#these triangles and their eyelashes I swear

[madbard]

You know, pink is this year’s black.

[fantastic-mr-corvid]

I don't know if this one is hard enough, but... For both twins, if there was no other option... would they ever betray each other? How far would they be willing to act against the other's interests?

ohhh this is horrible..... ohh tyy so much! really putting them under the microscope for real... 10/10 for both of them they do not like this question.

[sorry it took so long bit cecio wouldn't stop talking and then celia wouldn't talk] warning in celias section for the death of the narrator

[i answer triangle questions on the premise of the characters have to answer truthfully & i often use a veiwer stand ['you'] in as a narrator and so i played with that in celias section]

Cecio:

"Would I betray Celia?" Hes shaking already, fists clenched, at one small question- so unlike his usual collected self.

"Betray my only blood left, betray my older sister who raised me into the man i am now-" His anger reaches its peak, handsome face warped with ugly wrath. Then something breaks, his voice going quiet "-for better or worse?"

Silver eyes turn away from you, internal conflict written all over his face. if you had to chose you think you would say the winning emotion is shame, but before you can justify that choice, his face is wiped blank of emotion, returning to a plain stony mask, but this time there is no false humor or kindness in those silver eyes, and in the moment the blue sheened silver seem more like steel.

"i would never betray my sister, sell her out for my own gain. i may be a selfish monster and unashamed of it, but i will never tear down my family for coin or reputation, and if i was forced to, my dear sister would be last on that list. To betray my sister would be to betray myself, because her interests are my best interests."

his overly careful intonations seem to betray his true emotions, but it is not anger that threatens to overwhelm him, not anymore. eyes squeezed shut, he massages his temples with his fingers and as the fight leaves his body he sighs in defeat

"If there was no other option? if i had to chose? then it would depend on who im betraying her for. if i had to chose between Celia and the rest of our family- well, its what she would want me to do. we need Celia, but shes stuck in so many ways, and she knows it. the right answer is that if i had no other choice i would betray her in exchange for the safety of the rest of us, sacrifice Celia for Ramettos future, god knows the rest of us don't have a chance to change either."

"but that's the right option, the one she would want me to take, even as she hates me for having to be the one who makes that decision." hes leaning back in his chair, and you could swear he starts smiling as he continues talking, "for all my work is separated from my sisters i don't think i could every be forced into an ultimatum without her knowing- hell i don't think i can do much of anything without her knowing- and im sure whatever i do against her orders is allowed by her as she knows i wouldn't do so without my own reasons."

"that all is to say, i would never be in the position where i am forced to betray her because she would rather betray herself than put me in that position."

he grows quiet again, what little pride he could take in his sisters likely actions falling into melancholy.

"what am i do do but as my sister, my leader wishes, what she says is best for me?"

he looks to the side, eyes avoiding your gaze, eyelashes fluttering closed.

"I would betray her and hate myself for the rest of my life- and with that betrayal, that choice, i would understand my sister in a way i never would have be able to if i did not stab her in the back with the sword she gave me."

Celia:

Celia stares, eyes glowing in the dim light, written on her face confusion at the question, at the audacity in questioning how far her love for her brother goes.

Gold stained lips move slowly, enunciating the word with force,

"No"

Something glimmers in her hand, a glimmer of light arcing through the air towards you. Its surprisingly painless, even as the floor slams against your body, deep bruises the least of your worries. as your vision fades you see her stand to loom over your soon to be corpse, and you can almost hear the rest of her answer-

"I would sooner betray myself."

[mxnkeydo]

so scarlet (it was maroon) ✧ sokeefe

✧ ship: Sophie x Keefe

✧ what to expect: it all went down went a book went soaring across the classroom but sophie never expects it to end the way it does. acrylic smeared on cheeks, pigment-stained clothes, and a whole keefe sencen later, maybe she never despised him as much as she thought she did.

✧ genre: romance, fluff, humor, sarcasm - enemies to lovers trope, human au, and a love triangle to torment you guys 😈

✧ word count: 2.1k

✧ warnings: swearing, verbal and physical abuse

✧ link to masterlist

✧ link to chapter seven

✧ A/N: This chapter might seem random but I promise it's headed somewhere just hang in with me! also, this chapter killed me to write but it was sm fun I hope ya'll like it!!

✧ taglist: @swans-chirping-in-the-distance @somerandomhuman080 @foxglove-and-foxfire-lover @carolineforbae

reblogs would be most appreciated! :)))

***

CHAPTER EIGHT

“Hi,” Sophie said breathlessly as Fitz looked up from his phone. Immediately, he broke into a smile and tucked it into the pocket of his jeans.

“Hey, Sophie,” he greeted her. As she sat down in the seat across from him, he pressed a kiss to her cheek. Normally, it would feel romantic, but for some reason…she didn’t enjoy it like she usually did. Sophie pushed that thought far behind everything else and looked around the cafe. The hustle was lesser and calmer than usual, just the way she liked it.

“Let’s order, yeah?”

“Oh…I already did. I got a black coffee, and for you, a venti caramel apple frappuccino. I thought you’d like it.”

“Oh. That’s–that’s nice.”

Sophie forced a grin, inwardly cringing. She hated anything apple flavored, and she had hoped Fitz would know what she liked by now, but–oh well. Everyone makes mistakes, right?

But then she thought about the times she and Keefe had gone to Starbucks, how he’d memorized her favorite drink word for word.

“I’ll have a java chip frappuccino,” he’d said once to the barista. “And for the lady, a triple venti, half-sweet, non-fat–”

“-Caramel macchiato,” Sophie had finished. “You remember?”

“Of course I do.”

And then she thought of the incident right before, caught in Keefe’s arms, making a fool of herself. Sophie always knew she was a klutz, but she never made it a big deal. So why was it a big deal in front of Keefe Sencen? And what exactly had happened in that moment? She swore something had been there between them, something in the way he looked at her, like– like she was truly someone worth noticing. 

“-Sophie? Sophie!”

Sophie startled, only to see her caramel apple frappuccino sitting in front of her, along with a steaming cup of coffee. She chuckled and gingerly took it in her hands, pretending to take a sip and then consequently tugging at an eyelash. “Sorry, I think I’m a little tired today.”

“No, it’s alright. I get it.” Fitz slurped his coffee loudly, gazing at her. “Sophie, do you love me?”

The question caught her so off guard, she almost dropped her drink. 

“What?”

“I said, do you love me?”

Sophie stuttered, searching for an answer that she liked and didn’t offend Fitz. An uncomfortable beat of silence passed before he sighed disappointedly and said, “Forget it.”

Love. Teenage romance was something else entirely, and in the movies it always turned out well. Reality, on the other hand, was a whole different story. Sophie liked Fitz – she liked him a lot. But she couldn’t say she loved him. Telling him that would mean lying to both him and herself, and that wasn’t fair to either of them.

“It’s just…I'm not ready yet. I need time.” Sophie set her drink on the table. “But I do enjoy spending time with you, Fitz.” Fitz smiled gently, but she knew it was forced. She gave him one back as she took another pretend-sip of the frappuccino

“So…how are you?’ Fitz asked to break the silence.

“I’m doing good,” she replied. “School’s been fine, the tutoring sessions from Keefe are really helping. What about you? I know the final exams are soon.” 

Was it just her, or did he stiffen up when she mentioned Keefe? Glancing up at him she noticed the tension in his shoulders, his clenched jaw. What was up with that? She made a mental note to ask Keefe about it later.

Sophie glanced at the wall clock in the cafe when Fitz wasn’t looking; the space between them was sensitive, and it was best if she got out of the situation as soon as possible. She waited through seven awkward minutes before saying, “Hey, could you excuse me? My family wants me at dinner tonight and I’m supposed to help make it, so…”

“Yeah. Of course.” Sophie waved and stood up, weaving her way through the round little tables until she burst out into open air. The first thing she did was drop that frappucino in the trash bin, breathing a sigh of relief as she walked to the park across the street that bordered a small reservoir. There was so much going on inside her brain, problems popping up one after another; her relationship with Fitz, whatever was going on with Keefe, not failing her art elective. If she thought hard enough, she could come up with multiple issues from every aspect of her life. But for now, she wanted to forget.

The park was empty, with only an elderly couple fishing near the water's edge. Sophie heard the old man laugh heartily as the woman tried operating the fishing rod to no avail, and the sound warmed her heart right to the core. She settled on a bench in the open sun, basking in its warmth. It cast its rays over her body, making her feel like she was wrapped in a blanket. It settled her restless thoughts, soothed her racing mind. Sophie looked out to the trees in the distance, the mountains far beyond it, and the sun slowly retreating behind them as the moon rose to its full glory. Sophie had always been fond of the crescent moon; it reminded her that even if she wasn’t whole and perfect, she was still beautiful. She was still enough. 

All that was going on with Fitz faded into the back of her mind while she counted the stars one by one. When that got boring, she made her way down to the calm waters and stepped out of her shoes to feel the sand settle between her toes. Cold, gentle waves splashed her feet, and the steady beat of it lulled her to sleep. Sophie thought about her curfew, how Grady would be so upset that she was out past eight with no special occasion, but she’d deal with that later. For now, she savored the calmness of her mind. It was just her and the universe, and everything else ceased to exist. For now, everything was okay.

***

The rose bushes surrounding the house were dead. They had wilted, their hue a deep, squeamish, reddish-black. Keefe crushed one of them in his hands, ignoring the sharp thorns that pierced the sensitive skin of his wrist.

He’d been pacing the backyard, waiting until his father went to sleep so he could sneak in, peacefully. Already, three hours had passed; he could probably grow a beard in the time Cassius took to go to bed. What was he doing anyway, a skincare routine? Keefe snorted softly at the image of his father carefully applying creams and serums to his face. 

Keefe let out a long breath as he crouched next to the rotten bed of bell peppers. His mother had tended to them when she was alive; he could vaguely picture her slim figure in the garden, watering the little plants she’d worked so hard to plant. She, too, wasn’t  the best mother – often, she’d forget he existed and act as if she never heard him, and she also believed he was a waste of space – but at least his father wasn’t as abusive when she was still there. It was her passing that had him falling into a pit of insanity. But whenever he used to try bringing up her name, Cassius would shut him down and lock himself in his room. Whether it was out of love for Gisela or out of frustration on Keefe, he never understood.

A chilly breeze danced across his bare arms, making a shiver run through his spine. The sun had already sunk three-fourths of the way below the horizon, and it really was starting to get cold. Keefe hugged himself, but it was no match for the winds. It may have been mid-spring, but it sure didn’t feel like it. The cold, paired with his racing thoughts, were enough to make him feel chilled to the bone.

He had no other choice. Keefe made his way to the front door and opened it with his spare keys, tip toeing inside with almost no sound.

Almost.

It was dark in the main hall, and he could barely see anything. Keefe patted the wall next to him, searching for the light switch. He felt his fingers brush against something cold and immediately pushed it, expecting the chandelier to light up, but instead all he heard was a deafening crash. Keefe grimaced and released a string of curses under his breath as he heard footsteps from upstairs. Even he didn’t know what was in store for him today. Cassius would probably go ballistic at the mess he had made. Keefe grimaced as he heard thundering footsteps approach him at a rapid speed.

“What the fuck?” Cassius growled as he switched on the light, eyes blazing as he eyed the broken vase at the house entrance. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing, boy?”

“I- sorry,” Keefe whispered, locking his eyes on his feet. There was a tense silence before Cassius walked down the steps and walked towards him, grabbing the front of his t-shirt.

“Being the useless son you are, letting you live in this house was a mercy,” Keefe’s father managed to grit out. Keefe could basically see the steam rising from his ears as he continued, “I could have kicked you out long ago, boy, leave you out on the streets with the rats.”

“I’m your son,” Keefe whispered, his voice impossible hoarse but steady at the same time. “You would do that to your son?”

“You’re no son of mine!” Cassius slammed him into the wall behind him with great force, more than Keefe had anticipated. He groaned as he sank to the floor, thinking Cassius was off his back, but he yanked him up to his feet again. “You think you’re so smart,” he hissed. “When you’re nothing but a waste. You aren’t good for anything, are you? Useless bitch.” Cassius slapped him, jerking Keefe’s head to the side. He cupped his cheek as the sting reverberated through his bones. Instinctively, she shied away, leaning against the wall for support so his back wouldn’t hurt as much.

“Why are you doing this?” Keefe asked desperately, his voice ragged. “Is it because of Mom? Are you high?”

“Are you talking back, boy?” Cassius breathed, his eyes practically glowing his barely restrained fury. 

“Yes I’m talking back! Why do you hate me so much?” Keefe’s carefully built walls threatened to break, but he swallowed the tears and summoned his years’ worth of anger. “I have done nothing to you!”

“You’re a nuisance, that’s what! You’re nothing but a waste of space, and you’d be a fool to believe otherwise.” 

“I haven’t bothered you for anything. Anything. It’s like you hate me for existing!” Keefe yelled, raising his voice. His words echoed throughout the empty house. “And I’m tired of the shit you’ve put me through.” Keefe shut his mouth, waiting for a response - physically or verbally, or both. 

“You’re an ungrateful kid, you know that?” Cassius snarled. “I give you food, a place to live, and you’re complaining?”

“A real father would love me for who I am,” Keefe said firmly. “All I’ve ever wanted is your approval, for you to appreciate me and love me.” Keefe’s voice broke halfway, and he let out a strangled sob before saying, “Why is that so hard for you? Why can’t you just accept me?”

“Because who you are is a lazy, good for nothing bitch,” Cassius barked. “Other parents would do what I do too, if they had you for a son.”

“You’re only gaslighting yourself if you keep believing that.”

In a rage, his father kicked him in the shoulder with a grunt, smirking as he crumpled to the floor. “All I’ve given you, and you still want more. I advise you to shut your mouth if you don’t want any more trouble than you’ve already created.” And with that, Cassius marched up the stairs like he hadn’t just abused his only son. He was far beyond saving, Keefe realized. Nothing could change him now.

Even after his father walked away, Keefe sat on the ground in the exact same spot, panting and gulping for air. His back hurt, his arm hurt, his cheek hurt – hell, everything hurt. 

But most of all, his heart. It already had a few cracks in it, but now, Keefe felt like someone had ripped it out of his chest. He felt like it was being smashed into shards recklessly until it was so broken no one could ever put it together again. 

Its shattering was the loudest quiet he had ever heard.

[flirting-with-psychology]

APPEARANCE:

i’m smaller than most of my friends

my feet are small

one of my parents/siblings has the same hair color as me

my hair is naturally straight

i think i have nice arms/hands

i tan easily

none of my parents/siblings has the same eye color as me

i have dimples

my forehead is big

i wear contacts/glasses

i’m ginger and i have freckles

BEAUTY:

i hate shaving

i go on manicure/pedicure

i do my eyebrows

i own at least one item from adidas and/or nike

i tattoed/pierced myself

i was on diet

i have pimples

i do my makeup everyday

i love necklaces

i have/had dyed hair

i own 4 or more pairs of jeans

i had undergone plastic surgery

DO I KNOW:

how to dance limbo?

the story of how my parents met?

how to swear in three or more languages?

more than 3.14 of pi?

when’s my best friend’s birthday?

how to french kiss?

what goes after “in west philadelphia born and raised…”?

name all of Kardashians?

how to ride a bike?

I HAVE:

made out

made lasagna

slapped/punched somebody

made a surprise party

smoked weed

ridden on motorcycle

spent whole night without sleeping

cooked a meal for somebody

made it to the second base

let somebody treat me like shit

been told that i was pretty/smart

kissed somebody you didn’t feel attracted to

cried after reading a book

WILL YOU EVER:

go on university/college (already have)

get married

write a book

adopt a child (maybe)

start a band

go on audition for a show

WOULD YOU EVER:

do extreme sports?

be without internet for a whole week?

forgive your significant other for cheating on you?

live without fast food for a whole year for 500 00$?

jump from Eiffel Tower for 1MIL$?

live like amish for 1 year for 500 000$?

sing in front of your whole school for free netflix for the rest of your life?

make out with your best friend’s significant other for 800$?

SOCIAL MEDIA:

do you have friends on facebook that you never met in real life?

do you have tumblr best friend?

did you ever post photo of your meal on instagram?

did a celebrity ever replied/followed/retweeted you/your post on any social media?

do you have stardoll account?

have you ever stalked somebody on social media?

do your friends know your wifi password?

have you ever illegaly downloaded music/movies/tv shows/books?

WHICH IS BETTER:

nice shoulders or nice arms

collarbones or hipbones

flat stomach or long legs

lips or eyes

curly hair or straight hair

six pack or nice arms

long eyelashes or nice eyebrows

funny or romantic

RANDOM:

have you ever seen a cow in real life?

did you ever swim in a river

have you ever talked to your pet?

have you ever helped your friend get ready for a date?

were you ever been in a love triangle?

did you put your name in the goblet of fire?

[katalogos]

Full name: Kegan Helzer

Nickname(s): Helzer (He introduces himself by his last name. Always-)

Age: 28

Gender: Male (amab)

Sexuality: Whore/j (Demiromantic omnisexual)

Height: 5’11

Weight: 179lbs

Body type: Relatively athletic build, uhh maybe inverted triangle if I were to label it

Hair color: #d63e0c (burnt orange)

Hair style: Relatively long hair, pretty straight, almost always in a high ponytail

Skin color: #d6a06f (sand?? Color, subject to change)

Skin descriptors: Cold to the touch. Almost like he’s dead, despite him definitely being very much alive. Has spatterings of scars on his hands and arms, but that’s about it. Freckles. 

Eye color: #a70b10 (deep crimson)

Eye descriptors: You could swear you thought his eyes were yellow… They change day by day, don’t worry about all that. Not a singular shine of joy in those eyes until he’s doing something violent or that he finds really amusing. Sharp, they’re somewhat angular and quite unfriendly. 

Face shape: Heart shaped face, which means a relatively sharp chin, strongish cheekbones, and a fairly equal distribution of facial features. 

Other physical features of note: 

Constant scowl. 

Scars on his knuckles

Almost always clean shaven. 

Strong hands. 

Long ass eyelashes. 

A fairly straight nose. 

Tattoos, which are present on his left arm and right leg (they also happen to match, they’re like… half sleeves.) 

Outfit styles: Consist of a lot of #9f1200 (red) and #4b0800 (dark af red) colors. 

Family members: Has a fraternal twin brother, they also have queer parents. His brother is a bit smaller than him, much nicer. Their parents are VERY much a mix between intimidating and friendly seeming, though they are certainly somewhat malicious and can be expected to scare humans. 

Other important character relations: I’d say he has friends but let’s be honest, he pushes most people FAR away before they can ever get to that point.

Occupation/title: The ‘owner’ of a cafe, which is genuinely just a money laundering thing because his family is explicitly doing illegal ass things. Of course, he couldn’t care less, he just lets his brother cook his favorite foods to sell to people- (all they sell are pastries of certain kinds and one breakfast sandwich type. That’s it.) This is generally what he spends his days doing. 

Abilities: 

Incredibly high pain tolerance

Which is coupled with a decent tolerance to physical extremes. Heat and cold? They’re jokes to him. 

Control of the subconscious mind 

It works best when the victim is asleep. He can control their dreams and influence the thoughts and feelings that they may have going on in there. This can cause changes in their behavior when awake. 

He can also sway anyone weaker willed than himself when they’re awake and in front of him, but it’s more charm than forceful change like his other ability.

Heat manipulation 

This means changing the temperature of an area around him, with the maximum size of about 40 square feet before it loses its concentration. 

Maximum heat change would probably be by about 60 degrees (F) in the biggest area he could make

Which means when it’s smaller, he can make it… much hotter. Think about 5 degrees for each square foot he doesn’t use. This gives you a maximum temperature change of about 240 degrees in a 4 square feet area. 

This does come with drawbacks, because he honestly does have an energy limit despite how aggressively he denies it. So, he could sustain that heat for MAYBE 30 minutes if he’s lucky, otherwise we’re thinking closer to 17 minutes. Long enough for him to incapacitate or harm a human with ease, but not so much so that a fight with another supernatural would be easily won.

Anyway his hands are like hot plates and they’re also the only part of him that’s actively warm at all times.

Energy absorption

Requires him to be able to touch whoever he’s taking from.

He could probably kill someone with this, but where’s the fun in that? 

Technical immortality

As in, he won’t die of old age. You have to kill him-

Annnd obviously enhanced physical abilities, strength and perception especially. 

Skills: 

Money management

Boxing

Gun handling

Skateboarding

Project management

Woodworking

Good liar

General planning

Keeping a relatively level head (in the face of business) 

Identifying things that irritate others (and subsequently using that information to bother the FUCK out of them)

Butchering things (literally.)

Personality description: 

Known troublemaker. A bit domineering with people he dislikes, and rude as almost a default. Prone to attitude. He’s very capable, but he hates people who he considers less responsible or capable than himself. He doesn’t like being made to pick up slack for others, buuut that doesn’t mean that he won’t take jobs from people because he doesn’t like how they’re doing it. (As in, he’ll literally shove people out of the way/out of rooms over it.) He’s kind of shit at verbal affirmation of any kind, and any sort of fond feelings from him come out in silent gift giving or physical affection that he’ll bitch someone out over if they mention it or ask why he’s doing it. 

He’s got a good grasp on self control, and while he may seem like a loose cannon, he’s not. He keeps his patience, he just doesn’t pull back on his punches. I’d call him pretty violent, because the moment he perceives a threat, he’s absolutely confrontational and willing to throw down. He has a level of protectiveness over the people he cares about, namely his family, and especially his brother. He’s almost gotten into trouble with the law for his previous actions that follow certain confrontations, but he’s never been caught and plans to keep it that way. 

He’s got the energy of a whore and the stage presence of one too. But, he actually hates relations with others, and no matter how much he flirts with someone, he very rarely has any semblance of interest in them. It’s not really that he intends to lead people on, it’s a… family thing. Runs in the family. 

Extra notes:

Cat personality for sure

Favorite food is literally just any sort of sweet he can get his damn hands on

Has a very high metabolism, he eats frequently or he needs to eat huge meals. 

His blood is a viscous black liquid, which probably is a little unsettling to see

Dude’s got tungsten knuckles that he carries around. Because brass knuckles are a bit impractical for his abilities, and tungsten is incredibly heat resistant and very dense. Strong. 

He hates loud noises, but is also prone to making a lot of them. It’s a bit more circumstantial. If he needs quiet time, he’ll flip out over a slightly too loud noise. But if he’s feeling fine, then he’s going to be the reason there’s no semblance of calmness in his vicinity.

Would threaten to take someone’s soul despite knowing he doesn’t have that ability- (One of his parents does. He does not.)

[alsjeblieft-zeg]

371 of 2023

APPEARANCE:

i’m smaller than most of my friends

my feet are small

one of my parents/siblings has the same hair color as me

my hair is naturally straight

i think i have nice arms/hands

i tan easily

none of my parents/siblings has the same eye color as me

i have dimples

my forehead is big

i wear contacts/glasses

i’m ginger and i have freckles

BEAUTY:

i hate shaving

i go on manicure/pedicure

i do my eyebrows

i own at least one item from adidas and/or nike

i tattoed/pierced myself

i was on diet

i have pimples

i do my makeup everyday

i love necklaces

i have/had dyed hair

i own 4 or more pairs of jeans

i had undergone plastic surgery

DO I KNOW:

how to dance limbo?

the story of how my parents met?

how to swear in three or more languages?

more than 3.14 of pi?

when’s my best friend’s birthday?

how to french kiss?

what goes after “in west philadelphia born and raised…”?

name all of Kardashians?

how to ride a bike?

I HAVE:

made out (ew)

made lasagna

slapped/punched somebody

made a surprise party

smoked weed

ridden on motorcycle

spent whole night without sleeping

cooked a meal for somebody

made it to the second base (wut?)

let somebody treat me like shit

been told that i was pretty/smart

kissed somebody you didn’t feel attracted to

cried after reading a book

WILL YOU EVER:

go on university/college (once again)

get married (done already)

write a book

adopt a child

start a band

go on audition for a show

WOULD YOU EVER:

do extreme sports?

be without internet for a whole week?

forgive your significant other for cheating on you?

live without fast food for a whole year for 500 00$?

jump from Eiffel Tower for 1MIL$?

live like amish for 1 year for 500 000$?

sing in front of your whole school for free netflix for the rest of your life?

make out with your best friend’s significant other for 800$?

SOCIAL MEDIA:

do you have friends on facebook that you never met in real life?

do you have tumblr best friend?

did you ever post photo of your meal on instagram?

did a celebrity ever replied/followed/retweeted you/your post on any social media?

do you have stardoll account?

have you ever stalked somebody on social media?

do your friends know your wifi password?

have you ever illegaly downloaded music/movies/tv shows/books?

WHICH IS BETTER:

nice shoulders or nice arms

collarbones or hipbones

flat stomach or long legs

lips or eyes

curly hair or straight hair

six pack or nice arms

long eyelashes or nice eyebrows

funny or romantic

RANDOM:

have you ever seen a cow in real life? (...really?)

did you ever swim in a river

have you ever talked to your pet?

have you ever helped your friend get ready for a date?

were you ever been in a love triangle?

did you put your name in the goblet of fire?

[oathkeeper-of-tarth]

We’ve come so far, from the “Flirty with Pearl” right there in Bismuth’s character concept outline by Rebecca

to the beauty we saw today, Pearl as the cool self-assured in-her-element rebel, and Bismuth with the blushy yearning? “Wait... Bismuth... you’re here for Pearl”? And everything steeped in this very adamant and outspoken respect and refusal to take Pearl away from what she has (“Pearl’s fanclub”, I love it, are membership applications open, also we KNOW Bismuth was the founder of that one some thousands of years ago) or impose anything upon her? They really went out of their way to highlight the whole “love her for who she is” stuff on both sides and I am so glad.

Also THE CAR SCENE, rolling up sleeves and undoing shirt buttons? Are you kidding me? BLESS YOU PEARL AND THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THAT SMALL BUT CRUCIAL INTERVENTION

And then the romantic comedy style bumping into each other that turns into a smooth save?

“This one goes out to Bismuth and Pearl” and serenading her with the silly car repair shop commercial jingle she loves?

They look so happy I’m gonna cry. This has the same steeped in teen movie tropes (but with increased gay) vibes as Last One out of Beach City which is everything I could have hoped for, but also with incredible amounts of eEEeeEEEeEEEE BISMUTH. I feel so catered to, I love it.

[jungk0oksthighs]

Over The Odds | Do Your Worst

Pairing - jungkook x reader

Genre - smut, angst, fluff, S2L, love triangle, ceo!jungkook, sugardaddy!jungkook

Word count - 6k

You and Jungkook go on a trip

warnings: swearing, sexual teasing, dirty talk, jk & oc make a sex tape, oral (f receiving), bratty oc, dom!jk, spanking, rough sex, angst

FULL SERIES COLLECTION

“Fuck,” Jungkook growls against your lips, his inked hands hungrily roaming your curves as he figures out how rid your body of the red bikini standing in his way. When he finds the string he’s looking for he tugs it hard and your tits bounce freely against his bare wet chest, a soft moan escapes you at the sudden skin-on-skin contact. He’s throwing your top behind him somewhere on the wooden floor when he pulls away from you, eyes fixed to yours with a devilish smile, “Remind me to take you away more often, you look so fucking good in a bikini.”

“Shut up and kiss me.” You pant, gripping the nape of his neck so you can pull him impossibly closer and smash his lips against yours in a series of desperate messy kisses. By this point his hands and mouth are all over your body, groping, kissing, caressing, licking, tickling, biting – he’s craving every form of contact with you as he walks you backwards towards the Queen sized bed in the centre of the room.

Bora Bora is a beautiful place, in fact it’s more than just a place it’s actual an paradise, a real heaven on earth. Tonight is your last night here after spending the week in a gorgeous hut built slightly above the water, only a two minute walk from the beach. Jungkook had finally sealed the deal of the millennium at work and so this was his way of celebrating – an all inclusive holiday with his sugar baby, which meant three things had pretty much ruled your entire time here: sun, sand, and lots of sex. Of course there was the occasional excursion like swimming with dolphins, snorkelling, late-night jet ski rides on the ocean, romantic afternoons on a private rented boat, Jungkook even went cage diving with sharks yesterday but you refused to get off the boat and join him. Much to his amusement.

“Jungkook...” You moan.

“So fucking needy, you want me to fuck you that bad?” He pushes you on the bed, eyes dark and blown out with desire as he watches you get comfortable, slowly spreading your legs in anticipation, giving him the perfect view of your barely clothed core. “We fucked in the shower this morning, and on that boat this afternoon.” He smirks at the memory, as do you.

“Please, I want you so bad.” You pout, feigning your best whiny little brat voice because you know exactly what it does to him.

He falls onto the bed in the space you’ve created for him between your legs, catching his weight above you on his strong tattooed arms, “Is that so?” He looks so fucking good, his hair is still damp from the late night swim you’d had and tiny water beads glisten all over his toned, muscular body.

Nodding in agreement you quietly say, “I want you to fuck me until I’m bruised, til I can’t walk, til I’m begging you to stop.” Though your tone oozes seduction, you’re looking up at him through long sultry eyelashes with an innocent expression. You’re almost certain you see the exact moment something inside him snaps, his Adam’s apple bobs in his throat as he processes your words, mouth agape, completely focussed on you.

Finally he chuckles darkly, lowering his lips to your jaw, “You have no fucking idea what you’ve just done Y/N.”

“Oh I do.” A light moan escapes you, the feeling of his mouth trailing lewd kisses from your jaw down to your collarbone, and then to the valley between your breasts feels too fucking good. “That’s why I said it.” The smugness in your voice dies at the back of your throat as soon as his tongue finds your nipple, smoothing out his wet muscle over it painfully slow, repeatedly, until you’re throwing your head into the pillows while you repeatedly whisper his name.

“Always have a witty remark waiting for me,” He murmurs against your skin, lips tugged up to a playful smile, “Such a brat.”

“Touch me Jungkook… Please.” You whimper, buckling your hips up for any kind of contact, your damp bodies rapidly drying due to the new found heat that surges within you, fuelled by lust. A wicked idea springs to mind that has you suppress a small giggle, “Or should I say, touch me daddy.”

“No daddy tonight, just me and you baby.” He’s quick to dismiss you with a tone that’s serious yet light, his pet name for you makes you weak at the knees and only more desperate for more of him. Fuck, this was the best trip you’d ever had. “Just me and you Y/N.” He whispers.

The sound of your name being breathed against your skin sends a hot shiver down your spine, heat rushes through your body and you decide to take matter into your own hands, gripping the back of his hair to pull his head up to face you, “Jungkook…” You whine shamelessly, he’s grinning now, “Please fuck me now, I want you so bad.”

A possessive growl rumbles inside his chest, his eyes hooded and fixated on your face, “So impatient, I want to take my time with you tonight.”

“You say that every night.”

“And one of these days you’re actually gonna let me do exactly what I want to you, without being a brat about it.”  

That gets your attention, as much as you hate to admit it he does have a point – you did have a knack for speeding up the series of events in the bedroom, you’re impatient, you want him and you don’t see the point in waiting for it when you both know that’s how it’s going to end anyway. It’s been two months since you’d first fucked Jungkook and finally curiosity gets the better of you, perhaps it’s the romantic beach hut clouding your judgement but you’re nodding slowly with dark, sinful eyes.

“Fine, take your time.” You plant a soft open-mouthed kiss to his lips which he reciprocates, your forehead pressed against his, “Do your worst.”

“Oh Y/N…” Jungkook breathes out with a bright smile that lights up the room, “You drive me fucking crazy.”

And just like that you’re completely naked, wrists bound to the headboard, on complete display for him and him only. His hands ghost the bend of your waist, tracing down to your hips until for seemingly no reason at all he stands from the bed and saunters to his suitcase,

“You can always say no,” He begins nervously, “If you’re not comfortable with any of this you have to tell me, okay?”

“Okay…” You’re confused, trying to figure out what he’s gathering from his bag but he’s too far away for you to work it out. “What’s that?”

He holds up a silver video camera with a nervous expression, “Remember you don’t have to say yes, only if you’re comfortable with it.”

Oh. Heat pools your core at the idea of being filmed like this, knowing that he’ll watch back the footage and touch himself while remembering what this night felt like. You swallow, maybe it’s not a good idea to do this because of how well-known he is, but as you watch his cock harden beneath his swim shorts at the mere sight of you, the irrational side of your brain takes over and does the talking for you. This is fucking hot.

“Do you want to film us so you can watch it back and touch yourself?” You tease, unable to hide the smug smirk tugging your lips. “Do you usually think about me when you touch yourself?”

“Behave.” He chuckles to himself, standing at the foot of the bed, “It’s just an idea, we don’t have to.”

“I want to.” You bite your lip.

“It’s for my personal…viewing, and yours too. This is for us and nobody else, okay?” He props the camera up on a nearby set of drawers that will capture the whole bed and surrounding area on film. “I promise.”

Your chest swells at the way he’s looking at you, silently asking permission once more until you nod. “I trust you.” You breathe, and he finally presses record before making his way back over to your naked frame, tied up and turned on, more than ready for him.

It’s just sex, you remind yourself as he slowly crawls over you and presses his lips to yours in the most mind-blowing feverish yet soft kiss you’ve ever experienced. His tongue moves against yours with such passion your head starts to spin, the noise of the ocean waves fades to nothing and you forget all about the video camera. A muffled moan betrays you when he rolls his hips against your throbbing core which earns him to smile against your lips, fuck, it’s just sex you tell yourself again and again and again in your own personal mantra until the words don’t sound real anymore.

Sitting back on his knees Jungkook carefully holds your foot, bringing it to his face as he gently kisses the inside of your ankle, leaving a trail of saliva behind when he slowly makes his way up to your knee with sweet small kisses. “You’re so beautiful.” His voice is so quiet you almost don’t hear it.

The tender kisses gradually get higher and higher until he’s reached your inner thigh, your legs thrown over his broad shoulders as he sinks down to where you craved him most. Usually sex with him is hot and heavy, or steamy and sensual but the dynamic between you both had never felt this emotional before – the atmosphere feels thick with untold truths as he takes his time, his breath is hot against your core but he still doesn’t dig right in like he usually does, he’s peppering your folds with dainty kisses and you’re dying from the anticipation.

“Jungkook…” You whisper, gaze stuck to the sight of his big brown doe-eyes peering up at you from between your legs, a sight that would be burned into your memory forever. The energy in the room is different this time, as is the look in his eyes.

“Do you want me?” He whispers back and you flinch from the heat of his breath.

“Always.” The fainted smile ghosts your lips.

“Always.” He repeats, everything about this moment feels intimate and you have to look away from him and remind yourself once more – it’s just sex, it’s not real, it’s a business arrangement, it’s just sex, none of these feelings you’re feeling are real.

All of a sudden his tongue is gingerly licking your aching clit, you gasp from your own sensitivity and look down at him once again, he’s still gazing at your face all while softly swirling his tongue against you. It’s slow, it’s sensual and it’s everything you didn’t realise you wanted until this very moment. He’s solely focussed on your pleasure, watching your body writhe because of him, the sound of your wetness against his mouth fills the air, along with your ragged breathing and soft moans.

“Perfect.” He mumbles against your skin, this feels so personal that you begin to feel overwhelmed, butterflies gnaw your stomach along with your upcoming orgasm. It’s one particularly harsh suck from his part that stops you from getting into your own head, your eyes roll back into your skull as a loud moan falls from your lips.

“Does that feel good Y/N?” He envelops the sensitive bundle of nerves in his hot mouth, continuing to suck and lap up your pussy, keeping the pace relaxed. It feels as though your body is on fire, you feel heavy and full of tension that threatens to be released already.

“So-, so good.” You throw your head back, your hands are bound by a black leather belt looped through the headboard, you struggle against it as you continue to writhe around on the bed in sync with the way he’s pressing his tongue against you, swirling it over nub over and over until you’re a moaning mess. His hands grip your hips, dragging you down to his face.

Thankfully Jungkook senses you’re close and deepens his ministrations into something fuelled entirely by desire and the need to get you off – he doesn’t speed up but he sucks harder, his tongue presses against you harder, his face is buried between your legs but he pushes himself even closer, his nose, his chin, his mouth everything bears down on you harder as a white hot release comes crashing down on you.

“Oh fuck!” You shriek, “I’m gonna-“ Your toes curl against the cool bed sheets as you come all over his face with a guttural moan, your clit is throbbing between his lips and you’re seeing stars in a complete state of euphoria. Your slick coats his chin and the tops of your thighs, it’s trickling down to the bedsheets as you ride out your high. “Jungkook, ah-“ You hiss, legs twitching from the overstimulation. He releases you from his mouth with a loud pop and gets to work removing his swim shorts.

“See?” He chuckles as his cock springs free, he’s so hard that you fear it’s painful to him, he strokes himself twice as he clambers on top of you and sinks his mouth to your breasts, “Sometimes taking your time isn’t such a bad thing, you sounded like you enjoyed it.”

“Shut up.” You roll your eyes with a playful expression, the tension in the room is familiar now – you can tell by the way he’s desperately biting and licking and kissing your tits that he wants you bad. Only lust radiates from his muscular frame now, you’re both hopelessly addicted to each other and can’t wait any longer. “Fuck me, please fuck me now.”

“What did I say about you not being a brat tonight?” He reminds you with breathy laughter against your collarbone, you can feel that his smile is so wide that your heart hammers against your chest. Before you have the chance to respond his mouth smashes against yours in a lewd messy kiss, the taste of you lingering on his tongue. “Behave yourself for once, or I’ll have to punish you.”

“Oh really?” You giggle against his lips.

“Y/N.” He warns, gripping your jaw with one hand as he holds his entire weight on the other.

“Yes Jungkookie?” You whisper mockingly and he pulls back to look at you with dark hooded eyes, blown out with something indescribable. He pops the inside of his cheek with his tongue, brows raised as though he’s irritated. You suppress another giggle, he’s far too easy to wind up and you love it.

“Fine.” He says between gritted teeth in a half-smile, “You told me to do my worst?” He laughs humourlessly, his expression is serious though there’s a glimmer in his eyes that makes you feel safe, “I’ll show you my fucking worst.”

In one swift movement you’re released from the headboard though your hands are still bound by the belt, he’s flipped you over onto your stomach and dragged your ass high in the air until you’re forced to rest your weight on your knees and elbows. You can feel his presence behind you, his breath is heavy as you’ve finally managed to wear him down.

“If you don’t like it tell me to stop.”

You’re still so wet from your orgasm and this new assertiveness in your fake boyfriend only excites you more, you’re dripping with arousal desperate for him to touch you.

“I will.” You glance over your shoulder and smirk to suppress a moan at the mere sight of him. He looks dangerous, he’s looking at you so hungrily that for a moment you forget how to breathe. His damp hair is pressed to his forehead, veins threaten to burst all over his huge body and your arousal still glistens against his chin. A growl rattles in Jungkook’s chest as palms the flesh of your ass cheeks with both hands, hard enough to bruise as he takes his time kneading the muscles.

“You, drive me fucking insane.” He spits, bringing his hand down to your right ass cheek in an almighty slap that fills the otherwise quiet beach hut.

“Oh.” You hiss, the cocktail of pain and pleasure is exhilarating, there’s no denying it stings and that you’ll be sore tomorrow but you like it. “You call this a punishment? Doesn’t seem so bad to me…”

“There you go again with your witty remarks, when will you learn to behave hmm?” His hand strikes you in the same spot again, only this time it’s harder, so hard that tears begin to cloud your vision. But it feels so good, so sinfully good.

“I always behave.” You whimper, face sinking into the silk pillows.

“Is that so?” He scoffs from behind, “Because I happen to know first hand you don’t.” Another painful slap comes down on your ass, this time he moulds your cheek afterwards to dilute the sting.

“Jungkook…” You moan shamelessly, face contorted with pleasure.

“You’re gonna behave for me tonight, you’re gonna look so pretty with my cock stuffed inside you.” He cracks down on you again and this time your body jumps involuntarily, you know sitting down tomorrow is going to be impossible but you can’t find it in you to care about that right now, solely concentrated on how good this feels. “Is that what you want Y/N? My cock buried inside your tight little pussy?”

“Yes.” You push your ass back to his crotch, groaning when his hard shaft presses against your sopping folds. “Yes please.”

“So fucking needy. It’s about time you learned your lesson.” He growls as he grabs his manhood, shoving the entire thing deep into your walls without warning.

“Jungkook!” Your mouth falls open with your cries, he’s huge but you’re so wet that he slides into you effortlessly, until the crown of his cock smacks against your cervix.

“Fuck!” He grips your hips hard enough to bruise your skin, maybe even hard enough to break your bones, and pulls them back to meet his body, burying himself impossibly deeper into your heat. “You take my cock so well Y/N, like you were fucking made for it.”

Any witty retorts or brattish comments you had in mind die the second he starts moving, repeatedly slamming himself into you so deep that you can feel him in the depths of your stomach with each and every thrust.

“Do you like having my cock inside you?” His voice is hoarse between low grunts, “Is this what you had in mind baby?” There’s no need to ask him to fuck you harder, this is the hardest he’s ever fucked you and you’re completely obsessed with the way your body aches because of him.

“Yes.” Your eyes are squeezed shut against the bed, having no choice but to stay there and take your punishment. Fuck, he’s pounding you so hard that the sound of his skin slapping against your ass is so loud it’s deafening. He’s ramming you into the mattress, the grip on your hips never faltering not even for a moment.

“Do I feel good inside you? Hm?” The tone in his voice screams power, he knows exactly what he’s doing to you as you borderline sob beneath him. When you fail to answer him his right hand flies to your scalp, dragging your limp body all the way up until your back is moulded against his rock-hard abs.

“I said,” His lips are pressed against the shell of your ear, he groans at the new angle, as do you, “Do I feel good inside you?”

Your head is spinning, everything about what he’s doing to you is so hot. His hand remains in your hair, holding your body in position as he’s hitting a certain sweet spot between your walls that has your stomach flipping and tightening as your body prepares for another orgasm, “Y-yes.” You offer a shaky breath.

“You’re so fucking tight, mmmph.” His left arm snakes round your waist and his hand desperately kneads your breast, holding onto it for dear life as he picks up the pace. “Feels amazing.” He pants, taking your earlobe between his teeth.

“Jungkook-“ Your hands are bound in front of you, back flush against his body, head resting in his hand. The familiar heat washes over your body with each snap of his hips, growing more and more noticeable and soon it’s all you can think about. “You’re amazing.” You bite your lip, and he retaliates by sucking a hickey into the crook of your neck.

Completely under Jeon Jungkook’s spell your moans get louder, loud enough for the other people at the resort to hear, as were the smacks of his body hitting yours from behind, but you don’t fucking care, instead you’re concentrating on how extraordinary this night with him feels. It’s not long before your second high finally ignites your body and you come around his cock.

“Oh my god.” You cry, chest heaving up and down as your body convulses in his hold. Your second orgasm gives Jungkook a new sensation that has him losing his mind, you feel tighter, warmer, you’re so wet that he’s slipping in and out you as your juices spill from your body onto his.

“Holy shit.” He groans, biting down on your earlobe to suppress a string of profanities. “I’m not gonna last much longer baby.”

“Come inside me, please come inside me.” Are the words you manage to choke out between his forceful plunges deep in your pussy. You’re so sensitive and sore that you twitch with each of his movements, you feel small and weak against his frame when he reaches an all new speed. The sloppy sounds of you being railed by none other than your sugar daddy only spur him on even more, until finally after what feels like an eternity –

“Fuck, Y/N baby-, Y/N... Y/N…“ His movements slow to a gradual stop, his breath is hot against your skin as he tries to calm himself down, you can feel how hard his heart is beating when his body stills. He wraps his inked arms round your frame and releases you from the hold of his belt, your wrists ache as does your entire body but you’re too fucked out to really notice, you collapse on the bed as soon as he lets go of you.

“Are you okay?” There’s a hint of humour in his tone as he settles beside you, carefully tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear before cupping your cheek.

“Yeah.” You pant with a content smile, turning your face to plant a soft kiss to the palm of his hand, “Feel like I should be the one paying you though, the sex is getting better and better each time. I need to start tipping you or something.” To this he gives a tired smile back, eyes scanning your face carefully before he clears his throat.

“I need to talk to you about something.” He whispers, shuffling closer, until you’re sharing the same pillow.

“Mm?” You’re in a daze, utterly lost in his almond eyes, he’s so handsome that it feels as though your heart could burst at any given moment.

“It’s about the contract.” His voice is husky, he’s gently stroking your cheek with his thumb and there’s no doubt that he notices you tense at his words.

“What about it?” You’re frowning, confused, nervous.

“The thing is,” Jungkook exhales as though he’s mentally preparing for something big to unfold. “I know that I said—”

The sound of the video camera running out of battery cuts him off, up until now you’d completely forgotten that it was recording. Heat rises to your cheeks as you glance in the direction the noise came from, the video that it just captured would’ve caught everything – how desperate you were for him to touch you, how he ate you out so sensually that you unravelled all over his face, the way he spanked and fucked you so hard that your body feels bruised. You’re embarrassed now, he’s the only man that’s ever made you feel like that, the only man you’ve ever completely lost yourself with. And now it’s on film.

“Look at that for timing.” You chuckle, fighting the urge to cringe thinking about how you must look on the footage. Jungkook stands and grabs the camera from the set of drawers, closing the view finder before carefully placing it back inside his suitcase ready for your long haul flight back home tomorrow.

“Anyway,” He starts again, but you decide you don’t want to have this conversation right now and pretend to be asleep when he gets back into bed. He knows you’ve caught feelings for him and wants to end the agreement, he knows the truth about how you feel. You can’t deal with that right now, you feel sick at the thought of losing him and so your eyes close on their own.

Selfishly you don’t want tonight to be ruined, it’s your last night in Bora Bora and up until this moment you were more than happy to be in his company, as you always are these days. Tonight isn’t the night to end things, and so you’ll fall asleep in his arms just like you’d planned to all day – you’ll deal with this when you get home.

“Y/N?” He whispers, covering your limp body with the sheets that somehow winded up on the floor. “Ah you’re asleep, nevermind,” He sighs and you hear him ruffle his hair before he gently places his arm round your waist, his face nuzzled into your neck, “Probably best I don’t tell you anyway.”

--

“How was your trip?!” Jimin’s voice is loud and somewhat overbearing, he’s stood outside your apartment building the second Yoongi dropped you and your bags off. As you’d expected. Thankfully Jungkook didn’t mention the contract again on your journey home and so you remained blissfully ignorant to the fact he probably wants to end things. The journey wasn’t awkward though, you fucked on his private jet and officially became a member of the mile high club.

Pulling your best friend in for a hug you grin brightly, “Amazing, so amazing.” You gush.

Jimin helps you with your bags and demands to know evert detail of your week away, to which you oblige and tell him everything you got up to – leaving some of the more personal parts out of course. You’re both sitting on your sofa talking about how you were too scared to cage dive with sharks when your phone buzzes in your hoodie, actually Jungkook’s hoodie pocket:

Jungkook: Thank you for an amazing week Y/N

You smile, though guilt gnaws your insides as you lock the device and choose not to respond, it’s selfish but you don’t want to start a conversation with him just in case he finds a way to mention whatever he wanted to say last night. You like having him in your life, and you plan to keep it that way for as long as you can – so you decide maybe a little bit of space is what’s needed, just enough for him to forget about the fact you have feelings for him.

“Saw Namjoon on Saturday.” Jimin’s voice pulls you from your thoughts, you look to him with a surprised brow and ignore how the mention of his name brings you straight back to the despair you felt the day he ended your relationship.

“Oh, how was that?” You try to act indifferent. Annoyingly while you were dating Namjoon and Jimin were really good friends, they got along well and even your best friend was disappointed when Namjoon left the country. Of course, he took your side in absolutely everything even when you’re in the wrong, because that’s what a best friend does, so he too had spent a few months cursing his name every time you cried on his shoulder.

“Fine actually,” Jimin gives an apologetic smile, knowing that’s probably not what you wanted to hear, shoving his hands into his grey sweatpants, “He asked about you though. Like a lot.”

“Oh.” You sigh, not knowing whether that’s a good thing or a bad thing. “What did he wanna know?”

“Well you didn’t hear it from me but he’s not keen on Jungkook.”

“What?” You’re frowning, they’d only crossed paths once and it was only very briefly at the hospital when your dad took ill. Thankfully he’s recovering well from his chest infection at home, under the watchful eye of your mother.

Jimin pauses, “Ah I said I wouldn’t say anything…”

“Jimin don’t do that, what the hell has he got against Jungkook?” The defensiveness in your voice surprises both you and Jimin, realistically things with Jungkook are going to end any day now and he was never really your boyfriend, yet you’re still offended that your ex doesn’t like him.

Jimin sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose before he nods, “Okay, here it is…” He watches your reaction carefully, “He said when he saw you again… That it was hard for him.”

“Hard for him?!” You scoff, your eyes animatedly wide, “Hard for him?! He broke my heart Jimin, you remember right? The months I spent crying over him, the nights you slept in my bed with me because I was terrified of being alone with my own thoughts… He fucking broke me.” There’s a quiver in your words that still hurts even now, “So what he doesn’t like Jungkook because I’m happier with him than I was before he left?” And there it is, the confession of a lifetime. You are happier with Jungkook, be it real or otherwise he makes you feel... complete.

“One sec.” You hold a single digit in the air, full of adrenaline and realisation as you reach for your phone. You read the message from Jungkook again and again, you toy with the idea of replying before deciding it’s a conversation you’d better have in person. “Go on.” You lock the device, throwing it haphazardly onto the sofa cushion.

“He told me that still loves you Y/N.” Jimin looks guilty as the words slip from his mouth, “He only broke up with you because he couldn’t expect you to go to Korea with him and put your own studies on hold.”

“I would’ve gone with him in a heartbeat and he knew that.” At the time you were madly in love with him, you thought he was yours forever and he knew that, “So what’s his problem with Jungkook?” Even you can hear the venom oozing from your tone.

Jimin sighs, running his fingers through his dark hair, “He… He doesn’t buy it. Apparently he knows someone that had some kind of agreement with Jungkook, and he thinks that’s what’s going on between you two.”

Oh. That’s not what you expected at all. Namjoon knows the truth about your arrangement with Jungkook. Guilt, shame and sadness washes over you, so much so that there’s a lump forming in your throat that’s difficult to keep down.

“Don’t worry I didn’t tell him anything,” Jimin throws a comforting arm round your shoulder, sensing your change in demeanour, “Me and Tae threw him off the scent pretty quick, but he thinks that he’s not right for you. He’s a billionaire playboy Y/N, Joon just… Doesn’t see it working out.”

And he’s right, there’s no way that things will work out with Jungkook the second he finds out you have feelings for him – he doesn’t date, you signed a contract making you explicitly aware of that. Namjoon has always been a smart guy, of course he figured it out.

“Are you happy? Doing what you’re doing with Jungkook?” Jimin’s question catches you off guard.

“Yeah,” You admit with a small nod, “But Jimin I… I have feelings for him. And I think he knows.”

Your best friend doesn’t seem surprised by your confession, though his profile does look vaguely disappointed. “Have you told him?”

You shake your head, unable to stop the tears from cascading down your cheeks. Life has a particularly funny way of fucking you over. One hand there’s Jungkook, the man you weren’t supposed to fall for – perfect in every way except for the fact he’s unwilling to commit to you. And on the other hand there’s Namjoon, the man who broke your heart, finally admitting to your best friend that he wants to commit to you. It’s all overwhelming to you.

“Y/N…” Jimin wraps his short arms round your body, pressing a chaste kiss to your temple, “You need to tell him.”

“I know.”

“You should probably speak to Namjoon too.”

“I know.”

And so with his persuasion you muster up the courage to send one simple text message that has the power to change everything: 

Y/N: Are you free on Saturday? I think we need to talk

x

[teklarn]

𝔂𝓸𝓾'𝓻𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓶𝔂 𝓫𝓸𝔂𝓯𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭 - 𝓴. 𝓫𝓪𝓴𝓾𝓰𝓸𝓾

character(s): katuski bakugou x gn!reader 

a/n : y’all this was gonna be for kirishima bc i love possessive kiri but like it works so well with bakugou. first part will be from third pov, following parts will be from second pov (reblogs are greatly appreciated !! <3)

summary: bakugou x gn!reader. they have feelings for one another but have no idea how to express them, however y/n has someone pining for their attention. 

genre: uhh idk a lil bit teeny-weeny dash of angst i guess 

warnings: mild cursing, possessive bakugou, mutual pining, jealousy, aged-up to third year, possessive y/n, love triangle (square?), implied manga spoilers but not directly stated, tiny bitta tokage slander (sorry lol), slow burn romance (like SLOWWW SLOW BURN), lowkey enemies to lovers, like a lotta tension between bakugou and y/n 

word count: 3k

UNEDITED w/ minimal or no typos. i shoved it into grammarly’s ass and prayed for the best okay 

here’s pt 2 loves <3

- - - 

y/n was used to picking and their skin, irritated at the girls fawning over bakugou. they were always on the sidelines, watching from afar, jealousy warping their heart. could these stupid girls not see that bakugou didn’t even care for their attention? 

this time it was setsuna tokage who was begging for his eyes on her. y/n assumed it started in their first year when they’d been put against one another when the classes still had a clashing rivalry. (they still did, much more tame now, however.) 

she leaned forwards, tugging on his short sleeve. bakugou’s uniform jacket was slung over one shoulder. he’d lost a lot of his angry demeanor from when he was younger, however it was easy to tell when he was pissed. it was inevitable he wasn’t going to lose his temper entirely. 

it was easy to ignore the girls—most of the time, at least. what was ticking y/n off the most was the fact that bakugou didn’t seem pissed at all. his face was neutral, almost like the perfect mirror of todoroki on a daily basis. his eyes were not fired up in his usual ‘get the hell off of me’ manner. he was relaxed. 

it didn’t seem like he reciprocated tokage’s feelings, however he wasn’t doing anything to get her off him and it was pissing y/n off to no end. 

her sensuous lips were pushed into a slight pucker as she spoke, arching her back in a manner that made it appear much more provocative than she probably intended. 

bakugou stood there, eyes flicking from her grasp on his sleeve and back up to her eyes. he didn’t say anything, didn’t move, only kept looking her up and down. not in a romantic way, of course. right? 

y/n scoffed at themselves. they swallowed the lump in their throat, shoving down the pinging envy in their chest with it. why wasn’t he reacting? 

heat rushed to y/n’s cheeks. why do i care? 

tokage was nearing his face. she didn’t have any intent to press her lips to his, which y/n was more than glad for. 

y/n had come to the conclusion they had feelings for the explosive boy weeks ago. perhaps they always had, but now that they were fully conscious of them... gosh, it was frustrating. 

“you’re staring again.” 

y/n turned to see kirishima, the only other person who knew about their feelings for bakugou. he’d lost the twinkle in his eyes after first year. he’d picked up a dominating sneer and a withering glare reserved for anyone who desired to cross his friends. everyone at UA had after what went down. it was a shock most of them survived anything. 

“so?” y/n snapped, shoving their hands away and kicking a pebble before them. kirishima and y/n continued their walk through the courtyard. 

“so it makes you look creepy.” 

“no, it doesn’t. he didn’t even notice me.” 

kirishima snapped his fingers. “partially my point here. that’s bakugou katsuki, you really think he’s going to notice you?” 

“excuse me?” 

kirishima pursed his lips, twiddling his thumbs. “i didn’t mean it like that, y/n. it’s just...well, he has so much to work for.” 

y/n raised a brow, questioning his nervous antics. 

he continued. “bakugou works hard. probably the hardest worker in UA aside from midoriya. and it’s bakugou. he doesn’t really see a point in relationships. you know that.” 

“it’s not like i’m looking for anything with him, though. gosh, kirishima, you’re acting like this is some school girl crush.” 

he tilted his head, giving y/n a look that screamed, are you really sure it’s not though? 

y/n huffed out a breath, crossing their arms. they’d already vomited up their feelings, why all of a sudden call it a crush? sure, it was a tiny crush that was no larger than the brain of a dinosaur. 

“i can swear that it isn’t, kirishima. you’re looking too deep into things,” y/n defended once again. 

the red-head held his hands up in surrender, sucking his lips in to avoid another snarky comment slipping out. 

the two looked up at the towering building that had been home to them for the past three years: Heights Alliance. 

during their second year, the teachers had settled with having the dorms set up in a way that allowed the students’ rooms to be set up in a gender-neutral fashion. they’d been able to select new dorms beside whomever they wished. rooming next to kirishima was a blast, but the only person bakugou wanted to room next to was him. 

mina had moved in next to you, and kaminari to her right, and sero right across from y/n. 

y/n had no issue being squished between a group notorious for their goofiness and ability to never take anything seriously, however (especially on weekends) they were exceptionally loud to the point they were sure China could hear the blaring music. 

friday was finally going to be over in a few hours. y/n felt a giddiness well up inside them, anticipating the weekend. it’d been a rough few days, for everyone, not just them. 

class 1A had been bombarded with assignments and pop quizzes. y/n was lucky they finished it all in class. some of the homework was finished when they’d sacrificed their precious free time to get it done, but in the end, it was worth it all. 

y/n let their bag sag down their arms as they entered Heights Alliance. 

- 

bakugou had just been asked out on a date. for the third time. first time, he’d denied. second time, he had to shove tokage off him. third time, he’d calmly accepted her offer, and she’d skipped away with more than a smile. 

she’d squeezed his bicep, gave him a wink and an unnecessary peck on the cheek that bakugou had wiped off the moment she turned her back. he was now in his bathroom and, despite her not wearing any lipstick, he was scrubbing his cheek raw so that the skin was a blotchy red. 

the date was tonight, and he found himself wanting to go, and questioning why he accepted in the first place. 

bakugou forgot about tokage the second he won that match his first year and tossed her in the cage. he only noticed her when she and her group of friends giggled and passed by. (it was mostly her chortling, but whatever.) 

he continued rubbing his cheek aggressively with a scratchy towel. he was repulsed by how he had stood there without bothering to snap at her to leave him alone for the third time. 

instead, bakugou’s mind had buffered, and if he was in a video game, he had surely glitched. he should probably just tell tokage he didn’t want to go anymore. in fact, he never wanted to go in the first place and wants to jump out his window and escape. 

it was almost comedic. the thought of him going out on a date? goodness, he wanted to throw up. 

as he continued scrubbing the cloth along his cheek, bakugou found himself more than grateful for how much his quirk made him sweat. if it wasn’t for the nitroglycerin-like substance he produced, his skin would be scratched and dried up. 

a knock sounded at his door. silence came, until the knock found its way to his ears. a set of three knocks, then five, then it was a needy banging. 

whoever was on the other side heard his audible groan and shuffling feet dragging across the floor, because they knocked a lot harder. 

he swung the door open, hinges crying out. 

bakugou’s upper lip curled in disgust. tokage twirled her hair around a finger, eyelashes sticking together with mascara. “katsuki,’ she greeted. 

his eyes narrowed on her. “don’t call me that.” 

“what should I be calling you, then? baby? or honey?” 

oh yes, bakugou wanted to vomit. what even was her name again? whatever, it didn’t matter. “lizard teeth, listen. i-” 

“lizard teeth? why would you address me like that?” 

“because i don’t know your damn name, alright? i don’t-” 

“tokage. need me to spell it out for you?” 

“no. shut up. i need to-” 

“you should remember it, because i was one of the few who got in through recommendations, remember?” 

“and yet here you are in class 1B. can you shut the hell up now?” 

“well, you’re just being shitty.” 

“why are you here, tokage.” more of a demand than a question, as bakugou’s questions always came across if he ever bothered to ask them. 

“because, for our date tonight, I need to pick up some things and I really hope you’re up for coming with me.” 

“no.” 

“please?” 

“no. stop pushing. and I don’t want to-” 

“come on, grouchy.” tokage activated her quirk, one scale slipping into his dorm and pushing him towards her. she gripped the collar of his shirt and grinned. “come with me for a short bit, and I’ll count that as our date, m’kay?” 

bakugou opened his mouth once more to protest, but tokage silenced him by pressing one slender finger to his lips. 

“I’m fully aware you don’t want to go on this date with me.” 

he relaxed, shoulders slumping. if bakugou was younger, if he was even just a little bit more stubborn as he had been before, perhaps he’d be out of this mess already, or never in it in the first place. 

tokage let her hand fall back to her side—both of them. the scale returned to her lower calf; the jet-black leggings she wore now had a perfect hole in them.

“do you think i’m dense, bakugou?” 

“then why ask me out?” bakugou felt himself leaning back. 

“because if i can get under the skin of that stupid little...what do you like to call them? stupid little extras? yeah, that stupid extra who can’t stop fluttering googly-eyes at you every minute, then i’ll be perfectly content.” 

“who the hell are you talking about?” 

“alright, so you are oblivious.” tokage took a step back and crossed her arms. “are you both unaware of how you’ve both been pining for each other’s attention? y/n, that classmate of yours.” 

“...y/n?” 

“do you know their name or do i have to describe in excruciating detail what they look like?” 

“no, no i know who you’re talking about. but you’ve got to be shitting me, alright? there’s nothing there.” 

“i’m from 1B, and if there’s something going on in 1A, monoma is going to tell us.” 

“shithead, get out of my face.” 

“you still have to go out with me.” 

“why the f-” 

“because, bakugou. if you don’t, i’ll be sure to make sure y/n knows about your feelings, whether they’re real or not.” 

“why would they care? more importantly, why would you care?” 

- 

y/n kicked their feet up and down, a lollipop in their left hand, phone in their other. kirishima was in his bathroom while y/n was playing a game on their phone. they’d stashed away a bunch of candy back in their dorm and had snatched a handful for the two of them to share while hanging out in kirishima’s. 

he was currently combing a hand through his hair, and then proceeded to rummage through his cabinets. 

kirishima emerged with his lips puckered. “want to come to the  drug mart with me?” he stuck a thumb to his door. 

“what for?” y/n didn’t take a glance away from their phone. 

“this.” he chuckled softly. when y/n looked up, kirishima had two fingers parting his hair. the roots were a jet black, just growing long enough to become the slightest bit visible. 

“you’re going to fry your hair.” they were already shoving their phone away and tossing their sucker into the trash bin. 

“it’s a monthly tradition to do this, y/n. it would be fried by now if i was bad at it,” he joked, tapping his roots once more. 

y/n laughed alongside him as they exited the room. 

-

it was late, and the lights made everything feel like it was set in a world of backrooms. when the rest of the world is sleeping, it is more than quiet, and nothing feels real―possibly in the best ways. 

kirishima scratched at his chin, staring intensely at the hair-dye boxes lined neatly on the shelf before them. 

y/n tapped their foot, not out of impatience, but because of the creep staring at them through the aisle. yes, through. 

between the boxes of hair dye and scattered makeup products, the beady eyes of setsuna tokage could be seen. she smirked when she tugged her hostage closer. 

bakugou’s height had shot up to around six feet in the past two years, so all that was visible was his chest and the black sweatshirt loosely hanging off it, however his grumbling and stream of colorful language was unmistakable. it was him. 

“you okay?” 

y/n’s head snapped to their friend. “what?” 

“you seem on edge. is something wrong?” 

“nothing. nothing is wrong.” 

“you sure? if you need to talk, i’m here.” 

“yeah, yeah, i’m okay. don’t worry.” 

“alright.” kirishima held up a box, wiggling it in one hand. “got it.” he gave y/n a toothy grin. 

“good.” y/n snatched his arm up and dragged him along. 

“woah,” kirishima released a breathy chuckle, tugging his arm back. “what’s got you in a hurry?” 

“nothing,” y/n said, shrugging. “just wanna get home.” 

gosh, kirishima knew them too well. his eyes squinted just a bit, and there was that playful grin lingering on his lips, just ghosting over his face, barely visible to anyone who didn’t know him. instead of pointing out the obvious, which was standing just a few aisles behind, kirishima decided to play around. “goodness, honey, the kids are going to be fine back home.” 

heat raced to y/n’s face. “what?” 

kirishima winked. “it’s nice that you care about them, but care about me a little, would’ya? i miss you, too,” he said a tad louder. 

this caught bakugou’s attention. his eyes clashed with y/n’s, and he didn’t look away until y/n did. even a few seconds after, y/n still felt the blaring heat of his gaze upon them.

kirishima slung an arm around his friend, enjoying their flustered image. of course, he would never even think about pushing boundaries. the thought never crossed his mind, but he knew they’d let him know if they were uncomfortable. 

when y/n looked back as kirishima led them away, bakugou’s jaw was clenched, and his eyes were alight with jealousy. 

of course, y/n didn’t notice the emotion flaring. 

tokage smirked, clutching his loose sleeve. 

y/n looked back to their friend, and kirishima flashed them another knowing smile. bakugou was getting antsy with his best friends’ hands all over y/n. well, not all over, but a tap on the shoulder was enough. 

despite the way kirishima’s face dropped, y/n swiped his arm away and wandered over to tokage a bit more angrily than intended. they glanced up to bakugou, who was reaching up to retrieve something for tokage. 

“what brings you guys here? didn’t expect to see you.” inside, y/n was screaming. gosh, their heart was angry. 

“just running errands together.” 

bakugou? going for errands? with tokage? 

“cool, cool,” y/n said, nodding. “i was doing the same with kirishima.” they paused, awkward silence filling the space. 

impatient as ever, bakugou tossed the item into tokage’s basket and clicked his tongue. 

y/n didn’t know why. why were they being so stubborn? despite their protesting thoughts and their entire body screaming to hold back, y/n wrapped their fingers around bakugou’s wrist. 

“actually, bakugou, i have something to ask you. i need your opinion on it. you’re smart, right?” y/n’s voice lifted at the end. although they couldn’t see the, what the hell are you doing face kirishima was making behind them as subtly as possible, they could definitely feel the glare burning into their back. 

“tch, of course i’m smart, shithead.” 

“good.” 

“we’re actually kind of in a rush,” tokage spat out, snappier than usual. 

“do you think i fight okay? i need someone  with a perspective like yours to know if i do.” 

“what kind of question is that, dumbass? i don’t care if you can fight well or not, just so long as i can beat the shit outta ya.” 

tokage let out a low growl. 

y/n smirked, hand still around bakugou’s wrist. “i’d like to know if i can beat you, then, so you can tell me if i’m good or not.” 

ohgoshohgoshohgosh where was this coming from? 

bakugou squinted. he leaned in closer, like he didn’t hear them. “speak up.” 

y/n knew he heard them correctly, but he got awfully close. 

feeling a little sneaky themselves, y/n ghosted their fingers over his strong jaw, tilting his head closer so they could speak clearly into his ear. “let’s train together,” y/n said, staring tokage dead in the eyes. 

it was a stupid rivalry, really. they’d both been accepted through recommendations. they’d been friends all throughout middle school, and yet when y/n made it into 1A, tokage felt it a necessity to excel at everything and rub it in their face. no way was y/n letting them get away with this. 

“i want to see how strong i am.” y/n let their voice drop just a bit. “you’re strong, right?” 

“are you taunting me?” bakugou said, voice nearly a whisper. he still hadn’t moved from leaning down and hadn’t bothered to move y/n’s fingertips from his jaw. 

“absolutely not.” y/n sent a small grin in the direction of their rival. “let’s just see who can beat who. we’ve never been against one another like this.” 

tokage huffed, tugging bakugou back. his eyes were softened when they met y/n’s, and there was simmering, small grin on his face. 

tokage, however, looked less intrigued. “he’s not your boyfriend.” 

y/n shrugged, already backing away. they spread their arms in a mockery of surrender. “he’s not yours, either.” 

[rein-ette]

Are you still working on your Commonwealth study? Do you have any thoughts on Arthur's relationships with his colonies apart from Canzuk + US?

Not properly, unfortunately with exams and then work I haven’t had mental/emotional capacity to do real research (and probably won’t for a while 😔). But I have continued to think about and develop certain relationships, and I think I also have old hcs I’ve never shared, so I’ll put those down!

Born into the Empire

Australia

@oumaheroes has already done such great hcs on him idk what I can add, but basically he was a little bit of a rowdy child, always breaking windows and shattering fancy pots, never able to sit still. I think rainbow once mentioned that Ken (short for Kenneth, my name for Aus) was a lot like England as a child in his curiosity and energy, and I wholeheartedly agree. But I think Arthur’s intensity was more inwardly directed, pushing him to pursue and master new talents and learn whatever he could, while Australia is a little more carefree in his love for the outdoors, exploring, jumping around and off things, little wild animals. Unfortunately for him, he was born in a period of the empire when Arthur was very serious about his kids education, and therefore often praised those who studied hard and learned fast, which really just wasn’t Australia’s cup of tea. Australia took this kinda hard and thought he was the “dumb” one in the family that Arthur was always scolding, but in reality Arthur knew and appreciated that Australias interests lay elsewhere — he was just a frustrated, tired, parent who really wanted to give his kids the best while also holding his empire together, two goals that were never going to fit well in the end and would completely exhaust him.

As Australia’s grown older he’s realized a bit of this (not entirely, though) and also that 1) he really did break a lot expensive things and cause general mayhem 2) scolding us Arthur’s way of showing he cares, if he didn’t he wouldn’t have payed attention to him at all 3) despite being a penal colony, he was still one of Arthur’s more “legitimate” children (being white and a boy) and was therefore still incredibly privileged — never having to question, for example, why it was that Arthur was his dad, if it should be this way, or if he had a seat at the family table at all (more on this later).

New Zealand

Zee, from birth, was a clear favourite. Obedient, calm, quietly intelligent, he would also later develop a blistering sense of humour which combined with his appearance made it overwhelmingly clear who’s child he was. If Ken questioned his place in the family because of his poor academic record and others did because of their appearance/race/other complications, Kaelan never had such problems; his siblings called him the “prince.” Zee, however, also had a charm that, like Matthew, endeared him to his siblings and mostly protected him from jealousy, though he certainly still had issues with being called a try hard, daddy’s boy, bossy, arrogant. Certainly as a child Zee was a little prideful and, under that unperturbed demeanour, willful, but he grew out of it by the 20th century and became one of those most trusted by Arthur, second only to Matthew. He’s also always been inseparable from his brother Australia despite their differences, and today they both have one of the healthiest and most amicable relationships with Arthur of any nation, let alone former colonies (family road trips, every summer).

Bermuda

I absolute fell in love with this girl after reading about here, once, in this fic by @shachaai, and after that my mind just ran away with me. For me, her human name given to her by Arthur just has to be Ariel — for the little mermaid reference, yes, symbolizing her connection to the sea and stunning good looks, but also because:

1. Ariel is a biblical name, meaning lion of God. This makes sense to me, because Bermuda began as a Portuguese trade post, so Arthur definitely consulted our resident bad catholic Port before naming her.

2. Ariel used to be boys name. This also makes sense, because I hc Bermuda was and still is a tomboy. Bitch is fierce, takes no prisoners, and has zero filter. Her letters to Arthur, which all the colonies sent so Arthur could keep an eye on things, were full of shit like “I swear to god if the Spanish don’t get out of my waters I might eat one of them,” and “father, I asked you for destroyers two months ago, and yet you sent them to Hong Kong — could you explain this most unusual occurrence, surely it’s not that you forgot”, and “thank you for the harpoon on my birthday, I caught a small shark a couple days ago and have sent you some of its teeth for your collection.” Arthur tolerates this attitude because he’s weak when it comes to girls; he absolutely spoils his daughters (and flushes like a 16 year old when a woman so much as bats her eyelashes at him). Yes, p*ssywhipped Arthur is a hill I will die on.

3. It also suits her because? Ariel? Shakespeare? The Tempest? Bermuda Triangle? Shipwrecks? Daughter-like figure of powerful and vengeful sorcerer? Yeah. And this girl is a fire spirit — she is so lively, snarky, clever. As she’s grown older she’s mellowed out a little, but still: a no shit taken, no fucks given type of gal.

4. Speaking of growing up, she’s also become quite the beauty. Shacha, if I’m remembering correctly, described her as dark skinned, wavy-haired, and green eyed and that image has been burned onto the back of my eyelids ever since. Those Iberian genetics really be pulling through for her, that’s for sure. Engport love child if I’ve ever seen one. Definitely one of the prettiest in her family.

Singapore

I’ve already mentioned this to needcake, but I’m not too big a fan of canon Singapore, so this is my oc version. Singapore is fascinating to me because it had only a very small local population before it became a colony (The original settlement had actually been destroyed by the Portuguese about two centuries before the British started building a port there.) So nation-tans like Singapore and Bermuda really are Arthur’s children in the most direct sense of the word. And yet, Singapore is mostly ethnically Chinese, with Malays being the second largest group. Growing up Asian in a white, Victorian era family surely cannot have been easy and more than once Singapore probably wondered if there hadn’t been some mistake. To make up for the constant fear that he wasn’t “really” British, Singapore studied ferociously and had a truly terrifying work ethic. I’m not sure if this is common knowledge outside Asian circles, so I’ll mention that this hc comes from the fact Singapore is well known for having truly exceptional students and some of the most prestigious schools. Singaporeans score highly in literally everything and they have an advantage with good English learning environments, a highly desirable trait in Asia, but these results come from brutally long hours — and its really saying something that they’re known for working hard, considering the studying ethic of students in Korea, Japan, and China aint nothing to sneeze at, either. To me this actually fits really well with Singapore’s upbringing in Arthur’s household, because Arthur himself prizes intelligence and hard work above all else, being a workaholic himself.

As for their relationship, it was probably the best when Singapore was young and peaked in the 1930s with the massive naval base the British built at Singapore, at the time the largest dry dock in the world. Singapore was a well-behaved child, not necessarily introverted but not rowdy either, and all the way into his teenage years he truly admired Arthur and was proud to be a part of the British Empire, despite his lingering unease and insecurities. The British defeat in World War II, however, was a massive turning point. He had worked his ass off to be a good son, a good brother, to contribute to the only family and system he had ever known, and he had thought by the 30s he was finally on his way to becoming a fine adult. And suddenly, the British surrender brings his entire world crashing down. He had followed the rules faithfully thinking it was his destiny, but suddenly it was clear that all rules were made up. Of course, his insecurities exploded. If the empire was a ruse, what the hell was he? A part of the illusion? He couldn’t have a truly Asian identity, because many of the old East Asian nations shunned him for his Western upbringing, and he could not entirely understand their values either. So he was a kid who kinda had to figure out late and very very suddenly who the fuck he was and wanted to be.

And, well, he’s done pretty well for himself, hasn’t he. After having a total crisis and questioning everything, I think Singapore slowly started to realize that just because the British Empire as a political entity didn’t last forever, that didn’t mean that his entire childhood and identity weren’t real. The love he gave to his siblings and the love he got back, the hard work he put in, his bond with Arthur and the safe, happy childhood he had — those memories and feelings didnt have to be diminished by what came after. Essentially, he learned the lesson all nations have to learn, which is that one needs to be able to discern between duties as a nation and feelings as a human being, and to some extent keep them separate to protect both.

Whoooooo ok I’ll stop there because this turned into a dissertation, sorry. Let me know if there are any specifics u want me to elaborate on or anything I missed, but I’ll leave this here for today :)

[fanfictionfansmiction]

I Found Your Ring

This is a Mako x Reader, its my first time writing this character so please go easy on me! I finished watching the Legend of Korra recently and the characters are great so if anyone has any LoK requests please do send them my way. So to summarise Mako embarrassed himself in front of you the day before and he runs into you again but this time with a your ring. 

Word Count: 1792

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“Oh, come on Mako you’re being dramatic!” Asami laughs at her ex-boyfriends’ reaction while draping her arm over Korra’s broad shoulders. Who also fails to hide her amusement behind the pink dusting her cheeks. “I’m sure it wasn’t that bad.” She said while swirling her free hand along Korra’s forearm.

“Oh, trust me when I say it was bad.” Bolin interjects booming with laughter only to be wacked in the arm by his older brother who was sat beside him with his head in his hands. Bolin rubs the spot but continued to laugh along with the girls.

“Well think of it this way, you were a complete asshole to me at first and I still dated you!” Korra offered while looking up at her girlfriend encouraging her to help.

“Yeah, and I ran you over, but you still went on a date with me! What’s more embarrassing than sloppy motor skills?” Asami added stifling a giggle. A small lift of his head and everyone could see just how red Mako had gotten over this little situation which was surprising. Mako hadn’t really shown any interest in dating since the whole love triangle. Bolin was starting to worry about his big brother, working all those extra hours and keeping his distance from anyone who showed any interest. But this was different. Bolin couldn’t believe how much of a bumbling mess he had gotten into not only forgetting how to produce sentences but spilling his drink all down his new shirt.

“Poor Mako is going to die alone.” Wu added dramatically draping himself over the two brothers attempting to get a laugh out of Mako.

“He’s right.” Mako added in a small tone, seemingly out of character.

The group fell silent looking at each other in a way that suggested they should have taken it more seriously than they initially did. But it was still pretty funny. Mako brought his head all the way up taking in the concern of his friends who are close enough to be family. Just as he was about to suggest maybe he had taken it a little too seriously Opal made her way in from cold shaking the snow off her brown hair.

“Does anyone know who this belongs to?” Opal asks lifting up a gold ring with a small ruby. Just as they were about to say no in unison Mako realises that the ring is rather familiar. He shoots a quick look to Bolin who is far too distracted by his cold girlfriend to pay any attention to a ring but Korra notices the look on Mako’s face.

“Is it her ring?” Korra asks leaning back into Asami’s arms.

“Weirdly enough I think it is.” Mako said with hope in his eyes.

“Perfect you can make up for making a complete fool of yourself by returning her property! And maybe then she’ll believe that you are an adequate paramour.” Wu adds gleefully. Mako can’t help but roll his eyes at his comment.

“He’s right Mako, who knows maybe it could be romantic.” Asami adds.

He decides that they’re right and that he should probably return the ring either way. A little more excited by the fact that he’ll be able to see you again than he’d like to admit. A wave of hope crashes through him. It hadn’t really concerned him that he seemed to be the only single person he knew but his life had started to get a little lonelier in these past months. There seemed to be things he wished to do with someone he cared for in different ways. He longed for someone who would care for him and someone who he could care for. He saw the softness that grew in Korra anytime she thought of Asami and he envied it. Mako craved the tenderness he felt to be missing.

“I’m going to see if she’s at the same bar tonight. I’ll probably be back in the next few hours.” Mako said. As he walked out of the apartment, he heard them ‘oooohh’ at him, he couldn’t help the redness from growing up his neck.

It was a short walk through republic city to the small bar squashed between a tea shop and a trinket shop, the warm light illuminates the snow that falls lightly. Taking a small breath in Mako makes his way into building the noise from the chatter surrounding him. Taking small tentative steps, he approaches the bar trying to remind himself he has no reason to be so nervous all he’s doing is return lost property. Focusing so intensely on calming down he begins to frown, creasing his forehead and becoming tight lipped. Just as he opens his mouth to ask the bar tender if he had seen you someone taps him on the shoulder. He turns quickly to see you stood there with a blush creeping its way up your neck. There’s a playful look in your eye which causes Mako to smile releasing all the tension that he was holding in his face.

“I’ll buy you a drink as long as you’re careful with it.” You laugh tilting your head before ordering you both a drink.

“Oh, well that’s very generous of you.” Mako speaks mirroring your body language.

“What brings you back?” You ask with a small smile on your lips.

“The company is definitely a plus and so is the service! I always get what I order and I… um…” he stumbles over his words mentally whacking himself.

“That is always a plus.”

Mako flushes bright red and tuns to the barman asking for another drink. Which only causes you to laugh again, a sound which Mako is growing to love. He feels you brush your hand against his arm.

“This might be a strange thing to ask but were you ever part of a pro bending team?” You ask.

“What gave me away?”

“Your brother came back here yesterday after you left, and he was really chatty. Told me all about you.”

This stops Mako in his tracks flushing an even more aggressive shade of red. Resting his head in his hands he says something, but you cannot quite hear him, so you edge a little closer. Asking him to repeat himself.

“I said did he ask to borrow your ring?”

Now it is your turn to flush red, “Yes, he said he wanted to find something for his girlfriend in a similar style. He said that he’d bring it back to me today in this bar so that’s why I was here. To be honest I was surprised you were in here.”

“He did what?”

“He was really insistent on me waiting here tonight. I am happy to see you though, I like Bolin, but I don’t think I could take anymore talk about your accomplishments on the force. They are impressive Mako don’t get me wrong but also it felt like your brother was doing a job interview on your behalf.” You cackle.

“You know my name? That seems unfair I don’t know yours.” He replies.

You say your name and he repeats it in a low tone that fills you with warmth. As he turns to face the bar you could almost swear, he says it again.

“Can I have it?” You say drawing his attention back to you. He looks confused but takes the silence that has fallen over you to take in your face, your kind eyes and your growing smile. “My ring?”

“Oh of course that’s why I’m here.” Mako responds holding out his hand where the ring sits on the top of his finger where it had been since he recognised it as yours. He had unknowingly been twisting and fiddling with it all evening. “It’s a lovely ring.” He breathes your name again sliding the ring onto your finger. It is so intimate you’re glad when his warm hands linger.

“Thank you it was my Mother’s. I like your scarf Mako it suits you.” You say keeping his hands close to yours.

“It was my Father’s.” He responds keeping inching closer to you.

Moments pass and neither of you speak but it feels oddly comfortable. You hope that he doesn’t move away from you because he has a warmth radiating from him which draws you closer. The seconds pass slower than you are used to, and you can’t stop yourself from really looking at him. He is the only thing you can focus on in this busy room. You admire the shadow his eyelashes cast on his cheek it takes everything in you to not touch him and looking into his eyes it seems as though he’s holding back a similar desire. You can see him inching closer to you so your lips are almost touching, and you can taste the heat radiating off him. Just as you go to crash into each other Mako hears a familiar voice that breaks the spell that seemed to fall over the two of you.

“I’m sure they’re still here!” Bolin booms talking to Opal over the crowd. Makos forehead rests on your bare shoulder. The contact sending a spark throughout you, you can feel Makos face heating up.

“Bolin over here.” You wave him over keeping Mako’s head on your shoulder. Bolin spots you and for a moment he seems confused not sure how his brother couldn’t find you in the bar only to then see his brothers head resting on you. Bolin’s face pales deciding whether to go talk to the two of you or to run out of the establishment and pretend it was all a dream. He was a top-notch actor of course. Before he makes the call, Opal drags him out waving at you moving ‘sorry’.

“He’s gone Mako.” You whisper in his ear. Mako looks up at you with soft eyes. Again, he says your name in a soft tone.

“Would you want to go on a date with me? I promise my brother won’t interrupt.” He asks lifting his face up to meet yours once again.

“I’d love to.”

He brushes a stray hair away from your face banishing the shy feeling that grows within him, he places a ghost of a kiss on your lips. Suddenly worried he has been too forward with you. Only to have the worried melt away when he sees the small smile growing on your face. You rest your forehead against his only able to resist kissing him again for a few moments. It feels as though you have found something else entirely this evening. As though the two of you were bound to have a moment like this. Something inside you tells you that you will keep having these intimate moments together.  

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Honeydew (Marcus Pike/Moreno x OC) | Chapter 8

Summary: Erin He moves to DC after working for the FBI in Texas and runs into a hero in disguise; Marcus Moreno. Something about him is familiar, too familiar, yet different in a way that she can’t quite place. Although confused, she can’t deny her feelings for him; perhaps, after years of regret, she finally found the one.

Warnings: food/drink mention, smut, swearing, public/semi-public sexual shenanigans (they’re very horny, ok???), Erin is hot af

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It was humid. Way too humid. Though, Erin supposed that maybe that’s what rich people liked; what better way to flaunt their wealth than being able to afford air-conditioning an entire mansion?

She held Marcus’s hand tightly as they weaved through the crowd of wedding attendees and partygoers at the hotel, reaching the elevator only after breaking a sweat.

Once they entered their room, the first order of business was to check it for bugs. And by bugs, they were looking for cameras and microphones. The last thing they wanted was for anyone to catch wind of the operation. Even if they needed an emergency extraction, it would take hours before any personnel arrived.

The suite was more like a penthouse than a hotel room. The floors had marble pathways and soft carpet surrounding the bed. A short hallway led to a spacious, doorless,  shower with a fireplace built in for warmth. The same hallway led to a more conventional bathroom with a bathtub, toilet, and sink. And, of course, the showstopper.

Marcus paused as they walked by. “That’s a nice hot tub.”

It took nearly an hour, but Erin and Marcus were able to sweep the entire suite and confirm that there weren’t any recording devices around.

“It seems like we should be safe in here, at least for now,” Erin said, resting her hands on her hips. “We arrived a bit earlier than I expected, so we should probably look around at the beach party before night falls. It’ll look more natural if we’re there all afternoon and evening. Do you remember your profile?”

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The sun was even more unbearable with less clothes on. Erin adjusted the straps of her bikini bottoms, chatting with other attendees. The white sand and crystal blue water would’ve made the island a fantastic vacation spot, but unfortunately she didn’t have time to enjoy it. After all, she was there for work.

The bikini was smaller than any she’d ever worn, a special purchase to play the part. The black triangles of fabric strained over her breasts and the bottoms left little to the imagination. She blushed as she realized her lower lips could barely fit in the bottoms, swollen with arousal. In this case, it was arousal for herself. She rarely had the time or energy for beach trips, much less skimpy bathing suits. So even if this was an undercover operation, she couldn’t help but relish in her playthings.

“Babe, could you help me get my back?” she asked, applying some sunscreen onto her chest. She rolled her eyes as her nipples hardened, poking through the thin fabric. Her past lovers were obsessed with her tits, so any touch would make them hard. Thankfully no one seemed to care; in fact, the women she chatted with simply cooed as Marcus–her “boyfriend”–stood up to help.

She clenched around nothing as she imagined how Marcus would look if he was sucking on her tits. The soft flesh would bury his face as he mouthed at her, leaving marks that staked out his claim. But that was just another fantasy that wouldn’t come true.

Marcus gulped as he took her in, hoping she couldn’t see his hardening cock.

The bikini fit her perfectly, hugging her in all the right spots and emphasizing the plush flesh of her ass and hips. The thong bottoms left virtually nothing to the imagination, which only made his predicament worse. As much as he loved her and the way she looked, it was definitely not the right place or time to be thinking about her ass.

Erin tried not to stare as she noticed his shorts tent, his thick length outlined. He looked like he would fill her perfectly, better than any toy she ever buried inside herself. She wanted to get on her knees and give him a taste of his own medicine, bringing him to the edge. Would he even fit in her hand?

The thought made her pulse, her bottoms growing wetter.

She let out a gasp as he smacked her ass playfully, wishing he would spread her legs and taste her. Her eyes grew large as he kneeled down in front of her and nudged her legs apart.

“What? I’m helping out, like you asked.” He looked up at her with a smoldering gaze as he kissed her thighs. It took a moment for her to remember that this was part of the act; she and Marcus were meant to be fiery and passionate, fitting in with the rest of the crowd. They were certainly nowhere near the wildest at the beach party; in the distance she was sure there was a fully naked woman wracked with orgasms. Surely she wouldn’t be in that position anytime soon; not that she’d thought much about it.

Marcus’s large hands gently applied the sunscreen to her legs as he kissed around her inner thighs, his breath just grazing her core. There was no doubt that he could see her swollen pussy and the way her juices had smeared on her skin.

Erin jumped slightly as he pressed a kiss just at the edge of the fabric. Her fingers tangled in his hair and encouraged him to kiss closer. She needed anything she could get, and two could play the game. “C’mon baby, don’t be shy.”

A low moan left her lips as he obeyed, kissing her mound through the fabric. He sucked lightly, catching her clit.

Erin’s eyes rolled to the back of her head. “Fuck….”

Then he pulled away, leaving her throbbing. Tease.

“Do you like this, honey?” he asked lowly, eyes dark with desire. “Do you like knowing people can see you?”

“Yes,” Erin moaned, arching her back as one of the women cupped her tits, the soft flesh overflowing. She gasped as Marcus pressed his lips to her mound again. The touches felt like heaven; it had been too long since anyone had given her this much attention. “I want people to know what you do to me.”

He hummed softly, reveling in Erin’s neediness. “Look at you… So beautiful. You’re so wet, baby, I hope you’re having fun. But you need to behave, or you don’t get to cum.”

She pouted as he stood back up, the pout melting into a smile as he kissed her deeply. A shiver ran down her spine as his hand came up to play with the ties of her bikini top. Barely above a whisper, she said, “Just a few more hours before we can get started.”

The few hours dragged on much longer than she and Marcus thought; it must’ve been from the heat. As they mingled with the crowds and made out like horny rabbits, the sun barely inched towards the horizon.

Thankfully, time had not stopped, and the house was eventually opened for the dinner party.

She and Marcus changed into more appropriate outfits for the house party, hers made from a thin black fabric that just barely contained her tits. The skirt of the dress had two slits on each side, allowing her legs to peek through the curtains when she walked.

It was easy enough to scope out the layout of the house, walking around with Marcus’s hand on her waist and the occasional kiss. Everything was going to plan; all they had to do was to get into the office, pull the data, and get out. Easy, right?

They slowed as they approached the entrance to the office, Erin running her hands down his chest. She toyed with the buttons of his shirt. Fluttering her eyelashes at him, she asked, “Baby, have I been good enough for you today?”

“You have,” Marcus replied, eyes raking down her form. Backing her into the office, he said, “I think you’ve earned this.”

Once he closed the door, they launched into action. It only took a quick scan of the room to know that there weren’t any cameras installed; it seemed like that was a theme in the house. Perhaps it was a precaution on the host’s part for the art dealings.

It didn’t take long for Erin to find the records on the computer, and within a couple minutes the data was downloading onto the flashdrive. It needed just a few more seconds….

Someone knocked on the office door. “Hey, is anyone in there?”

“Shit!” Erin hissed, pulling out the flashdrive and shutting off the computer. As the door handle started turning, she sat on the desk and pulled Marcus onto her, kissing him hard.

Despite his initial surprise, he fell into the rhythm quickly. He pressed her against him and hitched her leg up on his hip. Her soft moans and grinding of her hips sent blood rushing down to his cock, making her gasp. His tongue slipped into her mouth as the door opened.

“Oh, again? Excuse me, sir! Ma’am-”

At the sound of the intruder, Marcus growled and held her to his chest protectively, accidentally pulling the fabric of her dress to the side. Neither of them noticed until Erin arched against him, her breasts freed from their confines. He shuddered as the soft flesh pressed against him; he wanted nothing more than to stoop down and take her into his mouth.

Erin couldn’t help but melt into his touch, rolling her hips against his for more friction. The girth of his cock was undeniable, and her clit was swollen to the point that it rubbed deliciously along his length. Her cheeks burned from knowing her tits were out, but a small part of her couldn’t care less. After all, it was all part of the act, right?

“Hey!”

“Oh!” Erin and Marcus leapt apart, frantically tidying themselves up. She smiled sheepishly at the man standing at the entrance of the office; he must’ve been a friend of the collector.

“Sorry, we got a little carried away,” she apologized, shyly walking out the office with Marcus in tow.

It would’ve been too suspicious to leave right away, so they stayed a couple hours longer. There was music, food, and they had each other’s company. It would have been perfect. However, their little office session had left them more than flustered.

She’d never quite seen Marcus act so rough before–not that he was particularly rough. Perhaps…dominant was a more accurate word. Sure, he was a Heroic, but something about his confidence and strength in that moment made her legs weak.

Despite all this time, she was sure he could make her legs weak in other ways. Her pussy ached as she thought of the way he felt against her, how his hard cock had pressed deliciously against her swollen cunt.

She needed a shower.

The ride back to the hotel was quiet, the two of them snuggled in the back seats like two lovebirds. She supposed they technically were in love, but she knew it wasn’t the same. Part of it was an act to keep the disguise up. The things they did at the party were all for show.

Marcus had showered first after they returned to their room. Meanwhile, Erin wanted to check if they got all the information they needed; the download had been cut short. Upon examination, she discovered they were only able to get about three quarters of the data, which means they’d have to go back and get the last quarter.

It was only after a quick debrief that she finally went to wash up for the night. She gave Marcus a kiss as he passed by, telling him to get some rest. The past few hours had been eventful, and it would only get busier as the wedding approached.

Later, a low moan echoed from the shower, making Marcus sit up. He could hear the rush of water as Erin washed off the day’s sunscreen and makeup. So what was that sound?

He stood from his seat and walked a few paces closer to the shower, straining to discern where the sound came from. It grew fainter as it continued, so breathy he could barely hear it.

What if she was hurt?

The thought of her being hurt spurred him to step in front of the shower, not even realizing what he’d done until the image registered in his mind.

Erin was leaned up against the marble wall of the shower, skin shining and eyes closed. Moans left her lips as her fingers circled her clit. A louder cry escaped as she slipped in a couple fingers, pumping them in and out of her needy cunt.

Marcus gulped and hid behind the wall–she was definitely not hurt. Quite the opposite, in fact. His cock was already rock hard, straining against his pants. A groan escaped him as he gripped his shaft through the fabric.

It was wrong, he knew that. They hadn’t reached that stage of their relationship yet, and he hated that he’d reacted so quickly. Their first time needed to be perfect, not some quick fuck during an op. But the image of her fucking her pussy was engrained into his mind.

Her pussy was swollen and dripping with cream as she circled her pearl, the hair on her mound trimmed neatly. The curve of her hips tapered into her waist, guiding his eyes up to her breasts. Fuck, her tits were gorgeous. Marcus gasped as his cock twitched, a damp circle growing in the fabric of his pants.

Her tits were just as beautiful as he remembered, full and round. Even back then, it had taken all his willpower to not suck her tits; now, it was even more difficult. Thinking back to the beach weekend they shared years ago, he wondered how he resisted.

“Oh fuck,” Erin moaned. Her other hand groped and squeezed her tits. She imagined the hands weren’t hers, but Marcus’s. Those big, warm hands had felt amazing against her skin, and she was lucky that her dress was long. After their little...session, she’d been dripping down her thighs. More than once, she considered dismissing herself to the bathroom for relief. But if the tight coil in her belly was any indication, it was good that she didn’t. Weeks of edging meant she was going to come hard, harder than she ever had before. The only question was: when?

A voice in the back of his mind told him to join her in the shower and help her reach her peak, but he stopped himself. He couldn’t do that to her. It wasn’t the right time.

The mattress molded to his body as he settled in on his side of the bed. His heart beat rapidly in his chest as he realized he was going to be sharing a bed with Erin. With the love of his life.

His cock lay thick and heavy under his pajama pants, showing no signs of becoming less obvious. The thought of Erin catching him made his cock twitch, the ache of arousal making every movement unbearable. He needed to take care of himself fast, not that it would be difficult with what he’d just seen.

The slow drip of her cream was burned into his mind. Although her fingers had spread it all over her pussy and inner thighs, it continued to seep out. He wondered what she would look like if it was his cum, his seed deep inside her.

“Fuck.” He just pulled out his cock when the shower shut off, the rustle of a towel reaching his ears. Absentmindedly, his hand moved up and down his shaft, squeezing the hot flesh to mimic the tight walls of her cunt. Precum dripped from the tip, pooling on his stomach. Marcus scooped it up with a finger and popped the sweet substance into his mouth. His eyes widened as footsteps approached the main room.

Quickly, he covered himself with the blanket and turned to his side, only realizing after she entered the room that he forgot to tuck himself back into his pants. The thin blanket did nothing to hide it, the hard length visible to anyone who looked at him.

The burn of Erin’s gaze as it traced the swell of the blanket made his balls tighten in anticipation, though he knew he wouldn’t be getting anywhere that night.

Smirking slightly, Erin wordlessly walked to her luggage and dropped the towel to the floor. Her tanned skin glowed in the light. Marcus’s mouth went dry as she bent over to pick out some nightclothes, the lips of her pussy peeking out between her thighs. Fuck, her ass was beautiful, too–

Almost as if he weren’t there, she turned around with a small lacy camisole, the fabric mostly translucent. She slipped it over her head, the lace stretching over her breasts. Then, she slipped on a pair of sleep shorts, forgoing any panties. He nearly choked on air as she pulled them up higher, her lower lips emphasized by the tight fabric.

He watched as she dried her hair, admiring her figure. How was he going to fall asleep when she looked like that? Just the sight of her was almost enough to make him cum, his cock twitching under the blanket.

Then,  she snuggled up against him after climbing under the covers, her back to his chest. She grabbed his arm and guided it around her waist. The position made sure they were pressed against each other; she had to have felt his erection against her ass, but she didn’t seem to mind.

Marcus sighed and nuzzled her neck. “Goodnight, honey.”

She hummed tiredly. “Goodnight, my love.”

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Fuck, she was so tight.

Erin moaned as Marcus’s hands trailed down her wet body, holding her against his chest as he fucked into her. Her walls clenched and sucked his cock as deep as possible, not that she could tighten much more. The girth of his cock was nearly too much for her to take.

He groaned as his cock grew slick with her juices. “You’re so fucking tight, honey…. Feels like you’re milking my cock.”

She whined, “I want to milk your cock, Marcus. I want every drop inside of me. Please don’t stop, I’m so close!”

The sound of their skin slapping together echoed in the shower, along with their guttural groans.

Looking down, he almost came right then and there. Her ass bounced deliciously for every thrust, the flesh supple and round.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum!” she cried out. She grabbed his wrist and brought it down to her clit, begging him to rub it. “Please make me cum, I need it so bad. Please, I want to milk your cock.”

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he grit out, circling her clit. His thrusts were unrelenting even as his own orgasm approached at light speed. “Cum for me, honey. Fuck, cum for–”

He woke with a sharp gasp, burying his face in her neck as he came. Shudders wracked his body as his cock shot rope after rope into his pants. It was the most he’d come in a long time, his hot seed completely coating his length. His cock was nestled between her ass cheeks. He hoped she wouldn’t wake up.

But when he tried to move his arm from her waist, she held him in place.

Her hips ground against his hand as she seemingly tried to relieve herself, the slick juices from her pussy pooling in his palm. Every circle of her hips dipped his fingers into her cunt, which fluttered at his touch.

Erin moaned softly as she grew closer to ecstasy, the combination of his hand and his rock hard cock almost too much. A familiar pressure deep inside of her swelled, the same one that had teased her in the shower. The same one that had soaked her mirror, drenched her toy in juices. The same one that weakened her legs, turned her into jelly.

Kissing her shoulder softly, Marcus showed his hand to a stop right as she was about to come. She couldn’t come—not yet. The mere touch of his fingers wouldn’t satisfy her, and he wanted to take care of her properly. He wanted to give her hours of love and ecstasy.

That morning, Erin woke to an ache between her legs, her pussy still swollen from arousal. She let out a soft groan in disappointment as she felt the dampness in her shorts; had she come? Why else would her cunt be fluttering around nothing?

She moaned as she slipped a single finger into her folds. Just the small insertion was enough to make her clench tightly. Rivulets of her arousal ran down her thighs as she pulled out the silver vibrating plug from her luggage.

Sighing as it filled her, she turned it on. The familiar vibrations made her moan out.

It was going to be a long day.

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The Dawn Will Come [Chpt.5]

Fandom: Fire Emblem Three Houses

Pairing: Dimitri x Reader, Claude x Reader, Edelgard x Reader, Yuri x Reader, Edelgard x Byleth, lots of minor pairings

Tags: #gn reader, # platonic love byleth & reader, #reader is a tactical unit, #angst, #slow burn, #subplots, #unreliable narrator, #pining, #remporary amnesia, #reluctant herp, #canon divergence, #lost twin au, #many chapters, #original content

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Summary: Waking up in a forest without any knowledge of your past and who you are, you join the house leaders of the Officers Academy to search for a way to return your memories. Unfortunately, the church has different plans for you, and Fate places you in the centre of a cruel game with deadly stakes. It certainly doesn’t help to fall in love with a house leader who is doomed to be your demise.

Notes: Chapter 4 | Chapter 6

Chapter 05: Born to Trouble

Man is born to trouble as the sparks fly upward.

[Hiob 5:7]

    A breeze picks up loose leaves and carries them over a steep hill. The sun, directly above your heads, emits no blazing head and still, wearing light armour and carrying weapons leaves a layer of perspiration on your forehead. Every minute marching towards where the Eagle House students and their astute professor are waiting builds worry and the desire to turn around and put as much distance as possible between you and them but the rope tying you to the task called obligation makes it impossible to sate it.

    A slight pull makes you pause and scratch the thin skin under your eye, the feeling so strange as if someone is tugging your mind in the complete opposite direction. Now that is a new sensation, and you’re careful to remember that when answering the onslaught of questions Hanneman will surely prepare once he’s back. Feeling no pain, you write it off as exhaustion for now, already looking forward to relax in the sauna later and wind down.

    “Is something the matter, Herald?” Dimitri asks. Save for a few scratches and a smudged cheek, he looks fine and appears to be in great spirits. You want to lick your thumb and wipe off the dirt but smearing spit on the heir of a kingdom might not be a great idea in front of his future subjects.

    “Everything is fine,” you, the Liar, say with as much conviction as your conscience allows, which is surprisingly easy. Maybe you were a performer before your amnesia, acting on a stage for an audience that celebrated you switching roles with an ease like changing clothes. Dimitri as well trusts your words, though he could as well be playing the role just to lessen your worry.

    The last possibility to stall the unavoidable confrontation vanishes. They are waiting for you near the stronghold just beyond the forest from which you emerge after another painful, tense march. The remaining Black Eagle students are positioned in a triangle around Byleth. At its tip stands Edelgard, strong and tall, her axe ready to strike whoever stands between her and victory. Flanking her are ever-brooding Hubert and—

    “Linhardt?” you gasp, freezing on the spot which makes everyone sticking to your heels walk right into you. Sylvain only saves himself from falling because he quickly holds onto Dedue who tolerates it like a friendly bear allowing a little bird to sit on his back.

    “Is he doing something?” he asks, tiptoeing to get a better look. “What’s going on?”

    You point a finger at the Black Eagle student. “No one told me it was allowed to bring students back from the sidelines.”

    “Because it isn’t,” Dimitri says, patiently pulling a twig out of his hair. “Those who have lost cannot re-enter the mock battle.”

    You stare at everyone separately, hoping it carries enough weight for them to understand your problem—rather why is no one questioning the obvious? They consider you with as much confusion though, at least something you have in common.

    “Then why is Linhardt participating again?”

    They share worried glances.

    “Herald, what are you talking about?” asks Dimitri with a crease between his eyebrows.

    It is enough to make your next protest come out more desperate. “An hour ago, Felix and I dealt with Ferdinand and Linhardt. I told you!”

    “But—” Sylvain’s face goes blank with surprise. “Didn’t you say you guys got Ferdinand and Dorothea?”

    “Dorothea?” You didn’t even know she participated. “No, I swear, we— Why would I claim something different?” They lack the answer to that just as you and any minute pondering it longer is stolen by a vicious MiasmaΔ that splits a tree behind you in two.

    “Hey!” Sylvain shakes a fist at Hubert. “Use magic only in moderation!”

    His answer is another MiasmaΔ that nearly knocks Sylvain off his feet. Before you can form words, Edelgard takes a swing at you. The hit would have undoubtedly leave you with a concussion were it not for Dimitri’s quick intervention. He deflects her blow though his lance gives a worrying crack.

    “Dimitri.” Edelgard’s smile doesn’t reach her eyes. “It’s time. We can finally settle the question of who’s stronger.”

    “Very well.” Dimitri’s stance doesn’t falter even as sweat gathers at his temples. “I accept your challenge. With you as my opponent, I won’t hold anything back.”

    Edelgard’s mouth twitches. Dimitri demands with a sharp jut of his chin for you to get out of the way. You don’t argue. Not with the rest from the Eagle house approaching. Dedue, reading your mind, or rather the frantic look in your eyes, charges towards Byleth, leaving Linhardt and Hubert to Sylvain and you.

    You focus on Linhardt, mouth burning to question, “What spell did you use to switch places with Dorothea?”

    He is so baffled by that, you move without thinking—a swift strike, the sword turned midway so the blunt end smashes into his nose. He stumbles back with a sharp cry, a hand flying up to stop the blood running in rivers down his uniform. There is no time feeling bad for catching him off guard like that. A picture flashes before your eyes. You throw yourself to the ground and feel the lance swipe over your head not a second too soon. You roll back up on your feet, glaring at Hubert. He simply raises a brow in challenge. Sure, you accept, fully aware there is only one way to win against him.

    “Edelgard!” you gasp in horror. Hubert’s head twitches but he doesn’t fall for your scheme.

    “Really, Herald? I know Her Highness can take care of herself. You need a better trick than that.”

    “Really? Then how about this trick?”

    This time, Hubert whirls around and is greeted by Sylvain’s fist to his jaw. Combined with your MiasmaΔ, he doesn’t stand a chance. That victory is only short lived though. Out of nowhere, Byleth appears and knocks Sylvain out, not batting an eyelash. She towers like a vengeful spirit, arriving to seek retribution. Trying to move around her, you don’t leave her out of sight for once, your mouth dry and your heart beating so fast your ribcage hurts. The tension is thick enough your swords could cut right through it. It is so tense, in fact, you only manage a dry, “Hey.”

    Byleth raises her sword. “Hello.”

    “Great day to … you know.” You mirror her movement. “Clobber each other with wooden swords.”

    “Less talking, more fighting.” Byleth charges.

    You turn and run away.

    She immediately pursues like a wolf chasing after a deer. If you weren’t so focused on moving your legs as if your life depended on it and not tripping over something, you could swear someone from the sidelines is cheering for you. Someone sounding like Claude.

    “Herald, try a surprise attack! She’ll never expect you to stop and swing your sword at her!”

    No, no, no, he can come down here himself if he has a death wish. But another chance emerges before you, one waiting in the lush thicket that you disappear into in hope to lose her. That hope is quickly vanquished when twigs and dry leaves break right behind you shortly after you breach the edge of the forest. In your panic, you grab onto a branch and pull it with you until you’re sure the blow will at least make Byleth stagger to catch her breath. When you let go, she already knows what you’re up to. With a vicious blow, she breaks the branch and throws her sword at you when you try to run past her back to the field. The pain is unlike anything you’ve felt during training. It brings you to your knees, the stronghold in sight and yet so far away from the forest’s borders. The impact knocks all breath out of your lungs, making you unable to call out for help.

    Byleth stands before you, her sword back in her hand and risen to deliver righteous punishment—until it isn’t Byleth, it is a man, but you can’t see his face, his features hidden by dark shadows.

    Don’t, you think but your mouth forms “You don’t have it in you” instead and before you know it, you speak those words out loud. The picture disappears in a flash so bright, a paper bursting into flames, pain explodes in your head before everything zooms back into painfully sharp focus.

    Something changes in Byleth’s eyes, her hesitation a surprise immediately costing her gravely for Dimitri appears by your side, facing her and a desperate sound of relief escapes you because that means Edelgard is out of the game. It is only a battle of stamina at this point, the battle blurring as you stumble to your feet and help Dimitri to overpower Byleth even though your back is a medley of pain. Judging from how her reacting slower, you get a picture of who from the Black Eagles was fighting the most up until this point.

    Everything happens too fast. It takes one turn, one swipe of Dimitri’s lance, incredible luck that Byleth starts to get exhausted, and a second later, her knee gives in and she’s on the ground, a wooden edge to her throat. The silence is only disturbed by the second roar of trumpets signalling the end of the mock battle.

    You gasp.

    Dimitri gasps.

    Byleth blows a strand of hair out of her face, her face a blank slate.

    Screams and shouts erupt from where everyone else is waiting for you, drowning Jeralt declaring the Blue Lion’s win.

    “Herald.” Dimitri’s smile dazzles you more than the sun’s light, radiant and handsome. “We did it. We did it thanks to you.”

    “No, it was you—” A wave of fatigue washes over you from overusing your power. Exhaustion smothers you, so suddenly that your vision blurs around the edges. Your limbs are leaden; you feel as though you are sinking into mud. Before you hit the ground, Dimitri catches your arm and steadies you.

    It is the unpredictable comedic sort of timing were the cosmos decides it is the right timing for the rest of the students to catch up.

    Sylvain lets out a loud, suggestive whistle, appearing way too chipper for someone just brought back to consciousness thanks to white magic. “Who knew His Highness would decide to court someone wide out in the open like that? Did you invite our dear Herald to dinner first?”

    Ingrid pushes him hard. “His Highness isn’t like you,” she says at the same time Dimitri asks, “But I do plan to invite our Herald to dinner.” All eyes are on him. It is suddenly really hot even though his gauntlets around your arm are cold. “We all are invited to celebrate our victory with a feast in the dining hall.”

    “Aww, goddess help him,” Sylvain sighs, looking like he’s about to facepalm his hand through his forehead.

    Any response on your part is delayed by Rhea and Seteth reaching your group after congratulating each student who participated on their work.

    “Congratulations on winning the mock battle, Herald,” Rhea says, looking incredibly pleased. From the very beginning she’s probably expected nothing less and you wonder if her smile were as content had you failed. “You showed great leadership and trust in your students, who all did exceptionally well.” She’s smiling at every one of them like a proud mother. It leaves a warm, fuzzy feeling inside your chest, her contentment a beacon that banishes the last shadows of doubt in your heart. You could get addicted to this feeling.

    “Now, please return to the monastery,” Seteth advises the students. “We have a few matters to discuss with the faculty members.”

    As the students disperse, Dimitri quickly ducks his head in your direction. “We will speak more later.” He trails after his friends, falling into step with Dedue.

    “Look at them, being so excited. How adorable.” Manuela smiles, not showing any signs of anger about losing the fight or exhaustion flicking the students back together. “Good job leading them, Herald.”

    “And yet, I must advise you to participate more actively in the battle itself next time.” Seteth crosses his arms in front of his broad chest, not sharing Rhea’s idea on how a good job looks. “Professor Byleth showed great assistance and fighting spirit. You would do well to learn from her.”

    Byleth gives a little shrug when you glance at her. She doesn’t seem to care much for that.

    “Don’t be so stern, Seteth,” Rhea chastises him fondly. “There is still so much room to grow for all of them, our dear Herald, Professor Byleth and the students. For now, let us return and allow them a moment of respite. Their first real mission awaits them at the end of next month.”

    Seteth pulls a face as if he bit into a lemon but doesn’t object.

    “I have one concern myself,” you quickly throw in before tracking back, wondering how no one else mentions it. “When Linhardt and Dorothea—”

    “I would like a word,” Byleth suddenly says, grasping your wrist lightly in such an easy, familiar way you immediately shut up. They leave you two to it as you follow them a couple hundred feet behind, both silent though the voice in your mind doesn’t shut up about the dozen of questions bouncing back and forth. After what feels like hours, Byleth finally says, “You noticed it, didn’t you?”

    You stare at the road, a yawning void in your head where just a second ago a cacophony of questions caused a headache, unable to put two and two together. When it finally clicks, you wipe your head so fast in her direction it pops in your neck. “It was you? How did you do it?”

    Byleth doesn’t answer immediately. Her gaze drifts over the treetops, calmly swaying from left to right. The battle has concluded half an hour ago, but it already feels like a lifetime has passed and the peace and quiet of nature around you is like a completely different world. The land surrounding the monastery is exceptionally beautiful, luscious and overgrown with flora that covers the ground in a colourful patchwork rug. How the rest of Fódlan must look like…

    “When we first met, you asked how I could trust you. It will sound strange but you and I, we are connected.” She’s still looking up ahead, now at the towering spires of the monastery piercing the sky.

    Your mouth is dry. “Connected how?”

    She stops now. When she turns and looks at you, again the thread that ties you two together strums in an ancient tune. You stop breathing for that second.

    “You control the flow of the future, and I control the flow of the past.”

    You still don’t understand. Byleth reads as much from your lack of response. “What I mean to say is, I rewind time. When you defeated Linhardt, I turned back time’s hands to have Dorothea walk his path instead to keep my healer. I just never expected anyone would notice. And no one did. Except you.”

    It’s like those words don’t reach you. They recoil from a waterfall that rushes through your ears, distorting the words. When your brain finally finishes freaking out about it, only one thing appears of importance. “You cheated!”

    Byleth wears an expression that clearly states, That’s rich coming from you.

    “I— That—” How can she remain so calm? This information tilts your world, turning every hour you spent lying awake at night in your chambers wondering if you’re the only one with a power like that into a painful memory. “Does that mean you have a Crest as well? If our powers are alike, surely there must be an answer to why we have it. If we talk to Hanneman about it—”

    “You won’t,” Byleth cuts you off, her tone as sharp as her sword. “You will share no word with anyone about what I just revealed, or I will strike you down.”

    The wind picks up, flickering your robes left and right and rocking trees that bow in humility to a force much greater than them—a feeling you can relate to. Cold sweat runs down the back of your neck. This isn’t a threat. It’s a promise.

    “You spend too much time with Hubert,” you manage with a trembling smile only held together when the tension dissipates from Byleth’s face.

    “Professor Hanneman is still studying my Crest,” she says, a tinge of sorrow in her voice that strikes you harder than any danger or threat, “but I can assure you my abilities are not tied to it. I’m sorry.”

    She must have felt what you so desperately wished for: a connection. The assurance that you are not alone in this world with this strange power.

    It makes the way back to the monastery like a march through mud, laden limbs walking towards a goal you don’t know will be worth all the exertion. When the silence becomes too unbearable, you build up the courage to ask, “What are we, Byleth?”

    She drops her gaze to the ground. It is the very first time you see uncertainty hover like a shadow over her face. “I wish I could tell you, but I don’t know.”

    The sky turns an orange canvas when you finally return to the monastery. The last villagers from the small town downhill start returning home, their tools laid to rest inside their carriages. You can’t wait to sink into a nice hot bath, washing away the dried sweat and grime from the battle and change into loose, comfortable evening robes. You don’t come further than past the entrance hall. Leaning against a high pillar, Dimitri is adjusting the loops on his gauntlets, blond strands falling into his face like golden strips of sunshine. Before you reach him, Byleth says with a light touch to your elbow, “Please see Professor Manuela about your wound, okay? You did great today.” You promise her you will and watch her until she disappears through a hall leading to her personal quarters.

    With your attention on him, Dimitri looks up and stands straighter. He grins at you, his smile sudden and jarring like a thunderclap.

    “I have been waiting for you, Herald,” he says and takes you by the wrist. The cold of his gauntlets bites at your skin, making you hiss. His hand immediately drops, and he turns around in panic. “Oh, apologies. It is difficult to control my strength sometimes and—”

    “No, no, that’s not it. I was just a little surprised.”

    He sighs in relief. “Still, I am sorry. I will try to refrain from doing that in the future.”

    “Dimitri.” You graze his clothed underarm with a finger, unsure if that was a wise decision when his eyes widen in surprise. How is it you only notice now how long his eyelashes are? “I think we have seen today I am not that fragile.”

    His eyes jump away, avoiding contact, the blush creeping up his neck clearly standing out against his pale skin. He clears his throat. “I just wanted to make sure you will join us for dinner. I was not joking earlier when I said we should all celebrate our victory.”

    “Are you guys sure? I’m not your teacher and in the end, I didn’t do all too much.”

    Dimitri shakes his head. “Nonsense. You fought with us and led us to victory. We would love to celebrate with you, and while you won’t be with us all the time, I’d love nothing more than to share our happiness with you. Joy can be so fleeting, after all, and I’m sure the rest of the class feels the very same.”

    “If it really is okay with you all…” You glimpse over at him. Why not. Why not enjoy some leisure time with the students. You could surely use it to get to know them better and distract your thoughts from Byleth’s revelation. “Just give me some time to get ready. I’ll see you in the dining hall.”

    “Actually, please come to our classroom,” Dimitri says. “I don’t know how Sylvain managed it, but the kitchen’s head lady allowed us to dine in the classroom.”

    Your brows fly to your hairline. Dimitri answers with a little, low chuckle. You both have a pretty good idea how he managed to pull that stunt.

    Back in your quarters, you wash away the dirt and pick a simple robe the colour of freshly pressed parchment. The water’s heat renders today’s injuries to a dull pain save for the scrapes on your knees that still burn but are clean now. Hunger quickly catches up as well, dispersing your last doubts of intruding the class’ celebration. After leaving your room, you stop by the infirmary where Manuela makes quick work of your remaining wounds with her magic, turning purple bruises into faded yellow spots you immediately forget once you step out and head to your destination.

    The tables are already laid, arranged into a formation that resembles a circle allowing conversations to flow easily. You expected them to be already stuffing their faces but when you step into the Blue Lion’s classroom, the only source of light is a dim candle flickering in the middle of some students huddled together. Only Mercedes’ soft voice is audible, not counting the little whimpers from Annette or Ashe shuffling as he tries to hide behind Dimitri who appears to be the only one invested in her story.

    “… no one knows how deep the tunnels underneath the monastery run. But once they reach where walls are built from skulls and bones, they turn and go back … or try to do so, for who knows what horror lurks behind every corner.”

    “Nooooooo,” Annette cries, clutching to Dimitri’s sleeve. “Why would anyone go somewhere like that?”

    “A-and who built it in the first place? Tunnels lined with bones…” Ashe shudders, still looking smaller than Dimitri even though he is the one sitting.

    “A fascinating idea.” Dimitri’s excitement, bright as a spark, doesn’t bounce over to his friends. “To imagine there could be a whole civilisation living right in plain sight like that.”

    “I can’t imagine we wouldn’t notice,” Ashe reasons. His conviction would be more credible, would he not still cling to a white tail of Dimitri’s shirt. Before you can join and see if you would fare better listening to stories about haunted and forgotten places, Sylvain steals past you, his voice making you jump. “Shouldn’t you guys be finished by now?”

    Seeing your sour expression, he simply winks and hurries inside, carrying a big steaming pot. Followed by the rest of the Lions, they carry plates with dried meat, slices of bread, vegetables and cheese, and place them on the tables for everyone to just pick whatever they want. With a flick of your wrist flames flicker to life inside both fireplaces and the candles on top of the chandelier above your heads. Everyone hurries to find a seat. The students have all changed out of their battle garments into the academy’s summer uniform, its fabric much lighter than the heavy embroidered regular uniform they wore upon your first meeting.

    “My dear friends.” Dimitri raises a cup, holding the thin stem between slender fingers. It would look more elegant were its contents not simply orange juice. “To our victory today and many more to follow.”

    They raise their cups to toast except for Felix who knocks his drink back as if it were strong liquor he desperately needed to sit through this evening gathering. He doesn’t look as pale as before. A quick check up by Manuela after the battle affirmed that he was alright and simply fatigued from countless sleepless nights spent at the Training Grounds.

    The other participants don’t look too bad either. Bruises that vividly blossomed hours ago have faded, swollen purple eyes already start to heal—all certainly thanks to Manuela’s quick work. Sylvain surely won’t be as successful chasing girls with a shiner that makes the prettiest violet jealous of his colour and Dimitri tries to hide it but you don’t miss him tensing from time to time or moving his hand towards his side; probably a bruised rib he doesn’t want anyone to know. He catches your stare and offers a slight, boyish grin under half-closed eyes that only whispers of a shared secret only meant for you two. It does a funny thing to your stomach, a flip or drop, a light twist like missing a step and the fear of falling only to meet solid ground a split second later. You quickly look away and focus on spreading curd on a loaf of bread, not trying to think too much about how the muscles strained under his clothes wielding his lance or the fierce determination colouring his eyes a shade brighter when victory is in palpable proximity.

    You feel a piercing gaze, hot like a solid touch on your skin. Quickly whipping your head around, you catch Felix’s glare from across the room, completely ignoring whatever Sylvain is telling him. It leaves you completely tense for the rest of the dinner, wondering what his problem is and why he is so hostile towards Dimitri specifically. You’ve heard from some students who have walked into an argument those two had, something about a massacre two years ago but details, as is their nature, grow hazy over time and distort until they evolve into something completely different and unrecognisable.

    Felix holds your gaze for a long second, and it is only later after you all clean the classroom from your festivities and decide to retire to bed that you catch him by himself. The monastery at night is a desolate, lonely place save for a couple stray souls wandering about, either on their way to their chamber or out for a quick, last evening prayer inside the chapel. Felix’s destination is none of those as he strides towards the Training Grounds and you call out to him. He slows but doesn’t stop his step until you catch up. “You’re on your way to training, right? Shouldn’t you call it a day? Especially after what happened—”

    “I’ve got no time sitting around and making smalltalk,” Felix snaps, and a month ago you would have thought he aimed his anger towards you but recently you’ve discovered he’s towards the whole world—always glaring, always hissing like a cornered, wounded animal. “There are more important matters like growing stronger—”

    “And suffering from overexertion, I suppose.”

    Felix pulls a grimace. “It was a mistake I don’t intend to repeat. You saw Professor Byleth’s strength. It took two of you to win, and even then, it was mostly luck. I just want to try out some moves Professor Byleth exerted today so I can surpass her strength next time I challenger her.”

    “Why is it that you seek to fight so much?” you ask, deciding forwardness to be a better approach than idle chatter with a person like Felix. He doesn’t give immediate response, not because he ignores you, as is your first assumption, but because he gives it some thought.

    “Why, hm… I learnt to thrust a sword before I learnt to write my name. This is how it is for all children in my country, the perfect environment where I could live free of stodgy values and virtues. Grow strong so you may live, and live to grow stronger. That’s what I was taught.”

    It is no secret Faerghus is the land of knights and chivalry, and still it is hard to imagine a small version of Felix wielding a sword even before he learnt how to use a quill, scraped knees instead of black inked fingertips. What a strange world.

    “As long as you don’t forget to take a break should it get too much. Everyone was worried today.”

    “Everyone should mind their own business. I’m not their problem, and they aren’t mine.”

    You’re too tired to argue relationships don’t work like that, any minute longer on your feet and they’ll simply give out. Wishing Felix a goodnight, you turn towards the chapel but don’t get very far.

    “Herald.” Felix is halfway through the door. “Let me give you one advice.”

    “That is?”

    “Don’t get too close to that damn boar.”

    You’re about to ask what he’s talking about, but he continues, “Beneath all that princely polish, he’s an animal, nothing more. He’s strong and skilled, sure. But don’t place your trust in him as a human being. Take care he doesn’t chew you up and spit you out.”

    Not waiting for a response, Felix moves on, leaving you with more questions than answers. Every creature with two eyes can see hostility between Dimitri and Felix crackling like lightning about to strike the ground and burn down forests and villages. But to go this far and say these words about his future king … Words that couldn’t be more contrary to the impression he’s left on you.

    Whatever Felix wanted to accomplish, his words succeed to remain in your head the whole night, driving off any sleep you direly needed after that day. But even without that, your mind is occupied with questions. It is like stumbling into a spider web, sticky tangles everywhere with no way out.

    Who is that man you remembered? It was such a brief, yet striking memory, of what moment you cannot recall. His hostility was evident in his stance, sharp sword high up to drive down with enough force to cut your head from your shoulders. And yet here you are.

    And your words, You don’t have it in you. If you were familiar enough with that person to know this, who was he to you, and what had stopped him? Did he have a change of heart and instead used the blunt end, giving you a concussion and amnesia instead? Where is he now? And would he return to finish his work?

    Since that day, you look out for anyone fitting that built: tall and lean, visible even through robes with a design completely different from anything you’ve seen around the monastery. Asking Rhea or Seteth could be an option, but strangely enough, you don’t want to reveal it to anyone yet, not until you’ve found an answer yourself first.

    That is how your first moon at the monastery passes. Now there are more questions than before, more secrets to carry with no clear goal in sight. Lessons continue, you attend seminars and life unfolds in Garreg Mach, surprising you how easy it is growing accustomed and familiar with the place and its people—some more so than others.

    Byleth still invites you to her obligatory weekend-tea time sessions, rarely accepting no for an answer even though tea isn’t really what you consume to wind down. She’s acting like your talk after the mock battle has never happened and you do your best to mimic her even though you’d love nothing more than to see her power in battle. That opportunity shows at the end of the following month when Byleth and her class are tasked to deal with bandits the knights cornered in Zanado, the Red Canyon, but Rhea has different plans and instead sends you with the Golden Deer House to the village at the foot of the mountain to help clear debris a flooding left on one of the main roads leading to Alliance territory. It takes two days until the stench from the muddy riverbank is completely washed out of your hair.

    There is still no sight of the man from your memory, even though word about the Herald’s return has reached every corner of Fódlan by now. It makes you wonder if it’s less a matter of if and rather when he sets food inside the monastery. No additional memory has resurfaced, no sudden epiphany provides explanation and you doubt that will change even though Seteth drags you inside the chapel to pray for the goddess’ help whenever his time allows. Mostly, you use those occasions to ask her to make Raphael and Ingrid leave some Nirvana Cake for you.

    Then there is your other little secret of course. After another month of waking to an indistinguishable voice calling out to you every once in a while, you’ve grown used to it, finding a strange comfort in someone or something looking over you. Maybe it is the goddess. Maybe she is trying to reach out to tell you something important, to give divine insight and reach out to her followers. You just hope once she comes through to you, her words won’t proclaim hardships and sorrow.

[inks-books]

First and Last Line Tag

I was tagged by @emelkae

First Line of Love Triangle Gone Wrong

“Do you believe in love at first sight?”

The pretty blonde girl sitting at the counter in front of Ethan fluttered her eyelashes at him in a flirtatious way. She was shapely, had perfectly manicured nails, and the sweater she was wearing clung to her in a very nice way that accentuated her breasts. Ethan could appreciate that much. In fact, a week ago he would have jumped all over that invitation in a heartbeat. Probably with a line like ‘I didn’t until I saw you’ or ‘I think I might have just become a believer’. But right now, his eyes drifted over to the redhead in the corner of the cafe as he sighed with great tragedy.

“No,” he murmured sullenly, looking back down at the bar he was wiping down and continued his chore.

Last Line Written

"You're like a golden retriever instead of a werecat, I swear," Ethan laughed.

"Shut! Up!" Harper bristled. "I am not a golden retriever."

"Who's a golden retriever?"

They looked up to see Ethan's dad on the porch, sitting in his wheelchair and enjoying his afternoon coffee. The man was broad, had graying hair at his temples that fell past his shoulders. It was much longer than Ethan's but a little more coarse and never pulled back into a braid if he could help it. Said it gave him headaches. In reality, Ethan knew his dad just hated the upkeep a constant braid took. Letting his hair fly free was much more relaxing for him.

"Harper," Ethan answered.

"Am not!" Harper yelped.

Ethan's dad laughed. "Then stop yelpin' like one!"

[ashley-jones]

Lover of Flower Blooms

Chapter 2

Flower Blossom

Warnings: Sexual contact, swearing, blood, murder, enemies to lovers, love triangle, assassinations, mention of sex work

Entering the village was a bit annoying, a woman of young standards and one of kings top guards entering a lowly village is never easy. But no one approached considering the blades sitting at Esji's side. Ordering a room wasn't difficult, the owner had been very nice and gave off more information on the assassin coming after the winter girl.

"Milady.. You say you are from the Northern Mountains correct?" the owner quickly questioned. Frost turned looking at the older male. "Yes, I lived in an old guy at the very top." she softly spoke. "I've heard only rumours of a snow princess born of ice.. Is that you milady..?" he whispered. She smiled shaking her head. "No.. I am no princess.." she softly replied. She bowed her head then followed after Esji to their room.

Pulling off her kimono cover neatly folding it and setting it on the floor. The room was nice and sized perfectly for up to 4 people. The candles created a beautiful aroma. Esji opened the window bay, her head quickly perking up smelling something sweet. She quickly turned towards her bag pulling out a small red bag of coins. "Ah.. I'll be back!" she quickly said. Leaving the room she followed the sweet sent, hearing the confused sound from the captain.

Walking up to a stand she smiled at the owner who was an older woman. "These smell incredible." she softly spoke. The woman smiled softly handing the 18 year old one of the treats, in which Frost handed her 2 coins, bowing her head and then walking out of the line. "Frost correct?" came a deep voice. The girl looked up quickly towards a tall male dressed a black kimono. "Do I know you?" she questioned. "I know you but it doesn't seem you know me." he spoke.

After finishing the small treat she chased after the mysterious man. "Oi! How do you know me??" she called out. The man smiled stepping into a clearing, away from the villagers. "I knew your mother, I recognized your eyes." he softly spoke. "You knew my mother? What is your name?" she questioned. He looked away from her not saying anything. "You know my name so it would only be fair." she quickly spoke.

"My name is Hitomi, Hitomi Lin.. I'm your uncle. That man you are with is bad news Frost. I do fear for your well-being with him, I ask you to join me, I can take you back to the north. Your only freedom if i am correct." he spoke. He walked towards her placing a hand against her cheek, then trailed it down to her throat gently grasping it, lifting her head so she was looking directly at him.

On the side of the man's neck was the kings brand, her heart began pounding. She pushed him away and ran back to the village. Pushing the inns door over and quickly losing it shut, the owner quickly questioned her well-being but she didn't say anything but instead ran up the steps owning the room door and shutting it standing against it. Esji quickly looked up, standing from his kneeling position.

He went to walk out to check what she was running from but she grabbed him holding him still. She pulled him so he was in front of her keeping the man from seeing him. He stepped closer understanding what she was doing, her breath fanning across his collarbone.

"I'm looking for a girl with black hair and multicolored eyes, eyelashes as white as snow." Hitomi spoke. "What room is she in?" he growled. The owner said nothing and paid for it as a sword slashed his throat. Blood splashed across the walls and desk, the body slumping to the ground.

Esji pushed her into the wall, hand pulling her kimono apart causing her to gasp and attempt to push him away. But his hands forced her to the side looking directly at her. "I'm keeping him from this room." he whisper. A whimper left her throat, chin pressing into his shoulder allowing him to do what needed to be down.

She could feel something enter her causing a sharp whine to leave her, pained whines trained to moans as he pushed his hips into her, rasped groans leaving his throat. Her back arched into the curve of his arms, kimono falling to the floor, hair being pulled from his ties and flowing like a waterfall across her back. Pink lips parting in pleasure, moans leaving her like a symphony.

"Louder" he ordered. She obeyed, her moans growing louder as his hips moved quicker. He lifted her thigh resting it against his hip, hips rolling into her, bodies melting together perfectly.

"Louder" he growled. Her head fell back against the door, a loud moan leaving her as her stomach tightened, then exploded. He tripped her waist holding her close as he pushed himself against her cumming. She whimpered, legs folding beneath her which he caught holding her tightly to him. She wasn't a virgin, it having been stolen for her for a bag of coin.

"More.." he mumbled. She let out a confused sound before yelping as he pulled her to the cot, pushing her down and bending her over.

This continued on all night, by morning she was sore and uncounsious. She was covered in his white kimono covered, head laid on her crossed arms. The captain staring down at her bare back, hand trailing down her spine, pale skin glistening in the sunlight. "Do you know him?" She whispered. "He's the king right hand man.. That's why he's branded." he softly replied. "He said he was my uncle.. He knew my name, where I was born, and my mother.." she whispered. She sat up looking at him not caring if her bare body showed in plain sight. "He said he was worried about my well-being because I'm with you.. What does that mean?" she questioned.

"nothing but words." he spoke. She watched him lay down placing his arm over his eyes covering them from the sun. Slowly laying back down as well eyeing his swords closely then turned so her back was towards him.

'You must be strong my dear.. You are so much more than those around you. You are perfect darling.. You are powerful darling.. Always return to the snow, for it is your home..'

Frost sat up pushing the kimono from her skin grabbing her own and leaving the bathing area. Pulling her blade from it's cloth, eyes glinting brightly. "Uncle." she called out. The man looked up then back towards the female, quickly looking away noticing her lack of clothing. "You've come out of hiding have you?" he questioned. "Take me to Battosai." she ordered. "Little girl he is searching to kill you." he spoke. "I want to know why. And not from anyone else. From him." she growled.

"You are your mother's daughter.." he whispered.

Leaving a note for Esji she left dressed In a brand new red and black kimono, her blade by her side tucked into a Ruby obi. Her hair pinned into a high ponytail, winter eyes showing clearly, no longer covered by her hair.

"How did you hide so well?" Hitomi questioned. "He had his way with me.." she replied. The older male stopped in his tracks looking down at his niece with widened eyes. "I didn't really get a say.. He just undressed me and started, he said it was best so no one would enter because they would hear me.. So I went along with it." she whispered.

"Is Battosai as cruel as everyone says?" she changed the subject. "He is cruel when it comes to targets, but on the inside he is quite calm. I've learned through my years that he doesn't enjoy killing, but does it for his superiors.." her uncle spoke. "I hope he keeps me alive long enough to speak with him.." she whispered.

"Frost!" came Esji's voice. The captain ran after her glaring at her sharply than looked up at his superior glaring. His eyes than fell on the female.once more glaring. "Like hell I'm allowing you to go to the psycho! He'll kill you the second he sees you." he growls. "I need to speak with him.." she whispered. "And no one is going to stop me from doing so. He knows something that I don't, that no one else knows." she quickly said.

"I've been isolated my whole life, growing up heading how different and just how special I was, but never understanding what it meant. Over and over her last words echoed in my head saying I'm a powerful being, when I don't have damn clue what she spoke of! I've sold my body in hopes of answers... Ruined my own purity in hopes of just a clue.. But nothing. This assassin wants me dead, and I want to know why. No... I need to know why. And no one's stopping me from finding out." she ranted.

She backed up then turned and took off down the path ignoring the two men calling for her to come back.

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6 Years Ago

"Frost.. Frost where did you go darling?" a soft feminine voice spoke. "Right here mama." a 12 year old girl replied, smiling and running to her mother, snow filling her hair and frost covering pale skin. The older woman led the younger one inside brushing the snow off of her with a gentle smile.

"Frost.. your skin is ice cold darling, please sit in front of the fire.." her mother softly spoke. Frost smiled and slid over so she was kneeling in front of the fire, her mother beginning to braid the little ones head.

"You are so much more than anyone in the lands. You are the beauty of fallen snow and rising ice. Your eyes shine for the ocean as it slowly freezes over. Your power goes beyond all has ever seen, gods promising you a better and more experienced life. All that will meet you will love you my darling frost." she repeated.

The same words she always repeated as she did her hair, putting her to bed, walking around the hut, or just sitting and enjoying a meal. Those words where never truly understood by the little girl, but she listened anyway.

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Present

"she doesn't know what she is doing." Esji growled. "But she does. Frost is indeed a special girl, and yes she is the kings only daughter, a bastard child that knows nothing of her heritage. Battosai was hired to kill her without any proper information, meaning he won't kill her right away. He may not answer her questions, but he will allow her to ask them." Hitomi spoke.

"You had sex with my niece." the older male growled. The captain didn't reply to this, but instead kept his eyes forward in search of the snowy female. "We're heading into the northern area.." Hitomi spoke up.

Black haired flowed in the wind, her arm covering her eyes stopping the wind from gathering into her eyes. She stopped to pull her sleeves down to cover her hands, but a blade was pushed to her throat. Her back straightened, eyes widening, not even daring to swallow the air she was holding in her throat. "B-Battosai.." she stuttered. "Walk." he ordered. She obeyed begging her slow pace once more obeying his order.

[soobiniebaby]

Angels & Devils Part XVI : Time’s Up

Tomorrow x Together Fanfiction

~ p a r t s : main post || prologue || part 1 || part 2 || part 3 || part 4 || part 5 || part 6 || part 7 || part 8 || part 9 || part 10 || part 11 || part 12 || part 13 || part 14 || part 15 || part 16 || part 17 ~ p a i r i n g : love triangle involving choi soobin and choi yeonjun ~ g e n r e : high school au | some social media au | some fluff & angst | childhood friends | love triangle ~ l a n g u a g e : English ~ w a r n i n g : contains swearing, alcohol, kissing (?) and may contain mature themes (angst, etc.) ~ a / n : This will be my first fanfic (go easy on me pls) and i’m just writing this as I go along, so bear with me juseyo The setting (place/country) of the story is up to the reader’s interpretation ~ s u m m a r y : What should she choose? Han Baby: the new girl with a troubled past MO Academy: her new high school Choi Soobin: student council president, member of the Ecosave club, volunteer at the Humane Treatment of Animals, member of the Honor Society, a vocalist in the Jazzed club, the school’s all around golden boy Choi Yeonjun: leader of the Dance club, star of the Jazzed club, the school’s it boy with a bad rep 5 best friends, 1 new girl, 1 childhood friendship, 1 epic love triangle? What will this school year bring?

Yeonjun’s night wasn’t going so well.

All he wanted was to take his girlfriend to one of the biggest school dances of the year, to pick her up from apartment and have his breath taken away but how undoubtedly gorgeous she’d look, to hold her hand in the backseat of his car and maybe toast with a glass of white wine as his driver takes them to the dance, to take silly and sweet photographs as they enter the venue, to watch every guy’s drop as he walks in with her drop-dead gorgeous self into the hall, to hold her close and whisper sweet nothings in her ear while they slow dance under the twinkling lights and fall petals floating down, and to make it a night they’ll never forget as they make their way back to her place after the dance for their own private “afterparty.”

Yet, he found himself in a throng of kids around his age who he knew would be able to live as lavishly and extravagantly as they wanted to without having to work a single day in their lives, striving to make dull conversations about who threw the latest reckless parties and who hooked up with who and who did this that and so on and so forth. For a “business” party, and it was less on networking and more on gossiping and hooking up for these kids. When his father sprung his mandatory attendance at this event, Yeonjun had initially thought of asking B to come with him so that they’d at least be able to spend the evening together, whether it be at the Fall Ball or not, and he knew that her presence would make it so much more bearable. But as soon as he heard who was hosting the event, he knew inviting B would be a bad idea. Because the event was being hosted by none other than Kim Jisoo, successor to the biggest Technology Firm in the country.

And Yeonjun was quick to learn that wherever Kim Jisoo went, Park Rose was sure to follow.

And right on cue, he spots her.

Her long red hair fell down her shoulders like a velvet curtain, her figure flaunted by the blue slip dress that hung off her body elegantly. She spots him at the same time and gives him a wave. Again, he feels as if he were transported 2 years back to the past, feeling tongue-tied and breathless in her presence. He shakes it off before waving back to her, and she makes his way towards him.

“Hey babe, I wasn’t expecting to see you again so soon.” Rose says, instinctively leaning in to kiss his cheek.

“It’s a party hosted by Kim Jisoo, so my father forced me to come tonight. And I’m not your babe.” he says, though he makes no move to avoid her kiss on his cheek.

“Sorry, I guess it feels a bit weird seeing you again after we’ve broken up. It’s a habit, I guess.” she says, giggling. “Did you come here alone tonight? No friends? Where’s your girlfriend?”

“Yeah, my friends and girlfriend are actually at MO Academy for the Fall Ball. I’m actually gonna ditch this party as soon as I can then head on over to the school dance, but don’t tell Jisoo cause she might not let me go so easily.” he says, taking a sip out of the champagne in his glass.

“Ah, the Fall Ball. I remember how beautiful the last one was. Remember, they covered the whole dance floor with autumn leaves? Then I sprained my ankle when that song by Twice came on and I couldn’t help but dance along.” Rose laughs, fondly remembering the evening. “A swollen ankle wasn’t enough to spoil our little afterparty at The Eastwood though.” she says, referring to the hotel they had booked that night and the hours they spent tangled in the sheets.

“Yeah, I’m sure it’ll be even better this year since the guys and I are the student council leaders now.” Yeonjun says, brushing off her comments about the past.

Rose pouts. “Come on, lighten up Junnie! No need to pretend that you and I are strangers. We’re friends, right?”

Yeonjun raises a brow. “Yeah, sure, friends.” It was something he never thought of Rose as, but given their situation, it felt like an appropriate label. “As a friend, do you want to go around and do that thing we used to do at lame parties like these?” he says, another memory of them popping up.

Rose giggles, remembering how they used to go around the party, pick a couple or group to watch, and make up dialogue for them. It was a fun and entertaining way to get it through a night like this, surrounded by shallow and stuck up trust fund kids. “Ah, now that’s what a friend at a party like this is for.” she says, her eyes quickly scanning the room before landing on a group of people. “Okay, look over there, let’s call the man Mr. Bass, and let’s say he’s got his arm wrapped around his girlfriend yet he’s so obviously flirting with their companion Mr. Archibald…”

The rest of Yeonjun’s time at the party was spent that way, with him and Rose going around the room, people-watching, dialogue-making, story-telling, sipping on Chardonnay and laughing together just like the good old days. The best dialogue they made up was one between Rose’s own friend group, Jisoo, Jennie and Lisa, wherein the pair of them made up a story about how Jisoo and Lisa were trying to outshine each other for Jennie’s affection.

“Wow, Rose, I have to admit that when I stepped foot into this place, I never would have thought I’d actually have fun tonight.” Yeonjun says after they sneak away in a fit of giggles. “Our dialogues tonight weren’t the best, but I’ve gotta say, the one with Lisa, Jennie and Jisoo was genius. Is there any truth to it, or is it purely fiction?”

“Well I made up the scenario, but honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if a bit of it ended up being true.” Rose says, nursing the wine glass in her hand. “I have to say, I thought tonight would be just another night of me glued to the same 3 girls I’ve been stuck with the past year, so thank you. I had fun with you tonight.”

Yeonjun smiles at her. “Speaking of Jisoo, do you think it would be safe for me to leave now? The dance will be ending in about an hour, and I’d really like to catch at least a bit of it before the night ends.”

“Oh, you can’t just slip out cause that might get you on her bad side. You have to come and say goodbye to her, but don’t worry, I’ve got a fullproof plan to ensure that she’ll let you go.” Rose says, giving him a smile before taking a sip of wine.

“Follow my lead.” Rose whispers to Yeonjun, linking their arms together before approaching Jisoo, Jennie and Lisa.

“Hey girls, where have you been all night? I feel like I haven’t seen you around.” Rose says, greeting the 3.

“We could say the same about you. I was starting to worry about you, I feel like I haven’t seen you all night!” Jisoo exclaims, before her eyes settle on the man Rose had on her arm. “But I guess I had no reason to worry after all, looks like you found yourself some company.” she says, smiling knowingly at the pair. “Hello Yeonjun, I’m glad to see you were able to make it to my party tonight.”

“It’s my pleasure, Jisoo.” Yeonjun says politely. “I really had fun.”

“Yes, tonight was fun, but I hope you don’t mind if I leave and take Junnie here with me?” Rose says, giving a pout. “I think I’ve had a little too much to drink and I’m not feeling well. Yeonjun has offered to drive me home.”

Yeonjun subtly raises a brow at her, but she throws him a quick wink.

“Oh no, are you okay? You look like you should lie down.” Lisa says, her brows furrowed with concern.

“Don’t worry about her, ladies. I’d be glad to give her a ride home and make sure she’s okay.” Yeonjun says, quickly catching on to Rose’s plan.

“Oh, Yeonjun dear, thank you so much!” Jisoo squeals, quickly leaning forward and giving him a peck on the cheek. “You’re such a darling. Thank you for looking out for our dear Rose.”

“No problem at all.” Yeonjun says. “We’ll be on our way now, I think Rose really needs to lie down.” he says to Rose, who dramatically puts a hand over her forehead.

“Yes, I think I really do. Thanks again, Yeonjun. Girls, I’ll see you all soon. And Jisoo, I’m sorry I have to leave early, I promise I’ll make it up to you.” she says, batting her eyelashes at the girls.

Jisoo waves a hand in the air. “Nonsense, your presence here tonight was more than enough. You too, Yeonjun! Thank you for coming tonight.”

The pair waves at the 3 girls one more time before they walk away, snickering and giggling.

“Wow, that was genius. Thanks, Rose.” Yeonjun says. “I guess I’m free to go now. Do you, uh, do you really feel sick? Do you want me to give you a ride home?”

Rose laughs. “Am I that good of an actress? No, I feel perfectly fine, that was just an excuse so Jisoo would let us go. But I wouldn’t mind a ride home, thanks.” she says, smiling at him sweetly. “I mean, you owe me now so it’s only fair that I get a free ride home.”

Yeonjun shakes his head, smiling as he pulls out his phone and texts his driver to pick him up at the front entrance. “Alright, let’s go then.”

Yeonjun had to admit that his evening wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be. He was worried that he wouldn’t be able to escape from the party, but here he was in his car with his driver driving away from it. He was dreading having to see his ex again, but he was pleasantly surprised by how her company had made the night tolerable, or fun even. The ride to her house wasn’t a very long one seeing as she lived in the same neighborhood as Jisoo did, but the whole time was spent with the 2 of them laughing and reminiscing, just like the good old days.

“Ah, here we are.” Rose says as the car stops in front of her house. “Junnie, I just wanted to say thank you for tonight.”

Yeonjun smiles at her as his driver gets out of the car and opens the door open for her. “No problem, Rose. I had fun too, thanks to you.”

Rose gives him a smile back, and before he knew it, she was leaning in and he was closing his eyes as her lips met his, melding together like 2 pieces of a puzzle. She tries to deepen the kiss by tangling her hands in his hair, but he pulls away, drawn back to the present-day reality.

“Rose, sorry, I can’t do this. I’m in love with someone else.” he says, his lips stinging as the guilt starts to hit him. “And I’m leaving to go meet up with her right now. Look, I had fun tonight, but like you said, we’re friends. Nothing more.”

Rose sighs, retracting her hands from his shoulders. She sits up, straightening out her dress before she says “Friends. Right, thanks again for tonight Junnie.”

As she stands up and exits the car, she takes one look back at him. “Whoever you love now, I hope they know how lucky they are. But I also hope you know that I don’t think you and I will ever be just friends, and tonight was proof of that. I’ll always love you, Junnie.” she says, giving him a small wave before she walks away, slamming the car door shut behind her.

Yeonjun watches her walk up to the front door, wanting to make sure that she’d make it into her house safely. Once she was out of his sight, he lets out a deep breath, one he didn’t realize he was holding in his chest. He leans back against the car seat, running a hand through his hair. His night wasn’t going the way he thought it would, but hopefully meeting B at the Fall Ball would set things back on track.

Or so he thought.

•°•

He wasn’t expecting the pang of jealousy that hit him when he finally saw B at the Fall Ball.

She was right when she said that his jaw would drop when he saw her dress. She looked breathtaking, and he smiled to himself when he noticed that her blue dress matched his blue hair perfectly. But when he noticed that she was on the dance floor with her face buried in some other guy’s chest and this guy’s hands around her waist, he felt his blood boil.

How dare someone else hold his girlfriend like that.

But as they sway to the music and they shift their positions, Yeonjun finds himself surprised when he finally gets a look at the guy’s face.

It was Soobin. Yeonjun should’ve known by the way he towered over B, and because of the fact that he had asked Soobin to step in for him until he could make it to the dance, but the feeling of seeing him hold B that way shocked Yeonjun.

He felt betrayed.

He trusted Soobin enough to know that he would never make a move on his girlfriend behind his back, but he couldn’t deny the sparks he saw whenever Soobin and B were together. All the way back from the first day of school when Soobin caught her from falling down the front steps of MO Academy, to Hueningkai’s birthday party when Yeonjun was people-watching and he noticed how Soobin had his eyes fixed on B the whole night, to the night of his birthday party when he noticed how flustered Soobin got when he had to kiss B, to tonight when he saw how intimate Soobin and B looked locked in each other arms on the dance floor.

He knew he wasn’t the best boyfriend, especially given the fact that he had kissed his ex girlfriend a total of 2 times now behind his current girlfriend’s back, but he couldn’t help the jealousy that was starting to pound into his ears. He knew that B got jealous too, and maybe she had good reason to given his history with Rose, but those were both mistakes. Those kisses weren’t his fault, and it was only normal for him to feel a little jealous too, seeing her with another guy.

Before he knew what he was doing, his feet were guiding him towards the pair on the dance floor and he finds himself tapping Soobin on the shoulder.

He sees a flash of something in Soobin’s face when he turns and sees Yeonjun standing there, but he ignores it. Instead, he smiles and says “Excuse me, but may I interrupt?”

B’s head snaps out of Soobin’s chest then, her eyes meeting his now, wide with surprise.

“Yeonjun! Y—you’re here.” she exclaims, jumping out of Soobin’s arms and towards Yeonjun.

He smiles at her endearingly. “Hey, Baby. I made it right on time.”

He watches as her eyes shift between him and Soobin before she smiles and gives Yeonjun a hug. He engulfs her in his arms, kissing the top of her head, his nose scrunching up when he realizes that her smell was tainted with hints of baby powder and vanilla. Soobin’s scent.

Soobin gives him a pat on the back then. “Glad you could make it. Cleaned up pretty nicely, too.” Yeonjun smirks. Of course he made sure to look his best. He had an extra shirt, tie and coat tucked away in his car and he changed on the way to MO Academy.

“Are you flirting with me?” he says jokingly. “Thanks for taking care of my Baby for tonight, Soob.” he says, purposely wrapping an arm around B’s shoulders and pulling her to his side.

“Don’t mention it. You 2 enjoy the rest of the night now, I’ll see you back at the table.” Soobin says, flashing a warm smile before he retreats, turning his back to them.

Yeonjun nods at him and watches as he walks away, but before he can get very far, B suddenly takes a step forward and reaches for his arm.

“Soobin, wait.” she says, causing both of the boys to freeze. Yeonjun stares at her hand clutched onto the ends of Soobin’s sleeve as Soobin looks back at her.

“Yes, B?” he asks tentatively. Cautiously.

B’s silent for a moment, and although her back was turned to Yeonjun, he could tell that she was struggling to say whatever it was she wanted to.

“I just wanted to say, um, thank you. For tonight.” she finally says, and Yeonjun feels a pang of guilt in his chest as he recalls how Rose had sad the exact same thing to him earlier that night before they shared a kiss.

“No problem, B. The pleasure was all mine.” Soobin says, smiling warmly at B and giving Yeonjun a small nod before turns and disappears into the crowd.

As Soobin walks away, Yeonjun wraps his arms around B’s waist, resting his chin on her shoulder, mildly disturbed to once again catch a whiff of baby powder and vanilla. He leans in close, close enough so that his lips would brush against her ear as he whispers “You wanna dance, Baby?”

She turns to face him, a bright smile on her face. “I’d love to.” she says.

Yeonjun grins, subtly rubbing his face in the crook of her neck, hoping that some of his scent would rub off on her skin to get rid of Soobin’s smell, before he grabs her hand and spins her around on the dance floor, causing her to squeal and giggle.

Back at table 21, Soobin watches as B lays her head on Yeonjun’s chest, her hands laid on his shoulders as his arms circled around his waist, and he tries to put himself in Yeonjun’s place, which he was in up until a few moments ago. He watches as the 2 of them slowly move to the rhythm of the mellow music, and he watches as Yeonjun plants a gentle kiss on B’s forehead as the song ends, until a new one starts and they start dancing again.

And again.

And again.

He watches until Taehyun finally announces that the Jazzed club had already performed their final song for the night, and that the DJ will be accepting song requests.

He watches until Taehyun, Beomgyu and Kai finally get off stage and join him at their table, Yuna eventually joining them too, taking her place beside Kai.

“Soobin?” Taehyun asks, noticing how spaced out Soobin looked.

“Hm?” he responds, his eyes still absentmindedly watching the couples still dancing in the ballroom, or at least, on one couple in particular.

“Are you okay?” Taehyun asks, nudging him until Soobin’s eyes meet his.

Soobin forces a smile. “I’m good, yeah.” he says, leaving Taehyun unconvinced.

Taehyun takes a quick look around their table, making sure that Kai and Yuna wouldn’t hear him, before he leans in a bit closer and says “I saw you dancing with B earlier, and it looked like things were going well. What happened? Where is she?”

Soobin hesitates, chewing on his bottom lip before he tries to subtly tilt his head in the direction of the dance floor. Taehyun follows the direction, confused at first, until he spots a familiar head of blue hair in the crowd and the girl he had his arms around.

“Ah.” Taehyun quietly says, looking back at Soobin with a regretful look in his eyes. He gently pats his hand over his on the table. “So he came.”

Soobin smiles at him again, a little more genuine this time. “Yes, and I’m glad he did. Look how happy she is now that he’s here.”

“Mm-hm, I mean she looked pretty happy when I spotted you 2 on the dance floor earlier, but if it means anything, at least Yeonjun kept his promise. I was worried he wouldn’t make it, knowing how strict his dad is when it comes to business endeavors.” Taehyun says. “When did he get here?”

“Um, about 30 minutes ago?” Soobin says, trying to count the number of times he watched Yeonjun kiss the top of B’s head with every song that ended. “They’ve been dancing since he got here.”

Taehyun raises a brow. “Well, we all know how much Yeonjun loves to dance. I’m sure they’ll stop by the table to rest for a bit though. Are you sure you wanna be sitting here for the rest of the night? You could ask someone to dance with you, or go for some refreshments.” Taehyun offers. “Gyu and I will just resting for a bit before we hit the dance floor.”

“Yeah, my date’s been too busy dealing with last minute crisises all evening, we haven’t danced to a single song.” Beomgyu suddenly butts in, whining.

“It’s crises, not crisises.” Taehyun corrects him, grimacing yet inwardly wondering how he ended up falling for someone who could make such an adorably simple grammatical error. “And I promise we’ll dance soon. I’m just checking on Soobin.”

“Oh no, please, go ahead and dance. You guys should enjoy your evening.” Soobin says, feeling embarrassed now. “You don’t have to worry about me, I’m perfectly fine. I’ll be heading out and making rounds in a bit to check if everything is going smoothly anyway.”

“You heard him, c’mon Tyun, Soobin’s a big boy who can handle himself perfectly fine.” Beomgyu says, tugging on his date’s arm.

Taehyun looks around the table, noticing that Kai and Yuna had already left and were probably somewhere on the dance floor. He gives Soobin one last look before he sighs. “Alright, whatever you say. But if you need anything, don’t hesitate to let me know, okay? I’m here for you.” he says, gently squeezing Soobin’s shoulder before letting himself be dragged away by a very persistent Beomgyu.

Soobin watches as Beomgyu drags him right to the middle of the dance floor, the crowd magically parting to let them through. All eyes seem to be following them as Beomgyu flamboyantly wave an arm in the air before holding his hand out to Taehyun, who rolls eyes before taking his hand, letting out a squeal in surprise as Beomgyu suddenly twirls him around before pulling him towards him, the 2 boys chest to chest with Beomgyu’s hands on Taehyun’s waist as they start to sway to the music.

“Wow, look at that. Who knew Gyu and Tyun would be so freaking adorable together?” B says, watching in awe as all eyes lock on the 2 boys in the middle of the dance floor.

“I have to admit, they are pretty cute together.” Yeonjun says, leaning down to whisper in B’s ear. “But I think we’re cuter.”

She giggles as his breath tickles her neck. “Oh, hush. Look at them! They look amazing together.” she says, and right on cue she sees Beomgyu say something in Taehyun’s ear and the younger boy rolls his eyes but then suddenly smiles at the former, unable to stop himself. “They’re definitely cuter than us.”

“Stop saying that, we’re adorable!” Yeonjun huffs. “I even ducked out of that stupid business party and rushed over here just so I could see you tonight.” he pouts playfully. “If that’s not adorable, then I don’t know what that is.”

“Sweet, that’s what it is.” B says, reaching up to cup his face in her hand. “The sweetest, actually. Thanks for being here, Junnie. It means a lot to me.”

He smiles easily, his cheeks warming up as she looks up at him. “It’s my pleasure. Anything for you, Baby.” he says, pulling her closer. “Because I love you.”

Now it was her turn to have her cheeks heat up. She lets out an awkward laugh, flustered. “Thanks again.” she says, not sure if she was ready to tell him she loved him back yet. “How was your evening, by the way? Was the party boring? Are you tired?” she asks, wanting to change the topic.

He laughs, knowing she was shy. “Ah, it wasn’t much of a party. It was more like a gathering of boring rich people trying to out-talk each other about who’s richer and who’s business is doing better and whatnot. It was physically and mentally draining to be there, but I feel so much better now that I’m here with you.” he says, as smooth as ever.

B raises a brow. “You always know what to say, don’t you?” she says. “My feet are starting to kill me in these heels. Do you think we can take a little break and sit at the table?”

Yeonjun nods, easily accepting her suggestion. “Whatever you want, Baby.” he says, leading her away from the dance floor and back to table 21, surprised to see that it was empty.

“Wow, I guess all the guys are busy with their dates.” Yeonjun says, sitting down after pulling a chair for B. “I wonder if Soobin has found someone to keep him company tonight, too.”

B’s eyes search the crowd, spotting their friends one by one, save for the said boy. “Ah, if Soobin’s not at the table he’s either getting some refreshments or dealing with behind the scenes stuff to check if things are running smoothly.”

“How are you so sure he’s not dancing with anyone?” Yeonjun asks, raising a brow.

“I’ve been trying to convince him to ask a girl to dance all night, but I guess he’s just taking his duty as Student Council President too seriously to relax and enjoy himself.” B says, shaking her head.

“That sounds like Soobin.” Yeonjun says, taking a quick peek at his phone before setting it down on the table. “Speaking of refreshments, want anything? I could get you a drink or maybe some snacks?” he offers.

B nods. “Oh, yes please! I mean, I knew you love to dance, but I don’t think I can keep up. I need to rehydrate before I step foot on the dance floor again.”

Yeonjun laughs. “My body’s used to it from all the hours I’ve spent training and practicing.” he says. “Okay, you sit tight and I’ll be right back with a couple of drinks, alright?” he says, planting a quick peck on her forehead before making his way to the refreshments table on the other side of the event hall.

B takes the time alone to marvel at the evening, from the beauty of the event hall to the performances by the Jazzed club to Yeonjun appearing right on time. She crosses her legs under the table, absentmindedly tapping her foot to the beat of the music, counting the number of couples dancing past their table, until she feels a buzz on the table and hears the ring of a message alert tone.

Her eyes instinctively move towards the direction of the sound, moving down leading towards Yeonjun’s phone on the table.

Upon seeing what the notification was for, she wishes that she didn’t follow her instincts.

She feels her entire body go cold, her eyes repeatedly reading the message until the screen goes black, the words etched in her mind. Surely, there must have been some mistake. Maybe she just was just seeing things. Before she can convince herself that her eyes must’ve been playing tricks on her, Yeonjun’s phone rings, the screen lighting up with a new message, the messages displayed on his lock screen clear as day.

Before she could fully stomach what she was seeing, Yeonjun returns to the table with 2 wine glasses in hand, taking his seat next to her. He was saying something about how he spotted a few couples getting a little too intimate on the dance floor, but his voice just sounded garbled to her. All she could do at the moment was try to absorb and make sense of what she saw and figure what she would do about it.

Yeonjun grabs her hand on the table then, snapping her out of her thoughts as he notices that she hadn’t been paying attention to a word he was saying. He turns her palm face up and lightly traces along the lines and creases, knowing how much she liked it when he did that.

“Baby? You okay?” he asks, concern plastered on his face.

She wanted to say ‘Yeah, it’s nothing’ or maybe something like ‘No, but let’s talk about it later.’ But before she could collect her thoughts and compose herself, her mouth spoke out the words without her consent.

“Were you with Rose tonight?”

Yeonjun freezes, his hand going still over hers, and her heart sinks as she realizes that it was true.

“Why would you think that, Baby?” he asks carefully, and her heart sinks further, lurching somewhere in the pit of her stomach.

“Yeonjun. Were you with her tonight, and did you give her a ride home?” she asks, and when he doesn’t respond, she continues. “You left your phone face up on the table when you left to get drinks. And while you were away, the screen lit up with a text message from her. I wasn’t trying to snoop or anything, I never had any reason to doubt you or feel the need to worry about you hiding anything from me. Until now, that is. All I did was look down and I saw it without even meaning to, so if you were gonna hide it from me, you should have tried harder. Heck, it’s like you didn’t even try to hide it at all.”

“Baby, no—” he begins, but B’s eyes widen as another thought comes into her mind and she interrupts him, the words pouring out of her mouth as the thoughts enter her mind.

“Oh god, you didn’t even try, did you? You were with her and you didn’t even try to hide it. Is it cause you wanted me to find out? Is this your way of saying that you don’t wanna be with me anymore? Is this your messed up way of letting me know that you’ve been seeing her and maybe you didn’t know how to tell me so you leave your phone here on purpose so I’ll see it and get the hint?”

“It’s not like that.” Yeonjun says, his eyes trying hard to relay what he was feeling.

“I get it. You wanted to be with her tonight so you go to that stupid business party but then come here to break things off with me? Or heck, maybe you wanted to get lucky with me tonight before breaking things off with me to be with her, is that it? That’s what Choi Yeonjun does, love ‘em and leave ‘em, right?” she says, her tone becoming less shocked and confused and more frantic and spiteful.

Yeonjun looks at her, the hurt in his eyes apparent in his face. She was spiraling, the thoughts swirling around in her head growing more twisted and mixed up the more she thought about it, but she couldn’t help it. Her thoughts were coming out unbidden, as if her mind was flooded and her mouth was a stream just letting it all out

“Baby, Baby please, listen to me. Let’s go outside, someplace quiet.” Yeonjun says, standing up and begging her with his eyes to follow him. “Baby please, come on.” he pleads, lightly tugging on her hand.

She takes a deep breath and nods almost mechanically, standing up and following his lead. As he guides her through the crowded event hall and out into the hallway, he keeps looking back at her to see if she was still following, but whenever his eyes met hers, it felt like she wasn’t even there. They pass by Soobin on their way out, speaking to the security team at the entrance about the guest list and the tickets. When Soobin catches sight of Yeonjun looking tense and B following behind him, he’s confused. When his eyes meet Yeonjun’s, they’re full of nothing but concern, but Yeonjun just shakes his head at him without stopping.

He only stops when they reach the parking lot, the sound of music playing from the event hall almost inaudible outside in the chill of the night. As a gust of cold wind blows between them, he attempts to offer her his coat to keep her warm, but she holds her hand up, unbothered by the cold.

“Yeonjun. I need you to tell me what’s going on right now, because I swear, I’m going out of my mind trying to comprehend what I saw.” B says, her voice oddly calm and detached.

Yeonjun takes a deep breath before he begins, saying a little prayer that things would go well. “Okay, yes, I was with Rose tonight. The business party I attended was hosted by Kim Jisoo, and if my birthday party was any indication, where Kim Jisoo is, Rose naturally would be there too.” Yeonjun admits. “I wanted to invite you to come to the party with me, but I knew how excited you were for the Fall Ball and I didn’t want to ruin your night by forcing you to come to this stupid party with my ex present, so I thought it would be better if I simply stopped by the party for a bit and then spend the rest of my night here with you.”

“So is that supposed to make me feel better? And what makes you so sure I would’ve preferred going to the dance without you over going to some stupid party with you?” B asks, her frustration growing. “Why did you make that decision for me? And if you felt so forced to attend this stupid party, why did you have to spend the evening with her? Why did she feel the need to text you then? Were you hanging out with her the whole time? Did you even try to keep your distance from her after I’ve told you how uncomfortable I feel about you with her?”

“Baby, that’s not fair, I was just—”

“You know what’s not fair? You attending a party knowing fully well that your ex would be there. No, wait, I know your attendance at the party and the attendance of your ex at the party is something beyond your control, but Yeonjun, you could’ve at least told me about it! You could’ve given me a heads up, you could’ve simply let me know instead of doing it behind my back.”

“Baby, the only reason I didn’t tell you is because I didn’t want to ruin your night and I didn’t want you to feel bad. I was just trying to protect you!” Yeonjun says, his voice raising slightly when hers did.

B looks at him incredulously. “Wow, protect me? By lying to me? Yeonjun, I’d rather live with the hard cold shitty truth than live in blissful ignorance with a lie. And can you honestly say that the only reason you hid this from me was to protect me? There’s no other reason why you didn’t tell me?”

Yeonjun hesitates, only for a moment, but seeing it made B flinch. Over the course of their relationship, there were a few things that she had taken notice of about Choi Yeonjun. When he was excited about something, his voice would go a few octaves higher. When he was nervous about something, he would bounce on the balls of his feet nonstop. And when he was lying about something? He would take a deep breath and his eyes would fall to the ground, which is exactly what he did just now.

Upon seeing her flinch, Yeonjun starts to panic, feeling a sense of alarm, as if he could either make or break the situation depending on how the next few moments play out, as if there were a ticking time bomb and he only had a few minutes to defuse it before it exploded.

“Baby, look, Rose means nothing to me. Seeing her tonight was just a chore, and I only hung around her cause my father wants me to stay on Kim Jisoo’s good side, and you know she and Rose are close friends—” he reaches for her, hoping that his touch would break down her walls, but she steps away from him.

“Okay, let’s just cut the crap. I am willing to let this go, to forget all about this and merrily move on and dance the night away with you if you honestly tell me one thing.” B says.

Yeonjun looks at her hopefully, nodding eagerly. “Yes, yes, alright, what is it?”

B takes a deep breath. “Has anything ever happened between you and Rose since we started dating?”

She watches as the hopeful light in Yeonjun’s eyes dies, his face dropping and his shoulders sagging, and she feels her heart break into a million pieces.

“Thanks. That’s all I needed to know.” she says, her voice cracking as her hands start to shake.

“I’m sorry. Baby, I’m sorry, but I promise, it wasn’t that bad, it was barely even—” he begins again, but she couldn’t handle it anymore. All she could feel was her heart being torn out of her chest and bleeding out on the pavement. She squeezes her eyes shut.

“Yeonjun.”

B could feel the heat behind her eyes, knowing that tears were threatening to fall. She could feel heart pounding out of her chest, her hands shaking as she bunches them into fists at her side, clenching them together to stop herself from falling apart right then and there. “I don’t think I can do this anymore.” she continues, knowing that it was true.

“Baby, please, wait.” Yeonjun pleads, taking a step forward and reaching a hand out towards her. She closes her eyes and takes a small step back, keeping the distance between them. He visibly flinches, hurt by her aversion, but he continues to speak. “Please, take 3 deep breaths and try to calm down. Hear me out. Please.”

B keeps her eyes shut, shaking her head. “Yeonjun, no. I can’t do this. I don’t know how I can possibly get past this. I don’t think I could ever let this go.” How did her night go so horribly wrong? She was wearing the most beautiful dress she had ever laid her eyes on, she was having a blast at the Fall Ball, dancing her heart out letting go of all the worries she had, and she had been surrounded by people who she knew loved and cared for her.

So how the hell did she get here?

Yeonjun feels his heart drop. “So what do you want to happen now? What do you want me to do? Tell me anything, and I’ll do it. Baby, I’ll do anything for you. Just please tell me how I can make this right.” he starts, pleading helplessly as he feels her pulling away.

“You want to know what I want to happen?” B asks, gathering up the strength to look him right in his eyes, tears falling down from her own as she says, “I want this to stop. This, us, this evening, this pain, this nightmare, I just want this all to stop. I think the best thing you could do for me now is just let me go, don’t make this hurt any more than it already does. Just let me go.” she says, now pleading as well, tears now spilling uncontrollably down her face. “Yeonjun, please, just let me go.”

“Baby, please, don’t.” Yeonjun says, his voice cracking as what she was saying hits him, knocking the air out of his lungs as his breaths start to come out in sharp gasps, his eyes damp with tears that threatened to fall.

B shakes her head, taking a shaky breath and biting her lip to stop it from quivering. She takes one last look at him looking painfully beautiful with is blue hair blowing in the wind, his soft eyes looking at her like a lost child, his plump lips shaking as he tries not to cry. She takes one last moment to look at the boy she loved before she says

“This is goodbye, Yeonjun. I’m breaking up with you.” •°• Author’s note: Thank you so much for your patience!! The past few weeks have been very hectic. The typhoon that hit my country a few days ago and the 2 days I spent without electricity definitely didn’t help, but alas, here’s chapter 16!! Please let me know what you think, don’t be afraid to leave a message, anonymous or not, cause my asks are open!! I’m still trying to figure out how to make my Tumblr more easy to navigate, but don’t be afraid to reach out to me!! Don’t forget to stream We Lost The Summer MV!!