her mind busy so she would forget about being hungry until her nanny would be back.

They were even smarter than he thought, and heavens knew he already thought highly of them. But handling such a new situation with easiness, he himself didn’t know if he would have been up to the task.

“Look at you, so comfortable around kids.” Jinki smiled. “Is there something you can’t do ?”

“Many things in reality,” Jonghyun replied, slowing down his pace and thinking, “they’re just not quite essential to live a good life.”

“You make me curious.”

“Well, let me think about one thing… Ah, you know I can write with both my hands ? It’s quite useful when you’re hurt or need to work with two hands… but something strange about it is that I can’t draw with my right hand.”

“Can’t you ? Writing and drawing are that different in terms of manipulating your pencil ?”

“Have I ever told you that you’re adorable when you talk to me with that habit of making every sentence more complicated than it can be ?”

“Don’t change subjects.”

“Alright, alright.” The blonde man softly laughed as he sat next to the other man and held Sooyun on his lap. “I don’t know how to say it but yes, it’s different. It’s not the same kind of outlines, drawing needs more precision than just writing letters following each other. Our letters are rather easy to write, it doesn’t require a complex movement of hand and wrist. Drawing is different, and my right hand is a bit shaky. It’s my weakest hand in many situations.”

Listening carefully, the General nodded and tried to remember some moments when he clearly saw Jonghyun use his hands. He expected to have images of him drawing, grabbing or lifting an object, come to his mind, but his face flushed with a dark red when his mind tricked him. Suddenly he could only see the other man’s hands during their private times, and indeed he always used his left one rather than his right one.

He knew he had been caught furiously blushing but before the teacher could tease him or whatever, an incredible timing made the little girl start whining and her nanny rush back to the kitchen. Jinki promised himself he would thank the Gods later for this benediction, as he stood up to salute the old woman who shooed this formal gesture like a grandmother would do.

“Ah, good heavens !” She complained while she quickly poured the content of a small bucket in a pot and hung it above the flames of the fireplace intended for cooking. “For sure the heat is a bother for our livestock ! It took me twice the time I usually take to milk our best cow, I hope the milk will be good… Poor little thing must be starving !”

“Do not worry, madam.” Jonghyun gently reassured her, standing up to make Sooyun hop on his arm. “She was in eight very good hands before the General and I took over. We had to send the soldiers back to their packing, but this sunshine was just as sweet with us than she was with them.”

“I feel so sorry that you had to pause in your duties to take this situation in charge, though. The journey is approaching and I haven’t even finished packing my things.”

“Are you accompanying us ?” The soldier raised an eyebrow, this information had evidently slipped his mind.

“According to his Grace’s request, yes.” The woman said, her voice suddenly calmer as if the single thought of Kibum appeased her worries and haste. “How grown up he is now… if I hadn’t stopped him, he would have gone on his knees to beg me ! He believes he will need my experience as a nanny to learn how to raise this little peanut, and to use my services when the King and him wouldn’t be able to take care of her. It’s naturally that I agreed, I don’t really have a life here in Mongje if I haven’t any Kim baby to look after.”

“Then, madam, I promise you we will not leave this place until you’re sitting in his Grace’s coach.”

“No please, I’ll be perfectly fine sitting next to the driver of any cart around. I think the royal coach will not be large enough to fit his Highness, his Grace, the Princess and me.”

“His Highness does never sit in the coach.” The teacher smiled. “He rides his horse among his army, as is his wish.”

“Oh… well, then my boy might want me to give him some of my advices during the journey.”

While Jonghyun nodded to show his agreement, Jinki couldn’t help but slightly smile at the obvious soft spot the old woman had for the Prince. After all, she was the one who raised him the most to have him become the man he was, when his own mother wouldn’t even look at him. This story had hurt the General a lot although he hadn’t really let it be noticed, but by looking at the nanny, he felt reassured that his sovereign and now friend also had been showed love and affection during his childhood.

“This is settled, then.” He stated. “We will leave you to your work, so you do not run too late because of our chatter.”

“It’s completely fine, I will just feed our sweetheart right there and we will head to pack immediately.”

Saying this, the woman pulled the pot away from the fire and poured some warm milk in a bottle before closing it with the teat that was in Wonsik’s hands earlier. Almost instantly, Jonghyun approached her and handed her Sooyun, who let out a cry when she saw her meal so close to her yet not in her little hands. Once she was comfortably held by the nanny and quiet, relishing her drink, both men bowed and made their way towards the door.

“Oh, by the way, madam.” Jinki turned around when he remembered a question to ask the old woman. “Have you perhaps seen the King and Prince ?”

“For sure, they’re in the training yard.” She answered. “I didn’t have time to really look at what they were doing, but I heard swords hitting.”

“Swords hitting ?”

“How interesting.” Jonghyun commented before he grabbed his partner by the inside of his elbow and pulled him outside.

As he ignored the General’s mumbling — why would his sovereigns be dueling when they should be preparing to leave within the next hour ? — the teacher walked rather fast through the corridors to reach the training yard. It was located at the far end of the domain, on the other side of the gardens so the sound of weapons wouldn’t distract the employees from their respective tasks.

Everyone was buzzing so much no one really noticed the two men making their way through trunks, laundry and employees. They made themselves part of the moving decor and easily found themselves in the wanted place : the yard was empty, pure logic to Jinki who had commanded all of his soldiers to attend their duties and had been imitated by the Prince regarding Mongje’s army. However, two silhouettes were noticeable, moving around in the dueling space.

Just like in Jinju, there was a large area dedicated to demonstrations and duelings, the only difference being that here, it wasn’t fully closed by high walls. The pitch was surrounded by a small rectangular structure made of four low walls holding several wooden pillars to support a rather light roof. It was more serving as a boundary to mark the dueling space out, that wasn’t covered open-air itself. There, the teacher and soldier recognized the two duelists in motion, aiming and hitting each other with swords.

As they approached, they both felt quite relieved to see their weapons were made of wood, though they immediately saw the iron ones scattered not far from them. The show that was happening under their eyes was rather intriguing, but not less interesting. Minho and Kibum were standing at a fair distance from each other and had got rid of their formal attires to only wear their light shirt and pants. As they both wore white and their hair held in a ponytail, the only way to differentiate them when they moved was the way they moved.

Minho’s steps were rougher, his feet often sliding on the gravel, and his body tended to lack suppleness for most of his displacements. However, he clearly knew his strength and had control over it, his best advantage when dueling ; he never hesitated to hit first, holding his sword in one hand and keeping the other one ready to grab, push or punch. Facing him, Kibum was way much more feline, his steps light and almost graceful even in a situation like this. When responding his husband’s attacks, he balanced himself with his free arm while blocking as many hits as he could.

“He’s trusting his body.” Jinki whispered, catching Jonghyun’s attention. “He’s an archer, his reflexes are sharp but a sword and a bow don’t call for the same aptitudes. I saw him during the hunt, he can change the position of his arm and his upper body faster than any of us, and still he never needs more than three seconds to adjust his sight and shoot. It’s incredible how he can apply this ability to dueling as well, look how he switches positions to avoid the opponent’s blade…”

“It’s the first time I see him using a sword, you know.” The blonde man said, and the way the soldier raised his eyebrows betrayed his surprise.

“You’re kidding ?”

“He’s never been into dueling, it has always been Taemin. I can assure you he never raised a sword until now.”

“Damn it… that wouldn’t be the first time he shows up with some hidden skill.”

Both men couldn’t take their eyes off their sovereigns, the King being clearly advantaged thanks to his own years-long training. But the Prince wasn’t outdone, far from it, as he managed to avoid most attacks in a sly way, his eyes focused on his opponent’s arm, shoulder, and sometimes his legs. He never stared for too long at his sword, rather choosing to anticipate his husband’s movements by analyzing him.

“This takes days, if not weeks, for new recruits.” The General quietly gasped, not even blinking nor waiting for Jonghyun to ask for an explanation. “Not staring at the sword. This is like the biggest mistake they all make at the beginning, because every reasonable person would watch out for the weapon that tries to hurt them.”

“They shouldn’t ?” The teacher asked, hissing when his friend narrowly avoided a hit and took a few steps back.

“They mustn’t. For so many reasons, I couldn’t list them all right now, but… he looks exactly where he should, and he opts for a defensive position to study his opponent’s approach. He’s looking for a breach… how can he do that when it seems to be his first time…”

“Kibum has always been a quick learner, you don’t need to teach him something twice and his brain is all about theory. He often refused his instructor to show him the way to do certain things, he just listened once to the theory and put it into practice himself. It rarely worked on the first time—”

“Obviously ! You can’t pretend to succeed practice on first try if you just have the theory. It must take, what, a dozen tries at least !”

“He needs around five.”

“Listen, that’s impossible. Five tries ? When he wasn’t shown the example ? Even my best soldier takes at least ten days to succeed for the first time, whatever the technique I teach him.”

“Taemin is eager and impatient.” Jinki didn’t even react at the way the other man guessed who his best soldier was, he was way too dumbfounded to think straight. “He will try something as soon as you tell him about it, without thinking enough, when the theory isn’t even half clear in his head. Kibum is the opposite, he will think a lot about the theory and see it in his mind, imagine it and analyse every potential outcome. When he tries and fails, it just clarifies his theoretical approach and he fixes the origin of his mistake.”

“He’s more redoubtable than one can think when seeing him…”

“Of course, that’s his secret.”

Jonghyun smiled when his partner had to sit to digest this whole new information that troubled his instructor’s brain. At the same moment, the Prince found the breach he was looking for and launched his attack… but Minho was far from a beginner and had purposely given him the opportunity, avoiding him with a sharp, fast movement that made his husband lose his balance. The latter felt the wooden sword hit him on the side and he fell on one knee, preventing his fall by putting a hand on the floor.

“Damn it.” Kibum swore, catching his breath and taking the King’s hand when the latter approached him and offered his help. “I thought you were going easy on me but not at all, right ? That breach was a trick.”

“Of course it was, you didn’t think I would let you beat me after only three days ?” The younger man laughed, helping him to stand and dusting his pants himself. “Let’s stop for today, we will leave soon.”

“Can’t we do it just one more time ? I’m sure I can pierce your breach, trick or not, I only need one more try, maybe two.”

“We’ll do that at home, I promise. It’s getting late, come.”

Minho laughed at the way the other man seemed to pout to convince him, and he only leaned on him to kiss his forehead before he went to pick their things up. Like one man and with no apparent reason, Jinki and Jonghyun fell down to their knees and hid behind the low wall. They kept quiet and listened to their sovereigns’ movements, hearing the rustle of fabric and the clinking of the swords they collected from the floor. Footsteps soon faded away and once silence fell on the yard, both men sighed.

“Three days ?” The General realised. “I’ve been so busy I didn’t notice they’ve been training together.”

“That’s lovely, if you ask me.” The teacher smirked, standing up and adjusting his hair. “I can’t wait for Kibum to beat the King’s ass.”

“That will not happen, Minho learned from me, dear.”

“We shall see about that. You’re not infallible, aren’t you ?”

“Come here and repeat that.”

“No, I’m fine.”

Before his partner could stand up, the blonde man walked away with a playful smile on his lips… and literally ran away when he heard Jinki on his feet, chasing him. It was amusing how two persons as serious as them could lose themselves in such childish games when in a good mood. This time, everyone in the manor noticed the Prince’s teacher holding his tunic’s skirt up to better run away from the King’s General, trying to leave him behind by going through the garden’s low trees and high bushes.

Fortunately, no one saw them making their way to one of their bedrooms and locking themselves up inside until the awaited departure.

* * * * * * * *

The Queen Mother had finally stopped running, giving orders and asking for reports, and she was now changing clothes in her quarters. The same morning, a couple of scouts had reached the palace, announcing that the royal convoy had been on the road for the past three days and would arrive before sunset. One of them had read the piece of parchment the Prince had written during a break, briefly mentioning the triumph of Jinju over Mongje, the tragic end of his tyrannic mother and the agreement between the kingdom and province.

Though these were only good news and had reassured her, Jihwan couldn’t help but be apprehensive of what, rather who she would meet within an hour. At the end of his message, her son-in-law had deemed necessary to warn her that she wouldn’t welcome only those who had left, but also two important persons his husband and him couldn’t wait to introduce to her. As smart as she was, the woman had cogitated for hours about the identity of these two newcomers, in vain.

Even with the knowledge of her son’s minister in charge of foreign affairs, she had no clue. Mongje wasn’t full of important people, only the rulers and their closest relatives were worthy of having their names kept in the Five Kingdoms’ influential families’ register. In light of the province’s founder originally being of royal blood despite his betrayal and exile, a part of the heavy manuscript was dedicated to his lineage. The Queen had studied it over and over but couldn’t even find a hint about a potential remote cousin, even from the preceding generation.

Who could be so important but not registered anywhere ? This made no sense. Nevertheless, Jihwan had learnt with time that she could trust the Prince. It was still hard for her to unwind, for she had never been at ease with meeting new persons ; when her late husband was still alive, he was the one leading these encounters and she was either by his side, quiet and smiling, or anywhere else and not solicited. She had discovered this necessary task when serving as regent for a few years, and this was one of the few things she didn’t regret abandoning.

Once she was wearing a whole new outfit and her companion, Joohyun, had styled her hair, she stood up and took a deep breath. It couldn’t be that deep, so she would just do as she had always done : hiding her stress behind her impenetrable face. Never drop your guard, had she learnt through her own mother when she had been betrothed to Minho’s father. Never did she, even when pretending the contrary… and although her son hadn’t inherited this skill from her, she now had a son-in-law who was like a mirror to her personality.

After observing him throughout the months, she had had to admit that the Prince had some natural abilities that she shared. Perhaps it had been helpful to their slowly increasing relationship, for their realized they could understand each other on things the King unfortunately couldn’t. Both men weren’t aware of it — because of this skill of hers — but Jihwan had spent days and days looking for a way to maintain their wedding after they had come to her, on that unforgettable morning when they had somehow confessed to each other in front of her.

And she was terrified.

Terrified because she hadn’t found any solution, when the complete healing of the kingdom was only three months away from now.

“Your Majesty ?” The young Yerim appeared at the door, her cheeks pink from the race she had just done through the palace. “I was informed by the sentries that the royal convoy has just entered the town.”

“Already ? Thank you, dear, please make sure everything is ready and be prepared to welcome the King and Prince. As planned, I entrust Seulgi and you with his Highness’ belongings, Sooyoung and Seungwan with his Grace’s.”

“Yes, your Majesty, it will be done.”

“May I escort you, your Majesty ?” Joohyun asked, opening the door for her.

The Queen inhaled deeply and nodded, leaving her quarters and holding her own hands on her stomach. Followed by her companion who remained quiet as usual, she absent-mindedly fiddled with her rings, turning them, sometimes rubbing her fingers. The closer she was to the main doors, the stronger her stress grew and she managed to exasperate herself. She knew how it was going to end if she keeps worrying herself sick like this over something she couldn’t foresee.

Trust him, she repeated to herself while walking. Once she was outside, she felt slightly relieved when she saw the General’s father smiling at her as he was already standing at his place. She joined him and accepted his support, holding his arm.

“You must be proud of your son, your Majesty.” Lee Jinseok said, his voice betraying his own pride for the man he considered like a second son. “This ordeal was rather complex, even more at the beginning of one’s reign, and he dealt with it with success.”

“I am proud, just as I am proud of my son-in-law.” Jihwan replied, knowing the man was making conversation to soothe her. “They are doing an incredible work together and I couldn’t expect less from any of them. But your own son is not outdone, my friend. He seems accustomed to his new occupation.”

“He prepared himself for it all his life, and he was waiting for my abdication despite himself. But he is indeed as invested as I imagined him to be, and I am, too, proud of my son.”

“Isn’t it reassuring to see our children prospering ? I am glad they both had each other when growing up.”

“I am too, your Majesty. I think that once Jinju will be completely saved, we will be able to step down for good, with no worry. I trust your sons and mine enough to enjoy my retirement.”

“Y-Yes, I do as well.”

The Queen stuttered when she heard the way her long lasting friend used the plural to mention her sons, and he smiled noticing it. After all, she had confided in him so many times these past few years, and her most recent confession had been to speak highly of the Prince and admit she now saw a second son in him. It was a way for her to accept his position as her son-in-law, but the word son had even more importance as of that day.

It was like Jinseok reminded her of it on purpose, to help her believe in her own trust in Kibum. She ended up smiling as well, and raised her head towards the door. They could all hear the convoy approaching, and when the sentries played their drums, the doors slowly opened on the first half of Jinju’s army. Led by the King himself and his General, both of them riding their horse at the head of the squadron, soldiers entered and immediately found their place, making sure the carts could enter.

As soon as they got off their horses and entrusted the ostler with them, both men walked towards their respective parent and Minho removed his helmet before he pulled his mother in a warm embrace. She naturally returned it and held him tight, whispering welcoming words to his ears, while Jinki and his father shook arms like brothers in arms do. They’d never been into hugs, but the way the former General pressed a hand on his son’s shoulder said it all.

Eventually, the royal coach entered, followed by the few carts carrying the King and Prince’s belongings. The four maids Jihwan had assigned to them instantly moved, giggling a bit when some soldiers helped them to collect the trunks and other boxes. Minho let go of his mother to go open the coach’s door himself, placing the footboard himself and offering his hand. The pretty hand with long, slender fingers that found its place in his was recognizable among thousands, and Kibum’s head emerged from the vehicle.

Once he was on the bare ground, he smoothed his attire out and held his husband’s arm as the latter led him to the Queen. The woman smiled to the graceful, black haired man, and opened her arms. The Prince got startled for a second, not expecting this kind of request, but his cheeks eventually turned pink and a smile appeared on his lips as he leaned on and embraced her mother-in-law. It felt strangely fine.

“Welcome home, to both of you.” She said, allowing Kibum to straighten up. “How was the journey ? The weather has been quite unbearable lately…”

“We made sure to ride along rivers most of the time, so it was fine.” The King said. “I enjoy the bright blue sky and this summer heat, after so many years without it.”

“Yes, it feels good.” His husband added. “The only thing I have missed is a real bed, to be my honest and town mouse self.”

“I can fully understand it.” Jihwan laughed a bit before she recovered her serious face. “I must confess I have been quite nervous after reading your message… it is silly, of course, but I think I cannot wait anymore to meet these persons you mentioned.”

“Oh, yes, naturally. Please wait a minute.”

“It might be a bit shocking, but you do not have to worry.”

Her son’s last words obviously added fuel to the fire of her stress, but the Queen held it in and waited as told. She saw Kibum walk back to the coach and wait for Sir Jonghyun to get out of it before he seemed to go back in… but actually put only one foot on the footboard and reached inside with his hands. Jihwan’s heartbeat increased to the point she felt like the whole organ was going to pierce through her chest, until the moment it seemed to skip more than one beat.

When her son-in-law stepped backwards and turned over to walk towards them again, he had a baby in his arms. She didn’t even notice the old nanny who got out of the coach right after, her eyes staring at the small silhouette that was coming closer by seconds passing. Once they were face to face and the child looked at her, she frowned for a minute, trying to remember where she had seen these eyes and this expression… and it struck her when she got smiled at.

“By the Gods…” She muttered, her hand looking for someone to hold on to as her face grew pale.

“Mother, let me introduce you to Kim Sooyun.” Minho said with pride in his voice. “She is Kibum’s hidden niece, and the future Queen of Jinju.”

No reaction came to Jihwan’s mind, but her body responded the news the only way it could after so much stress. She fainted.

When she regained consciousness, she took a few seconds to recognize her own private room as she had been carried to the sofa. The slight fog before her eyes slowly faded and she eventually made out the features of the man who was holding her hand, sitting on the ottoman opposite her.

“Do not hurry, your Majesty.” The Prince’s gentle voice came to her ears at the moment she recognized him. “Here, some water.”

The Queen accepted the glass she was handed and slowly straightened up, holding her forehead with one hand and sipping. The freshness of the liquid helped to revive her and she gladly drank it all, getting a grip on herself. Looking at her, her son-in-law looked seriously concerned with his eyebrows furrowed, and she realized he was the only one around her. They were alone in the room, and she understood it had been according to his request.

“Perhaps I should have prepared you more for what was coming…” Kibum started, sounding honestly sorry. “I guess my enthusiasm got the better of me.”

“Where is everyone ?” Jihwan asked. “Have I been unconscious for long ?”

“No, it has barely been a quarter hour. The General’s father carried you here, Minho and I were with you but I asked both of them to leave. I thought I was the one who had to tell you everything.”

“You… You did bring a baby back from your hometown, I did not dream it…?”

“No, you did not. Let me explain myself, everything will be crystal clear in no time.”

The Prince looked at her, waiting for her approval, and the woman saw in his eyes that there was nothing predicting something bad regarding this child. He seemed rather calm and… fulfilled. She nodded and he spoke again, his voice controlled and tone gentle, telling the entire story behind her sister’s passing. He told about his mother’s long lasting whim and all the crimes she perpetrated, hidden behind his father’s disguised rightful authority. He revealed the truth behind his own lineage and the way they had found out.

Jihwan was observant when it came to one’s features, and she noticed how her son-in-law’s eyes seemed to be covered by a veil of pain for a few seconds, when he mentioned the trial. She covered her mouth with a hand to prevent herself from gasping when Kibum quoted his mother’s words, not omitting the harsh insults and confessions towards him. But his eyes recovered their sweetness when he mentioned his sister’s daughter, said her name and remembered the first time she smiled at him.

He explained how this little girl was the rightful heiress of Mongje and how, unfortunately, the province wouldn’t last long because of the drastic climatic change that would leave it to dryness within the next two years. The Queen was smart enough to anticipate the end of the story, and she guessed right : she nodded to everything Kibum said about the planned exodus to Jinju and the need for an agreement with Maguk before scheduling any constructions.

“Mongje will not make it, we have to come to terms with it.” The Prince concluded. “We will send an envoy to Maguk at the crack of dawn tomorrow, to ask for the claim of this piece of land. As soon as we will have their approval, we will begin the whole process.”

“You have been crowned for less than a year and you are already extending our realm.” Jihwan said, her voice steadier. “This might be a forced extension but this is promising a bright future for Jinju, you have my full support.”

“Thank you, your Majesty. We could not have your opinion before so I am glad you agree. For as long as we will get new houses built, my regency as the heir of Mongje will be handled by my father. This province will not exist anymore, and with its disappearance… this marriage could end as well. But we have a solution, now.”

“The girl.”

“Yes. Do you remember this ancient law you told us about, the other day in this same room ? We only need to have someone of my blood to ensure Jinju’s future. Sooyun is my sister’s daughter, my niece, and she needs a home. She has been hiding for too long and my father gave us his blessing. Minho and I… would like to raise her like our daughter and make us the heiress.”

“This is so… I mean, this makes a lot of informations to digest. But I presume my son and you reflected a lot before taking such a decision ?”

“We did. I understand that her lineage is not fully noble and that the Choi dynasty is made of pure-blood only, but—”

“It is not, and I think everyone knows it but pretends not to.”

Saying this, the Queen slowly stood up and adjusted her attire and hair before gesturing for Kibum to imitate her. She approached him and placed her hands on his arms, looking at him in the eye.

“Many times since this dynasty began, heirs were illegitimate children.” She said. “Many times, kings and queens committed adultery and the child who accessed the throne after them was born to a parent who was a commoner, or a noble with no royal blood. Did you know that the Choi dynasty is supposed to have kings and queens with light skin and black hair ?”

“I did not…” The Prince admitted before the insinuation hit him. “Minho’s skin is rather tanned, and his hair… it is dark but not really black.”

“Yes, because his lineage has stopped being pure for decades already. And… I am done lying, pretending. Despite the circumstances being tragic, you found a solution to your marriage, to Jinju’s prosperity. In light of all secrets and lies from the past, I do not see anything wrong with your niece being the future Queen. We will play along these so called traditions and make her follow that ritual I told you about, and she will be the heiress.”

“Are you really giving your blessing…?”

“What mother would I be if I refused the long awaited solution you have been eager to find ? This kingdom has a King and a Prince linked by marriage, and is ensured with their next sovereign. Everything is fine.”

Kibum stood gaping for a moment, not realizing that after so many months, they finally did it. He had everything he had always dreamed of, and it hit him at that exact moment, making him fall on his knees. He was so happy that tears of joy started rolling down his cheeks and when the Queen pulled him in her embrace, he gladly accepted. He hold onto her arms as his face was pressed against her stomach, while she smiled and held his shoulder with one hand, the other one caressing his black hair.

“And if I may tell you this one thing…” Jihwan murmured. “Your sister would be proud of you. I know I might have been cruel with you at the beginning, but now, I realise our realm will live thanks to your sole existence. And I cannot thank you enough for this, I was told that you felt guilty towards your sister but you can be sure of this : you honoured her, and you always will for as long as you will be the Prince of Jinju.”

Listening to these words, the young man’s quiet tears made space to loud sobs as he tightened his hold, the Queen eventually kneeling herself to properly hug him. She softly caressed his back and held him for as long as needed, but she couldn’t really understand the depths of Kibum’s cries. He was happy, for sure, and the woman’s words had moved him to the core. But more than the pride of honouring his beloved sister, he had just discovered the feeling of being a son.

Within a couple of minutes and just with her words, Jihwan had just been the mother he had never really had. Acknowledging his existence and thanking him for it, that was all he had ever needed, all he had sought for during his entire childhood but never found. It was like the fog that had been forced around his person since birth, the shadow that had surrounded him for years, had just been dissipated by a woman and her motherly words. He cried for a moment, needing quite a time to collect his thoughts and clear his head.

Eventually, he straightened up and wiped his face with the sleeves of his coat, before his face was enlightened by the most beautiful smile the Queen had ever seen on his face. Smiling herself, she stood up and took his hands to make his stand as well, wiping his last tears with her thumb.

“Now… would you mind introducing me to your niece again ?”

The young Prince nodded vigorously and enthusiastically led his mother-in-law outside the small room. In no time, they arrived to the east wing and walked past the royal quarters to reach the door of what used to be Taemin’s room when he slept not far from his friend before moving out to his soldier’s dormitory. After channeling his energy, Kibum knocked and pushed the wooden panel to reveal the chamber… who had gone through a slight change.

The single bed had been pushed against the wall to make space in the middle of the room for a crib. Jihwan immediately recognized it as her own son used to sleep in it when he was an infant, and she entered the room to walk straight towards it. As she caressed the edge and reminisced the countless times she had watched her baby sleep there, she didn’t notice that the place wasn’t empty.

She got startled by a man clearing his throat and turned around to find Minho, standing by Kibum’s side, his arms busy holding Sooyun. The Queen approached and covered her blushing cheeks when she really looked at the baby’s face. She hadn’t seen it wrong the first time, she looked like her uncle so much it was rather troubling… but in a good way. She had fallen asleep and her features were adorably relaxed — her tiny, pouting lips gave her cheeks an even rounder shape.

“She looks so much like you…” Jihwan whispers, not resisting the temptation and sliding her little finger into the small hand, which immediately squeezed it. “She’s beautiful.”

“I see you feel better, Mother.” The King couldn’t help but tease, though he talked with the same tone so the little girl wouldn’t wake up. “Should we make the presentations ?”

“I will.” The Prince smiled. “Your Majesty, here is Kim… Choi Sooyun, our daughter. And your granddaughter.”

Both mother and son looked at him, surprised by the use of their family name instead of his and the words chosen to describe her. If Minho managed to hold the wave of emotions back, his eyes only watering, the Queen bowed her head and when she looked up, she had tears falling. But she was smiling.

“This makes you my son.” She concludes, taking Kibum’s hand in his. “Please, starting today, no more Your Majesty.”

“Y-Yes… Mother…?” The black haired man tried.

The woman smiled and nodded, before turning her gaze back to the sleeping baby. And they were all smiling.

* * * * * * * *

A few weeks had passed since the arrival of the Princess in Jinju, and the summer heat had made space for a cooler weather, though the sun was still shining in the blue sky. Within a month, leaves would start losing of their bright green to wear warmer colours and allow the world to end another cycle… until the beginning of a new one.

It indeed was a period of new beginnings in the royal palace, for many things had happened since the sovereigns’ return. Queen Hyoyeon of Maguk had sent back their envoy with the agreement signed and a message written by her, wishing her fellow rulers all the luck they needed for these upcoming constructions. It had taken a few more days for this considerable work to start, for the people of Jinju deserved to know what was going to happen before it happened.

The army had been sent in town, delivering the news in person by reading a message written by the King and Prince themselves. Once again, the latter had been pleasantly surprised by the people’s response, who had praised their generosity and promised to pray for the building to be successful. A few men had even walked all the way up towards the palace to propose their help, which Minho had gladly accepted and naturally rewarded with proper wages.

Jonghyun and Jinki had been assigned the development of plans and the inventory of all materials needed. Two weeks after, the construction had begun. Kibum had written to his father to assure this good start and the official beginning of their scheduled plan, obviously keeping space on his parchment to tell him about his granddaughter’s new life.

Sooyun had turned one the week before, and the Queen had made sure to prepare the traditional ceremony with twice more of everything. It had been decided that the girl’s existence and role in the dynasty would be announced right after her first birthday, once the priests would finish the ritual. The Prince hadn’t assisted to it because he always felt uncomfortable with whatever involved priests, but the result was here.

The Royal Princess and Heiress Sooyun of the Choi dynasty was born.

The announcement had once again been made in two steps, both sovereigns going out in person with their daughter and an escort. They had first introduced her to the nobility, then to the people, only explaining that she was the Prince’s relative and, through the holy ritual, worth of the title of heiress. Three priests had accompanied them to confirm, which had somehow convinced even the wariest noble.

Jinju’s new beginning was there, and no one seemed to disapprove. Life ran its course in town and in the palace, for the enjoyment of everyone.

That day, Jonghyun had freed his students earlier than usual to pay a visit to his partner and friends. The General had been busy supervising both his soldiers’ training and the good progress of the new district’s building, and they hadn’t had many occasions to meet. It was difficult when they didn’t live in the same place and when a whole town separated them, but they had no choice and had somehow learned to deal with it. When he passed the huge doors and saluted the sentries, the teacher was immediately showed where Jinki had been seen for the last time.

In no time, he reached the training yard and frowned when he noticed the gathering of soldiers inside the closed area. He wasn’t sure of what was happening but he made his way through the dozens of bodies until he found himself just behind the lower wall that marked the dueling pitch out. And then, he understood the sudden infatuation.

The King and Prince had never ceased their personal training, and it seemed there were about to put the apprentice’s learning to the test. Standing a few feet away from each other, they were both wearing a basic military attire to protect themselves ; a white shirt topped with a thin coat of mail, wrist and shin guards… and they were holding a real sword.

Jonghyun realised Jinki was standing between them as a sort of referee, and he quickly stepped backwards after lowering his arm to announce the beginning of the fight. For a moment, none of the sovereigns moved, only staring at each other and one quietly daring the other to engage first. In the end, Kibum started walking, holding his sword vertically before his chest and studying Minho’s posture. His steps were slow and calculated, as he moved to the side and not forwards.

His husband followed him with his eyes and eventually moved to the opposite direction. They were turning on a circle, facing each other and never losing the eye contact. Until the Prince surprised everyone and launched the first attack, him who had grown the reputation of making defense his first choice. But it was planned, because it startled the King for a slight second and forced him to back away rather sharply.

The younger man smirked, and then, the duel began. He attacked and Kibum defended himself, either avoiding or blocking the blade with improved skills that the teacher hadn’t had the opportunity to witness. His movements were even smoother than when the General and him had spied on their training in Mongje, and whenever he moved, he seemed to be about to fly away. It was like a choreography to him, a dangerous dance with a weapon in hand that seemed as light as air between his fingers.

His long hair, held in a ponytail, followed each of his movement and gave them a certain graciousness that contrasted with Minho’s brute force. However, the latter wasn’t outdone for anything in the world ; his attacks weren’t uncertain and every hit was well thought out. And this time, he wasn’t underestimating his husband’s abilities nor offering breaches. The way they were both observed by so many witnessed filled him with competitiveness ; he couldn’t lose that fight.

Sweat started forming on their skin as they kept fighting without touching each other for long minutes. But Kibum, while learning from his King, had also taken time to observe him. He knew his weaknesses and just had to wait for the right moment… which arrived quite fast to his taste. At one point, Minho grew impatient and made his attacks less methodical, though a new recruit wouldn’t make the difference. But it mattered so much, and it was the key to victory for his husband.

The black haired man suddenly straightened up and put his sword’s tip on the floor, holding the weapon against his leg to adjust his hair. Naturally, the other man walked into the lion’s den, thinking of it as a moment of inattention. He rushed towards him and was ready to hit while making sure to protect his own body with his free arm… but he forgot his lower body.

With a speed that impressed more than one man in the yard, Kibum grabbed his sword’s pommel again and spun round at the perfect timing to avoid Minho’s blade. Even the best soldier would take a certain time, as short as it was, to raise his sword again after lowering it towards a target. While the King hit the floor with his weapon and got slightly put out of balance, the other man used his surroundings and pushed on the low wall with one foot to give him enough run-up to shoot off to a spot behind his husband.

The latter had time to raise his sword but not to turn around, and when he felt a foot hit him right behind the knees, rather strongly, he gasped and couldn’t help but fall forwards. His knees hit the ground and he let go of his sword to save himself by putting his palms against the gravel. Before he could even understand what had happened, he saw his blade being kicked away and as he straightened up, the tip of Kibum’s weapon was under his chin.

“Checkmate, your Highness.” The latter said with a smile, immediately cheered by the entire assembly with loud shouts.

Minho understood he had lost, but he wasn’t in the right state of mind to feel frustrated. Even the cheering seemed like a distant sound as he stared at his husband, standing in front of him in all his glory, his body covered with sweat and his eyes shining with pride and determination… literally holding his life in the palm of his hand. The cold metal against the skin of his chin felt like nothing, because the King’s body had suddenly grown hotter than a few seconds before.

The vision of Kibum standing like this and holding him at his mercy with his sword and his stare… was the most arousing thing ever. The defeated man didn’t feel any frustration, no, he only wanted one thing at that moment. To bring this side of his husband right to their quarters.

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